Chapter 336 Great Xia Saint Emperor (Subscription Request)

In the main hall.

All that was left was the figure of a dead branch sitting cross-legged on the Tai Chi fish and a few old men with missing teeth.

The door of the ancient palace was not closed.

The figure of the dead branch is still looking at the new tree in the yard outside the palace.

One of the toothless old men followed the gaze of the dead branch figure and looked outside the hall.

The old man's equally muddy eyes suddenly became moist.

Trembling:
“Saint Emperor, your children and grandchildren are incompetent. They have wasted their entire lives and have not been able to achieve the mythical realm.

Unable to share the worries of the Holy Emperor.

And let the Holy Emperor, with his current body, fight against the powerful man in the mythical realm. ".

The other old men also knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their cheeks:
"My children and grandchildren are incompetent!! They cannot share the worries for the Holy Emperor!!"

Several old men sobbed and knocked their heads to the ground, "bang bang bang!", their foreheads turned red and their tears fell into the grooves.

They are the fourth and fifth generation grandchildren of the Great Xia Holy Emperor.

They are all over a hundred years old.

As far as I can remember, I grew up listening to stories about the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor of Great Xia, in the turbulent martial arts world.

By one's own efforts.

Annihilate Wudang, destroy Shaolin, and punish Emei.

Massacre Huashan, eliminate Wudu, and destroy the Ming Cult.

All the great sects' guardian masters are no match for the Holy Emperor.

He ended the chaotic martial arts era and founded the Great Xia Dynasty.

There is no one in the world who does not regard the Holy Emperor as a god.

But even a god-like being will eventually decay.

After more than a hundred years, even with the protection of divine powers, the body of the Holy Emperor gradually withered.

No matter how many medicines or how powerful the magic skills are, they cannot stop the laws of nature.

When I heard from my fathers that there is a supreme magical skill that can allow the Holy Emperor to be reborn into Nirvana and live another life.

All of their children and grandchildren were very excited.

They all personally requested to rebuild the divine body for the Holy Emperor, even if it meant going through fire and water, even if it meant sacrificing their lives.

Soon after, he inherited the responsibility of guarding the ancient palace with his father, and every twelve years, according to the guidance of the stars, he would collect children aged three to six from all over the place to provide blood for the Holy Emperor.

They went on six missions.

This task is more important to them than studying martial arts.

The purpose of studying martial arts is to ensure the royal rule.

But if the Holy Emperor could reappear in the world, who in this world would dare to cause chaos?

If the Holy Emperor can last for ten thousand years, then the dynasty can also last for ten thousand years!
I have been guarding the hall for all these years.

The body of the Holy Emperor was decaying day by day, and it seemed like it would collapse at any moment.

They were extremely anxious, but they also knew that it would take more than a hundred years to achieve the supreme magical power that conforms to the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

They had been planning since they were teenagers and finally made it to this moment.

However, now there are thieves who are trying to destroy the Saint Emperor's plan for Nirvana, and they cannot be stopped.

If there is any further delay, all the efforts of several generations of the Ji family for 108 years will be in vain.

The Holy Emperor will truly become corrupt.

Thinking of this, they felt as if their hearts were being ripped out and burst into tears.

They hated themselves for not having enough talent. No matter how many magical skills they had, they could not reach the mythical realm.

They watched helplessly as the Holy Emperor's rotten body had to fight against the powerful men in the Mythological Realm, and they all shed tears out of grief.

The Holy Emperor of Great Xia retracted his gaze.

He looked at the younger generations who were crying and said:
"There's no need to do that~".

The face with blurred features and the wrinkled mouth with deep lines suddenly showed a smile, and the voice no longer seemed so decayed:
"I am supreme~no matter whether it is two hundred years ago or two hundred years later~".

On the mountain. Outside the cave, on the hay, there were dozens of heroes sitting.

Shen Wanshi, the female hero Qingquan, and other heroes cleared a piece of clean space outside the cave and made a fire to cook.

On the stone stove, there was a pot, held down steadily by the double-sword hero.

Xue Jing, who was sitting by the stove and making a fire, was far away from the stove.

At this time, from a cave dozens of feet away, the sound of a dragon and an elephant was heard, "Ang! Roar!"

The ground shook.

Sparks were flying from the stove.

The stone stove moved a little.

The double-sword hero, who was being pressed against the stove, stepped on the moved stone with his shoes and kicked it back to its original position.

Only then did Xue Jing dare to approach and used a wooden stick to move some of the scattered firewood in.

The double-blade warrior steadied the pot in his hand, glanced at the cave behind him, and complained:
"That kid has been practicing for two days. When will he finish?"

The dual-blade hero was very unhappy.

There is only one cave nearby, and because that boy was practicing martial arts, they came out to make room for him.

It would be fine if he was just practicing martial arts, but what kind of martial arts was this? The noise was so loud that I couldn't even cook in peace from more than ten feet away.

Shen Wanshi smiled and said:
“The Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression Technique, this technique has extremely high requirements on the physical body.

If one is not careful and injures the body, it will need to be healed and recuperated.

Brother Lu, you have been practicing for two consecutive days without any interruption.

This is enough to show that he is a genius in body training.

But even so, to master the first level of Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression Technique, I estimate that it will take at least a week."

In fact, this was the result of Shen Wanshi's optimistic estimation based on the unimaginable talent shown by Lu Yuan.

Physical training is difficult.

Even if it is a lower-level martial art, it cannot be mastered without several months of hard work.

The middle-level body-building exercises, such as the "Vajra Divine Power Sutra" learned by Lu Yuan, are the fastest recorded in the Vajra Sect two hundred years ago, and it takes half a month to master one level.

And this top-level Dragon Elephant Prison-Suppressing Skill, even for the Dragon Elephant Sect, even for the royal family, it would take two or three months to master any level?
Even in the Dragon Elephant Sect and the royal family, there have been some people who, in order to achieve quick results, have practiced this technique to the point of being obsessed.

This kind of practice requires the gradual nourishment and polishing of the physical body.

Even if the road is long, the talent is extraordinary.

Shen Wanshi still believed that it would take the other party at least ten days to achieve success.

Half a cup of tea passed.

The flames licked the pot on the stove.

Steam was rising from the pot.

The strong aroma of rice whetted the appetites of the heroes.

The hero with two swords was just about to pick up the pot and distribute food to the other heroes.

“Ang~! Roar~! Roar~!!”.

The high-pitched sound of dragon and elephant.

Accompanied by a loud "BOOM~!!!" in the cave.

It was as if something exploded in the cave.

The entire mountain shook.

All the heroes outside the cave were shaken three feet off the ground by the sudden tremor.

The stone stove collapsed with a loud "crash".

The double-blade hero didn't hold the knife firmly, and the pot full of hot rice shot out at an angle like a cannonball.

With a "pop", it fell upside down on the ground, and the rice mixed with the soil on the open space.

Xue Jing was so shocked that he flew straight up, and when he fell, his face almost fell on the stove where sparks were flying.

The sparks splashed on his face and clothes, burning him so much that he grimaced and quickly slapped the burned areas on his body.

Even so, his face was covered with red spots from burning, and it looked like blisters were about to form.

(End of this chapter)