Martial World's
Ch 1759 - Meeting with the Holy Child
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Lin Ming's expectations were correct. After arriving on the island, he soon met another acquaintance – Hang Chi at Mount Potala.
Hang Chi was wearing a linen robe; it was plain and clean.
The group of Mount Potala consisted of only three people, making them seem rather lonely. The Battle of Buddha of Emperor Shakya and Great Limitless Buddha has yet to come.
"Benefactor Lin, it's been a while. ”
Hang Chi gathered his palms together, a bright smile on his face. Even after all these years, he had not changed at all.
After Hang Chi saw Lin Ming's cultivation, he was somewhat amazed before immediately relaxing. He wryly smiled and said, “Benefactor Lin is truly an outstanding individual. This poor monk cultivation used to be higher than Benefactor Lin by two small boundaries, but now I was left behind instead. ”
Hang Chi shook his head.
The current cultivation of Lin Ming slowly left the rest of the younger generation in the dust.
And actually, cultivation is only secondary. What was frightening about Lin Ming was his combat strength. On the Asura Road, Lin Ming had studied the Asura Sutra as well as inherited the Asura blood; his combat strength had reached an incomprehensible level.
“Brother Hang Chi is too simple. Come on, let's go together. ”
Lin Ming bowed in return. He had a very good impression of Mount Potala. In the past, the Boundless Great Buddha had given him a deep elegance. If not for the Bodhi Tree of Mount Potala, it would have been extremely difficult for Lin Ming to fuse his three martial intentions together.
The further they went to the island, the more heroic young elites and prominent people there were.
In the middle of the island there was a huge palace hanging up; this was where the longevity feast of Monster Beasts would be held.
Around the palace were towering spirit birds and good beasts. As they fly through clouds and fog, they are beautiful to behold.
Moreover, there were heavenly carriages, spirit boats, and personal vehicles of all sorts of great influences, all of them extremely expensive. As they all gathered together, they created an incredible scene.
To be able to sit in the deepest seat of the palace, all those people were heroes among the heroes. Just counting Empyrean-level powerhouses there were over 20 of them.
And for the elites of the younger generation, although they could also enter the deepest depths of the palace, they could only sit on seats that were relatively far away. This included Lin Ming.
As for Mo Brightmoon and Mo Eversnow, those without sufficient strength or status, they could only sit in the same position as Lin Ming.
After that, the followers of various great influences could only stay outside the dangling palace.
Lin Ming arrived at his chair and sat down. As he closed his eyes in meditation, he suddenly felt a sharp and ferocious killing intent shooting towards him.
This killing intent caused Lin Ming's heart to cool. He had almost extracted the Phoenix Blood Spear.
As he turned his head to look towards this direction of killing intent, all he saw was a tall man standing on a stone platform, his eyes locked onto him like two bolts of thunder.
This person was a Demyawn Empyrean!
Lin Ming's breathing deepened. He could feel a huge pressure pressing down on him. In that great longevity party it was naturally impossible for Empyrean Demondawn to attack Lin Ming, but even so, he could not suppress his anger and tried to use his aura to shock Lin Ming. If it was an ordinary Half-step God martial artist, being suppressed to death by the aura of Empyrean Demondawn was something that could happen in just a moment.
“Brat, you still dare to come here !? It seems your courage is not small! ”
Empyrean Demondawn's voice was ice-cold. His voice transmission struck like lightning in Lin Ming's ear, as if he wanted to destroy Lin Ming's eardrum.
“Demondawn Senior. ”
Lin Ming cupped his fists together. In the depths of this aura that was as wild and dangerous as a storm, he could only maintain his calm.
If Empyrean Demondawn was to increase the pressure then he would have to unlock the Heretical God Force and use more power. In the end, he might even need to use Asura blood.
“Who is your senior, stop trying to be close to me! You stole my granddaughter's primordial yin and I will never forget this matter! Even if the Heavenly Dream protects you, sooner or later I will make you pay for what you do! "
Empyrean Demondawn's voice sounded aggressive and fierce. Lin Ming could only remain silent. As Empyrean Divine Dream said, Empyrean Demondawn was in a great rage right now. Moreover, his original temperament was cruel and cruel and he hated others who denied him. Thus, if Lin Ming said anything else at this moment, it would only have the opposite effect.
“Brat, starting today at Xian'er has nothing to do with you! Who do you think you are? In this great calamity you are nothing more than an ant. You think you are invincible just because you have a little talent? In front of True Divinity, what good is your talent! ”
Empyrean Demondawn gasped in anger. He increased his pressure again and again, intending to force Lin Ming into an embarrassing situation.
Lin Ming frowned. He would soon need to open up the Heretical God Army to withstand this pressure.
But at this moment, not too far away from Lin Ming, Empyrean Divine Dream spoke softly, “Mm. “Although this simple sound was as light as the spring breeze, it immediately blew away all the great momentum of Empyrean Demondawn.
"Demondawn, at this longevity feast it seems like you're not in the best mood?"
Empyrean Divine Dream lightly said. The words of Empyrean Demondawn choked in his throat. As he looked at Empyrean Divine Dream, he took a deep breath.
Although he had only used a small amount of strength in his aura to suppress Lin Ming now, all of it had been scattered by the faint voice of Empyrean Divine Dream. Demondawn left was shocked.
His cultivation level had reached an unimaginable limit.
"This heavenly dream ... how is he close to becoming a True God?"
If the heavenly Dream was already half an Empyrean step away, then if she fused together with the Frost Dream, it would be impossible for her to enter the True God realm!
If the heavenly Dream is able to break through the boundary of the True Divinity then the strength of the humans should be checked back once again. Although they were still inferior to the saints, they at least had the capital to compete with them.
When Empyrean Demondawn and Empyrean Divine Dream faced each other, at this moment a brilliant heavenly light filled the palace. A golden heavenly chariot flew into the main hall, drawn by several horned flood dragons!
"Who is that?"
"How arrogant are they, they actually pushed their carriage into the main hall!"
Many young elites were shocked. Their chariots and spirit ships had all been parked outside the palace, and to their followers, they were definitely not allowed to take a single step inside.
When everyone looked towards the carriage, they saw a young man dressed in white standing proudly on it. And beside him was a seductive young lady.
In front of this man and woman was a middle-aged man in a battle suit. This middle-aged man had an aura as deep as the sea, no worse than Empyrean Demondawn!
Without a doubt, this middle-aged man was also a peak Empyrean!
"Saint Empyrean!"
"Good Fortune Son!"
Someone shouted in surprise. Over the years Lin Ming ventured into the Asura Road, the Good Fortune Saint Son had become famous by everyone in the heavenly Realm. In front of the Good Fortune Saint Son, not a single junior in the heavenly Realm was able to summon the energy to face him.
This was because decades ago when the Good Fortune Saint Son first came to the heavenly Realm, he had challenged many great rulers of the human race.
These gentlemen are not ordinary people of their generation. Even so, they had all lost to the Good Fortune Saint Son!
A few years ago, the Good Fortune Saint Son had even defeated a great World King human!
After that battle, the reputation and prestige of the Saint Fortune Son had been pushed to frightening new heights.
After mentioning the name Good Fortune Saint Son, the human junior could not summon a battle spirit at all. Even if they hated him or criticized him in their hearts, they could not help but accept his strength. The difference is too big!
“So it's the Son of Good Luck. No wonder they were arrogant entering like this, even driving their carriage to the main hall! "
"Deflect your voice! Be careful that he doesn't hear you! Although he can't do anything to you at this longevity party, after that he might come to your sect gate and challenge your Sect Master. If that happens, you will really have bad luck! ”
Some people said. Immediately, many people who were dissatisfied with the Good Fortune Saint Son suddenly shut up.
At this moment, the Child Fortune Saint arrived at the Empyreans area and sat down in a grandiose manner, his legs spread wide.
Sitting at the side of the Good Fortune Saint Son was the Empyrean Trail of the human race. Empyrean Traceless frowned, but ended up saying nothing.
In all fairness, if the Good Fortune Saint Son was able to defeat a Great World King, it meant that he had some ability to contend with the supreme elders of the older generation. A key factor among these is his young age. After a few hundred more years, it was likely that he would reach the Empyrean level of strength, so sitting in this area was also reasonable.
Moreover, the monster race had a close relationship with the saints, so they would definitely not oppose the actions of their guests.
"Haha, it's been many years since I saw His Highness the Saint Child, yet your strength is increasing even more!"
On the side of the monster race, someone immediately sent a warm welcome; this person was an Imperial Scholar of the monster race. "Nature of the Middle Holy God!"
Several high-ranking ministers of the monster race sighed in praise.
The Good Fortune Saint Son had broken through to the middle Holy Lord realm a few years ago and his strength had improved greatly. It was also at that time that he had defeated the human World King. Now that several years had passed, the Good Fortune Saint Son foundation had consolidated and he was likely stronger than before!
"This is only the middle realm of Sacred Gods, not much at all. The Good Fortune Saint Son shook his head, as if all of these achievements were normal to him. In fact, it would be strange if he did not manage to achieve this.
"Haha, that's right, this really doesn't mean much. His Son's goal was to reach the Empyrean level of strength within the next few hundred years! ”
Other high-level ministers of the monster race were flattered.
The Good Fortune Saint Son smiled faintly. With a careless tone he said, “It should be 200 years. In 200 years I will be able to fight an Empyrean, nothing more … "
His words were rude and arrogant. Nevertheless, the young elites of the heavenly Realm could only listen without refuting it. If he were to grow at his current speed, he would really be able to deal with an Empyrean in 200 years.
Good Fortune really might be able to defeat a weak Empyrean in the World King realm. And with the Grandmist Spirit Bead, it was very possible for him to enter the World King realm in 200 years.
"Saint Son, Your Majesty is really brave!" The ministers from the monster race said together.
Beside Lin Ming, the White King curled his lips and said in a low voice, "What a condescending person!"
The White King's words were not spoken through the transmission of true essence sounds. Although he was silent, the Good Fortune Saint Son had extremely sharp senses so he could hear them.
The Good Fortune Saint Son turned around and glanced at the White King. He simply did not care about White King, but turned towards Lin Ming who was sitting beside him. Lin Ming's sight made him slightly surprised.
Soon, he seemed to remember something. A sneaky smile spread across his face.
"I never imagined you would come too. It seems that for our hundred year battle, you still have 40 or so years left? Ha ha! Make sure you enjoy the rest of these 40 years, because after that you will not be able to enjoy your life anymore. ”
In the eyes of the Good Fortune Saint Son, a character on the level of the White King did not deserve to be seen more than once. The only thing he cared a little about was Lin Ming.