God-level training system

Chapter 1047 The Prestige of the Holy Realm
Chapter 38 The Prestige of the Holy Realm
In Ji's house, in the banquet hall, there were all prominent figures present, and there were even half-sages in charge, and there were countless rare martial masters, and even one or two-star martial masters could only be reduced to passers-by, and no one paid attention to them at all.

But even on such occasions, they still froze. The strong men of the older generation, who had seen too many big scenes, were still shocked at this moment, shocked by a young man.

King Wang Lin, the genius of the Jun family, died just like this. His chest was crushed by someone's foot, and all vitality was smashed to death.

Die, so simple?
You must know that the performance of the king like the king of thunder just now is still vivid, and it is indeed extremely powerful.

No matter how strong Qin Qi is, Jun Wanglin should be able to fight for [-] rounds. Everyone is ready and looking forward to a wonderful battle.

However, just like that, one punch will kill them all.

What kind of power is this, as if the prehistoric world is coming back to the world, the last lightning rune inspired by the king's arrival, the image of the saint appears, but before the power is aroused, it is shattered.

Sweeping, unstoppable, just like the ancient god king!

The corpse on the ground was getting colder and colder, and the fresh blood was shocking, even the bleeding prince couldn't help the corners of his eyes trembling.

Even if you are magnificent and talented, you can be arrogant and think you are invincible. After you die, you will be nothing but a mass of flesh and blood, without any power to speak of.

This young man was more ruthless than they had imagined. He jumped down to the killer without any hesitation. There were very few people in the entire Five Elements Empire who dared to do this.

After all, the Jun family already has a saint, and Jun Wanglin is the future of the Jun family. Killing him is undoubtedly directly offending a sanctified person!
It's not like looking for death.

Such a major event was enough to shake the world, but the person who did all of this acted as if nothing had happened, and even frantically wanted to challenge the next one.

Is it necessary to kill Jing Lie?
"Okay, it's really beautiful, and the younger generation is awesome!" The blood-exhausted prince sneered, his eyes frightening.

However, this seems to be a good idea. If Qin Qi kills Jun Wanglin, he will completely offend the Jun family. At that time, Jun Wudao will naturally charge this account to the Ji family.

After Jun Wudao was sanctified, the royal family naturally tried to win him over, but Jun Wudao didn't express his attitude. The relationship with Jing Lie was just Wang Lin's own choice.

But now that King Wang Lin is dead, Jun Wudao must be furious, and it is certain to target the Ji family.

The royal family was so happy to have a powerful helper out of thin air, and this Qin Qi actually helped them.

"Boom!" There seemed to be thunder from the sky, and the surrounding air suddenly became terrifying. The outside world was covered with dark clouds, and the sky was still clear just now, but it turned into darkness at this moment.

Such a terrible change of heaven and earth, is the saint angry?
Jun Wanglin was killed, the Jun family must have sensed it, Jun Wudao was angry, and the coercion of the holy realm rushed here from the air.

In the clouds outside, thunder was beating, arcs were flashing, and they condensed into a human figure, possessing supreme majesty.

That is, Jun Wudao's dharma appearance, he came here to seek an explanation for his descendants!
This is too terrifying, everyone's expressions changed drastically, they were separated by a huge distance, and it was only a Dharma image, yet there was such power and power, that thunder seemed to destroy the world, it made people's legs weak.

This is the martial saint, the power of the holy realm!
"Humph!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a cold snort, deep in Ji's house, a thick mist filled the air, and there was a sword in the air.

This sword is indescribable, terrifying and boundless. Everyone's heart tightened, as if they saw the scene where they were hit by this sword and their hearts were pierced.

The martial saint's sword is more terrifying than the thunder's appearance, even the blood-exhausted prince turned pale slightly. As a semi-sage, he seems to be only one step away from the martial saint, but he himself knows that the gap is still very huge .

The martial sage of the Ji family was strong enough to cut off Jun Wudao's dharma form with one sword.

"Ji's family, it's not a place where you can make mistakes!" A voice sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu, shaking in everyone's mind.

And this sentence is not only for Jun Wudao, but also for the royal family.

The blood-exhausted prince and the others all had wild expressions on their faces. Although they had been prepared for a long time, they were still under tremendous pressure to bear the power of the saint at this moment, and they almost fell to their knees.

"Okay, okay, this is how your Ji family behaves. I will take back what happened today!" Jun Wudao's voice resounded like thunder, it was his anger.

However, he can only express his anger. He has just entered the Holy Realm and has not yet fully grasped the power of the Martial Saint. He cannot be the opponent of the Ji family's veteran Martial Saint.

In today's game, he can also swallow this breath.

Of course, he is also aware of the difficulties the Ji family is facing today, so he is probably ready to wait for the opportunity, and maybe he can get a lot of gains.

After forcing Jun Wudao back, the martial sage of the Ji family restrained his breath and came back again. At this moment, everyone felt a lightness on their shoulders, and sighed that the strength of the martial sage could not be described in words, and they could be killed with just one hand Everyone, including the two and a half saints.

It's no wonder Wu Sheng doesn't come out all the year round, they already exist at another level.

But such a change made the expressions of these guests change. The martial saints of the Ji family are so powerful that even Jun Wudao can only admit defeat. Will the Ji family really be defeated this time?

The exhausted blood prince's face was ugly. He knew that many people were beginning to waver. However, although Wu Sheng is strong, isn't there no royal family?

Today's game must continue, and they must be the winner.

"The power of the Martial Saint is really shocking, but it is inconvenient for the Saint to intervene in secular affairs, otherwise, wouldn't it be a mess." The blood-exhausted prince sneered, reminding everyone.

Martial saints are not allowed to intervene in secular affairs at will, unless the family is exterminated. Although the royal family is targeting the Ji family, they only want to take away the Qiankun Chamber of Commerce and suppress the strength of the Ji family. Kill the Ji family.

This is a tacit understanding between the big forces, and the masters of the holy realm must be respected, otherwise the holy realm will go crazy and it will be too dangerous, and no one can bear the consequences.

The words of the exhausted blood prince undoubtedly dispelled people's worries. This time, the Ji family is facing the three major eighth-rank forces including the royal family, and there is absolutely no possibility of turning over.

"Whether to fight or not, my time is very precious." It was Qin Qi who spoke again, he didn't care about the might of a martial sage, he only had Jing Lie in front of him.

The time is running out, and he doesn't want to waste any more time.

"After defeating King Wang Lin, do you think you can fight this king?" Jing Lie sneered, he walked forward slowly, and every step he took, his aura became stronger. In front of Qi, he has soared to the peak level of eight stars!

This is the power of Jing Lie. Although he is in the same eight-star rank as Jun Wanglin, the gap between the lower ranks and the peak ranks is huge, almost irresistible.

(End of this chapter)