C1192 The Strongest Saint Son
The Strongest Son of God.
Qin Sheng opened his eyes and shot out a dazzling light. The Radix Swordgrass that was planted in his body had already withered and died.
Although there was no fierce Sword Qi in his eyes, it was still incomparably dazzling, illuminating a large area of the sky.
The tribulation clouds began to dissipate. This indicated that Qin Sheng had succeeded in using the tribulation.
Ning Yu's face carried a smile. He nodded his head in satisfaction and said, "You are indeed worthy of being a disciple of my Wan Prison Peak. Using the Wind and Thunder Tribulations to temper yourself. Although you haven't cultivated the strongest Saint Body, you are still able to compete for the top three in Chasing Sun Son of God!"
The round and round Sixth Senior Brother had a mocking look on his face. He said disdainfully, "Uncle Ning, I am not happy with what you said. With Junior Brother's strength, not to mention the Holy House of the Day, he was the number one existence amongst all the Son of God in the Great Yan Dynasty. "
"Compared to Junior Brother, the other Son of God are just trash. To put it bluntly, they are not targeting the other Son of God. They are targeting all Son of God. In front of Junior Brother, all of them are cramp! "
Sixth Senior Brother was very pleased with himself. Both of his eyes were shining brightly. His mouth was fluttering in the wind. He was very arrogant and despotic. He regarded everyone as cramp, which made Son of God very embarrassed.
Especially Zhou Jian, Dongfang Lie, and the others.
Their faces were filled with anger, but they didn't dare to refute him. They were powerless to refute him.
Zhou Jian and Dongfang Lie really didn't have 100% confidence that they could cross this six-colored tribulation cloud.
"Honglonglong!"
Qin Sheng's breakthrough didn't stop at all. He held the ancient imprint in his hand, speaking difficult words. Ancient scriptures flew out from his mouth one after another.
Behind him, the image of an ancient devil was reflected. It looked like a dragon or a phoenix, and its power was limitless. The Qi it emitted made many Onlooker shiver.
"What kind of skill is this?"
"It's too powerful! I feel like it's even stronger than the Sacred Martial Arts!"
"Isn't Qin Sheng Wild cultivation from a small country affiliated to the borderland? Why is his foundation so powerful? Not only is he talented, he has also mastered many boxing, cultivation techniques, and secret scriptures!"
"Kacha!"
Qin Sheng had broken through the shackles, reaching the fourth level of the Fiendgod Body Refining.
"Kacha!"
Qin Sheng had broken through the shackles again, the fifth level of the Fiendgod Body Refining.
"Kacha!"
"Crack!"
. . .
Sixth level of the Fiendgod Body Refining, seventh level of the Fiendgod Body Refining.
Qin Sheng's breakthrough was unstoppable.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz ~"
Qin Sheng's dried up elemental pulse once again regained its vitality. The other seven elemental pulse also slowly transformed into a faint Holy Decree. The nine elemental pulse all transformed into Saint-rank elemental vein.
Nine Saint-rank elemental vein, such a heaven defying move, not to mention Holy House of the Day, even if one looked at the entire Great Yan Dynasty, it would be impossible to find a second one.
Nine Saint-rank elemental vein formed a loop, forming a Holy Decree. It made Qin Sheng look solemn, and his entire body was glowing with a golden light.
This was not a Saint Body, but it contained a Holy Decree that even Heavenly Passage Realm expert could not possess.1
"The formation of the Nine Saint Meridians can be called the strongest Son of God!" Ning Yu nodded. He did not know the origin of Qin Sheng's body refining technique, and he did not intend to ask about it in detail.
Because, every Fighter had his own opportunity, especially heaven's pride like Qin Sheng, who definitely had a big secret.
If Qin Sheng was willing to tell him, Ning Yu would listen to him. If he wasn't willing to tell him, he, Ning Yu, would never ask about it.
This was the biggest taboo between Fighter!
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