Chapter 390 [A Contemporary Saint Under 4000] () Once the news of the Ancient Clan spread, it swept across the five regions. Some human holy sects were so strong that they protested immediately and were willing to fight. Some major sects chose to surrender and secretly contacted the Ancient Clan, hoping that they would let them go and instead attack the territory of the rival major sect. Killing with a borrowed knife and infighting among humans were happening even in the ancient times when all the races came into being. "The human race is truly a despicable race. In the ancient times, all races fought bloody battles, sometimes for tens of thousands of years, but there were only a few traitors who betrayed their own race." The ancestor king of the Valley of the Gods sneered: "A tribe like this is worthy of occupying such a vast land." The other ancestral kings nodded in agreement, despising the enemy strategically and taking the enemy seriously tactically. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they kept belittling the human race and formed an alliance. There are strong and weak among the myriad races of ancient times. The slave race has only the King of Killing Dao, the ordinary ancient races have saints to suppress them, the big races like the Valley of Gods have the Holy King and several saints, the real strong races have the Great Saint who can talk to the royal family on an equal footing. But powerful clans rise and fall, and it is impossible for there to be great saints in every generation, unless there is an uncrowned emperor like the Silver Blood Royal Family. The ones who truly dominate the ancient clans are the major royal families, because they possess the most powerful war weapons in the universe—the Extreme Imperial Soldiers. The reason why these ten ancestral kings, and even the ancestral king who was previously killed by Lin Xian, were born was to lead the way for the royal family and serve as pioneers, attempting to get a share of some of the soup in the pattern of the royal family eating meat. "The history of the ancient myriad races dividing up the human race is long gone. The Human Emperor Taiyin and the Holy Emperor Taiyang have created a kingdom for the human race!"
"If you dare to massacre the mortals, I will use an imperial weapon to destroy the ten ancient clans!" Facing the threat from the ancient clan, Lin Xian showed no weakness and spread the news, challenging the ancestor king of the ancient clan to a duel outside Yaochi. The news shocked all the ancient clans. What they care about is not the survival of several ancestral kings, but the supreme imperial soldiers of the human race! The imperial army and the emperor's army are the key forces that dominate the final pattern of Beidou. The Ji family, the Jiang family, Yaoguang, Yaochi, Daxia, Guhua, Jiuli, and Shenzhou are the eight imperial lineages of the human race. The Original Lake, the Fire Kirin Cave, the Golden Cave, the Blood Phoenix Mountain, the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, the Divine Silkworm Ridge, and the Fighting Saint Ape, these are the seven royal families. In addition, the energy provided by the Great Sage is also an extremely crucial point. The ancient myriad races dared to test so blatantly because they had calculated that even if the human race had a great sage, he would be an old one hidden in the divine source, lacking in blood and energy, and could only support one or two major battles with imperial soldiers at most. It is said that there is only one great sage in the world, Tianxuan Wei Yi. Several great saints of the ancient clan proclaimed themselves as such in their prime years, so they still have at least one or two thousand years of life left, with which they can fight with the human race. However, if the human race had one more imperial weapon, the situation would be different! The difference of seven against eight is not big, and the Great Sage Quasi-Emperor can make up for it. Seven against nine can instantly widen the gap. "Which imperial weapon is the extra one?" "The Wind Clan is known as the oldest holy land of the human race. Could it be that there is an imperial weapon in the clan?" "Impossible. If the Wind Clan had an imperial weapon, why didn't they take it out earlier?" “Could it be the Western Desert Buddhist Sect? Although they claim that all beings are equal and there are more than just humans in the sect, the founder is the emperor of the human race after all.” The ancient tribe held a heated discussion at an internal meeting, and then sent envoys to contact the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Desert and visit the Demon King Palace, requesting to see the descendant of the Green Emperor. They even went so far as to invite King Teng of Beiyuan to join the royal family for a talk. Buddhism, the demon clan, and Wang Teng all have the inheritance of imperial weapons behind them. If they can be won over, their strength on paper will increase greatly. "That Wind Clan Saint is actually Tianxuan's Supreme Saint Lord Lin Xian!" "The imperial weapon he mentioned should be the Luan Gu imperial weapon. He and I are both candidates for the Luan Gu emperor." "But the Ancient Emperor's Axe has never chosen a true successor."
Among the ancient royal family, Wang Teng said decisively: "He is just bluffing. He should be borrowing the imperial soldiers from other holy places." The bigwigs of the ancient tribes breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. "We only target a small number of people in the human race. We, the Ancient Clan, are happy to make friends with outstanding people like you." The Golden King invited Wang Teng to the Golden Cave for a chat. They planned to support Wang Teng as the spokesperson of the ancient tribe within the human race, so as to divide the power of the human race. "It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask for my ear." Wang Teng hesitated for a while and nodded, constantly advising himself in his heart that he was considering the human race. The ancient race was so powerful that once they went to war with the human race, there would inevitably be bloodshed for billions of miles, and the race might even be wiped out. If someone like Lin Xian rashly starts a war and provokes the ancient clan, he will only become a sinner of the human race and cause more innocent mortals to suffer. After receiving the message from the ancient clan leader, the Ancestral King of the Valley of the Gods felt relieved. He smiled grimly and led the nine Ancestral Kings to the outside of Yaochi, shouting, "Lin Xian, you are a ancestral king, but you slaughtered the weak. What crime should you be punished for?" "Today, I, the God Valley, will take action on behalf of the ancient myriad races to annihilate you, the demon who bullies the weak." The sound was mighty and when the saint roared, mountains and rivers shattered. Countless powerful people watching the battle looked pale, and then a burst of uproar broke out. "Lin Xian? That Holy Lord Tianxuan!" "How could it be him? Could it be that they have the same name?" "How can you become a saint if you have practiced for less than fifty years?" The battle between the sage of the human race and the ancestor king of the ancient race was such a wonderful battle that it was worth the price of the ticket even if one died in it. Not only did the leader of the human race come, but many creatures of the ancient race also crossed the domain gate to watch the battle. For a while, there was a lot of discussion and everyone had their own opinions. Amid the noise, a figure in green emerged at the end of the sky, carrying a Taoist diagram on his back. Behind his head, layers of immortal light emerged. He looked like the supreme god in the legend. With every move he made, he was blessed by faith and accompanied by his mental power. "Lying high on the nine-layer cloud, I have realized the truth of the Tao. Outside the prehistoric universe, I shall be the master of the sect. Chaos gave birth to Tai Chi, and the two yin and yang and four images followed. One Dao passed on to three friends, and the dragon and the phoenix were separated. The human race all became leaders, and the one Qi became Tianxuan." Lin Xian came from the sky, singing as he walked: "I am here, who is going to die?" The mountains and rivers shook, the five realms roared, and the cultivators who knew Lin Xian's growth trajectory showed an incredible look on their faces. "It's really him." Standing on a mountain peak, Zhonghuang Xiang Yufei felt as if in a dream. He felt that everything was unreal. You know, ten years ago, Saint Lord Lin was able to fight him with the help of Source Technique. How did he become a sage of the human race in the blink of an eye! "Could it be that an ancient saint cut off his Dao and started over again?!" On the ancient clan camp, Wang Teng's expression was unpredictable, sometimes blue and sometimes purple. He couldn't believe that Lin Xian had actually become a saint and surpassed his peers. He couldn't bear it in his heart and kept looking for reasons to convince himself. "What's up, little friend?" An ancestor king of the Golden Clan asked in surprise, and then learned the truth. "What? You said this is a contemporary saint who is less than fifty years old?" "The years of cultivation are only twenty to thirty years!" The great saints of the Golden Clan were all stunned. Such a speed of cultivation broke the myth, shocked the ages, and was actively recorded in the history of the cultivation world. Even if he did not become an emperor in this life, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the ancient emperors, shine through the ages, and be revered by future generations. Compared with Lin Xian's cultivation speed, Wang Teng, who is known as the reincarnation of the ancient emperor, is nothing but a rotten tomato and a stinky bird egg.
The potential of a genius must be transformed into strength, otherwise the so-called genius is just an ant. However, Lin Xian has already made the leap from a fish to a dragon and turned into a true saint. Although they are in different camps and are hostile to each other, they still have to call each other fellow Taoists. He is truly extraordinary and otherworldly, different from ants and grass. For a moment, the Golden Great Sage looked at Wang Teng, who had not yet been killed, and felt disgusted, thinking that he had chosen the wrong person. There were two candidates for the Chaos Emperor, why did he pick the inferior one? "What a great Saint Lin!" Great Sage Qianlun of the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest exclaimed: "This speed of cultivation is almost the strongest in history, and can be compared with the one from the God Clan." The God Clan's Du Mu, when this name is mentioned, one ancestor king after another is eclipsed. Even the status of the Quasi-Emperor in ancient history may not be comparable to his. He was born into a clan of gods and was once the most brilliant prodigy of an era. He was also one of the most powerful people with gifted bloodlines throughout history. He cultivated to the pinnacle of the Great Sage at the age of less than a hundred years and left his name in history. Among the thirty emperors of the eternal blue sky, only the true great emperors and ancient emperors can be imprinted in the hearts of all living beings, because they are unique and special because they have wielded the Seal of the Heart of Heaven. Other than that, even if they are quasi-emperors or have achieved enlightenment in an alternative way, their glory will only last for ten thousand years, and then they will be forgotten by all living beings, and their traces can only be found in piles of old papers. This is also one of the reasons why Gai Jiuyou was lost. If he could not become an emperor, even if he lived for another ten thousand years, he would not be remembered by all living beings. This is the immortality of the spirit. Without the right position and the right time, even a powerful person like the emperor cannot enter the fairyland and gain true immortality. Being revered by all races, worshipped by the common people, and living in the hearts of all living beings has become the pursuit of the strongest people throughout the ages. Over the course of eternity, people will forget the name of the Quasi-Emperor, but will always remember the genius Du Mu. "A child may be brilliant, but he may not be great when he grows up." The Golden King was a little embarrassed and snorted coldly, "Although Dumu's cultivation is fast, he will never reach the peak of the Great Sage realm in his life." "When you were young, you must have been a great saint." Qianlun Great Sage said with a half-smile, "I remember that you were only at the peak of the Great Sage level." The two great saints of the ancient clan were bickering, and even the Ancestral King did not dare to interrupt easily, for fear that the fight between the gods would affect innocent people. Looking at Wang Teng, whose expression was getting uglier and uglier, the ancestor king of the Golden Clan comforted him, "Practicing Taoism quickly does not mean that the final results will be fast. The lineage of the Ancient Emperor is different from ordinary people. Becoming an emperor after a hundred defeats is unique in the world." Then, the ancestor king gave another example. In the ancient times, there was a casual cultivator who became a saint in his twenties. He shocked the world and amazed everyone. He was known as a genius, but his final achievement was just that of a Saint King. There are also people who are late bloomers, who were not good at first, but later made rapid progress, with a feeling of sunset and suddenly becoming glorious again. There is no need to say much about the Great Sage and the Quasi-Emperor, there are many examples. "In addition to the Ancient Emperor Luan, the Ancient Emperor Xuanwu is also an example." "The Xuanwu Emperor barely became a saint at the age of 5,000. He practiced hard and finally achieved enlightenment and became an emperor at the age of 6,000, the best of his time." The ancestor king of the Golden Clan highly respects Emperor Xuanwu because he is also five thousand years old this year. Generally speaking, those who can become emperors have all broken through the barrier when their blood energy is at its most vigorous. Becoming an emperor at the age of over 6,000 is rare in history. Many examples have proved that those who make rapid progress in their early stages of cultivation have great advantages, but they may not necessarily be able to achieve the supreme fruit of the Tao. Those who have mediocre qualifications and slow progress in the early stages may not necessarily have a bumpy road, but may instead catch up and achieve great things later in life. After several consolations, Wang Teng nodded, regained his confidence, and said in a deep voice: "I am from the Luan Gu lineage, and I want to take an unusual path. Lin Xian is just a heretic." The ancestor king of the Golden Clan nodded in agreement, but he was thinking in his heart, becoming a saint before the age of fifty is a heresy among heresies. Lin Xian stood between heaven and earth, looking extremely young, full of youthful energy. Although saints could freeze their appearance, the origin of their life could not be concealed. The eyes of the Ancestor King were full of vicissitudes, and although there was chaos evolving in Lin Xian's pupils and the stars rising and falling, there was a kind of clarity in them. The ten great ancestral kings on the opposite side showed a look of surprise, and one of them said in a deep voice: "Your aura is very young, not like that of an ancient person."
"I am naturally a person of this time. I have practiced Taoism for decades and have become a saint. This kind of aptitude is just average among the human race and is nothing." Lin Xian laughed loudly and said sarcastically, "People of the time are killing people of the time. You old guys are really shameless to come out and mess up the situation." "Why, do you want to break the tacit understanding between the human race and the ancient race?" "Are you worthy of this responsibility?!" Several ancestral kings were immediately ashamed when they heard this. They were also the ancestors of a clan, high and mighty kings who had practiced Taoism to become saints. Naturally, they had their own pride. When they thought about fighting with a little guy in his dozens of years old, they felt disgusted. Fighting against a monk who has practiced Taoism for decades, it would be shameful if I win, and it would be even more shameful if I lose! "How can there be any tacit understanding between the human race and the ancient race?" "Let's not talk about the years of cultivation. Today, it's just the ancestor king killing the ancestor king." The ancestor king of the Valley of Gods shouted loudly and refused to admit it. The unspoken rules were just unspoken rules. There was no alliance between the human race and the ancient race. As long as they were thick-skinned, they could still take action. Then, the ancestor king of the Valley of the Gods secretly transmitted a message: "My fellow Taoists, since you have already offended him, do not hold back." "A saint who has practiced Taoism for less than fifty years, if such a disaster grows up, will there be any hope for our race to survive?" As soon as these words were spoken, the gazes of the nine ancestral kings instantly became firm. Yes, even if Lin Xian's potential was exhausted, even if he only became a great sage in the future, or even only had the fruit of a saint king, he was not someone that their small clans could afford to provoke. "Fellow Taoist, I'm offended!" An ancestor king took the lead in making a move. Endless golden light appeared behind him and transformed into heavenly swords to chop down. Why are the saints so high up? It is because they have comprehended the laws and grasped the way of heaven. Every move they make is the power of heaven and earth. Once the ultimate ancient magic is revealed, it will be a matter of life or death! "Little Doyle." Lin Xian smiled indifferently, and a divine light shot out from the third divine eye between his eyebrows, like a silver dragon slashing out, colliding with the ultimate ancient art of the ancestor king. The ancient magic-the martial arts eye! The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes - Soul-hurt! It was just one strike, and the ancestor king's eyes instantly became empty, his soul was cut off, and only an empty body was left sitting on the ground. All the ancestral kings were stunned. When they were chasing Lin Xian, they were only attracted by the speed of this human saint, but they never thought that his spiritual attainments were so high. "Hunting down the descendant of the ancient chaos." Lin Xian smiled calmly and said, "Do you think you are the young emperor?" Back then, the Seven Heroes of Chaos were at least the young supreme beings on the road to becoming emperors. Although they were not as good as the ancient princes, they could still be called emperors, or at least quasi-emperors. It would be a great fortune for the ancestor kings before us to be able to become saint kings in the future. Not on the same platform at all. "The Green Emperor's magic is invincible!" The Peacock King, who had already killed Dao Dao, was extremely excited and shouted: "This is the supreme method created by my Demon Emperor, which can destroy the ancient saints!" As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place was boiling, and the ancient clan was solemn. Why would a human being possess the magic of the Demon Emperor? Could it be that the Green Emperor's lineage had sided with the human race? This was bad news. "His soul is powerful, not weaker than our God Valley!"
"Don't fight him with magic, fight him in close combat." The ancestor king of the Valley of Gods shouted loudly, ordering the remaining ancestor kings to take action and sacrificed the supreme holy weapons. Thousands of immortal lights fell down, each of which was enough to destroy mountains and rivers, kill powerful people, and cause boundless terror. "Close combat with the Ancient Saint?" Lin Xian looked at him strangely, raised his thumb and said, "You are very brave. I will grant your wish." (End of this chapter)