Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 80: Cicada’s shell

Many skill beads are driven by the huge spiritual power, and they fuse and roll, just like the collision between particles at the beginning of the creation.

After half a day, the lavender [Hundred Styles] and many skills merged into the purple [Thousand Styles].

But not yet...

"The number of styles is just a quantitative change, a kind of strain. The real source of power is not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change, so..."

Xia Ji clenched the fingers of his right hand.

The purple skill bead was oppressed by the river of spirit and began to collapse and change.

Just like a star is being compressed.

Pressed for a long time.

A day and a night.

The skill bead showed a deep purple with light gold color, but it was not stable.

This is not a mysterious art, but it is the most suitable move for you. It transforms other people's ideas, and then creates it according to your own thoughts. Once created, the power that can be exerted is far beyond the same level. move.

But even so, it is difficult to form, and there are still some things.

What is it?

Xia Ji breathed a sigh of relief and lay back in the cold hall.

"A chance that came from my heart."

He understands.

The mysterious style is natural, but if you want to create a mysterious style that belongs to you and best suits you, in addition to accumulation, in addition to spiritual power, you also need a power that comes from the bottom of your heart.

Strength is the blood energy of the muscles, bones, and skin, and is the essence.

Qi, the eight meridians Dantian, is Qi.

Spirit, for God.

But other people's gods are someone else's after all. Even if they are completely digested and transformed into their own, the original intention is someone else's after all, and there is a trace of incongruity. This is an outer god.

Therefore, even if the three blood Buddhas stand all over the body, they are still separated by mountains and seas.

And if you want to achieve the ultimate in creation, you need the true God.

It takes an opportunity.

I adjusted my breath a little and walked out of the main hall. The sun was shining outside the hall.

...

End of February.

Under the city.

Xia Ji stretched,

Eight hundred dead soldiers followed him south. These dead soldiers were not robots. They naturally accepted Xia Ji's spiritual imprint early, and their strength was greatly improved under the guidance of this legendary warrior. Is to open the way as a scout.

Although some dead soldiers have been defeated in the previous battles, as long as their mental strength is strong enough, they can "absorb those who are willing to become dead soldiers" into this token.

Among the newly added dead men, there are thirty people who are strong in the imperial capital rivers and lakes and even in the underground world. But suffering from nowhere, after receiving Xia Ji's spiritual imprint, he followed him.

Except for an old man who was driving, the dead men had already spread out long ago. They need to inquire about the information, detect the surrounding situation, and then quickly return to inform the owner.

Xia Xiaosu stood on the bridge to bid Xia Ji farewell.

The wind is the spring breeze.

The princess trimmed the collar of her brother's shirt, and then put a pair of danqing in his arms. The brother said that she wanted her to see her revenge for herself.

After all this was done, the two separated, and Xia Xiaosu said, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Xia Ji said: "If you have never seen my body, no matter how you spread it, don't believe that I am dead."

"Got it..."

"This time I went south, I just weighed how high the sky was and how thick it was. I have always been confined to the surroundings of the imperial capital, and I have never gone out for a walk. This trip may take a long time."

"I know..."

"This time I go south, I will figure out everything, the number of destiny is different, the fate of destiny is different, the martial arts is extremely poor, and the death of my mother, if I can't fulfill my filial piety, then I can always take revenge."

Speaking of that woman, Xia Xiaosu's mind flashed scenes of warm scenes. The scenes of spring, summer, autumn and winter were woven into pictures, intertwined, and now they turned into heavy drumsticks beating the memories. Drum face, let people tremble.

She hugged her brother and wanted to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, she turned into: "The Emperor, Concubine Wan, Concubine Zhen, the Empress, and the Second Prince, Third Prince, Fifth Prince, Eighth Prince, these are People's luck is very good, it's simply too powerful, brother, be careful."

Xia Ji was stunned for a while, then got on the carriage.

Xia Xiaosu boarded the tower to see his brother away.

She always felt that her brother was weird today, but maybe it was because she had been reclusive during this time, and there were too many words to say when she said goodbye, so that's why?

"This road is destined for my elder brother to walk alone. Since my elder brother always says that I am poisonous milk, there is only so much my younger sister can help you today..."

Xia Xiaosu sent the car shadow away, and it wasn't until she disappeared at the end of the road that she waved her hand: "Go back to the palace!"

The elder brother has the way of the elder brother.

She also already has her way.

In this life, if you don't become a king, you will be a dead bone in the tomb.

A group of waitresses turned into foxes followed her.

In a few days, more monsters will come.

And she still needs to meet with many aristocratic families in the imperial capital, even those outside the imperial capital. Some aristocratic families have already revealed that there may be some powerful people trying to marry.

In this marriage, it was not Xia Xiaosu, but her brother.

In this case, she has to take a good look at how big these big forces are, and whether those marriage partners are eligible to become her brother's concubines.

But Hu Xian'er also told her that these big forces are really big...

Xia Xiaosu suppressed the cowardice in her heart.

This road, trembling with fear, is like walking on thin ice in the abyss.

...

Xia Ji put down the curtains, it is a very long journey to go 8,000 miles.

The wheel hub drove off the road of the imperial capital, and the driver was an old man who pretended to be a son.

As soon as he left the city, there were many spies who reported the information to the various forces. Seven days later, the carriage stopped in three cities, but there were already unknown how many spies were secretly chasing after him.

In the third city, Xia Ji opened the wing door after drinking in the inn. As soon as he entered the door, he exploded into a cloud of black smoke.

The smoke dissipated, revealing the appearance of killing, and the black fox rubbed his head in distress, "It's a waste of time to pretend to be him every day... It's been so long, and the sight that should be disturbed has also been disturbed. , you can go back, and if you go further, I am afraid that you will attract some kind of opponent."

She is just a vixen. Although she has some ways, she usually acts in the dark. Now she is dressed as Prince Shenwu and goes south, which is really like sitting on pins and needles.

Fortunately, His Highness let her play for seven days. After seven days, she can return to the imperial capital. Otherwise, she really doesn't know what to do.

However, at this moment, a thunderous voice came from the street: "Daguang Temple is dry, please see Prince Shenwu."

Killing:...

Then, she felt a terrifying aura enveloped the entire inn.

Obviously, the people here are very strong, and the Famenke of the Daguang Temple has died of the demon clan. Even if she has mastered the Tianhu transformation and is almost showing the law, she does not dare to go down to fight, not to mention that she is a demon, if she plays the role of Shenwu The prince was discovered, and what awaited was endless follow-up criticism. If it wasn't for her being extremely good at controlling demonic energy, she might just have been discovered here.

The black fox king looked at the bronze mirror, and cheered: "Killing, you can do it."

So, she imitated Xia Ji's tone and said coldly: "I'm tired, I won't see you today."

The monks on the street didn't care either, "I will wait for His Highness here when I see it."

After all, he sat cross-legged on the street where people came and went, with no distractions, as if the light from the sunset on the horizon was integrated into one, the relics of Guangming Temple should not be lost, and he came to ask for it.

It's getting late.

...

So where is the real Xia Ji?

He was standing in a Buddhist palace at this time.

Stand quietly in front of the bookshelf reading the scriptures.

It was late at night, and there were no monks in the scripture pavilion.

The moonlight fell, revealing the plaque hanging in front of the Buddhist Palace, with the words "Da Guangming Temple" written on it.

In order to be able to come here, he spent a lot of energy.

First, he went to ask the old tree demon on the seventh peak of Mount Sumeru, and the tree demon said, "Because Your Highness is an odd number, I can't see His Highness's anger, but because of His Highness's murderous heart, it will be everywhere you walk. Leaving black qi in the eyes of those looking for qi." After several experiments, he finally used his powerful mental strength to restrain this "killing intention", and then let the black fox king transform into his own appearance as early as a month ago. In the deep palace, and he left the imperial capital and set foot on the road to find the Daguang Temple~IndoMTL.com~ As he expected, after the Daguang Temple lost in the battlefield of the Northern Demon Race, he sent monks to come to inquire before He followed the whereabouts of the monk secretly for a few days, and then deliberately gave the information that "Ku Wen is dead, and the relic fell into the hands of Prince Shenwu".

Afterwards, there were indeed monks in the Guangming monks who returned to report.

He quietly turned back with the monk.

Then I saw this ancient temple hidden in the mist in the deep mountains of the sea of ​​​​clouds and fog.

In the days of observation, as long as his ability is not exposed, he can completely hide his breath and observe quietly in the dark.

The Great Light Temple is divided into the Great Sun Palace and the Hall of All Living Beings.

The Great Sun Palace is on the top of the mountain, and here is the Hall of All Beings.

However, the ancient scriptures are not the same as the Xuan Gong, so they are stored in the Hall of All Living Beings and let the monks read them. In addition, no one can find the Daguang Temple. Although there are inspections after night, they cannot find Xia Ji in the dark.

He has read these scriptures for seven days and seven nights, and skill beads are generated one by one...

The inheritance of the Daguang Temple is not as good as the ruined Leiyin Temple.

In a dark place that no one knows, he has absorbed many inheritances of the Great Light Temple.

Obtained two golden skill beads [Bao Ri Tianzi Body].

Obtained a golden skill bead [Jiuyang Heart Sutra].

There are many other purples and blues.

So...

The spirit and energy have reached the extreme point.

With just one chance, he can create his own style, and he can truly ascend to the sky that has never been reached.

Considering that it was time to go south, he decided to pack up what he didn't see.