"Does it hurt..."
Concern from a young boy in the human world...
After so many years, I finally met a human race other than immortals. It was not only unexpected, but also kind.
Does it hurt? It hurts...
Xin Zhuo moved his body with difficulty, murmured, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Are you a noble in the world?"
The little prince's eyes were filled with tears: "I don't dare to call myself a noble. I am the prince of Jiu Ming Kingdom." No more, everyone has food to eat, everyone has clothes to wear, and the Nine Kingdoms know that Grandpa Zhenwu is guarding them, and the emperors of all generations dare not slack off or betray the gods."
"Okay!"
Xin Zhuo sighed: "The world is not easy. Cherish the present. In the future, you must be a good emperor and know how to care for the people. Humans are not ants. Not everyone can be slaughtered casually. Just remember!"
He really felt it.
In this world of vicissitudes, everyone has the right to live and live in peace, without being threatened by life or death, right?
He said waving his sleeves: "Go!"
A gentle wind swept up the little prince and his group, and they quickly headed north. The surrounding scenery changed. When the sight was focused again, it was already After crossing the nine mountains, he returned to Jiu Ming Kingdom and landed on the bustling streets of the imperial capital.
The little prince staggered to his feet and had not yet recovered from the magical spell that had blinked a hundred thousand miles away. But looking at the bustling streets in front of him, the dignitaries drunkenly living in dreams, and the bullies and bullies, he thought about the collapse of the world. In the desolate plain, the Zhenwu God was dejected and seriously injured on the bloody hill.
The strong and sharp contrast made him lose his mind, and he knelt down with a bang, bursting into tears, but his voice was extremely firm: "Gods, don't worry, I will stick to my heart throughout my life, and I will be a diligent and caring emperor. I only hate... life." And humble, unable to help the gods..."
The voice was too loud, attracting sideways glances from all directions. Soon some people recognized him and knelt down one after another.
The little prince had already stood up, and his voice was crisp: "Go back to the palace!"
......
Spring passed and autumn came, and it was the beginning of spring again.
The emperor of Jiu Ming Kingdom passed away. The sixteen-year-old prince, wearing a dragon robe, climbed onto the sacrificial altar and proclaimed himself emperor. He looked ahead, enjoying the worship of thousands of ministers and ministers and the shouts of long live the mountains, but he did not dare to ask for help. Big, respectfully saluted in the direction of Zhenwu God, Pray devoutly: "The gods of Zhenwu are above..."
Just after saying these six words, a huge, disillusioned cloud suddenly appeared in the northern sky. It was as unpredictable as a small world. Three of them The figure staggered towards him.
“Martial Immortal?”
The expression of the minister who was good at martial arts changed suddenly.
For hundreds of years, the true energy has withered, and there are no powerful martial immortals in the world. Where did these martial immortals who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth come from?
As soon as he finished speaking, three figures had landed on the sacrificial platform, all wearing ancient robes with blood stains on their bodies.
A middle-aged man, a young man with a golden crown, and a woman in Taoist robes who still have charm. Although the three of them did not show their domineering aura, their invisible aura still made the entire imperial city breathless.
The little prince had seen the "True Martial Gods" before. In comparison, these three people seemed very weak, so he boldly asked: "Dare you ask these three..."
Then The young man with the golden crown suddenly interrupted, his tone was extremely weird: "Why do you still exist?"
The little prince and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were confused and were in a daze. Why do you still exist?
The middle-aged man asked in a different way: "The immortals are raging. It is said that the Nanyun Spiritual Realm has fallen for hundreds of years. You mortals are not dead? Why did the immortals keep you alive?"
The little prince suddenly understood, He cupped his hands and said: "The Zhenwu gods of the south have been guarding the world for hundreds of years. The people of the nine countries live and work in peace and contentment. I don't know three of them..."
The three martial gods couldn't listen to what he said next, and their faces were full of worry. Shocking and ridiculous.
The young man with the golden crown grabbed the little prince's wrist and asked in disbelief: "Explain clearly, who are the true martial gods?"
The little prince let him hold him and said in a deep voice: "Zhenwu Tianwang deity who protects the human world, is there any problem?"
The young man with the golden crown let him go, and the three martial immortals looked horrified and staggered back: "Is he still alive? Where is he?"
The little prince pointed to the south: "South of the nine mountains, the gods..."< br>
Before they finished speaking, the three of them had already disappeared without a trace, like arrows flying thousands of miles away.
……
“Hu——”
As the breeze blew across his face, Changsheng Zhibei felt the long-lost wind without the smell of blood blowing on his face, his expression extremely complicated.
On the side, Prince Zhi and Taoist Cihang looked equally confused.
It has been more than four hundred years since the Xianwu War began, and all areas of the human world have been beaten to pieces and disabled. There are wars and smoke everywhere, and millions of people have been starved to death. Every three steps has a human bone, and every five steps has an animal bone.
Although the world has tried its best, relying on the great formation and the obsession to never give up, resisting year after year, it is still retreating, and the land has been lost mile after mile.
Especially three hundred years ago, more than 200 quasi-immortal emperors from Wuwanghai were scattered in various regions. The pressure of Wu Xuan soldiers in various regions doubled, and they soon fell into a situation where human lives were exchanged for time.
That’s right! Since three hundred years ago, the human world has no power to fight back at all. It can only rely on the blood energy formation to passively defend, and then retreat step by step uncontrollably.
Wuxuan soldiers died one after another, and the immortals almost became an irresistible nightmare in the world!
Finally, I became anxious. There was a quasi-emperor in the world who came up with a plan. All the Wu Xuan soldiers swallowed the elixir, pulled out the seedlings to encourage growth, and destroyed the foundation. There was no other way. In the end, they just barely blocked the decadent situation, and soon they were gone. Used.
Then, most of the Wu Xuan soldiers turned to the demonic path and resisted the demons. It was indeed effective at first, but over time, they were defeated again, causing heavy casualties.
There were also a large number of warriors who committed suicide and used their own blood to refine formation flags and chariots, but they only lasted for a while and were quickly conquered by the immortals.
Over the past three hundred years, every conceivable method has been used, and every method that goes against one's conscience has been tried, to no avail! Decadence was inevitable, Wu Xuan soldiers died one after another, and the corpses could not be buried every day!
Countless sung and tearful stories are constantly being staged and spread throughout the realms; countless tear-jerking heroic spirits blocked the immortals with a death wish, and were then killed into flesh and blood. The most pitiful ones are those warriors born in the past three or four hundred years. They have never enjoyed peace since they were born. Because of their talents, they have been cultivated and cultivated from the mother's womb, just to resist the immortals in the future, and then they die layer by layer.
Just three years ago, traitors appeared among the warriors in the world who were under great pressure and suffering. Yes, they chose to surrender, and then they were driven by the immortals to attack their own clan. When these people entered the Immortal camp in the early stages, they became extremely ferocious.
They dealt with their own people even more ferociously than the Immortals. It seemed that only by killing more of their own kind could they find a sense of belonging among the Immortal's slaves.
How toothless is this?
Despair and helplessness fill the world!
Although there are amazing and talented masters such as Ye Miaojin, Mengzhi girl, Yun Zizai and Wei Yifeng who fight in all directions and dominate the world.
Although more and more warriors have entered the realm of Little Yuan Lord and Great Yuan Lord, and have strong combat power...
But they still cannot stop the decline!
They asked for help from the Void Realm many times along the way, but the "Tiance Palace" had long since ceased to care about world affairs. The most powerful half-step emperors had been besieged by the immortals for hundreds of years. The outcome was still uncertain, and life and death were unpredictable!
The quasi-emperors Baixugong, Liufeng, Mengzhaoxuanzun, Wushan Shenjun, the ancestors of the Chen family, the ancestors of the four great saints, etc. are no longer able to govern the "Tiance Palace" and are scattered among various Domain fighting.
The world is like this, so what?
A month ago, Western Confucianism and Great Confucianism were the first to fall, making it the second large region to fall entirely after Nanyun Lingyu.
Immediately afterwards, the entire territory of the Northern Hell God Territory fell!
Then the entire territory of Donghua Mingyu fell!
The only remaining martial arts masters, guarding the remaining people, retreated step by step to the Xiniu Sanctuary, where the Buddhist soldiers were fierce, and to the Central Domain, where the five emperors' soldiers protected them.
The immortals killed and plundered everywhere along the way. The lives of ordinary people were worse than pigs and dogs. They died tragically one after another. There were even tragedies of thousands of boys and girls being turned into pills by immortals. The brave warriors spared no effort. If you rush forward with your life, you will die in a pile.
The world is like this, so desolate, and there is little hope...
A few days ago, the three of them, together with the seventeen little Yuanzhu and the five big Yuanzhu, protected millions of mortals from the Ziwu River. , retreated to the Xiniu Sanctuary, but were attacked by three heavenly kings, twelve marshals, and one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals from the Nine Heavens, Mountains and Seas.
It was almost a one-sided massacre!
The common people were harvested, and the warriors were almost extinct. The three of them were at their doom. By chance, they broke into the barrier that blocked the Nanyun Spiritual Domain. Fortunately, Prince Zhi knew how to support the King of Qing, and forcibly Break open, break into this domain, treat a dead horse as a living horse, perhaps the most dangerous place is the safest.
But, what did they see?
It is rumored that the Nanyun Spiritual Realm, which has been lost for hundreds of years, is still there! ! ! !
This was almost like thunder, and it made them heartbroken!
Xin Zhuo, who has been guarding a region for more than three hundred years, still hasn't fallen?
How did he do it? !
It is said that Nanyun Spiritual Realm is the closest to Jiutian Mountain and Sea. Xian Ni sent 67 quasi-immortal emperors that year, plus the previous 15, a total of 82 quasi-immortal emperors guarded it. This number Accounting for almost one-fifth of the quasi-immortal emperors in Jiutian Mountain and Sea, what kind of power is this to destroy the world?
You must know that in other domains, even one more quasi-immortal emperor can sweep them all away, causing them misery and despair.
Eighty-two! !
He alone...
Blocked? !
No wonder that in recent years, the other side has not had as many quasi-immortal emperor masters as expected, otherwise the various domains would have fallen at least a hundred years ago.
However, the world is shattered and everyone is in danger. Who will pay attention to whether the other party has more or less quasi-immortal emperors?
Nanyun Lingyu is still there now!
Thinking of this, their brains were almost filled with blood, and they rushed towards the nine mountains like flying, glanced around, and rushed out from a gap in the middle.
Looking more miserable and desolate than other areas, the mountains and rivers were all over. The three people's hearts trembled at the sight of the world reduced to ruins.
Continuing forward, with their cultivation, they quickly saw clearly the ruins of the human world——
The setting sun was like blood, the earth was auburn gray, and the mountains of corpses stretched for thousands of miles. A sea of blood, broken flags, and broken soldiers were everywhere.
At the end of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, a mountain of blood is still as stable as a stone.
There is a person sitting in the blood on the top of the mountain. His long hair is disheveled, his body is cracked, one leg and one arm are almost missing, and he is seriously injured, but he is still standing like a green mountain. A pair of eyes are looking straight ahead.
At this moment, the endless celestial soldiers rushed from the front. He raised the bloody sword and slashed it with one sword. The mountain of corpses became a little higher.
He seemed to have been sitting there for a long time. I stood tall and tall, and the immortals could not cross the thunder pool.
Nanyun Lingyu has been abandoned by the world, but he has not abandoned it. He has guarded it for hundreds of years, refusing to give up an inch of land, living up to heaven and earth, and living up to the common people!
His back suddenly looked infinitely taller.
Tears blurred the eyes of Prince Zhi, Changsheng Zhibei and Taoist Cihang. They were by no means emotional people after fighting bloody battles for hundreds of years. It was just that... each of them insisted on defending one territory. Even if they were seriously injured, they would not give up!
The world is withering, Xiru, Beiming, and Donghua are all lost. Nanyun, who has long been forgotten, is still there because of him!
Who in the world can compare with him?
They bowed deeply and it was completely unspeakable.
At this time, a weak and aged voice was heard saying: "Long time no see!"
The three of them were shocked, raised their heads, and were speechless for a long time. Yes, it's been a long time since we last met, but the world has actually regarded you as a dead person.
After a while, Changsheng Zhibei couldn't help but choked up and said: "Brother Xin, let's go!"
Xin Zhuo squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth: "Let's go?"
< br>Changsheng Zhibei completely lost his mind and became angry. He said in a voice: "The world has been lost!"
Xin Zhuo had no strength to speak, and coughed a few times with difficulty, as if to comfort and encourage: "Who said we lost? We didn't lose, it's just... …haven’t won yet!”
Changsheng Zhibei and the other three were completely shocked by these words. We have not lost, but... we haven't won yet?
At this time, Xin Zhuo suddenly waved and threw three powerful quasi-emperor weapons, three pieces of immortal armor, and three fleeing shuttle fairy treasures: "Leave!"
The three of them After being stunned for a moment, he found the end of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of him, and slowly walked out of the six The figure of the Tao, the Six Paths are unparalleled, more terrifying than any quasi-immortal emperor they have seen in these years. With every step they take, the color of the sky and the earth changes, the sun and the moon lose light, the earth shakes, and a murderous, fierce, and violent force Luo Wuliang overwhelmed them so much that they couldn't breathe, and they were instantly as small as ants.
Six of these six quasi-immortal emperors, any one of them might be... capable of killing an entire region, right?
The next moment, a gentle and majestic power of Hunyuan stood in front of them and said gently: "Go, see you again if we are destined!"
Six characters are like the sound of heaven.
They flew back in the air until they reached the nine mountains in the distance. The next moment, the world hundreds of thousands of miles ahead was completely obscured by a powerful storm of murderous intent, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Even if they stay, they will die!
“King Zhenwu!”
The three of them bowed deeply, never having been so pious for a moment. (End of chapter)