Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 278: Virtuous helper, sectarian system

The waves are rippling, and a boat sails.

In the cabin...

"The most terrifying thing is the mirage. No matter who it is, if he encounters the mirage, he will die without knowing it."

"Why?" the companion on the side asked curiously.

"Because, when you were burned, you were still hallucinating."

After the warrior surnamed Jin finished speaking, there was silence around him.

Suddenly someone asked, "Where's the Dark Emperor?"

The warrior surnamed Jin said: "Uncle said that only when you go to the depths of the robbery can you meet the Black Emperor, but because everyone who saw it is dead, so I don't know.

But it is said that this black emperor was a prince of the previous dynasty more than a hundred years ago. "

"How could the prince become a bad omen?"

"How do I know such secrets."

"Brother Jin, you know a lot... Now if you go to the north, you need to pass the test of Linjiang Prefecture and obtain the order to cross the river. You have to take more care of the brothers."

"Of course, my uncle is the patrol captain of Linjiang Prefecture."

While several young warriors were chatting, the ferry had already docked.

Xia Ji walked past them, spent a few days buying a lot of supplies, stored them in a nearby private manor, and then rolled his sleeves into the storage space.

After doing all this, he went back the same way to the underworld transfer station he set in the south of the Yangtze River, and then returned to the overseas island - Xanadu.

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On the island, Xia Ji took out all the supplies.

The Pang Yi couple quickly came to start restocking.

Xia Ji asked casually, "Where is your senior brother?"

Pang Yidao: "Elder brother and sister-in-law went to the Waste City Jedi together. Senior sister took the dog and the dog to the dessert Jedi. They didn't come back."

Xia Ji nodded, he knew both.

Abandoned Jedi is full of giants with knives, even if Feng Chuxue does not have a Jedi Order, he can go in and explore the periphery.

Dessert Jedi does not match its name at all. Although there are many desserts in it, it is a place where "horror events" occur from time to time, so Xu Lingling grabbed the Jedi Order and entered, and only dared to be at the outermost edge Activity.

In today's forbidden land, both the slaves and the Wu family from a hundred years ago have already completed their transition. They even began to forget their original identities, and intermarriage between the two parties occurred in the younger generation.

Xia Ji said: "Xiao Yi also needs to work hard. People have no far-sighted thoughts, and there must be near-term worries. This world is not so easy to live."

"Got it, teacher."

Xia Ji suddenly said: "If the teacher is gone one day, you must protect the paradise and don't let anyone know about it."

Pang Yi hurriedly said, "How could the teacher not be here."

Xia Ji looked at him quietly.

Pang Yi nodded and said solemnly: "The disciple must guard the paradise and wait for the teacher to return."

"Thank you."

"The disciple is everything..."

"You and I don't have to say these words again."

Xia Ji smiled and walked back to his manor.

His estate is located on a low cliff, with a wide view overlooking the green fields that are always spring.

He walked lightly, walked to the door of the house, entered the door, and went around the arch again, and found that the push door of the study was open, and a small figure was sitting behind the door and writing something with a pen.

It is Lu Miaomiao.

Xia Ji walked forward, although his footsteps were not heavy nor deliberately restrained.

But Lu Miaomiao was so focused that she never noticed him at all.

Leveraging the golden sunlight cast by thousands of miles of clouds over the sea, Xia Ji saw that many books were stacked behind his wife, and there were two books on the table that seemed to have been written.

He walked into the study, but Miaomiao ignored him, but continued to think and write.

Xia Ji curiously grabbed a book on the table, flipped it slightly, and couldn't help being stunned.

This booklet was written by him.

The content is the dark purple and above profound arts in the skill beads.

He decided to write all of these powerful Xuan Gongs as an inheritance as a paradise.

The title of the book he grabbed at this time happened to be the skill "Eighteen Suppressing Prisons" that he first acquired.

He flipped through quickly, quickly reaching the end.

In the end, there was a lot of empty paper, but now it's full of words and some weird pictures.

Xia Ji looked at it carefully, and when he saw it, he couldn't help shaking his body. Even his eyes showed excitement.

He flipped through the book lightly, and when he read the last word, a black skill bead rose between his eyebrows.

This is the black skill bead corresponding to "Eighteen Suppressing Prison".

Xia Ji used it directly, and sure enough, "Eighteen Suppressing Prisons", which had not been able to break through the tenth floor for more than a hundred years, did.

He walked out of the study, walked into the sunlight, and raised his left hand at will. The left hand suddenly swelled, and his muscles and bones moved. After a while, it turned into a real black and golden giant hand.

The palm pattern of the giant hand is carved into a real picture of hell. There are hundreds of ghosts, walking slowly in the horizontal and vertical palm patterns, but most of them are crawling, thus presenting a bizarre picture.

Xia Ji remembered this method on the ninth floor, but it only made the palm bigger a few times, the strength was greatly improved, and the appearance of the first layer of the law was vaguely displayed on the outside.

But now, the hand is real...

He waved it at random, only to feel that not only was his strength increased, but there were other changes, but he couldn't try anything.

After thinking for a while, Xia Ji's right hand drew a "Ghost Talisman" in the void and shot it into the ground.

A moment later, a dark mass with some evil aura emerged from the ground.

When Xia Ji grabbed it with his left hand, he directly grabbed the black thing.

"Sure enough, I can grasp the spirit body."

He randomly stuffed the evil spirits back into the ground, and the summoned evil spirits were so frightened that they lost their souls and ran away in a flash.

Xia Ji's left hand returned to its original state. He returned to the study and opened the second book. This is also a mysterious art. Xia Ji turned to the end, and sure enough, the blank page was also full of handwriting.

After he read it carefully, a black skill orb rose again between his eyebrows.

He used it directly, and this profound art even broke through to the tenth floor.

At this time, Miaomiao stopped writing and stretched out in the spring, showing a tired look. When she saw Xia Ji, "Xianggong, you are back."

Xia Jidao: "Miaomiao, how did you write the mystery behind it?"

Miaomiao said: "These days when you were out, I came to the study to clean, and accidentally dropped a book. When I put it back, I flipped through it several times. Suddenly I felt that the book was a little incomplete, so I I made up for what was in my head."

Xia Ji was confused.

Miaomiao said: "I don't know what's going on, maybe you have been reading and writing books and teaching me to practice all these years. Although I haven't learned it, I have understood a lot of martial arts, and then I thought about it myself. After a lot, there is inspiration."

Inspiration?

Xia Ji was a little stunned, because this was not something that could be explained by inspiration, and he couldn't do it himself.

Seeing that Xia Ji was silent, Lu Miaomiao whispered fearfully, "Did I spell it wrong..."

As soon as Xia Ji looked up, she saw her tired little face.

He said, "That's right."

"Don't lie to me..."

"I didn't lie to you, you write so well, Miaomiao, you are a treasure."

Xia Ji took out a box of delicately packaged skewers from the storage space in his arms, still hot, "For you."

Lu Miaomiao grabbed the skewer and took a deep breath, "It still tastes like more than a hundred years ago~~"

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Spring, summer, autumn and winter, every year goes by.

The manor has grown old, with mottled stone walls and broken wooden chairs, obviously old houses.

In the study, the man and woman, who were still bi-ren, sat respectfully towards each other.

A pot of tea, two people drink, and if they drink up, they will take turns to add tea~IndoMTL.com~Write a book, which has become a common hobby of the two.

Although the days are ordinary, Xia Ji has acquired more and more ten layers of profound arts as time goes by, that is, the profound arts of the law body level.

In fact, this is already a bug.

These many bugs have been added to Xia Ji, so that the dharma body he can transform begins to slowly surpass the original limitations.

But contrary to him, Lu Miaomiao not only failed to break through any realm, but also began to become weak, and no matter what measures Xia Ji took, she could not recover.

This is not sickness, nor is it a curse of spiritual nature, nor is it poisonous. Xia Ji checked it by various means, but found nothing abnormal.

He also fed many precious pills, but these pills were useless.

Lv Miaomiao is like aging slowly. Although her appearance remains unchanged, she is more and more prone to fever and cold, and she also begins to become lethargic.

Although fields have been planted in the vacant land of Xanadu, Xia Ji still maintains the tradition of going out to buy supplies.

Whenever he went out, Xu Lingling or Xia Ji would not go anywhere, but accompany Miaomiao.

Time flies.

Perhaps in eternity, a hundred years is just a year.

After a hundred years, it feels like a year has passed.

Among the many methods of Xia Ji, all the skills above deep purple have already broken through the tenth floor.

And this brought him a third kind of supernatural power besides "flying knife" and "yin and yang" - seventy-two transformations.

In a nutshell, he has created a lot of Dharmakayas because of his profound arts. Although almost all of them are not full-body Dharmakayas, his control over his body has reached a level that no one else can imagine.

Quantitative change brings qualitative change.

This qualitative change is the "Seventy-Two Changes".

Seventy-two transformations can transform you into anything, but the corresponding duration is only one breath.

After you take a breath, you can become anything you want, whether it's people, animals, mountains, rivers, or even dust.

But take one breath away, and you'll be back where you were.

This is an incredibly powerful magical power.

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Because of the existence of Xiao Su, Xia Ji's understanding of the general situation in the world has not fallen.

The Great Zhou Dynasty had a far-reaching layout.

Xia Ji still remembers that at the beginning of the dynasty, they not only established a numbered city, but also provided free supplies for the residents of the city and the warriors who fought in the fire.

Later, they began to provide supplies to the registered "Da Zhou Wu Zhan".

Next, they began to divide the "Great Zhou Warriors" into nine levels. The higher the level, the more supplies they would get.

And later, after decades of precipitation, Da Zhou began to formulate powers and obligations for these warriors, and stipulated "service", and it was naturally impossible for the warriors to agree.

But at this time, the layout of Da Zhou came out, because Da Zhou had "recruited" a large number of influential warriors long ago, and installed a lot of Da Zhou's internal response, so this change was unexpected. is successful.

And now, hundreds of years later, the situation has changed again.

The reason for the change has something to do with Xiao Su.

Xiao Su is now the only one standing at the top of the country of ice and snow.

Or rather, she's behind the scenes...

She is a friend of the young gods,

He is the first pope who wears the crown of the priest and wraps himself in the robe of the Pope. Only his back remains as a mythical portrait in the Church of Wolf Snake and Death.

She has a relationship with countless major forces in the North, thousands of small countries, and nobles of the Rakshasa King Palace, or she is the leader of the forces, and many kings helped them baptize when they were young, and she is their godmother.

She successfully created an "invincible home field" area with the twelve golden statues, and established a detached behemoth-like force in that area.

After that, she began to actively promote the sectarian system.

In other words, people who have broken through to the eleventh realm are not allowed to serve in the imperial court, but can only enter the sect.

As long as you enter the sect, you cannot interfere with the operation of the mortal imperial court.

She is the rule maker.

Of course, this rule is also the result of her discussion with Xia Ji.

For a time, the Kingdom of Ice and Snow radiated a strong vitality.

Obviously, the "Zongmen System" is more adaptable to the development of the times than the original "Imperial Church System".

Imperial power does not need a strong person with a dharma body to dictate, and a strong person also needs a high-level cultivation environment.

Things gather together, and people are divided into groups.

To a certain extent, you are no longer a mortal after breaking through the eleventh level.

The idea naturally spread to Middle-earth over time.

After the fermentation of time, the millions of warriors of the eleventh realm who were originally "recruited" began to set up sects in groups. This timing was also coincidental, when the Zhou Dynasty was weak.

As a result, the sectarian system has really been implemented in Middle-earth, but it is not as clear as the north, but it is stuck in the pot, making a mess, and even there is a lot of fighting inside.

However, due to the ferocity of Huo Jie's oppression, the infighting gave way to resisting the outer Jie.

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As for the ancestors, Xia Ji once met Su Tian when he was out.

Su Tian looks very busy.

Xia Ji asked her, but she didn't say any more, she just said she couldn't talk about it.

Coincidentally, Xia Ji also encountered his own calamity cloud at sea.

Jieyun also flew away excitedly.

Xia Ji asked it, and Jieyun only said that he was very busy, but he couldn't say anything.

As time passed, Lu Miaomiao became weaker and weaker, soft and boneless.

She has very little time to get out of bed every day, and she has to be supported every time she gets out of bed.

One day, Xia Ji needs to buy supplies.

Miaomiao grabs him and asks him to bring some more skewers.

Xia Ji agreed~IndoMTL.com~ He put on a cloak as usual, passed through the transfer station in the underworld, walked to Jiangnan, crossed the Changyi River on a ferry, and went to Fengjing, the capital of Dazhou, to buy supplies.

It is early autumn now, and the smokyness of summer has not been extinguished. Everything is still lush, but it is covered with a little bit of desolation.

Xia Ji walks along the river bank, and early autumn is still the season of high water, so the turbid Yellow River water flows eastward, slapping the thousands of miles long dragon dam, making a grand sound.

Suddenly, a very unexpected voice came from behind him.

"Friends from the North and South, are you still alive?!"

Xia Ji stopped, calmly took out a putong mask from his arms, pressed it on his face, and slowly turned around, only to see an old Taoist priest with immortal style behind him.

The old Taoist looked at him with a smile, "Do you still know who I am?"

Xia Ji said lightly, "You're mistaken."