Martial Godly Emperor

1Above the high clouds, there was an incomparably dignified young man. His body was covered with layers of Dao Fate, and he was standing in the middle of the crowd. Two purple lines shot out from his eyes as he looked down.    

    

"This kid's luck is really good. He was struck by the Fruit of Evil Arcane Art, and in this kind of environment where he could die at any time, he actually managed to escape from danger. I'm really impressed."    

    

Balu Jun had been paying attention to Meng Yu from the beginning.    

    

"Little Jun, you really think highly of that kid. Just now, he almost reached the top, but now, he is already in the top ten thousand."    

    

An old man with a red nose held a wine pot, drank a big mouthful of wine and said.    

    

Balu Jun looked at the old man speechlessly and said, "Emperor Chen Jikang, I still hope that you can call me Emperor like I call you."    

    

The old man, Chen Jikang, was the emperor of Tangzhou Kingdom. However, he had never been in charge of the affairs of the empire, so he handed the state affairs to the Crown Prince, Chen Hua.    

    

"Little Jun, I'm older than you. Aren't you happy that I called you Little Jun?"    

    

Balu Jun felt somewhat helpless. He curled his lips and was about to speak when he heard the old man say, "It seems like you have a lot of confidence in that kid!"    

    

The old man drank another mouthful of wine. He narrowed his turbid eyes and looked at Balu Jun. He said, "Just now, he was about to die. Why didn't you save him? Aren't you afraid that Ning Hanyan will find trouble with you? To be honest, only the people of Yuheng are afraid of Ning Hanyan, right? I, this old bone, am not interested in her at all. Oh, right, there is also that Brother Ye of Jinlong. Just like me, he doesn't buy Ning Hanyan's account."    

    

"I believe that he won't die. Why did he save her?"    

    

Balu Jun ignored him and looked down. After a while, his expression stiffened.    

    

Because at this time, the ten thousand cultivators who were about to fly to the peak of the mountain were suddenly suppressed by the powerful pressure of the mountain and fell down.    

    

Seeing so many people fall down, Meng Yu's mood became clear.    

    

"Tell me quickly, what do you have in mind?"    

    

Meng Yu urged Thousand Mouth.    

    

As he spoke, he dodged dozens of sharp rocks that came from the mountain.    

    

"How do I get up there? The pressure from above almost crushed me to death!"    

    

The cultivator covered in fire burned the space and actually produced waves of Blue Smoke. He looked up and muttered.    

    

"That's right, the pressure is too heavy. However, I believe I can think of a way!"    

    

A powerful cultivator with a nine-headed snake coiled around his body said with great confidence.    

    

"How about we learn from him?"    

    

In the crowd, Female Cultivator, who wore red clothes, raised her finger and pointed at the Golden Tortoise Beast that was slowly climbing up the mountain.    

    

The Beastman was already 30 meters away from these people. He was withstanding the pressure from above and climbing up step by step.    

    

"I don't want to be a tortoise. And I can't learn it either."    

    

A tall cultivator shook his head.    

    

These people were all discussing among themselves, trying to force themselves to think of a way to fly up before everyone else.    

    

After saying that, Meng Yu looked at Thousand Mouth with anticipation.    

    

"Boss," Thousand Mouth stood on his shoulder. His small mouth rubbed his clothes a few times and said, "If you want to fly up, you must master that Sword Heaven-earth!"    

    

Hearing its words, Meng Yu smiled bitterly. "Thousand Mouth, do you think I don't want to? It's not that I don't want to comprehend the Sword Heaven-earth, but I don't have the slightest clue about it right now!"    

    

After comprehending the Sword Heaven-earth, his sword could form a world of its own, and it could resist the powerful pressure from above. Furthermore, he had also broken through that layer of paper on the window, and had begun to grasp a complete Sword Dao.    

    

However, everyone understood the principle. The problem was, how could he do it?    

    

"Boss, if you promise to give me some barbecued meat..."    

    

Meng Yu slapped the bird's head, "What time is it? If you have something to say, say it quickly. If I lose this time, and I don't get that Luoxi Divine Water, see if I roast you into a roasted bird to eat!"    

    

"Ah!" Thousand Mouth's face was full of fear. He originally wanted to threaten his boss, but he didn't expect his boss to roast him to eat.    

    

He quickly said, "Boss, remember what I said next."    

    

He didn't want to be a roasted bird!    

    

"The invisible sword is hard to escape from the Heaven Domain. Flowing in form is better than nothing. Dao is born from swords, Dao is broken, and swords are unique. "    

    

" The solitary Dao is not long, the single sword is not born Where the Dao is, the sword is in the sky, the sword is in the earth. The sword of heaven and earth, the strand of Dao... "    

    

The Thousand Mouth became very serious, opening and closing his little mouth. The words he spat out actually carried a Dao Fate, like the morning bell and evening drum, making one feel deep in thought.    

    

"A solitary Dao is not long, a single sword is not born..."    

    

"The sword begins from the Dao, without the sword, without the path, without me... The sword starts from the Dao, without the sword, without the path, without me..."    

    

Meng Yu chewed on the words that sounded like morning bells and evening drums.    

    

Each and every word it spat out contained a sliver of Dao Fate that struck directly into his mind.    

    

However, he seemed to have grasped onto something. It was as if he were looking at a flower in the fog, and the vague outline of the flower. However, he couldn't see the full picture.    

    

Meng Yu really wanted to get close to the flower and see how bright and delicate it looked.    

    

No, not only did he want to see its color and tenderness, he also wanted to touch it with his hand, and even take it into his hand and keep it in his heart.    

    

The Thousand Mouth spat out many words, as if it had lost all its strength. It was so exhausted that it fell on Meng Yu's shoulder. In order to avoid falling down, it held Meng Yu's long hair tightly with its wings.    

    

However, there was deep worry in his eyes, because he had already seen the crowd that had fallen earlier begin to rush upwards.    

    

The most eye-catching one was a young monk wearing a golden kasaya. His eyes were filled with madness. His entire body was emitting a golden light, and there were many Incineration Imprints above his head. A smiling Buddha appeared on his body and led him in front of the crowd.    

    

The countless cultivators behind him seemed to be led by him as they flew toward an ethereal Buddhist Kingdom.    

    

It looked at its master and could only sigh. Boss might not be one of the five thousand people who arrived in the first place.    

    

At this moment, Meng Yu was floating in the air, not feeling happy at all. The forty-two Flying Sword around him whistled as they sliced some of the incoming Spatial Ice Cone and Wild Fire into powder.    

    

Two bright red flames were dancing in his bright and clear eyes. Sometimes, he was confused, and sometimes, he would bloom with light. Then, the light would dim down and slowly release a trace of light.    

    

"The sword begins with the Dao, but it is not limited to the Dao. There is no sword, no image, no path..."    

    

He chewed on the words that Thousand Mouth had just said. His eyes were wide open, as if he had already entered the misty flower and saw the full appearance of the flower.    

    

It was an extremely bright and delicate flower, and it trembled in the wind and emitted a fragrance. It was like a resentful beauty was waiting for her lover to pity her.    

    

He smelled the fragrance that seeped into one's heart. That was the taste of the Dao.    

    

Thus, he tried to pluck it.    

    

"Picking flowers!"    

    

His sword suddenly blossomed with endless light.    

    

The place was originally pitch-black like ink.    

    

The light from his sword was like the morning sun, lighting up the whole place.    

    

"Sword Heaven-earth, this is the Sword Heaven-earth."    

    

"Under my sword, this world is mine, and I am the king of this world!"    

    

Meng Yu was overjoyed.