Chapter 833: The Great Zhou Source, Must Enter the Semi-Saint Realm within Fifty Years
Xin Zhuo spent nearly a day rushing back to the middle of the ruins plain where Qingshuang was. He saw that the fog in front of him was gone, and there was only that building. The huge collapsed mountains and rivers are like the remains after a natural disaster.
Where are the figures of Sai Qingzhu and Murong Xiu?
He sat cross-legged in a secret corner and waited silently for three hours, but still no one came back. However, Xiao Huang came out from nowhere, with a full belly and a round waist, and an evil look on his face. Smiling, shaking his head, and uttering words: "Master's momentum is even more majestic, his strength has grown again, it's so coquettish."
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but scratch his nose, and for a while he still couldn't accept that Xiao Huang could talk. For this kind of thing, it took me a while to ask: "Where have you been?"
Xiao Huang stood up straight and said proudly: "Thousands of miles around, all the psychic little monsters respect me as king. If the master wants to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas or play with girls, just give me a squeak and let the little ones do it!"
< br>Xin Zhuo couldn't help but cursed: "Get out of the way , I wonder how I have taught you such a thing all my life, being polite, loyal, and upright."
Xiao Huang immediately sat on the ground, pulled the dog's mouth, and breathed into the cute little one. The state of a native dog, wagging its tail crazily, is simply fatal.
Xin Zhuo threw out the [Nine Ring Jade Purifying Bottle] and continued to warm up the body's soreness caused by breaking through too fast, silently looking into the distance.
The wind blows on the earth, whistling, and it is vast far and near.
The sun sets in the west, and the morning light appears. The night passes in a blink of an eye, and still no one appears.
He suddenly stood up, shook off a layer of dust that had accumulated on his body for some time, and turned around to walk away.
Little Huangma, who was dozing, followed up quickly: "What's wrong? Don't you wait for Murong Bald and Sai Qingzhu?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head and said: "No wait, I The encounter is not as easy as they said. Yuanji Realm may be recruited by many forces, but I can't explain the things about the ancient clan, and I am too lazy to explain.
Also, Daluo, Dayan, and Zijin. The Holy Land will never give up. Even if I become a Semi-Saint, Dongfang and Mie Ling will definitely fight with me. This is the hatred that comes from the bones, so why bother them?"
Xiao Huang thought for a while and said: "That seems to be the case, so where should we go?"
Xin Zhuo looked to the east: "Go to the Imperial Capital of Great Zhou!"
He didn't know what the origin was before, but now that he had obtained this ray of pure spiritual origin of heaven and earth, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a ray beneath the Great Zhou Imperial Capital.
Back then, when he lived in the palace for a period of time, he once vaguely felt an unusual aura. It was difficult for him to explain why he felt it given his state of mind at the time. Regardless of whether it is true or not, this kind of thing is hard to find, and integration is even too difficult. Not to mention the family on the mountain. If you want the vow you boasted when you ran away from Daluo Sect to become a reality, and attack Dongfang and Mie Ling first, Mie Ling will be stronger. After defeating Da Luo and Dayan, he must break through as soon as possible and reach the semi-sacred realm within a hundred years.
More than fifty years to go!
This time is long for a mortal, maybe a lifetime, but after experiencing the forty years of seclusion during the five declines of heaven and man, he felt that this time passed very quickly.
"Within fifty years, enter the semi-saint realm and destroy Daluo and Dayan!"
He murmured and took Xiao Huang straight to the eastern sky.
The Qingshuang Ruins Plain is probably a hundred thousand miles away from the Great Zhou Empire. The mountains, rivers and martial arts world nearby are suppressed by the two holy places of Yuheng and Tianji, and the imposing warriors along the way There were so many, but fortunately no one paid attention to the man and the dog who were rushing along the path.
A journey of one hundred thousand miles, with Xin Zhuo's pace, would take a month or two even if he hurried and walked slowly without eating or drinking.
Nineteen days later, we arrived at the Tianwei Mountains. There was nothing surprising about this mountain range except that it was taller. However, a war to destroy the country was going on in the north of the mountain range.
Daqian Holy Dynasty and Bigan Kingdom!
One side has many soldiers and generals, and the momentum is like a rainbow; the other side fights to the death to protect the homeland and the country. More than 700,000 troops from both sides collided with each other in the endless plains. Drums were beating, horses neighed, and the shouts of killing were loud.
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang stood on the top of the mountain and watched silently for a while, their thoughts inexplicably returned to the Western Regions.
In those years, the warriors and horses swallowed thousands of miles like tigers, in those years, the subordinates looked at death as if they were home, in those years, the glory of the Western Qin Army...
He once thought that it was his Xin Zhuo's entrepreneurship, breaking the soil to build the country, Being king and emperor is his final destination.
Unfortunately, this world is not a feudal society, but a war between heaven and earth, humans, demons and all races. The chaos and monsters in it are more exciting than the fantasy novels he read in his previous life. He has to think of ways to climb up, and in the future he will He didn't know where to climb, maybe...
Until he could talk to the family some other time, find the girl in white, find a secret place, and live forever?
He watched for a long time, he didn’t even know the outcome, it was no longer important.
Take Xiao Huang and continue on the road.
On the twenty-seventh day, we arrived at the Holy City that was more than 40 years ago. Unfortunately, large areas of weeds had grown out of the ruins of the Holy City. Ruins, broken walls, rocks, and dead trees were piled up, creating a desolate scene that no longer existed. The glory of the year.
According to passers-by, stone gambling has continued in the past few decades, but it has nothing to do with this place.
I wonder where Li Guangling and Gou Xianzi went. Could they have been killed in that fight?
Forty-five days later, we arrived in the Kingdom of Zhou.
How long has it been since you last set foot on this land?
Ten years have passed in Kuling Mountain, one year since returning to Xuantian Sword Sect, more than a year from Weiyang City to the Holy City, and forty-two years since Langxian Town, which is more than fifty years.
Isn’t Ji Yu, the little emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, probably in his sixties? The sacrifice to the spirit showed that he was already in the Yinxu realm. If his appearance had not changed, he might have grown a beard and could call himself an old man.
Xin Zhuo smiled. When he got here, he was no longer in a hurry and took Xiao Huang for a stroll.
Along the way, I saw that the Zhou Empire was very large. The state capitals along the way had strict criminal laws. Soldiers, merchants, scholars, and warriors were relatively peaceful, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
Jiangshan is managed well.
Occasionally, I would rest on the roadside and drink a bowl of herbal tea. All I saw and heard was how wise and powerful your Majesty is today. He defeated the Song Dynasty in such and such a year, defeated the great capital in such and such a year, and devalued the country in such and such a year. Corrupt officials.
Just listening, Xin Zhuo felt something was wrong. The current emperor seemed to be less than fifty years old, which did not match Ji Yu's age. Changed the emperor?
I wanted to ask, but how do ordinary people know about the royal family’s situation? Who dares to call the emperor's name?
Continuing on the road with full of doubts, we arrived at Ping'an County, 200 miles away from Gyeonggi West Road. Yes, this is Ping'an County at the northern foot of Fulong Mountain, which was robbed repeatedly by a group of bandits. Somehow it was Moved here.
At this moment, the county town is in a mess, and the people are in crowds, wanting to cry but without tears.
Looks like you were robbed again?
Xin Zhuo looked around and asked a man on the roadside: "May I ask, what's going on?"
The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "I don't know where a group of bandits came from. , claiming to be King Xinzhuo of Fulong Mountain, had just entered the city to rob. They brought down a group of government officials. They didn’t steal money or kill people. They smashed everywhere and paid for the money after the beating. Now they are running away. It’s really strange. They are not afraid of death in the capital of Gyeonggi.”
Xin Zhuo and Xiao? Huang looked at each other: "?"
(End of this chapter)