Chapter 517 Eastward

The boiling blood almost dyed the dark sea water.

The thick fog cleared.

The long-lost sunshine penetrated the clouds and fell on the bronze giant city that was half submerged in the sea.

Large pieces of blood were etched on the surface of the damaged and mottled city wall.

The bronze giant city watched the shocking battle in front of it silently, watching the end of the great leader who unified Huangjizhou again after the split of Daqian, and...

"The immortal is dead--"

"Zhenwu is standing!"

The old man, who was covered in blood and even his beard and hair were dyed blood red, stood on the dark red sea water with a naked bronze upper body.

Looking at the body of Yang Que in front of him, which was surrounded by blood and barely intact, but his eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe it.

The old man suddenly raised his arm with blue veins like a dragon.

He looked up to the sky and roared like a vent!

In the sky, a giant turtle phantom made of blood and energy silently gathered, and faintly roared towards the sky...

As if responding to his roar, thunder roared in the sky of the North Sea, followed by a long-lost drizzle.

Accompanied by the old man's voice that seemed to declare to the whole world.

On the sea surface around, on the bronze giant city...

One after another, old or young men and women came out with a trace of confusion in panic.

The eyes of the elderly fourth-level true warriors looked at the old man, but they were shining with piety and enthusiasm!

Everyone unconsciously approached the figure in the waves and cast their eyes...

The next moment.

A burst of shocking cheers finally broke out around the bronze giant city!

"True Wu Dangli!"

"True Wu Dangli!"

"Martial Ancestor is invincible!"

"..."

Everyone was immersed in unprecedented joy.

The old man raised his arms high, looked around, and roared!

Like an incomparable god of war!

The sea water rolled and hit his body and face. At this moment, he couldn't tell whether it was sea water, rain, or... tears in his eyes.

His vision was blurred, as if he saw those two very familiar faces.

"Mother, Wen Yin... It's been one hundred and ninety-three years..."

"I finally... I finally saw hope."

"You, should also support me, right?"

He muttered absentmindedly.

Soon.

One by one, the elderly fourth-level true warriors bowed and flew around the old man, kneeling respectfully in front of the old man, with fanaticism in their eyes.

Shouted in unison:

"Martial Ancestor is so powerful and unparalleled. Although there are many True Warriors, we should respect Martial Ancestor as the most respected!"

"Get up!"

The old man's sharp eyes like a hawk swept over the kneeling True Warriors below.

The slight softness was instantly put away, leaving only coldness, and he shouted:

"We of the Zhenwu lineage kneel to the heavens and the earth, to our parents and teachers, and the rest are insignificant!"

"I do the same!"

"Get up!"

Hearing the old man's words, the Zhenwu warriors around him looked at him with a look of almost pious reverence.

But the fourth-level Zhenwu warriors around the old man did not stand up. One of them said in a deep voice:

"Martial Ancestor saved me in danger, and did not treat us as despicable, and carefully taught us the Zhenwu method. All Zhenwu lineages should regard Martial Ancestor as their teacher and reborn parents, and kneeling to him is also natural!"

The old man was slightly startled.

And another person said solemnly:

"Martial Ancestor killed the immortals in the North Sea, and his reputation is grand, but if we want to live in this corner of the North Sea, I am afraid that the wind will not stop even if the tree wants to be quiet. Please point out the direction for us..."

"Point out the direction?"

The old man looked at the real warriors who respected him very much. He had made up his mind, but at this moment, he couldn't help but waver a little.

Do you really want to take the people in front of you to do that?

For that goal that may not be achieved at all?

"Please point out the direction for us!"

"Please..."

The voices around were small at first, but countless voices gathered together, like a trickle flowing into the sea, gradually merging into a huge sound wave, sweeping around.

People's hearts are like water, water is soft, but it is also the most violent.

The old man was silent for a while, and finally made a decision in his eyes.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the thin mist in the sky. His eyes suddenly became sharp and his voice was low:

"How long do you want to see?"

A figure suddenly floated out of the mist in the sky.

The figure had golden hair and a little funny look in his mung bean-like eyes.

It was the Master Hualong who came with Yang Que.

As soon as he appeared, he squeezed out a cautious smile on his face and explained quickly:

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, we are not enemies... I am not the immortal you are talking about, I am the spirit of a magic weapon, you can call me 'Master Hualong'... uh, I was born from the magic weapon used by the immortals. Strictly speaking, I also hate the immortals you are talking about, so we are not enemies, but friends."

The old man stared at the other party coldly.

The black tortoise phantom manifested by blood in the sky silently retracted, and a layer of blood light formed on his body surface.

The other party gave him the feeling that he was not like the idiot who had been talking to himself just now.

Instead, he was more unpredictable.

But the true warrior's instinctive intuition still made him extremely alert.

Hearing the other party's explanation, he raised his mouth slightly and sneered:

"Friend?"

"How do you prove it?"

Master Hualong winked and said:

"The one you just killed, if I wanted to save him, he would have returned to my side when you took action."

"Isn't this enough proof?"

The old man sneered, but his words went straight to the point:

"What do you want from me?"

Master Hualong laughed immediately, gave the old man a thumbs up, and praised him without hesitation:

"You are much smarter than the one you just killed. Don't worry, I just want to see if your Zhenwu How far can I go? Maybe I can inspire me to get out of the place that trapped me... Not only will I not do anything to you, I will also help you and do everything you want to do. "

"The man you killed is now the lord of Huangjizhou, but before he met me, he was just a waste who had no hope of entering the God of Transformation."

The Dragon Master stared at the old man, with a strange color flashing in his eyes, and he said word by word:

"In this world, at least in this Xiaocang world, there will be no one more suitable for you than me!"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes alone could not tell any of his thoughts.

"Of course, you don't need to make a decision immediately... I still have a lot of time, enough for me to wait for the next opportunity, but you may not have a second chance."

The Dragon Master seemed to see the old man's doubts and seemed very frank.

After speaking, he transformed into a small jade seal and fell directly to the old man.

The old man looked a little stern and forced himself to resist the urge to take action.

He let the jade seal fall into his hand.

The jade seal was shining brightly, and then the subtle voice of Master Hualong came:

"As long as you want, you can refine me at any time and become my master... I will loyally assist you until you reach the end of this road."

The voice dissipated, and the jade seal dimmed.

It was no different from ordinary things.

"Martial Ancestor!"

More than a dozen fourth-level true warriors quickly flew to the old man's side, with a solemn look.

The old man gently grasped the jade seal, and then slowly raised his other hand.

The surrounding true warriors, regardless of men, women, young and old, instantly quieted down.

All eyes looked at the old man involuntarily.

Their eyes were full of expectation.

The old man sorted out his thoughts, and then said in a deep voice:

"More than ninety years ago, the world changed, and this world no longer allowed the existence of immortals... But at that time, our power was still very weak, and the "Zhenwu Sutra" was too rough. Now that the "Zhenwu Sutra" has been perfected by me, you have the hope of becoming a fifth-level Zhenwu like me!"

"The time is ripe... We should also take revenge on those immortals!"

"For your fathers and brothers, for your wives and daughters, for all the mortals who are oppressed and enslaved by the immortals... Take revenge on the immortals!"

"Let this world be free of immortals!"

"Let there be no more existence riding on our heads!"

"Let us mortals stand upright under this sky, and our lives will no longer be trampled and harvested by immortals at will!"

He did not deliberately incite.

But he still easily attracted the response of almost all the Zhenwu.

Most of the people who came here and could persist in practicing the Way of Zhenwu were mortals who were repeatedly oppressed in the northern part of Dayan and Guangling.

More or less, they all had irreconcilable hatred with the monks.

But in the past, the monks did not care about the existence of these people who were regarded as ants.

However, as the Way of Zhenwu spread in Dayan and Guangling, more and more mortals with hatred and anger became true warriors by practicing the "Zhenwu Sutra".

Among them, there are naturally some people who are unwilling to be inferior to the monks.

But the old man does not care.

His purpose, or the reason that supports him to live, is only one.

That is, to destroy all the immortals!

However, at this moment.

The old man suddenly trembled in his heart!

All around, it seemed to be quiet in an instant.

A feeling of hair standing on end suddenly hit my heart.

It was as if I was stared at by a huge abyss and was extremely terrifying.

It was something he had never felt before.

The instinct of a true warrior made him turn his body almost immediately.

Only three feet away from him, an old man in a green robe was staring at him with a strange look in his eyes.

It was as if he was admiring a rare item.

The old man was shocked!

He didn't even notice when the other party came behind him.

This was unimaginable for him now.

Countless thoughts turned in his mind, he gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Who... are you?"

"Me?"

The old man in the green robe stared at him and actually answered his question:

"My name is Han Yanzi."

"The Supreme of the Original Demon Sect?!"

The old man was shocked!

The old man in green robe was a little surprised:

"You know? Oh, yes, you worked for the Three Continents cultivators before, so it's normal to know something... But since I answered your question, you should answer mine--"

He stared at the old man's eyes and asked softly:

"Are you the ancestor of Zhenwu, Wang Xu?"

Wang Xu was silent, then nodded.

His eyes swept across the Zhenwu warriors who seemed to be stagnant around him, his face was slightly solemn, and the blood in his body flowed rapidly.

He looked at Han Yanzi, and there was no fear in his eyes.

For him, life and death had long been something he didn't care about.

He could give up at any time to achieve his goal.

However, what surprised him was that the green-robed old man Han Yanzi in front of him looked at him deeply, then shook his head slightly, sighed and said to himself:

"It's too late... no, it's too early."

After saying that, he turned around without any hesitation and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the distance at a high speed.

"Too late... too early? What does it mean?"

Wang Xu had countless questions in his mind.

Whether it was Master Hualong or Han Yanzi, their attitudes towards him were extremely strange.

He had never encountered it before.

Especially Han Yanzi.

Under the leadership of Wang Xu, the True Warriors raided Dayan and the cultivators of Dayan's vassal states more than once.

He even captured a group of Demon Sect cultivators just now.

However, after looking at him, the Demon Sect Supreme left without asking any questions.

He had no intention of attacking him at all.

However, apart from these things that made him suspicious, what made him feel even more heavy was the appearance of Han Yanzi.

"There are actually cultivators of this level hidden in Fenglinzhou..."

The next moment, the voices of the surrounding True Warriors suddenly resumed.

They were completely unaware of the brief abnormality that had just occurred.

It was as if the appearance of Han Yanzi was just an illusion of Wang Xu alone.

He hesitated for a rare moment.

Then he finally slowly opened his palm.

The voice of Master Hualong with a smile also sounded quietly in his ears:

"It seems that you have made a choice. Very good. You will not be disappointed with this choice."

A few days later.

Around the huge bronze city, ships of various sizes disappeared in the thick fog heading to Huangjizhou...

...

"So, the Lianxu cultivator of Wanxiang Sect took action personally?"

Above the sea.

In a temple carried by a large ship.

In the huge placenta, the mother goddess's cold and rare solemn voice came.

Below, the Yin God nodded slightly, with a trace of helplessness on his face:

"Yes, he didn't want to fight with the monks of Huangjizhou. At first, he just asked the demon ape to send them away. It was only after I persuaded him for a long time, and the lord of the Great Sui was so bold that he broke into the formation without authorization, that he annoyed the founder of the Wanxiang Sect. So he casually took away all the thousands of Yuanying of the Great Sui..."

"Unfortunately, the founder of the Wanxiang Sect said that he was too lazy to get involved in the right and wrong, so he didn't deliberately keep the lord of the Great Sui. I didn't dare to say more to avoid suspicion."

"What a pity..."

The mother goddess' tone also carried a trace of regret.

But then he said with some surprise:

"You have finally been promoted to the third-class god position..."

The Yin God immediately showed admiration:

"I haven't thanked the Mother God yet."

"This should be...You have made great contributions to persuasion. If it weren't for you, Yang Que might have been able to bring back the 1,000 Yuanying and return to Huangji Continent. Now Yang Que is the only one left. Although it is still troublesome, we can take advantage of this opportunity to counterattack and our chances of winning will also increase greatly."

"This is your contribution, you should be rewarded!"

The Mother God praised the Yin God generously, and then an umbilical cord quickly wrapped around him.

Feeling the incense power gushing out of the umbilical cord.

Wang Ba couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Mother God is really nice.

I have never seen anyone more generous than Him.

But this touch of joy was immediately replaced by a touch of worry.

The Mother God would not miss such an opportunity.

Only Yang Que and Hualongchi have escaped from Huangjizhou. With only one thousand Yuanying cultivators left in the Sui Dynasty, I am afraid they may not be the opponents of the Wanshen Kingdom.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

He was thinking about how to balance the power of Huangjizhou and Wanshen Kingdom.

However, at this moment.

His heart suddenly trembled.

A ray of Yin Shen power quietly returned to the temple.

Sensing this ray of Yin Shen power, he was quickly shocked:

"Yang Que is dead?!"

"What should the Wanshen Kingdom do?! Who will stop them?" (End of this chapter)