Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 676 Chapter mirror is furious!

  The Sword Emperor smiled and silently took a sip of the spirit tea.

   "Yes, the servant obeys the order." The little **** nodded quickly and retreated.

   "Jiange Neng" Zhang Jing looked at Jianhuang, unaffected at all, and continued talking and laughing.

  Jiange's knowledge made Zhang Jing's power stronger.

  Counting Zhang Jing Dayu Dynasty already has three and a half great powers of manifesting sages, and there are more than ten great powers of primordial spirit and dharma. What kind of powerful power is this?

   According to the intelligence statistics in Zhang Jing’s hands, there are no more than two hundred of the world’s most powerful beings. This is the result of counting all the situations, including the hidden strength of each sect.

  In fact, the mighty ones who are active in the world may not even reach a hundred.

   Only the power of this world is counted,

   Zhang Jing directly occupied nearly 20% of the hands!

   With this strength, it is no problem to push most of the forces in the world. Moreover, as time goes by, Zhang Jing will have more power in his hands.

   It can be compared to Sanqing Daomen.

  Sanqing Daomen's great power, Zhang Jing estimates that there are no more than ten people at most, but the strength of Taoist Tianxu is unfathomable, so it cannot be theorized.

   Otherwise, Zhang Jing really dared to lift the table and put on a posture of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

   Wouldn't it be nice to push the world flat?

   Conspiracies and tricks are just small talk, and in the end it depends on strength to speak.

  After having a chat with the Sword Emperor in the imperial garden, Zhang Jing left the old monk from Lingshan for a few days to let him cool down before meeting him.

  The problem of Lingshan is not a small problem, but it is not such a big deal at the same time.

   It's nothing more than a half-step true immortal. It's not like Zhang Jing hasn't killed him before.

  When he was in the realm of Faxiang, he was able to kill Li Xuantian who held the treasure of the real fairy together with Baihong. Now that he has been promoted to manifest the saint, Zhang Jing's strength has increased dramatically.

   It is not impossible to kill a half-step true immortal.

  Besides, Zhang Jing is not the only one in the Dayu Dynasty, Baihong, Jianhuang, neither of them are easy to deal with.

   Fengtian Temple.

   Hundreds of civil and military officials entered the hall one by one.

  Zhang Jingzheng tidied up his appearance, and slowly walked onto the dragon chair under the shout of the eunuch.

   "Long live my emperor, long live, long live"

   "Everyone is flat!"

  Zhang Jing's words are simple yet majestic.

  The voice reverberated in Fengtian Hall, admiring many civil and military officials.

   "Han Qing."

   "Lu Qing."

   Zhang Jing presided over it for a while, and the ministers reported some major events in the court.

  In the past six months, Zhang Jing Dharma Body has presided over state affairs, and the entire Daewoo Dynasty has been handled in an orderly manner.

  Although the Daewoo Dynasty was first established, it did not appear to be flustered, because the foundation of Dongqi was still there, and all divisions and ministries were in order, under Zhang Jing's instructions.

  The military and the Zhenwu Division jointly established a set of inspection mechanisms to search for geniuses in the territory of the Dayu Dynasty and send them to Beijing for teaching, using the best resources to train these people with the talent for enlightenment.

  In just half a year, many geniuses emerged.

  Zhang Jing’s plan is to collect heroes from all over the world, and then use these heroes to fill the Zhenwu Division and the military everywhere, and select real martial arts geniuses, hoping that they can break through the barrier of life and death, promote Jindan, and then become great powers of heaven and man.

  In Zhang Jing’s view, the reason why there are so few celestial and human powers is not only the constraints of resources, but also many institutional problems.

  Most of the geniuses will only give guidance and resources after they reach a certain level, hoping that they can break through the realm of primordial spirit.

  The reason why many sects in the rivers and lakes are lonely is because they have no successors.

  For example, the Goddess Palace had the power of heaven and man at the beginning, but it gradually evolved into a golden core power. If it further declines, it is not impossible to become an innate power in the future.

   It was a long time before someone reported that Venerable Lingshan Suffering wanted to see His Majesty.

   Zhang Jing agreed.

  Hundred officials in the court were silent, and no one dared to speak out.

  The miserable man Zhang Jing recognized. When Zhang Jing led Han Qianshu and others to Lingshan, it was this old guy who wanted to give Zhang Jing a blow.

  But Zhang Jing's suppression of Sanbu later made him realize the reality.

   Slowly walked into the Fengtian Hall with a sad and dignified face, a trace of anger could be seen faintly between the brows.

  Any celestial man would be angry if he was left alone for several days, but he didn't dare to show it, because Zhang Jing's strength was too strong for him to match.

  The current situation in the arena is not the same as before. In the past, any powerful person could attract attention, but now after a series of changes in the arena and the birth of the list of immortals, many people understand.

   Only the twenty-four immortals on the list of immortals are the strongest in the human world.

  The rest of the Faxiang, Yuanshen and other great powers are simply incomparable.

   "Lingshan is miserable, I have seen His Majesty."

  The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

   "What's the matter here, Master Miserable?" Zhang Jing glanced at him indifferently.

   Ling Miku felt a faint throbbing in his heart.

  Looking up in sorrow, you can see Zhang Jing with a calm expression and majesty.

   "My sacred heart Buddha in Lingshan has a Buddhist post for His Majesty. I hope that the conflict between the imperial court and Lingshan will turn into jade. Now that there are conflicts in the world, reckless use of swords and soldiers will only make people reap profits."

  Bitterness forced himself to be calm, and he exchanged a glance with Zhang Jing.

   As he spoke, a Buddhist post exuding a faint Buddha light appeared in his hand.

   "Sacred Heart Buddha. I have admired his name for a long time recently, so let me present it," Zhang Jing said lightly.

  After Zhang Jing finished speaking, a little **** beside him hurried down the steps, took the Buddha sticker in Misery's hand, turned around and put it on the ground, and held it up high.

   Zhang Jing didn't get up, and his spiritual thoughts poured into the Buddha stickers in an instant.

   "Om, ma, ne, bah, me, hum!"

   Suddenly, thick and solemn voices of the Buddha resounded through the imperial city instantly.

  There were not many civil servants in Fengtian Temple, who were instantly overwhelmed by this coercion, unable to even raise their heads.

  The Buddha stickers were suspended in the void, and a terrifying forbidden force erupted from the Buddha stickers. If the entire Fengtian Temple was not reinforced by formations, it would probably collapse under this unintentional force.

   Zhang Jing's face was icy cold, and a ray of murderous intent radiated from Zhang Jing's body.

  The Buddha stickers slowly dissipated, and a hazy tall Buddha shadow stood in front of Zhang Jing.

   "Amitabha, the holy heart of the poor monk has seen His Majesty!"

  The Buddha's shadow is blurred and invisible, but the voice coming from it is extremely clear.

   When Venerable Misery saw this scene, cold sweat instantly aroused from his forehead.

   "Is this the gift from Lingshan? Is it a gift or a deterrent?" Zhang Jing stood up slowly, looking directly at the Buddha in front of him.

   It was only when someone in Zhang Zhang gave someone a blow to others, and when was there ever a time when someone gave him a blow to him?

   "Your Majesty, don't get angry. The poor monk just heard that His Majesty beheaded Li Xuantian, and he couldn't bear it for a while," Foying said lightly.

   "I can't bear it. Hehe" Zhang Jing nodded slightly.

   "Your Majesty. The time of great controversy has arrived. The dispute between Lingshan and the imperial court is not the best choice for both parties. I hope that Your Majesty will temporarily put down the fury of thunder and turn Lingshan into a friend, otherwise."

   "What else?"

   Zhang Jing directly interrupted Foying's words.

  Zhang Jing understands that the divine thoughts of the Sacred Heart are attached to the Buddha stickers, which can be regarded as a collision in the air separated by tens of thousands of miles.

"Otherwise, it will be detrimental to the imperial court and Lingshan. Your majesty's talent is unprecedented. There will be no one in the past, and there will be no one in the future. You should aim high and use the realm of true immortals. If you start a war with Lingshan, even if your majesty wins, the imperial court will inevitably suffer heavy losses. If you hurt the source, your majesty may die There is no chance to be a real fairy."

  When the third burial reported to the Sacred Heart, it also informed him of the strength of the imperial court.

   Two manifesting saints and four Yuanshen Faxian-level powerhouses are stronger than Lingshan, but they are also limited.

  If Sacred Heart can contain Zhang Jing and Bai Hong, the rest will not be difficult for Sanbuan to suppress.

  So, although the Sacred Heart Buddha is a little jealous of Zhang Jing, he is also afraid that Zhang Jing will borrow the strength of the National Games and the God of Heaven in Shangjing. If it is outside the capital, Sacred Heart is sure to be able to win.

  Even if Zhang Jing has the treasure of a real fairy, Lingshan also has a treasure of the holy soldier level.

  The treasure of the true immortal has not yet reached the true immortal, and the borrowed power is not very large. With his strength, he can barely match with the holy weapon.

  So, fear is true, but not to the point of fear.

  He is a strong man at the level of the realm, but he is only one step away from a true immortal. If he is respectful to a man who has just been promoted, what is his majesty?

   You must know that Lingshan was founded by him alone, and he can be regarded as the ancestor of the founding family. Such a strong person must have a strong heart, among other things.

  So his words, although they seem to be good for Zhang Jing everywhere, are actually threatening.

   Zhang Jing has not felt this provocative feeling for many years. After hearing what Sacred Heart said, Zhang Jing just glanced at him:

   "The words of His Holiness are not without reason"

   "Your Majesty can"

   Zhang Jing raised his hand to stop the words of the Sacred Heart Buddha, and continued:

   "But... I don't like this. If you dare to come to challenge today, you should be prepared for the destruction of Lingshan."

   "Your Majesty really wants to go to war with Lingshan? Your Majesty is sure?" Foying stared at Zhang Jing.

   "If it was before, I might give up temporarily in this situation, but I don't like your attitude today, Lingshan's attitude. As for being sure? Hehe, just wait."

   "I want to see how strong a person who has been hiding for thousands of years and dare not show his face can be."

   "I want you to know that the emperor must not be humiliated!"

   "Since His Majesty is determined to do so, the poor monk will wait for His Majesty at Lingshan"

  Foying was silent for a moment, and said lightly.

  Foying glanced at the misery, and said again:

   "Your Majesty is an upright and upright monarch, misery is just a messenger, embarrassing him will make the world laugh."

  After speaking, without using Zhang Jing to do anything, the Buddha's shadow collapsed directly.

  Spiritual thoughts also completely dissipated.

   "Your Majesty." He cried bitterly in his heart, the letter was delivered, and he was almost finished.

  Now he can only hope that Zhang Jing has a strong heart and doesn't make things difficult for him.

   Zhang Jing glanced at Misery indifferently:

   "Monk Sacred Heart said that I made things difficult for you, and the world would laugh at me. I didn't intend to make things difficult for you, but I really can't bear it."

  (end of this chapter)