Chapter 296 Wang Gen's Shock

The sound of the ancient spell resounded in this small world, like the chaotic gods and demons whispering in a low voice.

The notes alone gave people a strong sense of time, as if they were born billions of epochs ago.

Others may not know, be unfamiliar, or understand, but the divine body Wang Heng seemed familiar with this style.

To be precise, he personally experienced the era when spells were rampant.

"Emperor Hong!"

Wang Heng whispered in his heart, and he understood something in his heart. The bone staff in the origin ancient artifact came from Emperor Hong. It was a token created by him. The magic weapon he refined carried the origin of darkness across the sea to this side, creating all things and creating today's foreign land.

And the origin blood curse is just an insignificant part of Emperor Hong's magic. It is hidden in the bone staff and was understood by the kings of the foreign land, and then used on Wang Gen.

At this moment, Wang Heng chanted the ancient spell to control the blood curse, which naturally made the dark erosion subside.

Not long after, the blood curse on Wang Weng was removed. It condensed into a mass of dark matter, as if it had consciousness, constantly extending dark tentacles, trying to erode the host again. If Wang Heng hadn't kept chanting the spell, this thing would have returned to Wang Weng's body.

Wang Heng didn't have time to care about Wang Weng's situation. The most urgent thing was to suppress the blood curse.

His face was serious, and the scriptures of the Eternal Scripture permeated his body. He opened his mouth slightly and chanted a deep and terrible spell.

Wang Heng, who had experienced the suspected Hong Emperor era, had already achieved extraordinary results in the way of curse. He had used it many times against the enemy and played a big role.

Now, he used the infinite spell to seal the origin blood curse.

This process was not easy, but with the help of the spell given by the current, he succeeded and suppressed the terrible blood curse layer by layer, so that it could no longer cause trouble.

After doing all this, Wang Heng breathed a sigh of relief and cast his eyes on his father.

Although the problem of the origin blood curse has been solved, the situation of Wang Weng, who has been forced into a desperate situation by this curse, is not optimistic.

Now, he is just hanging on to his last breath because of his obsession in his heart, and has not fallen for the time being.

The origin of the Immortal King has been eroded and almost devoured by the blood curse.

Even if the blood curse leaves his body, Wang Weng has not regained consciousness.

"Father, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

Wang Heng whispered, stretched out his hand on Wang Weng's shoulder, and spared no effort to input the essence of the Immortal King.

This kind of thing is amazing, stronger than the elixir of immortality, and is the basis for the immortal king's immortality. If this kind of thing is consumed in excess, the state and combat power of the Immortal King will decline significantly, suffering fatal effects.

At this moment, saving his father is important, even if more immortal king essence is paid.

With the help of Wang Heng, Wang Weng, who was on the verge of extinction, gradually recovered some vitality, the only remaining trace of the immortal king's origin began to grow, and the cold body gradually became warm.

Finally, his eyes trembled slightly, and he woke up from his endless sleep.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Wang Gen saw a familiar young creature standing in front of him.

Back then, when he helped his own son Wang Heng to be divided into three and sent to various worlds, Wang Heng was only a little over ten years old. After so many years, his appearance has naturally changed. The years have smoothed his edges and corners and wiped out his immaturity. Now he is calm and steady, with a calm and supreme majesty in his eyes.

"Heng'er?"

Wang Gen recognized his own son and spoke weakly.

More than 300,000 years have passed, and he finally saw the light of day again, but his own Taoism has been almost destroyed. The whole person is like a candle in the wind, which may go out at any time.

Fortunately, Wang Heng's immortal king essence has renewed his life and kept him from extinction.

"Father, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

Wang Heng spoke. He had waited for this day for too long, a full 310,000 years.

If he was given an exact time, he might not be so anxious, but the time of Wang Weng's death is a mystery, there is only an approximate one - the end of the ancient fairyland. In this case, every day can only be counted as the last day.

He is powerless in the fairyland, everything depends on the spirit body in the foreign land. Fortunately, the spirit body did not disappoint him and successfully obtained the method to save his father.

Wang Weng understood everything, and his eyes did not hide his relief.

His son has grown up, and he is better than his father. He is no longer the weak fairy prince like a puppet before he was ten years old. He has grown into a powerful fairy king giant.

The father and son looked at each other without speaking, but they could understand each other's feelings, and everything was self-evident.

After a long time, Wang Weng asked: "How long have I been asleep?"

His son is currently a powerful giant. In Wang Weng's view, if he wants to ascend to this realm, it will take at least dozens or even dozens of epochs to do it, and he is in the origin blood curse, and it is absolutely impossible to last that long.

Therefore, Wang Weng was puzzled and puzzled.

"It has been 310,000 years since my father fell asleep." Wang Heng calmly said a number that shocked Wang Heng.

310,000 years, for a son of an immortal king, it is absolutely no problem to impact the true immortal, but if it is to impact the immortal king giant, it is a bit exaggerated and magical.

Moreover, the upper limit of the son of an immortal king is there, and the quasi-immortal king is the limit.

In Wang Heng's imagination, he taught his son the three methods of one body. As long as the three clones of spirit, energy and spirit evolve together to the realm of quasi-immortal king, and then merge into one, it is possible to break the shackles of the son of the immortal king and prove the immortal king against the will of heaven.

But now, the situation has greatly exceeded his expectations.

This son's achievements are beyond his cognition.

"Heng'er, where is your body?"

Wang Gen looked at Wang Heng and found that he only had the soul, but no body.

Although he created the pacification art and was proficient in the way of the soul, Wang Gen clearly knew the importance of the body. It was the station and place for the soul. The soul without the body was like a rootless duckweed, which would die on its own and slowly decline.

"Father, this is the divine body, which is on the path of the soul. It abandons the flesh and only cultivates the soul."

"What? You only have the divine body?" Wang Gen was stunned, and for a moment he was a little voiceless and couldn't speak. In his mind, some amazing information was echoing.

The son of the Immortal King, 310,000 years old, the divine body, one of the three bodies of spirit, energy and spirit, has no body, specializes in cultivating the soul, stands in the world with the body of the soul, and acts as a giant of the Immortal King...

These information combined together outline the image of Wang Heng.

Wang Gen was shocked and looked at his son again, as if he had known him again.

After a long time, he finally accepted the fact that his son was a unique genius in cultivation. In the vast history of ancient times, there was no one like him before, and it is difficult to see who will come after him.

"What about Gu Wudi and Genjin?" He held his breath and asked about the other two bodies.

"They have all become giants." Wang Heng said truthfully.

"Three bodies, three giants?" Although Wang Gen had expected it, he was still shocked by the achievements of his own son.

In a complete world, thousands of eras, how many giants can there be? You can count them with the fingers of two hands.

As a result, his son, one body divided into three, all three of them became giants, which is really too amazing.

In comparison, Wang Gen's own achievements are nothing.

"Yes, didn't father say that the three bodies were in three realms, becoming the best in their respective worlds, turning into immortal kings, and then merging into one, maybe it would be possible to impact that illusory realm - the emperor?

My son did it, but the three bodies have not yet been cultivated to the end, and have not really reached the peak." Wang Heng mentioned what his father said that year.

Wang Heng was a little speechless when he heard it. At the beginning, he expected Wang Heng to only have three quasi-immortal king clones merge into one to prove the immortal king. The following words were just talk and aspirations. He didn't expect his son to take it seriously. The most outrageous thing is that he is about to succeed.

At this moment, Wang Heng's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't remain calm even with his scheming.

How far will the three giant clones merge into one? Maybe they can really break through the king realm.

He realized that his son's future was limitless, and he might break history and become an epoch-making creature.

"Father, come back to the fairyland with me first. There will be a war in this world soon, and it will no longer be safe." Wang Heng said. He didn't have time to talk too much with his father. The war was coming, and he had to find a way to deal with it in advance.

"War... is it in a foreign land? They retreated in the battle that year, and it has only been 310,000 years." Wang Heng guessed it.

He got up with difficulty and walked out of the small chaotic world with the help of Wang Heng.

After 310,000 years, Wang Heng saw the light of day again and escaped from the abyss of death.

The two talked as they walked, talking about the cause of this war.

"A seed can open the origin ancient artifact? No wonder they are so crazy and want to destroy our world with the power of the whole world." Wang Heng's face was slightly gloomy.

The original ancient world was not where he was born, but the fairyland was. However, he rose in this world and became a fairy king all the way. He had an inseparable cause and effect with the original ancient world. He had already regarded this place as the mother world, and naturally did not want to see it destroyed.

"Gu Wudi is in the sea of ​​boundaries, and Hengjin is seriously injured and in seclusion in a foreign land. I have escaped death, but my Taoism is almost ruined. I don't know how long it will take to return to the peak. This battle can only rely on you." Wang Heng sighed.

"Don't worry, father, I won't let this world sink into darkness." Wang Heng nodded.

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the border.

"Father, please bear with me and enter my small world. I don't want the outside world to know about your recovery." Wang Heng suddenly spoke.

Wang Heng nodded. He naturally knew why. The fairyland camps were everywhere and were treacherous and changeable. He was Wuji's son-in-law and was bound to Wuji, so he naturally had some big enemies.

Next, Wang Heng had to face the upcoming war in the primitive ancient world and could not be distracted. If people knew that he had gone to the fairyland, they might secretly attack him.

Watching his father enter the small world, Wang Heng was relieved and walked towards the Emperor's Pass. Before leaving, he pointed a fairy light towards the sky of the Avenue and shot it towards a mysterious area.

Afterwards, he said hello to the Seventh King and turned to leave the Primitive Ancient Realm.

Soon, Wang Heng returned to the Immortal Realm without anyone noticing, and returned to the universe he ruled.

In the Hengwang Palace, Wuqing, who was practicing in seclusion, suddenly heard the voice transmission of her parents and sons, and immediately stopped practicing and walked out of the secret room.

Since the last time she met her parents and sons, she had not seen Wang Heng for more than 200,000 years, so she naturally missed him.

However, when she walked into the depths of the Hengwang Palace, she found that Wang Heng was not alone. It seemed that there was a guest talking to him, and this guest was not simple. He was sitting there, and Wang Heng stood in front of him.

Now Wang Heng, even the giants can only sit on an equal footing with him. Who is qualified to let him do this?

It was not until she walked into the ancient palace that she found that this "guest" was actually his Taoist partner, Wang Gen, who had no news for hundreds of thousands of years.

"Husband?"

Wu Qing was so surprised that she couldn't help but call out.

Wang Heng also stood up and looked at his Taoist partner.

Wang Heng smiled slightly, took a step back, and left time and space to his parents.

"Father, mother, I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

"Okay, go, be careful." Wang Heng knew that the parents and children had to concentrate on dealing with the massive attack from the foreign land.

"Don't worry, father."

Wu Qing saw this and didn't ask any more questions. She could see that Wang Heng had something important to do.

Watching Wang Heng leave, Wang Heng couldn't help but sigh. His son was really amazing, and his son was better than his father.

He created the supreme method of the Pingluan Jue, and Wang Heng created the Eternal Sutra on the basis of the Pingluan Jue.

Just now, Wang Heng taught him the Eternal Sutra. Wang Heng was shocked at that time and couldn't express it in words.

The Eternal Scripture, without a doubt, is far superior to the Suppressing Rebellion Art, and is much, much stronger than it. It is the undisputed first ancient scripture of the Yuanshen. Moreover, this scripture has not yet been completed, and there is still deep potential waiting for Wang Heng to develop.

"Husband."

Wuqing came over and pulled Wang Gen out of his thoughts.

...

Wang Heng stepped into another tall ancient palace.

This ancient palace is specially used to meet visitors in the Hengwang Palace, that is, the ancient palace of the Immortal King-level strongmen.

The fairy air inside is curling, magnificent, and the tables and chairs are all made of chaos stone, which is extremely luxurious. Various divine fruits are placed on the table, which are only slightly inferior to the elixir of longevity. There are also immortal wines lying across, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Standing in front of the ancient palace is a pair of true immortal Taoist children, who were specially selected by the elders of the Eternal Sect to serve Wang Heng.

Even though Wang Heng has been in seclusion for more than 200,000 years, the two true immortal Taoist children have been waiting here, waiting for dispatch.

Looking at the legendary appearance of the ancestor of King Heng, the two True Immortal Dao children, a man and a woman, were trembling in their hearts and could not calm down, because there were too many legends about King Heng. Now, they finally saw the real person, and suddenly felt a little unreal, like a dream.

Just as the two True Immortal Dao children were in a turmoil, full of respect for Wang Heng, Wang Heng stood up and walked out of the palace door.

They were slightly stunned and hurriedly followed.

Outside the Hengwang Palace, two figures came on the fairy cloud. One was a tall human figure with thick hair and majestic eyes. There was an indescribable spirit between his hands and feet. The other was a black giant beast, half squatting next to the human figure.

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