Chapter 39 A snap of the fingers, a thousand years passed! (Part 2)
The second most recent emperor...
Under the bright yellow light, Lu Chen was stunned and a little lost.
How could he not know what the Near Emperor Ranking meant?
In front of the nine-day killing boy who was the seventeenth emperor of Jin Dynasty, he had to keep low and be a child. The second emperor of Jin Dynasty was the second one, but that was beyond his imagination.
"After only a few hundred years of practice, he has reached such a height. His talent is so high and his fortune is so profound that he may even surpass the Taoist priests of the Tianzong back then..."
The ancient trees swayed, seeming a little regretful, but also seemed to have a different meaning:
"It's a pity that those who have been punished since ancient times have not met a happy end. You don't need to compare with them..."
"No need to compare with it?"
Under the ancient tree, Lu Chen sat down again. He pressed the seal with his hands and said calmly:
"Whether you can compare or not is one thing, whether you have such intention is another matter..."
The wind blows the leaves, making a rustling sound.
Lu Chen closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the complex emotions surging in his heart.
Whenever he was upset, he would always analyze the reason and find out the root cause that touched his heart.
At this moment, he clearly captured the source of his confusion.
Witnessed with his own eyes that Yang Yu, a refugee from Biancheng, unified the mountains and seas, conquered the four fields, defeated himself, became a human immortal, and took away the long river of martial arts...
And now.
He couldn't even remember how many times he had withdrawn.
He has always been a man who knows how to move forward and retreat, just like when he kowtowed to Emperor Qin, followed the example of his descendants, and forced Zhang Xuanba...
When advancing, even if Jiutian Shatong is ahead, he dares to fight bravely; but when retreating, even if he is unwilling to do so, he will still retreat.
But that doesn't mean he has no concerns.
On the contrary, every time he gives in, his heart becomes depressed. The root cause is still the precept he upholds.
'Can't help it...'
After sitting quietly and adjusting his breath for a long time, Lu Chen still felt depressed. He knew that this was due to the influence of Jiutian Child Killing, and more importantly, jealousy arose in his heart.
We are both born in mountains and seas, but my three thousand years of practice is not as good as others' one hundred years...
He had a long and arduous path, and the long river of Wen Yang martial arts that he had worked so hard for, was taken away by someone else...
I had been a child for two hundred years before I came back to kill Jiutian and kill the boy, but he had not yet reached the threshold of the Eight Extremes, and the latter, with his body of Jiuyao, was already the second most recent emperor...
All kinds of thoughts were surging in his heart and he couldn't suppress them. Lu Chen stopped suppressing them and just felt them quietly, letting his emotions rise and fall.
Finally, it turned into a sigh:
"This is probably the difference in the world, right?"
"Mountains have heights, waters have depths, there are people outside of us, and there is heaven outside of heaven. For those of us who practice, it is enough to conquer ourselves."
The bodhi leaves moved, and the ancient tree looked at him calmly, as if it could sense the unrest in his heart:
"It seems that you are still affected by Jiutian. He has a very heavy heart for gains and losses, and a very heavy heart of jealousy..."
"No……"
Lu Chen just shook his head, but his expression softened:
"Jealousy is jealousy, why blame it on others?"
With a breath of turbid breath, Lu Chen seemed to have temporarily let go. He stretched out his palm under the ancient tree, and strong flames ignited from his fingers.
The flame glowed with green light and seemed illusory. Even the falling leaves could not be ignited, but Lu Chen's fingers began to melt like candles.
"Um?"
Seeing the green flame, the ancient tree seemed to frown:
"You don't have the Taoism for thousands of years, and the magic power of the Nine Heavens, it will be difficult to come back again... What do you want?"
"Using my ten thousand years of Taoism as fire, my ten thousand years of magical power as firewood, burn my body and temper my bones and talents!"
Lu Chen's words were concise and to the point, and he did not discuss it with him, perhaps because he was afraid that he would regret it.
Before he could say a word, along with Jiutian Killing Boy's seemingly frightened and angry voice, raging flames engulfed Lu Chen completely, and the firelight shone through the entire dark space.
The ancient Bodhi tree looked at all this calmly, with some admiration in his eyes.
He heard the sound of Lu Chen sighing leisurely in the flames. It was Shanhai slang, and its meaning seemed to be:
"I believe in fate, but I don't accept it!"
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Huhuhu~
Between the sea of clouds, there seemed to be a lone boat passing by.
Yang Yu stood on the deck, overlooking the large islands in the endless sea. He could feel the heat coming towards his face even though they were thousands of feet high in the sky.
This is extremely strong martial arts blood energy, the most yang and the most strong.
But this aura does not come from one person, but from millions of warriors performing martial arts on the entire sea area and various islands.
Compared to the mountains and seas at the moment, Longquan Realm is like the ancient fairyland. Its resources, especially rice, grain and meat, are almost priceless.
Therefore, in less than two hundred years, the spread and development of martial arts in this world has overtaken the world of mountains and seas.
Not counting the rank masters who also practice martial arts in the various holy land sects, nor the many secular countries in the four seas and five continents.
In the sea area where Martial Arts Sect is located alone, there are more than twenty-three Martial Saints!
This is a prosperous age of martial arts that has not been seen in the mountains and seas for three thousand years!
"Martial arts, manifesting the sage..."
Yang Yu looked down at the endless sea, chewing the above words in his mouth, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, seeming to realize something.
Boom!
But above the sea area, there seemed to be thousands of blazing flames rising into the sky, and the mighty blood and energy intertwined, blowing the loud shouts of countless warriors into the sky:
"Disciples Han Jiu, Yuan Ben, Zhu Xi, and other disciples of Wu Dou Sect, please greet me respectfully and watch the master's Dharma drive!"
"Welcome to the Patriarch!"
"Welcome, God of War..."
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On Wudou Island, there was a heat wave, and countless disciples of Wudou Sect poured out of the door.
Either in the city or in the wilderness, they greeted them with shouts.
On top of the majestic city, Han Jiu and Yuan Ben bowed to greet them, and the next moment, Yang Yu's aura echoed throughout the entire sea area.
He didn't say a word, but no matter who it was, they could feel his arrival, and immediately they all stood up involuntarily.
"call!"
After crossing ten thousand feet in one step, Yang Yu landed at the top of the city and glanced at Han Jiu, who had an upright attitude. Yang Yu already knew whose idea this was.
"Guanzhu..."
Han Jiuben was quite excited. When he noticed Yang Yu's gaze, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.
"well done."
Yang Yu didn't like to be greeted by people, but he knew what Han Jiu had done in the past two hundred years.
"Many, thank you very much, Master."
With just one word of praise, Han Jiu suddenly felt that his bones were lightened by two ounces, and he was so excited that his words trembled a little.
This means that the viewer has complied with his request.
"There is no need to worship any mountain to practice martial arts, but the martial arts sect should indeed have a mountain gate!"
Buzz!
As soon as you say it, the scenery of heaven and earth changes!
Yuan Ben, Han Jiu suddenly raised his head, only to see that beyond the island, water in all directions was boiling and rising hundreds of feet into the sky.
Then, amid bursts of roaring and shaking sounds, a majestic sacred mountain rose from the bottom of the sea, pierced through the mist, and reached the sky.
Its divine light is brilliant, centered on this sea area, spreading vertically and horizontally, attracting countless gazes.
But none of them looked away when they touched the person who climbed to the top of the mountain.
"call!"
At the top of Wudou Mountain, Yang Yu looked far into the distance, looking back at the surrounding wilderness. After a few seconds, he sat cross-legged.
When I get up again, it will be a thousand years later!