Chapter 196: The Great Religious Church (3200 words)

The mythical warrior is aloft, controlling the air and riding the wind, like a god.
It's just that no matter how ‘as if’, it’s just ‘as if’, not a real god.
Mythical warriors are also humans, and they also have their own limits.
For example, in the triple heaven myths like Blood Killing Patriarch, even if you shoot with all your strength, it is only ten miles or twenty miles apart at most. As for more, it is not enough.
As for the martial arts myth in Chang'an City, he shot thousands of miles away, which is incredible and unheard of.
Even in the prosperous martial arts overseas, the blood killing ancestor has never heard such an incredible scene.
"Nonsense!"
The Patriarch of the Blood Killer looked uncertain, and finally sneered suddenly: "Did you see that scene with your own eyes?"
The words of Blood Kill Patriarch came out.
The blood killer disciple was taken aback for a moment, and immediately replied: "Master, I also heard..."
"Humph."
"I understand."
The Patriarch of Blood Killing snorted coldly: "Your level is too low, you don't know the mythological methods at all."
The Patriarch of Blood regained his expression, and he figured everything out in an instant.
Ordinary people like to spread falsehoods and exaggerate their words. How can they not know that the ancestor of the blood is killed?
For example, two mythical warriors fought, the land collapsed, and the aftermath spread to dozens of miles.
If this scene is seen by ordinary people, it must be considered that the gods are angry and the gods are fighting, and then the more and more outrageous.
But in fact, in the eyes of a mythical warrior like the blood killing ancestor, it is just the fight of the same rank powerhouse.
Not much at all.
According to the blood killer disciple, the mythical warrior of Chang'an City may indeed be a little capable, but the method of shooting thousands of miles away is far inferior.
"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge the murder of the door, but now is not the time. I have to wait for the permission of those people."
The Patriarch of Blood Killing pondered for a while and said lightly.
"The few?"
Upon hearing the words, the disciple of the Blood Killing Sect turned pale.
In his eyes, the Patriarch of the Blood is already a godlike character, but now, Patriarch of the Blood is actually called "the few" people...
"It's okay to tell you."
The Patriarch of Blood Slaughter glanced at the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect, and said casually: "This time I am returning to this continent, not alone, but with a few noble and important figures."
Speaking of this, the Patriarch of the Blood Killer paused for a while, and continued: "Those great men are respected in status. If you meet them, you must not go beyond them."
"Otherwise, you will not only be wiped out in ashes, but you may even hurt me."
The Patriarch of Blood Killing warned.
"Yes."
The blood killer disciple's face was as pale as paper, and he repeatedly lowered his head to reply.
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The mythical ancestor of the blood killer appeared.
This news quickly spread to the entire world like lightning.
Nowadays, Tang is unifying all countries and has no power, and the blood killer is forced to dismiss his disciples, trying to escape Tang's liquidation.
And at this time, the mythical Patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect actually appeared. For the Blood Killing Sect disciple who hides like a dog in the family, it is tantamount to seeing the dawn.
"Why did the Patriarch of the Blood Killer come back again?"
"I don't know, is it because of the blood killing the door?"
"It's over, the Patriarch of the Blood Killer is back, and the door of the Blood Killer is fierce and powerful. I am waiting for the end of the good day."
Countless warriors in the arena are in distress.
For a long time, the blood killing gate has always used to provoke the world and the martial arts as a pleasure. The blood killing gate has prospered, which means that the world killing will increase.
"However, when the Patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect is back, I don't know what the myth of Chang'an City thinks?"
Someone couldn't help but asked.
The words came out.
All the warriors fell silent.
The three top-notch classmates of the Blood Killing Sect fell in the hands of the mythical warrior in Chang'an City. In addition, the Blood Killing Sect was the disciples who were forced to dismiss the Sect.
How could Blood Kill Patriarch ignore such grievances?
"Who do you think is stronger than the myth of Blood Killing Patriarch and Chang'an City?"
A warrior asked enthusiastically.
"I think it should be the myth of Chang'an City? After all, a few years ago, the Meng Yuan Guoshi, who was also a myth, was killed by the myth of Chang'an City..."
"Meng Yuan Guoshi didn't just enter the martial arts mythology, how can it be compared with the blood killing ancestor?"
"Yes, the blood-killing ancestor was a martial arts myth as early as two hundred years ago. Now that he has traveled overseas for two hundred years, his strength has definitely improved a lot. The myth of Chang'an City can kill the Mengyuan State Master with one finger, but he may not be able to defeat the blood-kill. Patriarch."
Countless warriors talked quickly.
In their view, Su Qin's strength is unfathomable, but the Patriarch of the Blood is not weak, especially in the past two hundred years, God knows what height the Patriarch of the Blood has reached.
"In my opinion, the myth of Chang'an City shouldn't be the opponent of Blood Killing Sect Patriarch."
An elderly warrior made a final conclusion.
Although Su Qin was overpowering the world, the blood-killing sect master was already invincible two hundred years ago. When the two did not fight head-on, everyone felt that the blood-killing sect master was stronger.
After all, in martial arts cultivation, one party has practiced for two hundred years longer than the other, and it is clear at a glance which is strong and weak.
Just when the world was talking about it.
Chang'an City.
Inside the palace.
"It is indeed the blood killing Patriarch."
Emperor Tang looked solemn as water, looked at the information in his hand, and said in a deep voice.
Now that Tang Dynasty is dominating the world, as early as when the Patriarch of the Blood Killer appeared for the first time, relevant information was passed to Emperor Tang.
However, the Emperor Tang still had doubts in his heart at the time, but as time passed, more and more information came, but Emperor Tang had to believe it.
"Your Majesty, what should I do now?"
A minister stood up, looked at Emperor Tang, and asked.
Emperor Tang was silent for a while, and said: "I will mobilize the army to strengthen inspections of Chang'an City."
The other officials heard the words, looked at each other, their lips opened, but they did not continue to say anything.
In fact, we can only do what the Emperor Tang said, otherwise what can we do? Is it possible to take the initiative to find the Patriarch of Blood Killing and take him down?
Let’s not say whether Tang Guo can take down the whereabouts of the blood-killing ancestor who is a martial arts myth, and who can grasp the whereabouts of the blood-killing ancestor alone?
The myth of martial arts controls the air and rides the wind for tens of thousands of miles a day. Maybe today you are in the extreme west, and tomorrow you will go to the extreme north.
After the court meeting ended.
Emperor Tang hurried to the East Palace.
"Mr. Ruan, hasn't the third brother contacted you yet?" Tang Huang found Ruan Qing and asked.
Although Ruan Qing claimed to be a servant of Su Qin, Emperor Tang did not dare to really regard a martial arts myth as a servant, instead he was called a "Mr."
In Tang State, "Mr." is a respectable name, such as Mr. Teacher.
"No."
Ruan Qing glanced at Emperor Tang, and asked in confusion, "Are you looking for the master?"
"The ancestor who killed the Patriarch two hundred years ago came back for unknown reasons." Tang Huang roughly said what he knew.
"It seems that the great sects overseas have begun to intervene." Ruan Qing thought for a while and sighed slightly.
"Then what should I do now?"
Although Emperor Tang didn't know what Ruan Qing's "Shang Zong Dajiao" meant, he also knew that it was not a good thing.
"If it's just blood killing Patriarch, I can deal with it, but in addition to blood killing Patriarch, those Shangzong sects must have sent other disciples."
Ruan Qing shook his head.
"Now, I can only wait for the master to exit..."
Ruan Qing said helplessly.
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Almost at the same time, all kinds of incredible news came out everywhere in the world.
For example, someone once saw a woman in white flying in the sky, like a fairy from the upper realm. Someone saw the sword-bearing man in Tsing Yi stepping hundreds of meters, seeming to be measuring the world. Others saw a Taoist priest standing above the clouds, looking indifferently over sentient beings, as if looking for something again.
For a time, the world was shaking.
If it is said that the blood-killing ancestors who first appeared out of thin air only shocked the world, then now the existence of these suspected mythical warriors appears one after another, which makes people panic.
"What happened?"
"Could it be that these people are returning from overseas like the blood-killing ancestor?"
"This is the only possibility, otherwise, the martial arts mythology would have been difficult to produce in one era. How can it be so many now?"
Many warriors were panicked.
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And at this moment.
On a high mountain, there are several figures standing leisurely.
These figures include women in white clothes who look like fairies, men with swords in Tsing Yi, and Taoist priests in Taoist robes.
At this moment.
Because of the existence of these figures, the entire mountain top was faintly enveloped by an inexplicable aura.
"How did you check?"
The voice of the woman in white was crisp, and said lightly.
She is the contemporary goddess of the Xueshen Palace of the Overseas Great Master, named Bingling. She came here by the order of the teacher to determine whether this continent is a fabled place.
As for the others, they are also the proud sons of the Pope from overseas.
"Although the current vitality of this continent is still far inferior to overseas sects such as ours, its growth rate is far faster than overseas."
Speaking of this, the man in Tsing Yi with a sword paused for a while and continued: "According to the current trend, at most a hundred years, the vitality and spirit of this place can be compared to overseas, and in two hundred years, it will completely surpass overseas."
The words came out.
Everyone on the court changed their faces.
"Then what are you waiting for? I might as well join hands, enter the kingdom of Tang, completely control the continent, and then welcome me to wait for the sect to come over." A rough man said with a grin.
When everyone on the field just arrived, they knew that this continent was ruled by a country called Tang Guo.
"Entering the kingdom of Tang?"
The Taoist priest in Taoist robes frowned slightly: "But I heard that in the city of Chang'an in Tang Dynasty, there seems to be a mythical warrior who is sitting in town, and his strength is not weak..."
"Isn't the strength weak?" The rough man grinned: "Compared with me and other overseas countries, this place is not even commonplace, and any mythical warrior can be invincible for an era."
"But in front of me waiting for the disciples, what is it?"
"Anyone can sweep this place."
The rough man's tone showed a thick arrogance.
"Not bad." The man in Qingyi with the sword nodded slightly: "As a disciple of the Great Teacher, whether it is the secret technique of the cultivation technique or the inheritance, how can it be compared with the common customs like this place?"
"It's so good."
Bing Ling, the contemporary goddess of the Snow God Palace, nodded slightly: "In that case, let's go to Chang'an City. If the mythical warrior is acquainted and bows his head, he can spare his life. If he is ignorant, he will be killed directly."
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Under Chang'an city.
In the lofty hall.
Su Qin slowly opened his eyes.
"The field is finally stable."
Su Qin's expression flashed with satisfaction.