The move was clean and neat, without any delay.
With just one finger, he killed the incarnation of Shu, the God of Wind, who had been fighting against everyone for a long time.
Clearness and brightness returned to the world again.
Only within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, there are traces of deep pits all over the ground, proving that a brutal battle had taken place here before!
Seeing Zong Shen coming.
Ju Zuo, Dahei and other demon saints from the Qingtian Peak were even more excited.
They all retracted their ferocious demon bodies and transformed into three-inch mini bodies, gathering around Zong Shen.
Ju Za was the only one favored, he jumped up and jumped onto Zong Shen's shoulder wantonly.
Enjoying Zong Shen's touch.
Emperor Nanming, who was standing by, was also shocked.
The incarnation of a god that was comparable to the ninth level of Saint was easily destroyed with just one finger.
When Zong Shen rose to power one hundred thousand years ago, he was already a Saint-level powerhouse.
Although Zong Shen was also invincible in the world at that time, Emperor Nanming felt that the gap between the two sides was not that big.
Now one hundred thousand years have passed.
Nan Ming has become a powerful sixth-level Saint and has begun to build a holy country. He is also considered a top boss in the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.
But Zong Shen's performance surprised him even more.
He immediately clasped his fists and saluted!
"Nan Ming greets Fellow Daoist Zong!"
Although it was a title addressed to people of the same generation, Nan Ming bent his body slightly.
Zong Shen smiled faintly and nodded in greeting.
"The Southern Celestial Dynasty is great. I'll remember this favor."
"The Emperor of Nanming is open and honest, worthy of admiration!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves.
Ten crystal clear jade bottles floated in the air.
Inside each bottle are ninety-nine five-colored pills, lying quietly inside.
Nan Ming's eyes suddenly lit up.
"this…"
"Could this be the ancient Moral Pill that has been lost in the Myriad Gods Continent for countless years?"
Moral Pill.
It was an ancient emperor who carved a yin-yang jade plate, engraved patterns on it, and then gathered the essence of the sun and the moon.
However, he used the souls of the five ferocious beasts, the white tiger, the green fox, the yellow turtle, the black snake, and the red eagle, to stimulate the invisible power, and sacrificed the five evil beasts to the heaven with the aura of the Son of Heaven, and the heaven rewarded them with the elixir of morality.
This pill is a pill for opening the way and cultivating virtue. If a mortal martial artist has cultivated to the pinnacle of perfection and reached a martial arts barrier, unable to break through to the Dharma realm, after swallowing this pill, he will be able to successfully enter the Dharma realm.
This thing disappeared as early as the end of the ancient times with the disappearance of the ancient emperor.
Just one pill can create a cultivator in the realm of Dharma, which is an extremely heaven-defying treasure.
Even if one has only entered the first stage of the Dharma Realm, there is still a world of difference between it and the body of a mortal.
This precious elixir.
It is a rare treasure in any force.
Zong Shen smiled slightly.
With a flick of his hand, a breeze blew out, bringing the ten bottles of Morality Pills to Emperor Nanming.
"Here are nine hundred and ninety morality pills. Your Majesty, please accept them."
"From now on, the Southern Celestial Dynasty and the Tianzong Holy Land will become allies and rely on each other!"
Emperor Nanming took the ten bottles of morality pills with a look of shock and bowed to Zong Shenying.
Zong Shen looked calm.
Quite a transcendental look.
He turned around and walked towards Tianzong City.
Standing directly in the air.
Looking at the disciples of the Tianzong Holy Land kneeling respectfully on the ground, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
One hundred thousand years!
A full 100,000 years.
The last time the disciples of the Holy Land were trained was the last interstate expedition one hundred thousand years ago to conquer the grassland barbarians outside the northern border.
Seeing this scene again, even Zong Shen's calm heart was a little moved.
"All disciples of the Tianzong Holy Land come to greet the ancestor!"
"Welcome the ancestor to come out of the mountain!"
The two generations of masters announced loudly and led the crowd in saluting!
"good."
"After not leaving the mountain for a hundred thousand years, the holy land has developed quite well."
"At least you haven't forgotten the rules I set back then."
Zong Shen said softly.
"The Chef Saint's Dojo has opened. This time, the Holy Land can select one hundred elite disciples to enter the Chef Saint's ancient Dojo with me."
"The number of places will be decided by the Supreme Elders and the two heads of the sect. I will not interfere."
"Let's start now. Don't leave so many people in Tianzong City."
"Leave one hundred thousand disciples here to take turns training here."
After Zong Shen finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed a handful of wet sand from the ground.
Place it in the palm of your hand and squeeze it gently.
A mud ball was rubbed out.
He threw it down.
The mud ball suddenly shone brightly.
He transformed into the appearance of Zong Shen.
Fell directly into the city.
Sit cross-legged with eyes closed on the high platform in the center of the city.
"This body of the Manifested Saint is enough to guard Tianzong City for ten years and ensure that Tianzong City is safe and secure."
After lighting up the second superego particle and fusing with the origin of the Blood-killing Hell, Zong Shen's divine body was strong enough to deal with a powerful god-level first-transformation cultivator.
Guarding Tianzong City is no problem.
Even if the desert god came in person, it would be no problem for gods below the third level to delay for a while.
After doing all this, Zong Shen landed directly next to the two brothers Zong Qitian.
He casually conjured up a wooden chair and sat on it leisurely.
The inheritance of ancient saints often lasts for ten years, and the opening of the Tower of Ascension has also been eight years, so he is not in a hurry.
Everyone in the Tianzong Holy Land received instructions and began to choose.
Zong Shen glanced around casually.
"Xiao Ze, are you willing to go with the ancestor to the inheritance dojo of the Kitchen Saint?"
He waved to Zong Ze, who was standing at the back of the crowd, holding the Overlord Halberd and wearing Bixie armor, looking majestic.
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