Chapter 682 Daxia Time is like water, and time passes. In the blink of an eye, decades have passed. Mang still looks like a young man, tall and handsome. But at this time, he was wearing a grand and gorgeous costume, and his aura was calm, like a mountain. His figure is an altar. The altar is white all over and is built very high. In front of Mang, there are nine huge bronze tripods. "Today... Mang here to announce to the gods to build the Great Xia..." Mang's voice roared like thunder, spreading all around, making the twelve kings and princes of Daxia, 300 generals, and tens of thousands of warriors behind him hear it clearly.
After decades of war, with feudal science and technology trees and the spread of "Yuanwu", a small tribe has continued to expand and become a "dynasty". And the original young man, Mang, also grew into a real emperor! Even because of his achievements in spreading science and technology, creating texts, and spreading martial arts, his reputation among the human race has become like a "Saint Emperor". Fang Xing was still in the Zhenwu Talisman at this time. His power was slightly condensed and he could slightly sense the outside world. But it is just a "sensation". It is still impossible to move the "Zhenwu Talisman". ‘But…this is a good trend, maybe it will be fine in the future…’ ‘If I keep sticking to this, maybe in countless years, I can escape from the Zhenwu Talisman and become a human being again? ’ ‘It is better to put your hope on your host than to put your hope on yourself! ’ ‘Although…they are all ‘me’…’ Fang Xing's eyes turned and saw the twelve kings and princes standing behind Mang. These are the twelve most powerful Great Xia warriors in the battle between Mang Dong and the West. Surprisingly, there are more or less mutants in them. Some of their bodies are covered with scales, some have blood-red eyes, and some have their arms become bird's claws... At first glance, I thought it was the demon clan who became a spirit. "Even if the 'yuanwu' suppresses a large number of bloodlines of devouring ferocious beasts, it will still cause the body to undergo certain mutations... Although it is benign, it looks a bit like a monster." Fang Xing has also sent all the bloodlines of the ferocious beasts he could collect into the Zhenwu Talisman to store and study... and some results have been achieved. ‘Although these ferocious beasts were born to understand Panwu’s great way, they were too weak…’ ‘Or…the world is too weak nowadays and cannot support too strong existence…’ ‘Whether it’s Pan Wu or I…have you all bet on the future? ’
At present, both sides can’t fight even if they want to fight to the decisive battle... Pan Wu cannot be resurrected! ‘However, these people absorbed the bloodline of ferocious beasts and represented twelve directions. Perhaps they could be named ‘Twelve Principles of Panwu’? Or ‘twelve Bodies’? All can be inherited from offspring...' Fang Xing thought silently, watching Mang Zhi return to his palace proudly. In fact, it was a wide abdomen brick building, and the banquet began to feast the ministers. The exquisite bronze wine is filled with wine, and all kinds of roasted beast meat, fruits and millet rice are also unique. "Today, my Daxia founded, and it depends on your efforts... I now define Daxia as the Human Emperor's fiefdom. In the rest of the land, all kings and generals can take it themselves and become their own fiefdom, which will be hereditary." Mang raised his wine jury, looked at the person below, and announced his decision. The population of Daxia is still too small, and it will not occupy much territory even after another hundred years of development. Therefore, after demarcating enough territory for the people of Daxia to live, Xia Mang began to divide the ban with great ease. “Thank you, Holy Emperor!” The princes and princes quickly saluted. “Father!” At this moment, an extremely heroic young man walked into the hall, carrying a ferocious beast like a saber-toothed tiger on his back: "To celebrate your becoming the emperor, I specially beat this 'sword and tiger beast' as a gift." "This is... the third prince's 'clock'? It's really amazing!" "You can actually fight for the sword and tiger beast, Yuan Wu has at least broken through to the fourth level..." All the kings and princes were exclaiming. Mang has nine wives and has given birth to seventy-two children. In the tribal era, it was natural for strong people to have many spouses. The bloodline of the strong should be passed down so that the tribe can become stronger! This Prince Zhong was born to Mang's third wife. He has been practicing martial arts since childhood and is very similar to Mang. "Father...I also hit a 'white spirit deer'!" Before the ministers could react, another handsome prince walked into the hall and left a white spiritual deer. The most surprising thing is that the white deer's skin, which is smoother than jade, has not been damaged at all. "It's the Sixth Prince - 'Shocked'!" "The white spirit deer represents auspiciousness, this is a great omen..." "The key is to kill the white spirit deer without damaging the precious deer skin..." … "Haha, you are all my good kids, come to the table." Mang Ha laughed loudly, full of complacentness.
Life is like this, what else can I ask for? "hehe…" In the Zhenwu Talisman, Fang Xing looked at this scene, but shook his head. … Time flies. More than fifty years have passed since the founding of Daxia. Around Daxia, three hundred and twelve vassal states have been established, just like stars surround the moon. This day. In the Daxia Palace. "kill!" The shouts of killing suddenly erupted. Teams of soldiers wearing metal armor rushed into the palace, but they were actually from two camps. Overnight, the two princes actually rebelled at the same time! Although Daxia was established, there are still many legacy of the barbarian winds from the tribal period. By challenging the strongest tribe to get to power, it is also a tribal rule! "kill!" "Kill the old man...the secret of his immortality is mine." "Father, don't blame me. If you don't die, how can I get to power?" The two armies led by Zhong Yujing. They easily killed the guards and came to the palace of the Xia Emperor "Mang" who had been negligent for many years and was said to have been in seclusion and were determined to comprehend martial arts. The two princes looked at each other, but did not merge, but nodded in a tacit understanding. Compared to decades ago, they now look very old, with half-black and half-white hair, and their qi and blood are declining, which is much worse than before. Room! The palace gate suddenly opened, and the young man's appearance walked out. Looking at this scene, he felt a little sad: "What are you two... going to do?" "Father, this is what you forced us." "Why can you enjoy the blessings of God alone and stay young forever?" Zhong Yujing roared: "Go!" The teams under their command hunted ferocious beasts all year round, cooperated with tacit understanding, and were all powerful warriors. At this time, I was very confident and took down Mang.
But this is not the case. "Shoot the arrow!" Arrows, carrying the strong wind, fell on the surface of the body, and three feet away, were blocked by an invisible wall, like a copper wall and iron wall. Swoosh! As soon as Mang moved his body, it was almost impossible for his naked eyes to capture his figure. He could only see a warrior wearing armor flying up. He was like a white line, killing him in front of shock. "Father...you?" The shocked face was distorted because of surprise, but in the end he laughed wildly: "Haha... You really have more than one hand, even if you are doing this to us... Haha..." "I don't...I just..." Mang's body trembled and he couldn't speak. He has the True Martial Talisman and can continuously break through martial arts, but others don’t! This is a secret that he didn't even share with his own son! In the 59th year of the Great Xia calendar, Prince Zhong and Jing rebelled and were pacified by Xia Huangmang alone. In this battle, Xia Huangmang showed enough force to suppress everything with one battle against a thousand. After this battle, the two princes were exiled, and the three princes and twenty-seven generals were expelled from the country for participating in the rebellion and killed tens of thousands. … Spring and Autumn have passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years have passed. In the Zhenwu Talisman space. A flash of light appeared, Xia Mang's figure appeared. But at this time, although he was wearing the imperial crown suit, he looked very old. Although the qi and blood are still strong, it seems that in the next moment, it will collapse like a dam breaking. "Why?" "Why? I still can't break through?" Xia Mang looked at Fang Xing: "You want to give me an explanation!" "Explanation? Well... Your martial arts are too rough after all, and there were some mistakes before. The foundation was not perfect and he had already reached a dead end... Otherwise, according to the limit, he should be able to live for five hundred years, instead of losing his merits and dying of old age in almost three hundred years." Fang Xing looked at Xia Mang's state and nodded. "You know everything?" Xia Mang was like an angry old lion: "Why didn't you tell me before?" "I said that in terms of martial arts, I can only provide rough guidance..."
Fang Xing shook his head: "Compared with your sons who are obsessed with the practice of martial arts, or are trapped before the threshold of mortals and are difficult to break through, you are already very good... You should realize that with the help of the Zhenwu Talisman, your martial arts have exceeded the limits of the times, otherwise how could you suppress so many rebellions by one person?" "What Zhong Hejing is... Do you know? I obviously haven't told you." Xia Mang was shocked. "Yes, your two sons strictly speaking, they all died because of your selfishness. Although you passed on the 'yuan martial arts' to them, they cannot break through a higher level until death to prolong their life... Isn't it normal to go crazy?" Fang Xing shook his head with a smile. After all, he was an emperor and understood that Xia Mang hid the Zhenwu Talisman and had never told anyone about this secret. If it weren't, he wouldn't tell anyone his golden finger. To be honest, if Xia Mangkeng shared the ability of golden fingers, Daxia would definitely be ten times more brilliant than now... But in the end, that's it. Fang Xing sensed something and knew that this was the limitation of the origin of the world. The world has not yet developed to that level, and even if it breaks through the limitations of the world, it cannot go too far... Therefore, he doesn't care at all. "You are not afraid. I will throw you back into the cliff, and will you never see the light of heaven?" Xia Mang took a step forward and suddenly knelt down: "Teacher... Please save me, I don't want to die. If the teacher is willing to save me, I will definitely regard Zhenwu as a true **** and replace the status of the god..." "What is the use of the faith of mortals to me?" Fang Xing laughed silently: "As for losing it, then you can throw it away..." Even if he can't move, his patience will last forever. What's more, he also has shares in the world consciousness, which can guarantee that he will be picked up by others in the future. This is destiny! Just like this world, martial arts are destined to be prosperous! As the world you have opened up, whether it is Panwu or Zhenwu, it is all martial arts! Therefore, in this world, martial arts is destined to continue to develop, the origin of the world continues to expand, and then it can gradually accommodate increasingly powerful warriors. In the future, it is not a false idea to carry mountains and destroy mountains and fill the sea! (This chapter ends)
