Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 80

Many skill beads are driven by a huge spiritual force, merge and roll, just like the collision between particles at the beginning of a world.

After half a day, the lavender [Hundred Styles] merged with many skills into the purple [Thousand Styles].

But it hasn’t stopped

“How much is a quantitative change, a strain. The real source of power is not quantitative change, but qualitative change, so”

Xia Ji’s right hand clenched suddenly with five fingers.

The purple skill beads were oppressed by the long river of spirit and began to collapse and change.

It’s like a star is being compressed.

Pressed for a long time.

One full day and one night.

The skill beads showed a dark purple with pale gold color, but it was not stable.

This is not a mysterious technique, but it is a move that best matches oneself. It transforms the ideas of others, and then creates it according to what you think. Once created, it can exert more power than moves of the same level.

But even so, it is difficult to take shape, and it is still a bit short.

what is it then?

Xia Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and lay back on the cold hall.

“A hint of opportunity stems from my heart.”

He got it.

Mysterious style is natural, but if I want to create my own and most suitable for my own style, in addition to accumulation, in addition to spiritual power, he also needs a force from the bottom of my heart.

Jin is the blood gas of the bones, bones and skin, and is the essence.

Qi is the eight-mai dantian and Qi.

Spirit, for God.

But after all, the gods of others belonged to others. Even if they were completely digested and transformed into their own, the original intentions belonged to others after all. After all, there was a trace of incongruity, and this was an external god.

Therefore, even if the three blood Buddhas stand on the whole body, they are still like mountains and seas.

And if you want to reach the extreme of creation, you need a true God.

This requires an opportunity.

I adjusted my breath slightly and walked out of the hall. The sun was shining outside the hall, winter is about to pass, and spring is not here.

At the end of February.

Under the city.

Xia Ji stretched,

There were eight hundred dead men who followed him south. These dead men were not robots. They naturally accepted Xia Ji’s spiritual imprint early, and under the guidance of this legendary warrior, they got a lot of improvement in their strength. At this time, they acted as scouts. open circuit.

Although the dead men were defeated in the previous wars, as long as the mental power is strong enough, people who are willing to become dead men can be absorbed into this token. Anyway, no more, no less, a total of 800.

Among the newly added dead warriors, thirty people are powerful in the capital of the world or even in the underground world. Their strength can reach the innate four levels of the ancient realm, the eighth realm. These people pursue martial arts, but they suffer No way, after receiving Xia Ji’s spiritual mark, he followed him.

Except for the dead men who left behind an old man who drove, the other dead men had already spread out early. They needed to inquire about information, detect the surrounding conditions, and then quickly return to inform the owner.

Xia Xiaosu stood on the bridge to bid farewell to Xia Ji.

The wind is spring breeze.

The emperor trimmed the collar of the elder brother, and then put a pair of Danqing in his arms, and the elder brother said that he would let the mother see the revenge in person.

After doing all this, the two moved a distance apart, and Xia Xiaosu said, “I’ll wait for you to come back.”

Xia Ji said: “If you haven’t seen my body, don’t believe that I am dead anyway.”

“understood”

“This time I went south, I just thought about how high the sky is and how thick the land is. It has always been confined to the surrounding area of ​​the imperial capital, and I have never gone out for a walk. This may take a long time.”

“I know”

“This time I go south, I will figure out everything, the number of fate is different, the geometry of fate, how is the martial art, and the death of the mother, who cannot be filial piety, then I can always take revenge.”

Speaking of that woman, scenes of warm scenes flashed in Xia Xiaosu’s mind. The scenes of spring, summer, autumn and winter were woven into a pair of pictures, interlaced together, and now turned into a drum with heavy drumsticks beating the memory of the drum. It makes people tremble.

She hugged her elder brother, wanting to say something, but when it came to her lips, she became: “The emperor, the princess Wan, the concubine Zhen, the queen, and the second prince, the third prince, the fifth prince, the eighth prince, the luck of these people It’s all very good, it’s too powerful, brother should be careful.”

Xia Ji was stunned, then got into the carriage.

Xia Xiaosu boarded the tower and sent his brother away for a long time.

She always thinks that my brother is weird today, but maybe it is because during this period of time, I have been very simple, and there are too many words to say goodbye when I leave, so this is the reason?

“This road is destined for my elder brother to walk alone. Since my elder brother always says that I am a poisoned milk, there is only so much my sister can help you today.”

Xia Xiaosu sent the shadow of the car away, until it disappeared at the end of the road, she waved her hand violently: “Go back to the palace!”

Brother has the way of brother.

She also already has her way.

In this life, if you don’t become a king, you will be a dead bone in the mound.

A group of waitresses turned into demon foxes followed her.

In a few days, more demons will come.

And she still needs to meet with many aristocratic families in the imperial capital, and even families outside the imperial capital. Some families have faintly revealed that there may be some powerful people trying to marry.

This marriage was not Xia Xiaosu, but her brother.

That being the case, she should take a good look at how big these big forces really are, and also see if those marriage partners are eligible to become the concubines of her brother.

But Hu Xian’er also told her that these big forces are really big

Xia Xiaosu suppressed the counsel in his heart.

This way, trembling, like walking on thin ice like an abyss.

Xia Ji put down the curtains and went eight thousand miles here, which was an extremely long journey.

The wheel drove off the road in the imperial capital. The driver was an old man, and he pretended to be a son.

As soon as he left the city, there were many spies who gave feedback to all forces. Seven days later, the carriage stopped in three cities, but the number of spies secretly chasing it was already unknown.

In the third city, Xia Ji opened the wing door after drinking at the inn, and when he entered the door, he exploded into a cloud of black smoke.

The smoke dissipated, revealing a murderous appearance, and the black fox rubbed his head in distress, “I have to pretend to be him every day, but it’s really useless for so long. The sight that should be disturbed is also disturbed. You can go back. I’m afraid that I’m going to attract an unknown opponent.”

She is just a vixen. Although she has some ways, she usually acts in the dark. Now she is acting like a prince of Shenwu and going south, really like sitting on pins and needles.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness let her act for seven days. After seven days, she can return to the imperial capital, otherwise she really doesn’t know what to do.

However, at this moment, a thunderous voice came from the street: “See you at Daguangming Temple, please see Prince Shenwu.”

Killing:

Then, she felt a horrible atmosphere enveloped the entire inn.

Obviously the person is very strong, and Famenke of Daguangming Temple died of the demon race. Even if she has mastered the Tianhu transformation and almost shows the law, she still dare not fight. Besides, she is a demon, if she plays the role of the Shenwu prince and is killed Found it, then what’s waiting is endless follow-up verbal criticism. If it weren’t for her to be extremely good at controlling evil spirits, she might have been spotted just here.

The Black Fox King looked at the bronze mirror and muttered to cheer up silently: “Kill, you can do it.”

So, she said coldly, imitating Xia Ji’s tone: “I’m tired, I won’t see you today.”

The monk on the street didn’t care too much, “When you see it, wait for your Highness here.”

After all, he sits cross-legged on the street where people come and go, with no distraction, as if the light cast by the sunset on the horizon merges into one body, the relics of Guangming Temple should not be lost, he comes and asks to retrieve it.

It’s getting late.

So where is the real Xia Ji?

He was standing in a Buddhist palace at this time.

Quietly standing in front of the bookshelf reading the scriptures.

It was late at night, and there were no monks in the Jingwen Pavilion.

The moonlight fell, and the plaque hanging in front of the Buddha Palace was illuminated with the words “Da Guangming Temple”.

In order to be here, he spent a lot of energy.

First, he asked the old dryad on the seventh peak of Mount Xumi. The dryad said, “Because your highness is an anomaly, you can’t see your highness’s anger, but because of your highness’ murderous intentions, you will see the anger wherever you go. He left black energy in his eyes.” After several experiments, he finally used his powerful mental power to constrain this “killing heart”, and then made the Black Fox King turn into his own image and sit in the deep palace as early as a month ago. , And he left the imperial capital and embarked on the road to find the Great Guangming Temple.

Unsurprisingly, after the defeat of the Daguangming Temple in the Northland Demon Race battlefield, it sent a monk to inquire about the whereabouts of the previous monk. He secretly followed for a few days, and then deliberately said, “Dead Wen is dead, relic “The son fell into the hands of Prince Shenwu.”

Afterwards, there was indeed a monk from Guangming Sang who returned to report.

He followed this monk back quietly.

Then I saw this ancient temple hidden in the mist in the deep mountains of the deep sea of ​​mist.

In the days of observation, as long as his ability is not exposed, he can completely hide his breath and quietly hide in the dark for observation.

Daguangming Temple is divided into Dari Palace and Hall of All Living Beings.

Da Ri Palace is on the mountain top deeper, and here is the Hall of All Living Beings.

But the ancient scriptures are not the same as Xuan Gong, so they are stored in the Hall of All Living Beings and allowed to be read by the monks. In addition, no one can find the Daguangming Temple. Although there is inspection after nightfall, the Xiaji in the dark cannot be found.

He has read these scriptures for seven days and seven nights, and skill beads are produced one by one

The inheritance of the Great Guangming Temple is not comparable to that of the broken Leiyin Temple, which is very comprehensive, and he always chooses those ancient scriptures to read, and the harvest is naturally great.

In a dark place no one knew, he had absorbed many inheritances of the Great Guangming Temple.

Two golden skill beads [Bao Ri Tianzi Body] were obtained.

One golden skill pearl 【Nine Sun Heart Sutra】.

There are many others in purple and blue.

in this way

Essence, Qi and God have reached the point of extreme.

With only one opportunity, he can create his own style, and he can truly climb the sky that has never been reached.

Considering that the time to go south was almost here, he decided to pack up the ones he didn’t watch.

(End of this chapter)