Chapter 89 Draw the Sword to the Sword Emperor

As Duanmu Qian finished speaking, golden light shone on all the examinees.

The next moment, they all left the Nine-Layered Tower of Babel.

When Wang Xianxian opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the square.

He looked back at the eighth floor of the giant tower and remained silent for a long time.

"Attention all examinees, enter the hall now!"

Wang Xianxian took a deep breath, then turned around and followed Duanmu Qian into the huge and magnificent palace.

As soon as he entered the hall, Wang Xianxian felt an overwhelming pressure.

Thirty-six golden statues of the emperors, like Mount Tai, sat firmly in the hall.

The height of each statue is basically more than a thousand meters.

Rather than saying that this is a hall and an emperor statue, it is better to say that this is a small world and thirty-six giant peaks.

Thirty-six emperors!

Legendary figures written in history books.

Each of them has made indelible contributions to China and even the human race.

In order to remember their contributions, the sons and daughters of China have engraved their deeds into history.

China will not be destroyed, and the emperor will be immortal!

Looking at the statues of the emperors in the hall, Wang Xianxian understood clearly.

The placement of these sculptures is very particular.

The twelve emperors in the middle are the great contributors of China.

When the emperor of man was trapped and China was destroyed, they came out of nowhere and turned the tide.

These twelve emperors are also called the original emperors, and their titles are single words.

Sword Emperor, Knife Emperor, Pill Emperor, Medicine Emperor.

Cooking Emperor, Gun Emperor, Wine Emperor, Divination Emperor.

Qin Emperor, Painting Emperor, Chess Emperor, Book Emperor.

After the twelve emperors, that is, after the founding of China, twenty-four new human emperors were born.

These twenty-four emperors are also called the new emperors.

Different from the original emperors, their titles are two words.

These twenty-four emperors are.

Crazy Sword Emperor, Demon Knife Emperor, Pill Devouring Emperor, Immortal Emperor.

Taotie Emperor, Gun Killing Emperor, Wine Refusal Emperor, Liangyi Emperor.

Emperor Jueyin, Emperor Danqing, Emperor Tianyi, Emperor Tianshu.

Emperor Gujian, Emperor Wanghun, Emperor Liantian, Emperor Xuanhu.

Emperor Hun Dun, Emperor Longqiang, Emperor Wangyou, Emperor Xuanji.

Emperor Liyue, Emperor Lianmo, Emperor Tianyuan, Emperor Wanjuan.

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After Yunying in Wang Xianxian's body carefully examined each sculpture, his voice became a little heavy.

"Three thousand avenues, now, only twelve are left?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Xianxian asked in confusion.

Yun Ying explained: "Through these titles, we can find some of the rules hidden in these emperors."

"Sword, knife, elixir, medicine, cooking, gun, wine, divination, piano, painting, chess, calligraphy."

"These thirty-six emperors, whether new or old, are all extended on the basis of the twelve great ways."

"In more than ten thousand years of history, none of the new twenty-four emperors have walked out of the new way."

"This also means that the other 2,988 great ways are no longer a big deal, and may even have been completely broken."

Hearing this, Wang Xianxian was stunned.

Although he didn't understand the specific situation, he also knew that this situation was very bad.

"Did the Heavenly Court lose?" Yun Ying murmured to himself.

Although Wang Xianxian was curious, he knew clearly that some things were not yet for him to know.

So he didn't disturb Yun Ying.

"Everyone, start choosing the emperor you want to challenge."

"After the selection is completed, go to the emperor's golden body and wait."

As soon as the voice fell, all the candidates present began to move forward.

They have worked hard until now, just for this moment!

In front of the whole country and even the world, challenge the peak of martial arts!

Most importantly, they don't have to worry about losing.

Because the opponent is the emperor respected by all people.

Whether they win or lose, they can get great honor.

Therefore, these candidates can play 100% of their strength without any psychological pressure!

Except for Wang Beichen and Wang Xianxian.

The two of them walked towards the golden body of the Sword Emperor with a distance of several meters.

Except for a few people, no one knew that at this moment, the two boys walking side by side were half-brothers.

They once lived under the same roof for five years.

It's just that the treatment of the two is heaven and earth.

The younger brother who is reckless and held in the palm of his heart.

The older brother who is cautious in words and deeds and is regarded as a transparent person.

Although they are brothers, their identities seem to be very different.

One is a beloved young master, and the other seems to be a slave who can be bullied at will...

The former Wang Xianxian really envied Wang Beichen.

The love of his parents, the care of his family, the kindness of his fellow tribesmen, his extraordinary talent...

In the eyes of the young Wang Xianxian, Wang Beichen had everything he had imagined.

Compared to Wang Beichen, he was just a firefly next to the bright moon, humble and insignificant...

For a long time, he was in self-denial.

He made his mother fall into the quagmire, made his father unhappy, and made his grandfather, grandmother, uncle, and uncle...

He seemed to make everyone in the family unhappy.

At that time, he felt that his existence was a mistake.

Several times, he wanted to end his life.

But every time he was about to do it, his mother's voice would ring in his mind.

For this reason, there was a time when he got used to suicide and self-mutilation.

Because, only in this way could he hear his mother's voice in his mind.

The young boy longed for his mother's voice.

Except for this voice, no one in the family cared about him.

A rat in the sewer...

This is how he described himself.

Only by hiding in the sewer and not being seen by others, no one would attack or abuse him.

Wang Xianxian has become accustomed to the company of darkness.

Even if darkness will imprison his soul.

Because only by being imprisoned by darkness will he not be hurt.

Looking at the familiar face of the huge statue in front of him.

That was the most familiar face the boy saw when he was thrown into the ancestral hall because of punishment when he was young.

Statue of the Sword Emperor.

When the boy was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, he didn't know how many times he begged it.

I don't know how many wishes he made to it.

No matter how small the wish is, no matter how pious the attitude is, in the end, it is nothing.

Wang Xianxian, who was lost in his memories, accidentally saw Wang Beichen's eyes looking at him.

That look was filled with resentment, anger, and a hint of deep envy...

Wang Xianxian was slightly startled.

I don't know when his fate changed.

Was it the moment of awakening his mission? Or the moment when the sunset rose again, or the moment when he drank the wine?

Wang Xianxian didn't know, he only knew one thing.

He is no longer the rat in the sewer.

He is now a genius that everyone envies.

He is now a nightmare that Wang fears.

He is now the disciple beloved by his master, the nephew cared for by his uncle, the student trusted by Director Lin, the investor saved by His Highness, the host that Yun Ying waited for, and the child that his mother protected with her life...

'Xianxian, you are my mother's pride, my eternal pride.'

The boy's figure, like the scorching sun, strides forward!

The boy's backbone, like Mount Tai, stands tall and upright!

The boy's anger, like a natural disaster, destroys the world!

The boy's sword, the boy's wine, the boy's heart, are constantly bursting out with earth-shaking fighting spirit.

Finally, under the attention of the crowd, the boy walked in front of the god he used to kneel in worship.

Pulled out...

Sword!