Inside the body of this Buddha statue, there is a red, shimmering dot!
Next to this dot is a thumb-sized image of a deity.
Seeing that Zen Silver Gauze and Monk Jingren were looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and caution, Jiang Liu tossed the scripture aside, causing it to float in mid-air. He laughed and said, "This is half of the scripture. It is the method for measuring and cultivating the supreme acupoints!"
"?!" Zen Yinsha and Monk Jingren were both startled and couldn't help but exclaim in unison.
Jiang Liu controlled the pages of the scripture to turn one by one, while the four people and eight pairs of eyes stared intently at it.
The Azure Emperor's eighty-one acupoints were naturally open, allowing him to achieve great success without cultivation. However, Jiang Liu was still a mortal and had not yet reached the Earth Immortal realm. Fortunately, he obtained the cultivation method for the twenty-four inner acupoints from Su Mu, the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Dao, which overlapped with this method, so he learned it quickly.
It was just a pity for Monk Jingren. When the Great Zen Temple was destroyed, he was still a Grandmaster and had not obtained the method of cultivating acupoints. Now that he had the opportunity to watch, Jiang Liu watched it so quickly that before he could comprehend it, Jiang Liu had already turned the page. He felt like he was being scratched by a cat.
Chapter 208 Scheming for the Champion Marquis
After reading half of it, Jiang Liu closed his eyes and sensed it for a long time before saying, "As expected of one of the three scriptures of the Great Zen Temple, mastering the current fist intent is enough to cultivate the strongest physical body, the body of a human immortal, with 108 acupoints, which is enough to reach the peak of Martial Saint. With my fist intent, reaching the human immortal realm of 'Flawless True Immortal' is not difficult!"
The Azure Emperor waved his lotus-root-like little hand a few times, his fist whistling, clearly having benefited greatly. He said, "It is indeed not difficult, but it will take you at least a year to complete the cultivation of these 108 acupoints. Your previous 24 internal acupoints were only the beginning, not the pinnacle."
“A year? Looks like I need to hurry!” Jiang Liu shook his head and looked at the blue sky, pondering the development of the plot in “Yang Shen”. Then he handed the book to the monk Jing Ren and said, “You have been training at the Martial Saint level for many years and can now cultivate your acupoints. Try to reach the peak of Martial Saint in a short time! The great era is coming. Even Martial Saints will find it difficult to protect themselves. If you want to rebuild the Great Zen Temple, you will need to be at least at the peak of the Human Immortal level.”
The monk Jingren held the scriptures in his hands; they felt heavy, as if weighing ten thousand pounds. He said in a deep voice, "I have no way to repay the abbot's kindness but to go through fire and water..."
"Let me lend you a hand!" Jiang Liu reached into his Qiankun bag, rummaged through the huge library, and then pulled out a pale white bone plate about the size of a door panel.
"Wow, it's huge! What kind of creature's skeleton is this? It's enormous!" Monk Jingren stared at the massive bone in Jiang Liu's hand, bewildered by its purpose. Moreover, this bone, the size of a door panel, was a single, solid piece. He racked his brains but couldn't fathom what animal it belonged to. The bone was densely engraved with unknown, dark characters—the ancient oracle bone script—that no one could decipher.
"This is the supreme scripture of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path! I don't know how it ended up in the hands of the Great Zen Temple. You can use this supreme demon lord of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path to comprehend martial arts. It is said that this demon lord was an ancient war god who fought against heaven and earth and had an indomitable will. In the end, he was suppressed by a holy emperor, and the Witchcraft and Ghost Path began to decline in ancient times."
Jiang Liu flipped the slab over, revealing another side carved with a realistic full-body image of a demon god. It had two horns on its head, spiraling and curved, and held a bone hammer in its hand. Its body was still human-shaped, with each line outlining and rendering it, making it lifelike and vivid. At first glance, it seemed as if the demon god was about to step out of the bone slab.
This painting technique is comparable to that of the images from the past, fully expressing the spirit of the God of War.
A sense of desolation, vastness, antiquity, antiquity, and profoundness emanated from the image of the Supreme Demon Lord.
In a daze, it seemed as if I had traveled to the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago.
Such willpower had no effect on Jiang Liu and Qing Di, but it did affect Chan Yinsha and Jing Ren for a moment. However, these two, one a ghost immortal and the other a martial saint, were both highly skilled individuals with unwavering spirits, and they quickly regained their composure.
"Such a strong fighting spirit, but I have already achieved unity of body and soul and cannot visualize it, so I cannot cultivate it." The monk Jingren clasped his hands together, resisting the erosion of the fighting spirit.
"You don't know my methods yet!" Jiang Liu chuckled, then said to the Azure Emperor, "Azure Emperor, come and help me to condense the indomitable fighting spirit within and generate a seed of will."
In an instant, five halos appeared behind the Azure Emperor's head, enveloping the massive white skeletal war god. Martial arts and the way of killing instantly invaded it, suppressing the war god's will. Jiang Liu grabbed a ball of light with his hand, and then pressed his palm against the forehead of the monk Jingren, sending that indomitable will into his sea of consciousness.
In an instant, the monk Jingren roared to the sky, his veins bulging, and his blood energy fully unleashed. The will and blood energy of a martial saint burst forth, soaring straight into the heavens.
Jiang Liu turned his head and smiled at Chan Yinsha. The girl couldn't help but take a step back. The monk Jingren's face was now contorted with rage, and it was unknown what kind of pain he was suffering.
"You have already reached the realm of a Ghost Immortal. I will simulate the environment of a tribulation lightning. If you carefully comprehend it, you will be able to transform your thoughts into Yang energy and reach the strength of a half-step tribulation lightning expert. Once you have accumulated enough, you will be able to safely undergo the tribulation without fear of your soul being destroyed by the tribulation lightning..."
Before Chan Yinsha could answer, a ferocious and monstrous thunder dragon shot out from his pupils. Its horns, scales, and every detail of its body were clearly visible, and lightning flashed around it as it writhed and twisted in the air.
In an instant, the lightning dragon, carrying a trace of heavenly tribulation lightning intent, burrowed into Chan Yinsha's brow and reached her soul.
"ah!"
At the same time, a painful roar came from Chan Yinsha's mouth, and then an illusion appeared on her body, resisting the thunder dragon unleashed by Jiang Liu.
This illusion was a human with a bird's face, wings on its back, and holding a hammer and awl. Its entire body was coiled with lightning snakes, like a giant thunder god descending to earth.
After a long while, Chan Yinsha and the monk Jingren slowly stood up, their bodies soaked through, but both of them had taken a big leap forward in strength. The two looked at each other, both showing shock; they had never heard of such methods before.
At this moment, Jiang Liu poured out the eight large piles of wealth, each as big as a small mountain, from his Qiankun Bag. Seven mountains had already been piled up, and the last pile consisted of boxes and boxes of pills.
"So much gold and silver! Even Izumo Kingdom couldn't accumulate that much in a hundred years!" Zen Ginsa looked up at the glittering mountain of gold, her face filled with astonishment. Although she had cultivated into a ghost immortal and regarded money as dirt, she was still susceptible to worldly desires when she reached a certain level of wealth.
"There are about four million taels of gold, about thirty million taels of silver, eight hundred thousand bolts of silk, six hundred thousand dan of rice, weapons and armor... You can have someone take inventory! And these pills are enough to cultivate a large number of innate martial artists. With these, the Hidden Dragon Temple can be said to be completely established and can reach the foundation of the six holy lands!"
Jiang Liu glanced at the eastern sky and said, "The Mighty Vajra Divine Ape clan has arrived. Azure Emperor, I'm leaving this place to you..."
"Master, please go ahead. I'll wait for the second one to be born!" The second one is naturally the stone embryo of the Marquis of Champion. Jiang Liu will refine it into an external clone again. The Azure Emperor will be born first, so he will naturally be the eldest. No matter how strong the stone embryo is, it can only be second.
As he spoke, the Azure Emperor looked up and saw a dark cloud descending. In an instant, a giant demonic ape landed on the ground, followed by a hundred mighty Vajra divine apes at the level of martial arts grandmasters and even martial saints, which appeared in the dark cloud.
The ancestor "Ba" of Yunwu Mountain and Demon God Cave has arrived!
He bowed to Jiang Liu, then looked at the Azure Emperor and immediately realized that this person was Jiang Liu's avatar. Instantly, he became even more wary of Jiang Liu. He could naturally see that this child-like little boy, although he looked delicate and tender, possessed astonishing strength. Not only did he have the cultivation of a fifth-level lightning tribulation, but his physical body was also at the level of a human immortal.
A human immortal, a fifth-level tribulation lightning user, and seemingly cultivating the path of faith—he immediately knew that the strength of this avatar was no less than that of Jiang Liu's main body. He immediately shouted to a golden demon ape behind him, "Yuan Xuzi, come and greet your new master. This is the Abbot. From now on, you will obey his orders. Even if he orders you to kill me, do not hesitate!"
This golden demon ape is the third disciple under "Ba". His Taoist skills are extremely powerful and can overturn rivers and seas. He has already passed the first tribulation of lightning.
A first-level lightning tribulation is already a great supernatural power among human cultivators, but now, in "Ba's" mouth, it is to make him submit and become Jiang Liu's servant.
"Ancestor, I... this..." For a moment, the demon ape didn't know what to say, because this was different from what it had said when it came!
The Azure Emperor, with his hands behind his back, looked at the group of divine apes and laughed, "Ba! No need for that, I appreciate your kindness. Oh... by the way, my name is Azure Emperor, and I am one with the Abbot. You have led the mighty Vajra Divine Apes, including Ape Void Child, here to serve my Hidden Dragon Temple. Ape Void Child will serve as a protector for now, how about that?"
“That’s excellent!” said Ba.
Jiang Liu then spoke to the demonic ape "Ba," saying, "Leave this place to them! I have other important matters to attend to, so come with me!"
With that, he and "Ba" rode the winds into the depths of the ocean.
...
Jiang Liu had long desired the stone embryo of the Marquis of Champion. If a "Divine Splitter Puppet" could be used to refine a Azure Emperor, how powerful would a stone embryo, which was ten times stronger, be?
If he could refine it, the stone embryo's physical body would immediately reach the peak of the Human Immortal realm! Jiang Liu thought to himself.
Moreover, there is the Panhuang Life-Giving Sword. This is one of the most powerful ancient artifacts in legend! Possessing this artifact will grant you the strongest power and control over all living beings! Even Meng Shenji might find it difficult to withstand the power of the Holy Emperor's "Panhuang" sword, which possesses thirty percent of his Yang God power.
The Grief-Slaying Divine Spear and the Heavenly Light Horned Divine Armor. These two treasures are also in the hands of the Champion Marquis. To Jiang Liu, the Champion Marquis is like a walking treasure trove; not seizing them would be a disservice to his transmigration.
Looking down from the clouds, a dozen large ships were sailing on the sea.
"Master, who do you want to capture? I'll bring them to you. There isn't even a Thunder Tribulation expert on this big ship. Why do you need to make the trip yourself?" the demon ape said in a muffled voice.
Jiang Liu stared intently down below and laughed, "I'll use my Qiankun Bag to capture people in a moment. You'll protect me. After it's done, I'll give you the cultivation method for the 108 acupoints. Your ancestor 'Kong' had the physical body of a peak Human Immortal. Even if I gave you his body, you wouldn't be able to master it with your current strength. Only by understanding the mysteries of the acupoints can you master a powerful physical body."
"An empty shell? I wonder when the Abbot will go to the Nine Abyss Divine Realm?" the demon ape asked.
"Within three years, once I've forged the Other Shore Magic Artifact, it will be almost done!" Jiang Liu narrowed his eyes, looking at the sea, and said in a deep voice, "He's coming. I'll go. You protect me! Be careful of Yang Pan's Other Shore Boat!"
Chapter 209 Goddess and the Big Gun
Jiang Liu moved swiftly and vanished into the clouds. The demonic ape "Ba" watched the spatial fluctuations created by Jiang Liu's disappearance, its gaze deep and unreadable, lost in thought.
Looking again at the sea, the void rippled once more, followed by a sharp sound.
The sound was like the cry of an eagle, followed by the aura of a ghostly immortal spreading out. Lacking any yang energy, it was clear the person hadn't survived the tribulation. A voice like an eagle's cry, a ghostly immortal's cultivation—who else could it be but the Divine Eagle King, one of the eight great demon immortals?
After the eagle's cry, the void twisted and cracked open, revealing a long, deep opening through which a magnificent palace, courtyards, flowers, trees, and other structures could be vaguely seen.
Then, a group of people flew out from inside and landed on the large ship on the sea.
In the blink of an eye, the void rift disappeared as if it had never existed.
Then, a gourd the size of a fist flashed into existence in the void and landed in the hand of a young man.
This is also a spatial artifact, similar to the Qiankun Bag, inside which is a small world.
Looking at this young man, he was dashing and dignified, wearing a magnificent robe sprinkled with purple and gold fragments, a purple and gold crown on his head, and a bright yellow belt around his waist. All of these were royal items, obviously bestowed by the emperor. Otherwise, even if a duke or marquis wore them, it would be against the rules and would be subject to impeachment, as it would be a serious crime of disrespect.
His physique was perfectly proportioned, with clear, sharp features, like those sculpted by a master painter. His lips were tightly closed, his nose slightly high, his forehead neither square nor round, and his forehead full and round. This kind of face was the mark of great wealth and nobility. His temples were slightly surrounded by a pale golden-red hue, clearly indicating that his blood and energy had reached their peak and were beginning to boil, giving his temples a genuine "sun-like" quality!
Temples, temples—when a true martial arts saint, a transcendent immortal, reaches the pinnacle of their skill, their temples give off a truly intense, sun-like sensation.
This young man, who looked extremely young, around seventeen or eighteen years old, possessed the cultivation of a Martial Saint, his blood and energy surging to the heavens. Such youth, such prestige, such strength—was none other than Yang An, the Champion Marquis who traversed ten thousand miles of foreign lands and was the number one general in the army.
"Who?" Suddenly, a roar came from the boy's mouth, and his blood energy rushed straight to Jiang Liu. When it reached Jiang Liu, it was like a raging fire and a fierce wind, unbearably hot.
Everyone then looked at the deck at the bow of the ship, where a person suddenly appeared, staring intently at Champion Marquis Yang An.
In an instant, the army surrounded them, spears and swords pointed directly at the river, demonstrating the strictness of their military discipline. Then, a man stood before the Marquis of Champions, wearing a cloak that appeared to be made of bird feathers. His face was serene, except for a hooked nose that gave him a somewhat fierce appearance. His hands were in a mudra, a Buddhist meditation gesture.
Needless to say, this is one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, the Divine Eagle King.
"Champion Marquis, the God King asked me to give you a message!" Jiang Liu suddenly said out of the blue.
Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Champion trembled, his mind momentarily blank, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
"Me? Come in and have a chat!" In an instant, a beam of light enveloped him, and before he could resist, he was put into the Qiankun Bag.
When everyone looked back at the spot where Jiang Liu had just been standing, it was now empty.
"My lord?" Everyone looked at the Divine Eagle King.
The Eagle King's heart trembled. He knew he had encountered an unparalleled master. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, he could not escape it. The most important thing now was to stabilize the situation. So he said in a deep voice, "The Marquis of Champion is in seclusion. Everyone, proceed according to the plan."
Meanwhile, inside the Qiankun Bag, Champion Marquis stood on the ground, looking at Jiang Liu in front of him with narrowed eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent.
"The Outer Heavens, a pawn of the Immortal God King, am I right?"
"Heh, I don't know what you're talking about. I am the Champion Marquis of the Great Qian Dynasty. What Heaven Beyond Heaven, what Immortal God King? I've never heard of them. If you let me out, there's still room for negotiation. But if you lay a finger on me, the million-strong army of the Great Qian Dynasty will crush your sect and exterminate your entire clan." The Champion Marquis's voice rang out, very clear, each word like a pearl, smooth and round like jade, reminding Jiang Liu of the sound of someone reading aloud.
However, after listening to it, one can sense an irresistible command within his words. It seems that his words are orders, military commands, and everyone who hears them must obey. The first reaction in a person's subconscious is to obey these words.
Such simple words have such magic.
Jiang Liu knew that this was a man whose words were as firm as mountains, and no one had ever dared to defy him. Over time, this kind of imposing aura had naturally developed.
"There's no one else here, so there's no need to pretend. Let's see who's the real deal! Show me the power of the Panhuang Life-Giving Sword, shall we?"
Champion Marquis Yang An was shocked again. Few people knew that he possessed the "Panhuang Life Sword," and most of those who had seen the sword were already in hell. He never expected that the mysterious person in front of him would also know about it.
Jiang Liu chuckled lightly: "Oh, right, you're not in any fatal danger, so that sword won't appear. Here's what we'll do! Give me the stone embryo you obtained from Tianzhu Mountain, and hand over the War God Shang's Sorrowful Spear, and I'll let you go."
"If you have the guts, then come and take it! Let's see if the Panhuang Life Sword will appear and kill you!" The Champion Marquis was furious. His whole body trembled, and the blood aura of a Martial Saint surged out, sweeping out like a sea of blood. His anger was extremely violent. All his fist intent and spirit were like adding fuel to the fire, reaching the peak of the Martial God realm.
Yang An sneered, "Don't think that just because you survived the tribulation, you're invincible. Even the Heavenly Serpent King had one of his clones killed by me. And, hehehehe... I should also thank that Silver Shark King. If it weren't for the threat of her two killing auras, I wouldn't have sent Han Yue here, and I wouldn't have mastered the Sorrowful Light Divine Spear... You can be proud enough to die under the spear of the ancient war god!"
"Oh? I'd like to see for myself. But even if you lose, I'll spare your life and give you a great opportunity!" Jiang Liu looked at Yang An with a smile. He wanted to take the treasure, but he also needed Yang An to stir up trouble in the Great Qian Dynasty and restrain the emperor and his close buddy.
Upon hearing Jiang Liu's words, Champion Marquis Yang An's gaze turned cold, and he uttered two words: "Han Yue!"
As soon as he uttered those two words, a sliver of moonlight, like mercury, poured out from the gourd of creation in his hand and fell into the air, instantly forming a goddess with flowing hair, a crescent moon mark between her brows, and crescent-shaped eyes.
The goddess's body was faintly shimmering with silver light, radiating tremendous magical power.