Chapter 641 Kneeling for Ten Thousand Years
Emperor Tianhong was in a state of confusion. Although everything he saw had not changed with the passage of a hundred years, he could still feel a great deal of malice.
He couldn't imagine his situation after failing to become a disciple and returning to the Taoist Temple. Not to mention the Taoist Temple, when he came to the Qiankun Sect, so many Qiankun Sect disciples were staring at him.
The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he even felt angry.
He couldn't even tell who this anger was directed at.
Hate Fu Dao Jian Zun? But Fu Dao Jian Zun had no reason or affection to accept him.
The real blame should be placed on his lack of talent.
Fudao Jianzun was able to adopt Tianhao, and Tianhao was the number one genius in the world before him.
Tianhao disappeared before he was born, so some people have always believed that he is not the strongest genius since ancient times because he has never defeated Tianhao.
After the calamity of the innate human race, everyone knew that Tianhao was the disciple of Fudao Jianzun, which also made Tianhao more legendary.
When Tian Hao disappeared, people liked to use him to suppress the geniuses of the time.
In fact, when Tianhao was alive, he also experienced the same doubts as Emperor Tianhong.
But no matter what, as long as he hadn't defeated Tianhao, for Emperor Tianhong, he was indeed not the greatest genius of ancient and modern times.
Emperor Tianhong kept having wild thoughts. Even though his mind told him that a hundred years was nothing, he still couldn't help thinking about it.
Kneeling in front of the stream and looking at his own reflection in the river, Emperor Tianhong suddenly felt that he was very fragile and indeed unworthy of the title of the world's number one genius.
Just at this moment.
He saw a figure walking towards him from the depths of the woods opposite. When he saw the other person's face clearly, he looked confused.
It is neither the sky blue nor the sky white.
He had never seen this woman.
The person who came was An Xin.
An Xin was wearing a green dress and had beautiful makeup on. Her eyebrows and eyes were cool, and she looked like a fairy living in seclusion in the mountains. She exuded an unworldly temperament, which changed Emperor Tianhong's eyes.
An Xin saw Emperor Tianhong, her eyes were still cold. She walked to the stream and stopped. Her eyes fell on Emperor Tianhong without any ripples.
"I heard that you are the number one genius in the Dao Court and the most powerful talent in the world today. You and I are both magical and immortal. Why don't we have a competition?"
An Xin asked, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
Emperor Tianhong frowned and asked, "May I ask if you are a disciple of Wushi?"
An Xin replied: "I am considered Wu Shi's senior disciple. If you defeat me, you will be qualified to enter Wu Shi."
As soon as these words came out, Emperor Tianhong's eyes flashed with a fierce light.
After kneeling and waiting for a hundred years, he was already in a restless mood, and now that he could feel at ease, it was something he had been longing for.
He wants to let Sword Master see his talent!
Emperor Tianhong stood up, dirt and grass fell down his legs, and his whole aura suddenly changed. A strong wind whistled, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently.
"Where are we going to compete?"
Emperor Tianhong asked, his eyes scorching, he was domineering, and his long hair danced like flames.
An Xin's eyes flashed purple, and she replied in an indifferent tone: "No, it's right here, and it will be over soon."
Emperor Tianhong felt humiliated, his robes began to flutter, and a terrible aura emerged from his body.
at the same time.
In an inn of the Qiankun Sect, Gu An was drinking with his drinking buddies when they suddenly felt a terrifying aura coming from afar.
This drinking buddy named Qiu Zhuo asked in surprise, "Is there someone causing trouble in the church?"
Although the current Qiankun Sect is far inferior to the Dao Court, in the eyes of the lower-level disciples, the Qiankun Sect is the most authentic sect in the world, dominating a certain area. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the Qiankun Sect is simply seeking death.
Gu An smiled and said, "Since we are in the church, why should we worry? Let's continue drinking and talking about Yi Lang."
Yi Lang, the son of the leader Yi Qingshan, although his talent is not outstanding in the Yi family, he is unrestrained and uninhibited, and always does things that make people talk about them.
Qiu Zhuo felt that what Gu An said made sense, so he continued to tell the story of Yi Lang's romantic affairs.
The terrifying aura appeared suddenly and disappeared just as quickly.
The whole process took less than ten breaths, causing a lot of discussion among the disciples of Qiankun Sect in various cities.
In the woods.
Emperor Tianhong was half-kneeling in front of the river, with one hand supporting his knee and the other hand hanging naturally. He looked up with difficulty, only to see that his face was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were bloodshot.
An Xin stood on the opposite side of the river, ten feet away from her, and the strange color in her purple pupils gradually faded.
Compared to Emperor Tianhong's frightened expression, Anxin's expression remained indifferent.
"How is it possible...what kind of magical power was that just now?" Emperor Tianhong asked gritting his teeth. He could not accept his own miserable defeat, and he was defeated at the same level.
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An Xin said, "This is the magical power that my master taught me. You don't have to be sad. Although you and I are at the same level, you were not yet born when I reached this level. Your talent is still higher than mine, but it is not that easy to become a disciple of Wu Shi."
After saying that, she stepped up and came to the side of Emperor Tianhong, brushed past him, and walked towards the Qiankun Sect.
Emperor Tianhong lowered his head, gritted his teeth and asked, "Did Sword Master ask you to come?"
"He doesn't have the time to do that. It's just that I feel your faith in the Dao is wavering. It's only been a hundred years, and you can't hold on. Those who have been expecting you in the Dao field are very disappointed. But it's okay to retreat. There are many paths in this world. You don't have to worship Wu Shi."
An Xin did not stop and her figure gradually walked away.
After hearing this, Emperor Tianhong's pupils dilated and he felt ashamed.
yes.
It's only been a hundred years.
For a cultivator, what is a hundred years? Emperor Tianhong recalled the previous battle scene in his mind, and his eyes became fiery.
The fact that Wu Shi’s disciples are so powerful is enough to prove Wu Shi’s strength!
Even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years, he must worship Wu Shi!
Emperor Tianhong straightened his back and knelt again. This time, he swept away his previous impetuousness and his eyes returned to the firmness when he first arrived.
A breeze blew past him, blowing up the hair beside his ears. In the sound of the wind, he seemed to hear Fudao Sword Master calling him.
The word he called was still "disciple".
The corners of Emperor Tianhong's mouth curled up. Because of Anxin's strength, he admired Wu Shi even more.
The years passed quickly.
Ten thousand years passed again, but the forest where Emperor Tianhong was located had not changed, as if it was isolated from the world and not affected by the rules of heaven and earth.
Emperor Tianhong's clothes did not change at all, except that his hair became longer and his beard reached the ground. He closed his eyes, and his whole body exuded a mysterious aura.
On a branch not far away, Gu An and An Xin stood side by side, observing Emperor Tianhong.
An Xin asked, "Master, if you really don't want to accept him, how about I drive him away?"
Emperor Tianhong knelt for ten thousand years, and not only she was moved, but other disciples of the Taoist temple also knew of his determination and were moved by it.
As the world's number one genius, he could kneel here patiently for ten thousand years. It is hard to imagine how strong his determination is.
(End of this chapter)
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