A life of clearness

The Jin Palace was no longer as quiet as before.

When Yuan Lang Daojun led Rong Qing and Yuan Cheng to the place, many great monks greeted them with a smile. The Buddha Tower, the Five Stars of the Supreme Realm, the Underworld... Rong Qing didn't recognize most of them yet, so she could only judge the factions of these great monks by their clothes.

"Cheng'er, come here, this is a good place."

Rong Qing looked over and saw a male cultivator in black armor standing with his arms folded in a waterside pavilion not far away. He was wearing a black satin woven with gold. The pattern on the cloak seemed to be a pagoda.

Yuan Lang said, "It's strange that you also come to the Jin Palace."

"It's rare. I haven't seen Dongtian Kunpeng for a long time. Although it's a small Kunpeng, its talent and magical powers are still worth seeing."

After approaching, Yuan Cheng was the first to call out, "Uncle Nineteen."

The male cultivator was not polite and directly pinched Yuan Cheng's cheek. "The last time I saw you was more than 300 years ago. Now you have reached the ninth level of spiritual transformation."

"Cheng'er's cultivation is still shallow, so he will naturally make rapid progress." Daoist Yuan Lang introduced Rong Qing, "This is my nineteenth brother Daoist Yuan Jue, who is also one of the Sequences and was accepted as a personal disciple by the Lord."

"Greetings, Taoist Master." Rong Qing bowed.

Yuan Jue reached out and held Rong Qing's arm: "I know you. I think that except for those old guys who are in seclusion, everyone knows His Highness Yu Rong. Just stand next to me and watch the fun."

"Yes." Rong Qing stood obediently beside Yuan Jue with her hands hanging down.

There are so many great monks stranded here that if they were just here to join in the fun, they would not be so idle. Naturally, they must have smelled something unusual.

The demon sea eagle did not participate in the preliminary election, and failed in the re-election. He was just beaten by Yin Wuhui of the Western Heaven Sequence. His trip to the Northern Heaven seemed like a joke. If he returned to the Eastern Heaven, he would definitely be severely punished by the Lord of the Eastern Palace. Even so, he still did not change his lustful nature and came to tease the furnace tripod of King Jin.

Is he really stupid, or does he have other intentions?
Rong Qing watched the battle calmly, while part of her mind was controlling the body of the sea eagle to move across the lake.

There is a lake in the Jin Palace that is a hundred miles long and wide, and this distance can be large or small for a battle. Compared with Rong Qing's battle at Jinghai Ruins at that time, it is too small, but it is more than enough for the two warring parties to control the battlefield within a hundred miles.

The sea eagle transformed into a small Kunpeng, its wings slashing through space, leaving light white traces that drifted away like smoke, with an elegant and freehand posture. The blood contract beast Yingshe of King Jin chased closely behind it, and its momentum of ejection and killing was like thunder and lightning.

The force field between Prince Jin and the Sea Eagle was condensed and did not disperse, because there was only one opponent and the excess force would not be dispersed at all. Even Yin Wuhui did not dare to easily break into this battle.

"Haha," Hai Jiu couldn't help but laugh, "It's said that His Royal Highness Prince Jin is a martial arts fanatic. It's not easy to have a fight as you wished, but why are you so useless?"

As he was talking, he brushed past Ying She again. He mainly dodged, and didn't attack much. But his dodging skills were rarely matched by cultivators of the same level.

There was a rare solemnity and doubt in the wolf-like eyes of the King of Jin. The doubt was not why the sea eagle ran to the King of Jin's palace to provoke Ji Hui, nor why the great monk of the pagoda stood by and did not stop this farce, but a feeling... strange and familiar.

Is the Sea Vulture he is fighting really a Sea Vulture?
This thought suddenly popped up in King Jin's mind, and then it took root and sprouted, growing stronger and stronger. Yingshe's thick body twisted out a dangerous arc, blocking Kunpeng's retreat. King Jin was confident in his strength and didn't need to consider whether it was a gap left intentionally by the sea eagle. He approached directly, and the shadows of the long sword crossed the sky, and the shadows of the swords fell towards Kunpeng faster and faster. The sea eagle took them all, and the lake below him was calm.

"Are you trying to tickle me with this little bit of strength?"

Behind the Prince of Jin, there was also a river of sword lights falling, and the sound of golden swords ringing could be heard.

The Sea Eagle is well aware of the importance of a sneak attack from behind, and will retreat after one strike instead of pursuing the victory.

"You are nothing more than that." King Jin twisted his neck that was cut and said coldly. King Jin is a rare Tyrant Body. Haijiu, as a member of the Kunpeng royal family, can definitely fight against Tyrant Body. Before, it was said that he was beaten by Yin Wuhui, but that was because Yin Wuhui was only one step away from comprehending the source of power, so he could suppress Haijiu. In fact, Haijiu was not even slightly injured.

"Nothing more than that? Humph." As soon as the words fell, the Sea Eagle suddenly exploded!

The scaly wings flapped, and tens of millions of scaly feathers as heavy as mountains shot towards King Jin. In such a small space on the lake, these scaly feathers gathered directly into a wall and pushed towards King Jin. King Jin could not shrink the earth into an inch, and even if he could, it would be useless in the mustard seed domain of the sea eagle, which was equivalent to a space blockade.

Not only that, the humanoid sea eagle even attacked King Jin himself with a knife, allowing King Jin's Dharma body, which was like a giant, to punch the gathered scales and feathers.

The humanoid sea eagle and King Jin exchanged their swords. After only one strike from the other, the humanoid sea eagle directly exchanged its life core, rendering King Jin's sword useless no matter how powerful it was. While King Jin's moves were getting old, the humanoid sea eagle exchanged life cores again.

The blade gleamed like snow, and its momentum was like a rainbow. The humanoid sea eagle leaped forward and chopped down at King Jin's head!

The Ying snake, which was like a ray of light, blocked the way of King Jin and was cut open from head to tail by the blade, emitting a painful scream. Large clumps of blood fell into the lake, causing the lake surface to explode with mist and smoke.

Ji Hui, who was wearing a thin white dress on the pavilion, grabbed the railing with both hands and said, "No!"

But the call was too weak. Rong Qing turned her head slightly, wondering who Ji Hui was worried about, or maybe both.

"What do you think of this move?" The humanoid sea eagle merged into the darkness again. King Jin should be familiar with it. This was the strongest sword that the sea eagle had used on Rong Qing in Jinghai Ruins, which combined high-level magic and Taoism.

King Jin was too lazy to think about the abnormality of the sea eagle in front of him. The appearance, ability, Taoism, and even the aura were all sea eagle. So kill it!

"Finally it broke out. It's worth watching." Daoist Yuan Jue nodded, finally showing some interest. His main weapon was a horizontal sword, and he had already mastered the swordsmanship. Overlooking the duel between the two juniors did not bring him any special insights. The sword of the humanoid sea eagle was quite amazing after being instructed by Lord Dongchen, but that was only for a minor cultivator at the level of a spirit transformation. Only a life-and-death battle, regardless of the strength of the opponent, could arouse his interest.

"This is a fight of life and death. The little guy Prince Jin is too reckless. Reality is not like a mirror of stars. If his foundation is damaged, it will be enough for him." Yuan Lang Daojun looked at Yuan Jue helplessly, "After all, he is a genius of Fu Tu Tower. Even if you practice killing, you don't have to watch him show like this."

"To achieve a breakthrough amidst the great fear between life and death, as a cultivator risking his life, one must have this awareness. I am not here to watch the King of Jin's good show, I am here to see his potential."

"Dao Jun, what do you think of the potential of King Jin?" Rong Qing asked, causing Yuan Jue to bow his head. He thought for a moment and replied, "The Tyrant Body is good, but there is more than one King Jin with a Tyrant Body in the universe. Compared with his predecessors, he is far inferior. As for martial arts, although some fellow Taoists praise him as a martial arts fanatic, no matter how obsessed he is, his progress in martial arts is not fast. In fact, although Yin Wuhui is not known as a martial arts fanatic, he is at least three steps ahead of King Jin in martial arts."

"How does my potential compare to King Jin?" Rong Qing looked up and met Yuan Jue's narrow and long phoenix eyes. The Yuan family was full of beauties, and even though the lower half of Yuan Jue's face was covered by a black mask, the eyebrows and eyes revealed in Rong Qing's sight were still incredibly beautiful.

If a great monk does not want his face to be seen by low-level monks, or to be forgotten by low-level monks in an instant, or to be shrouded in mist in the eyes of low-level monks and not be seen clearly. But Daoist Yuan Jue showed his true face from the beginning, and like Daoist Yuan Lang, he called himself "I" in front of Rong Qing. It must be said that it was because Yuan Chengqing admired Rong Qing that he regarded Rong Qing as half of his family.

"Do you want me to praise you?"

"really?"

Daoist Yuan Jue smiled: "Your potential is naturally far greater than that of King Jin, and you can even compete with those geniuses in the history of the universe. My fellow Daoists cannot guess your limits. I, too, cannot see you clearly."

Rong Qing's face was full of disbelief.

"I am still one or two steps behind Yin Wuhui." The other party was only a step away from perfecting the source of power, while Rong Qing had only just begun to develop it. If it weren't for the power of the white hair, Rong Qing would basically be unable to compete with the Taoist master who had penetrated the source of Taoism.

"But Yin Wuhui has reached the end of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. You and Cheng'er are on par with each other and have not yet reached your limit. The Lord will finally choose the Zhongtian Mountain and Sea Monument, which is really an incredible fortune for you." (End of this chapter)