Chapter 146: The Great Zhou Legacy

The Great Qiong Dynasty.

One of the most inconspicuous small countries in the world.

Weak in strength.

The country has been established for only three hundred years, and there is only one warrior at the first level of the Saint Realm in charge.

At this time, in an inconspicuous courtyard in the Daqiong Imperial City, two old men were sitting cross-legged. They were wearing ordinary clothes and had untidy beards. They looked like ordinary old men, not at all noticeable.

But if someone listened to what they said at this moment, they would definitely be horrified.

These two people are discussing the world.

"Zhou Wen, take a look at the latest information!"

One of the old men flipped his right hand, took out a book, and said with a smile: "The Great Xia Dynasty has risen, with at least six Saint Realm warriors, openly challenging the order established by Wuchang Mansion and Qingyun Blessed Land. Our chance has come!"

Hearing this, the old man named Zhou Wen raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "What do you want to do?"

"Alliance!"

The old man put down the letter and said solemnly.

He is also the one who survived the Great Zhou royal family by chance. His name is Zhou Ling and he is very powerful.

"An alliance?"

Zhou Wen shook his head and said with some disdain: "I don't think so. Da Xia only has six Saints!"

Six Saints!

Sounds like a lot.

But in the eyes of the two forces, Wuchang Mansion and Qingyun Blessed Land, it was just like that and could not cause any waves.

In fact, there is one thing Zhou Wen did not say. Even with the addition of the six saint-level warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty, it would be very difficult to defeat Wuchang Mansion and Qingyun Blessed Land.

These two forces are so terrifying!

Zhou Ling exhaled and smiled bitterly, "We have to give it a try! We have been hiding here and there for all these years, but have achieved nothing. If we continue to wait, how long will we have to wait?"

"We don't have much time left!"

Warriors can extend their lifespan.

But it does not extend life infinitely, but has certain limitations.

The maximum lifespan of a Saint Realm warrior is ten thousand years.

Both Zhou Ling and Zhou Wen have lived for more than eight thousand years.

In other words, they are old and will not live long. The opening of the sealed door may be their last chance.

After all, most Saint Realm warriors would find it difficult to live to ten thousand years old due to injuries, exhaustion of Qi and blood, etc. Generally speaking, nine thousand years is when a Saint Realm warrior would die.

Of course, nothing is absolute.

There are also some warriors who can live to be 10,000 years old, but by then their energy and blood will be exhausted, so how much combat power can they exert?

Zhou Wen was silent.

It has been eight thousand years since the demise of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Over the years, he has fought many battles with warriors from the Sealed Land and was seriously injured several times. He will definitely not live to be 10,000 years old.

Zhou Ling said in a deep voice: "This is our last chance! Once we old guys die, who will take on the responsibility?"

"I understand everything!"

Zhou Wen waved his hands and said in a low voice: "But I am afraid of failure. I have to admit that there is still a big gap between us and the Sealed Land. Once we fail, the Zhou royal family will be completely exterminated!"

He is afraid!

I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of failure!
This time, it was Zhou Ling's turn to remain silent. Although he was clamoring to declare war, the worry in his heart did not diminish at all.

Zhou Wen lowered his head and continued: "In fact, sometimes I want to give up, why not change my name?"

boom!
The words have not yet fallen.

Zhou Ling's face darkened and he slapped Zhou Wen. With a snap, a bright red palm print appeared on the old man's face.

"You are crazy!"

Zhou Ling glared at him and said coldly, "We are the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Zhou surname originated in ancient times and is the most noble surname in the world. How can we change our surname?"

"We inherited our ancestors' names, so we should carry them forward!"

"Without our ancestors, how could we exist?"

boom!
A terrifying aura enveloped Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen looked at the furious Zhou Ling and quickly said with a smile: "Calm down, I was just saying it casually."

"This won't happen again!" Zhou Ling's expression did not improve, and he said coldly: "If it happens again, I will report it to the emperor and execute you for disturbing the morale of the army and deserting the battlefield!"

"You should know the Emperor's methods!"

Zhou Wen's pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of fear flashed across his eyes.

The most fundamental reason why these people have been able to persist until now is the current emperor Zhou Hao.

This man is the most enchanting genius since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His cultivation has reached the ninth level of the holy realm. The most important thing is that he is meticulous and ruthless, and no one dares to disobey his orders.

"I know the crime!"

Zhou Wen stood up, looked into the distance, and saluted respectfully.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Ling's expression improved a little, and he whispered: "Even you want to give up, how about the others? This battle really needs to be fought!"

Eight thousand years of exile.

Everyone has already been exhausted, like a taut string that may break at any time.

If we don't fight, the Great Zhou might really disappear in the dust of history.

Zhou Wen's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

Zhou Ling thought for a while and ordered again: "Go back first and get ready for battle."

"As ordered!"

Zhou Wen bowed and his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

After he left, Zhou Ling's body flashed and disappeared out of thin air. When he appeared again, he had come to a palace. The surrounding environment was pitch black and he could only vaguely see a figure sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"Your Majesty, as you expected, Zhou Wen has already given up the battle!"

Zhou Ling walked forward, knelt on his knees, and spoke respectfully.

In front of him, a figure hidden in the darkness trembled slightly, and a soft voice came out, "Follow the rules. There has never been anyone in the Zhou royal family who is afraid of fighting. It is not a pity to die!"

All of a sudden.

The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly to freezing point, which was creepy.

"As ordered!"

Zhou Ling nodded and said, "Your Majesty, I suggest that we must go to war! I am worried that there are many people who have similar ideas to Zhou Wen!"

No one replied.

After a long while, a long voice was heard.

"Do as you wish!"

"We are all old!"

In a word.

Expresses endless sadness.

When they were young, it was the heyday of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They were well-dressed, well-fed, drove luxury cars, were in their prime and had a bright future.

But now, the Great Zhou is like dust in the wind, and no one knows where it is drifting to.

These people.
They also become rats in the sewer, losing sight of the light, living a hard life in torment and hatred, with gray hair, and reaching the end of their lives.

old!

If you don’t try again, you will never have another chance!

Zhou Ling understood this principle, Zhou Wen understood it, and their emperor also understood it.

so.
Zhou Wen is dead!

Great Xia Dynasty.

Imperial City.

Ye Jiuxing sat high on the throne, wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown. His entire body exuded supreme imperial majesty.

Below, civil and military officials stood on both sides.

Everyone's eyes were turned to Chu Xiong who was standing in the middle of the hall, revealing some curiosity.

This was the first time that a Saint Realm warrior submitted to the Great Xia Dynasty.

Not only surrender.

He also offered the Great Chu Dynasty.

Zhuge Liang's words gave Daxia thousands of miles of fertile land and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

So, how should we reward Chu Xiong?
(End of this chapter)