MTL - Martial Arts From Bandits-Chapter 769 Emperor! ! !

  Chapter 769 Human Emperor! !

"boom!"

   Zhang Jing gritted his teeth tightly, and the bones on his body that were as tough as a weapon were crushed instantly. Zhang Jing only felt that a mountain was crushed on his body!

   No, not just a mountain!

  The pressure from the divine way not only acts on the physical body, but also acts on the will of the martial arts, and the blood on the body rumbles.

  The broken bone recovers quickly, but it is broken again, and the cycle repeats.

  Zhang Jing's bones cracked like popping beans, especially the spine was even faintly exposed, which would pierce flesh and blood at any time.

   "Kneel! Kneel! Kneel."

   In Zhang Jing's ears, majestic voices sounded, wanting to completely disintegrate Zhang Jing's will.

   "Kneel down and you are the emperor, if you don't kneel, you will die and pass away" One voice after another resounded.

  It was like the voice of Taoist Tianxu, and it was also like the voice of Tianfeng Qiling.

   "Don't kneel! In my whole life, I don't respect God, don't worship Buddha, and don't kneel!"

  Zhang Jing roared in his heart.

  The ferocity hidden deep in Zhang Jing's heart was aroused, the more he was asked to kneel, the more he would not kneel!

   Zhang Jing with his head down turned red, sweat mixed with blood rolled down his body, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, and he tried his best to resist the terrifying pressure.

   Zhang Jing exercised all his strength, his body creaked, and his waist, which was originally bent down, was pulled up inch by inch. Now he not only does not kneel, he does not even bow.

   Eat soft but not hard!

"Roar!!"

  Suddenly, a sound of dragon chant resounded through the world, and the situation in the world changed.

  The Nine Heavens Dragon's Chant is a shocking change!

   Bloody like a dragon.

  In an instant, everyone's eyes were on Zhang Jing, and the civil and military officials below finally realized that something was wrong. After all, how could it be so long to worship the sky.

   Moreover, the sound of dragon chant resounded.

  Looking worriedly at Zhang Jing's crooked back with quiet eyes, his heart throbbed endlessly, but without Zhang Jing's order at this moment, no one dared to go forward to investigate.

   In case His Majesty's major event is ruined, no one can afford it.

   Tian Feng Qi Ling squinted his eyes, felt the terrifying will in the dark, and frowned slightly. It seemed that he did not expect this.

   Taoist Tianxu took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Jing's figure who would rather die than kneel, and wondered in his heart, does Zhang Jing know something?

   Otherwise, why not follow the procedure and why not kneel?

   "The physical body is so powerful, I'm afraid it won't be too much compared to the monster race." Taoist Qingxu flashed a hint of admiration in his eyes.

  He could feel the terrifying blood contained in Zhang Jing's thin figure.

   "Boom!"

  The will of the underworld above the nine heavens seemed to be irritated, and the huge pressure was hitting Zhang Jing's will like a hammer.

   Zhang Jing's eyes overflowed with light golden blood, which flowed out from the corners of the eyes and dripped on the altar below, but even so, Zhang Jing's eyes were still tough.

   There is still no sign of surrender.

  Zhang Jing's body was instantly crushed, but his legs were like straight trees, even if he bent down, he would never kneel down.

   "I don't. Kneel!"

   Zhang Jing's ears, eyes, and corners of his mouth. All of a sudden, the seven orifices were bleeding, and he roared out a word in his heart.

   "Boom!"

  Bones creaked, Zhang Jing faced the pressure and straightened his body upright. He stood up!

  No matter how great the pressure was, Zhang Jing still stood up under such terrifying pressure.

  The clear air is soaring to the sky, the luck is overwhelming, and the national fortune of the Dayu Dynasty is protecting Zhang Jing. Zhang Jing raised his head, and his eyes met the vertical eye in the dark.

  No avoidance at all!

   Zhang Jing has experienced this kind of vague sense of terror several times, but none of them is more stressful than this time, because this pressure is aimed at him.

   Want to crush his will and kneel down to heaven and earth.

  The moment he stood up, a deep will filled his heart.

   Kneeling, he is the emperor. Even if he is promoted to a true immortal in the future, the way of heaven can still suppress him. If he does not kneel, he is the real emperor!

  Someone has the throne.

  The vertical eyes in the dark above the nine heavens stared at Zhang Jing indifferently for a moment, and the next moment, the vertical eyes slowly dissipated

  It seems that it has never appeared in this world.

   "The Will of Heaven. Retired!"

   Taoist Tianxu widened his eyes, watching this scene in disbelief.

  He never expected that it was Zhang Jing who won this weird struggle.

  The will of the world retreats in front of Zhang Jing.

why is that?

   Taoist Tianxu had such a question in his mind.

  Taoist Qingxu glanced at Zhang Jing and then at Taoist Tianxu:

   "This is this?"

   "Perhaps there are secrets that you and I don't know about. Back then, when the Emperor offered sacrifices to the heavens, such a thing never happened." Taoist Tianxu shook his head, his gaze flashed a little dignified.

  Things seem to have deviated from what he expected at the beginning.

   I don’t know if it’s good or bad.

  The will of heaven faded, and Zhang Jing's pressure dropped suddenly, as if a burden had been lifted.

  He gasped slightly, his fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

  Originally, according to Zhang Jing’s character, he definitely held the magic knife immediately, pointed the knife at the sky, and smashed all the obstacles in front of him, but at that time, he could no longer hold the knife, so he could only raise his head and look at the existence in the dark.

  If you haven’t experienced it, you can’t understand the heavy pressure. The Dao of Destruction can’t be used, you can only use your flesh and blood to resist, and you must have an unyielding will.

  Without one of the two, neither can withstand the huge pressure.

   Zhang Jing pondered for a moment, and the spine that broke through the fleshy body slowly disappeared into the body. The blood on the body merged into the body, and the cracks healed at an extremely fast speed.

  Under the turbulence of Qi and blood, Zhang Jing's injury recovered quickly.

   Zhang Jing turned around, faced the millions of people surrounding the altar, and bowed. Behind him, a phantom of a thousand feet tall, was in line with Zhang Jing's movements.

   This worship, Terran!

  The will of heaven has receded, and the process will continue. Originally, Zhang Jing was going to worship the ground, but after experiencing that kind of pressure just now, Zhang Jing's heart swayed, and he stopped worshiping.

  He is the emperor of the people, not the emperor of the earth. This time, I bow to the common people in the world, and to the strong man who was thrown away by the human world thousands of years ago.

   Praise the luck of the human race!

   When Zhang Jing bowed, the hearts of millions of people suddenly throbbed, and they couldn't help but follow Zhang Jing's movements and bowed down to worship.

  Hundred civil and military officials, elite soldiers, and millions of souls bow down together.

  The world was silent, and everyone unconsciously looked solemn, as if surrounded by a strange emotion.

  The spirit of Tianfeng Qi bows down to express his submission.

  The Holy Mother of the White Lotus bowed down to pay homage, a hint of admiration flashed in her heart.

  Bone Old Demon, Yang Dingtian, Baihong.

   Taoist Tianxu also seemed to have sensed something, with a solemn face, and bowed down to Zhang Jing. Although he didn't know why Zhang Jing didn't follow the procedure, he thought it was the same as before, with another deep meaning in his heart.

  He now has an extremely high evaluation of Zhang Jing, and he doesn't think that what Zhang Jing is doing is unreasonable.

  Booming, the long black river of luck in the void, under this worship, has grown at an extremely fast speed, this is recognition.

  The heartfelt approval of millions of souls.

   This prayer, ten breaths of time, there is no noise between the sky and the earth, and everyone is very focused.

  Long time

   Zhang Jing straightened up and took a step forward. The black and gold robes on her body fluttered in the wind, and the twelve sulfur beads on the crown exuded a pale golden light.

   "I am the emperor!!"

   Zhang Jing opened his mouth, as if he was the only master in the world. As soon as he said this, millions of souls realized it, and felt that they suddenly had sustenance in their hearts.

   "Meet the Emperor!"

   "Meet the Emperor!"

   "Meet the Emperor!"

  No one takes the lead, everyone is happy and sincere, kneeling in a low voice, and shouting in unison.

  The voice of millions of people gathered cut through the sky and became the only voice.

  After Zhang Jing said "I am the emperor", there was a thunderous sound above the nine heavens, and all parties in the world could clearly hear it.

  Everywhere in the human world, whether it is the common people, court officials, or martial arts experts, they all put down what they were doing and knelt down on the ground as if they couldn't control themselves:

   "Meet the Emperor!"

  At this moment, there is only this voice in the world.

  (end of this chapter)