Chapter 1518: Relics of the Patriarch

Lord Qingtian gave Lin Hao a complicated look, then waved his hand, and brought Lin Hao and Xun to the mausoleum after the death of Emperor Zhenwu.

In fact, after the fall of the Emperor Zhenwu, he had turned into fragments of the Dao and dissipated between the heaven and the earth. This so-called mausoleum was actually rebuilt from a palace of the Emperor Zhenwu in the Zhenwu world.

Lord Qingtian took a deep breath, and formed seals with both hands. The mark of true martial arts that Lin Hao handed over to Lord Qingtian just now flew out instantly.

Every mark of Zhenwu exudes bright light, accompanied by Dao Hongyin.

These marks of true martial arts gathered together, and then, an illusory figure condensed.

"The True Martial God Emperor!"

Lin Hao was shocked inexplicably.

It is extremely incredible that the True Martial God Emperor can appear in this way, even if it is only a ray of image.

The phantom of the True Martial God Emperor looks incomparably stalwart.

As for the others, Lin Hao couldn't perceive them.

Lord Qingtian shouted lightly: "The God Emperor preaches, everyone in the God Court Army come quickly!"

After a while.

There was a sound of breaking through the air.

"Shenting Army, Yu, see the God Emperor!"

An old man arrived, just like Xun, with injuries all over his body. At this moment, weeping and standing in front of the phantom of the god emperor, his waist was straight, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

"Shenting Army, Mo, see the God Emperor."

Another person arrived, holding a long spear whose tip had already been broken off. He was so excited that tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes.

A number of strong men from the Shenting Army who had followed the Emperor Zhenwu arrived, and each of them stood in front of the phantom of the Emperor, trembling with excitement.

God Emperor Zhenwu, with the power of one person, continued the martial arts path above the emperor's realm for the human race, and created a living space for the human race in the God Realm.

The Emperor of True Martial God taught the world, and the waist of the human race could never be bent. At this time, everyone in the Shenting Army, no matter how seriously injured they were, would always remember the teachings of the God Emperor and never bend their knees.

A straight waist and an unyielding spine, this is the most precious thing passed down by the God Emperor Zhenwu, and it is the essence of the human race that can continue to this day.

Qing Tianjun waved his hand.

One after another, the divine crystal fruit was integrated into the bodies of these strong men from the Shenting army who came, and the energy of the divine crystal fruit stabilized the source of life that was constantly passing away for them.

Originally, Lord Qingtian told Lin Hao that more than 70 strong men who had followed the God Emperor survived.

Most of them need to use Jingshen Fruit to recover from their injuries.

But now, there are only sixty-three people gathered in front of God Emperor Phantom.

The Jingshen Fruit brought by Lin Hao originally exceeded the amount that Lord Qingtian said before.

However, Lord Qingtian used all the crystal fruit, leaving none of them.

Because, the injuries of some strong people are similar to those of Xun, and they are almost completely exhausted. A crystal fruit cannot stabilize the source of life.

Lord Qingtian injected the Jingshen Fruit into the body of a strong man.

Afterwards, both hands formed seals, and the phantom of the god emperor diffused a layer of divine light, enveloping everyone.

Lin Hao, can no longer see everything in the divine light of the avenue clearly.

"puff!"

After finishing all this, Lord Qingtian spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale, but there was a relieved expression on his face, with a hint of relief.

"Mr. Qingtian...your injury..." Lin Hao asked nervously.

Lord Qingtian waved his hand and said, "Compared to them, my injury doesn't matter."

Lin Hao was in a complicated mood.

The Jingshen Fruit he had originally prepared was actually for Lord Qingtian. The others were all seriously injured. Lin Hao felt that Lord Qingtian might also be seriously injured.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case, but Lord Qingtian did not leave a single crystal fruit for himself.

"Mr. Qingtian, after a while, I will enter the False God Realm again and bring back some Jingshen Fruits." Lin Hao said.

"No need, my problem cannot be solved by the Divine Crystal Fruit, and the injuries of the Shenting Army cannot be recovered by the Divine Crystal Fruit.

Now, it is only temporarily stabilizing their source of life so that it will not pass away.

Therefore, the situation in the real martial arts world still has to be faced with the strength of your generation of warriors.

The people of the Shenting Army, even if they get the Crystal God Fruit, they still have the power to fight. Therefore, it must be the most critical battle before I will let them take action. After the first battle, the Shenting Army will disappear completely . "

Lin Hao originally thought that with the crystal god fruit and the mark of true martial arts, the powerhouse in Chaos Shenhai would be able to recover.

But I didn't expect that this would be the case, and my heart became very heavy.

"Lord Qingtian, the phantom of the God Emperor..."

"I have been preached by the God Emperor, so I managed to do it with the help of the imprint of the Great Dao that was broken after the God Emperor's fall.

The members of the Shenting Army have stayed here for too long. Although everyone is still willing to sacrifice their last source of life to fight for the human race, everyone's fighting spirit has been worn down a lot.

Therefore, the appearance of the phantom of the God Emperor can also inspire the fighting spirit of the people left behind by the God Court Army. "

Lin Hao nodded. It turned out that Lord Qingtian asked him to collect the marks of true martial arts not to heal everyone's injuries, but to stimulate their fighting spirit that had been worn down by the long river of time!

"Then there are still some seniors from the Shenting Army?" Lin Hao said, before Qingtian Lord clearly told himself that there were more than 70 people, but now Lin Hao only saw 63 people.

A look of grief appeared on Qing Tianjun's face, and he said, "During this time, Lu Yi has found many entrances to the Chaotic Sea of ​​Gods, and many battles have taken place, and some people... have fallen after the first battle."

Lin Hao fell silent.

Lord Qingtian sighed, and said, "Lin Hao, this time, I will represent the Shenting Army, thank you."

"Mr. Qingtian is serious. It is my honor to do something for the seniors of the Shenting Army." Lin Hao said immediately, and then said again: "Mr. Solution? Please tell me, I, Lin Hao, will do it with all my strength!"

"No need, the injuries of the Shenting army cannot be reversed, and it is extremely rare to live for a while, and then go all out to fight for the human race again before the end of their lives.

As for my injury, you don't need to worry about it, I have my own solution. "Qingtian Jun said.

Lin Hao didn't reply, and then suddenly remembered an extremely important matter, and said, "Mr. Qingtian, this is left by our ancestor of the God of War Palace."

Before, Nie Ru said that Lu Zhan, the patriarch of the God of War Palace, left something for Lord Qingtian before the Battle of Falling.

At that time, Lu Zhan obviously realized that he was about to encounter danger.

Moreover, Lu Zhan didn't know whether Qingtian Lord was still alive at the time, but he still left something. If he found that Qingtian Lord was still alive, he would hand it over to Qingtian Lord.

The things left by Lu Zhan have been kept in the hands of Huo Cang, God of War Palace. When Huo Cang sent Lin Hao to the passage to return to the real martial world, he handed the things to Lin Hao.

As Lin Hao said, an exquisite wooden box has been taken out of the storage ring, held in both hands, and handed to Lord Qingtian.

Qingtian Jun looked at the wooden box in Lin Hao's hand.

For a moment, there was a hint of sadness in his expression.