Chapter 683: The rise and fall of two thousand years In the 300th year of the Great Xia calendar, Emperor Xia died! The whole country of Daxia mourned, and Mang was honored as the saint emperor and saint... Because it not only brings incredible technology and martial arts, it also lives for more than three hundred years! And the other ministers, even the strongest princes of Daxia, lived only 198 years old, and had never broken the limit of two hundred years! Among the people, I actually prefer to call Mang the Emperor Wu! … "Hei, pay homage to senior!" In the Zhenwu Talisman space, the new human emperor in Daxia saluted respectfully. He has a dark face and ordinary facial features, and is Mang's great-grandson.
There is no way to live for too long. In his later years, he devoted himself to practicing, and did not marry or have children. All his sons and grandchildren were dead... Of course, he could only choose from more descendants. "I didn't expect... Mang would finally hand over the Zhenwu Talisman as the foundation of the royal family before his death?" Above the high steps, Fang Xing's figure emerged. “Senior.” Hei was shocked, but he didn't expect that there was such a demon god. Fang Xing shook his head and raised his hand. A stone tablet stood with two major effects of the Zhenwu Talisman engraved on it. Then, he said calmly: "I am ready to go into seclusion. Maybe it will take tens of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years... You can decide what to do next." He was satisfied when he came out to enjoy the game. It was time to go back to retreat and continue to practice hard to understand the great way of Zhenwu. By the way, wait for a new era to arrive! Anyway, this martial arts era where the strongest man can only live for two or three hundred years is obviously of little value. After that, he will not meet every host in person. Anyway, the rules are there, and let them explore the rest. Maybe... can these people give themselves a surprise? "Senior? Senior!" Watching Fang Xing's body disappear, Hei was immediately anxious. But no matter how he moves forward, he can't step up to the next level, as if there is a natural gap between the two. In the end, Hei had no choice but to bow to the empty stone throne and enter the cultivation space. He was so excited that he wanted to make a breakthrough in practicing martial arts and become a strong man like the Martial Emperor. At least, you can live for three hundred years!
… Fang Xing’s retreat and conscience actually blocked the space authority of outsiders and only left the other party a room-sized free space. Then, I rejected the temptation of fine wine, food, and beauties, sat cross-legged, and began to comprehend the Dao of Zhenwu. "Zhenwu...start from oneself, turtles and snakes intersect, and the seven stars gather... Yin and Yang yin..." I don’t know how long it has passed. When Fang Xing finally felt a little nervous, he immediately felt happy and prepared to give himself a three-year vacation and enjoy it. “Huh?” Suddenly, he found that the "Zhenwu Talisman" had fallen into an ancient tomb and turned into a burial object! "I became a burial fellow? What's going on?" Fang Xing was shocked and immediately looked at the 'surveillance video'. Since he was able to observe the outside world of Zhenwu Talisman, he has been turning on this function and still storing it. At this moment, scenes of history appeared before him: "The second generation of Xia Emperor's 'black' is normal. He cultivated to a state comparable to that of the 'Zhenwu Talisman' and suppressed the world for three hundred years. Then, before he died of old age, he passed the throne and the Zhenwu Talisman to the 'Jiu'..." "Jiao is a martial arts madman. He has fought for countless duels in his life. He kills people in his hands. He is a tyrant... but he still ruled for three hundred years." "The fourth generation of Xia Emperor was addicted to enjoyment, but his martial arts were abandoned and he lived only two hundred years old... But at least he could repair it, and the Great Xia Dynasty could continue..." "A thousand years later, when Emperor Xia 'Qing' came to Emperor Xia, he turned out to be a seed of infatuation. He told his beloved concubine Si the secret of the 'Zhenwu Talisman'... Then the 'Zhenwu Talisman' was stolen... At this time, Daxia had suppressed the world for more than two thousand years, and various contradictions were piled up to the limit, all relying on the royal family to suppress it..." "But without the 'Zhenwu Talisman', Emperor Xia is no longer a master who can suppress everything. After barely supporting it for decades, the Great Xia perished..." "The 'Zhenwu Talisman' was fought for by all parties, but by chance, he was taken away by a tribe member of the 'Si'. This person had no ambitions. After practicing to the 'Peak of Original Martial Arts', he retired and built a tomb for himself... Let the 'Zhenwu Talisman' be buried?" “Unknown years have passed until now.” "Daxia... has died?" Fang Xing shook his head, disagreed. I am used to seeing the sects in the Qingyuan Realm that have been passed down for millions of years, as well as the civilization that has remained unchanged for millions of years in the Great Xia Universe. He was really moved by the sudden sight of such a mortal race that died in hundreds of years and a dynasty that was destroyed in thousands of years. "I don't know how the martial arts outside are developing now?" Fang Xing fell into deep thought. Although he can now see through the Zhenwu Talisman and observe the outside world, he is limited to the short distance where the Zhenwu Talisman is located. The detection range has not exceeded the ancient tomb yet, so naturally I don’t know how the outside world has developed. But he was not in a hurry, knowing that he would always see the light of day again. … Room!
A few years later, a sudden wave of the earth shook in the ancient tomb! "Oh? Is it an earthquake?" In the Zhenwu Talisman, Fang Xing nodded. Natural disasters such as earthquakes, wind disasters, and floods are the most susceptible to the "way of heaven". This is destined that my "Zhenwu Talisman" will be born. Chala! One rock wall collapsed, most of the original mechanism traps of the ancient tomb were scrapped, and a giant tripod rolled down and smashed out. A few days later. Several people with agile figures, like big horse monkeys, touched into the ancient tomb. "Brother? Do you think how much money we can make this time?" A man in black with a sling-like eyes and pale skin looked at the boss. Their "Jiangchuan Three Dogs" make a living by robbing the tomb, and the three sworn brothers each have their own unique skills. For example, the boss, Mai Long, has extremely smart eyes, and all the underworld objects and burial objects have been identified by him, and there is no possibility of leaving the treasure. The second child is Du Sha, a triangular eye "grave digging dog", who practices a pair of "ground-breaking hands", and digging graves and robbing tombs is very sharp. Finally, the third brother, "Xiaotian Dog", Gou San, is the youngest, but he has the highest martial arts skills and has the technique of "listening the wind and distinguishing taste". No matter what mechanism there is in the tomb, he can easily detect and dismantle it... Hearing Du Sha’s question, he wore a dark eye mask and only had a one-eyed dog, Mailong, whose eyes were covered with brilliance, shook his head: "It’s hard to say... In our Jiuzhou style, warriors will use magic weapons or martial arts secrets to bury them. If they dig them, they will become rich. We all started because of this, so there are no need to say more... But before Jiuzhou, there were several dynasties, and those nobles liked to be buried in the dragon’s cave and earth veins, and buried a large amount of gold and silver. Once one is dug out, they will be rich and powerful..." "But I see that big tripod outside does not look like the style of Dayuan and Dakang... it is a bit like the ancient times." "The ancient times before the Yuan Dynasty? That was ten thousand years ago, right?" Xiaotian Dog Gou San sneered: "In ancient times, it was the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood. If we dig such a tomb, we would lose to death. The bronze cauldron outside might be able to sell for iron prices..." Tombs in ancient times were indeed not very good, which is recognized by the tomb robbers. After all, those ancestors were very poor! Very poor! Even an iron tool is regarded as a treasure. If the value of archaeological and literary is not calculated, such tombs will lose one loss if they are dug. "Third brother, don't be so rude at other people's house." Although Mai Long thought so in his heart, he still scolded: "After all, in ancient times, when Emperor Wu was alive... In theory, the major sects in our Jiuzhou must recognize this "first ancestor of martial arts." "The story of Emperor Wu, I grew up listening to it, but I just felt like it was made up... The Emperor Wu was born to know that there were gods who taught him. Whether it was iron smelting, animal husbandry, planting, weaving, or martial arts, he could learn it without a teacher. What he did not say that he could even have a baby?" Gou San sneered: "There is also the Daxia Dynasty. Every emperor happened to awaken the 'Tianhuang Martial Arts' to suppress the powerful people of the world... he didn't make drafts. I have also seen a few ancient martial arts books, all of which are extremely shallow and require special 'fruit and blood medicine', which should have been abandoned long ago..." Low upper limit, high consumption… This is what ancient martial arts feel to today’s warriors.
Mai Long nodded, his eyes could still clearly identify objects in the darkness, and he unlocked several remaining mechanisms: "We will arrive at the tomb owner's room soon. Let's cheer up, we can't get over the wind and waves, and we will fight in the small puddle... Even though most of the tombs from ancient times were average, there were some... Well, it was very average. This time we were making two hard-earned money." Mailong spat and threw out a fire broker. Seeing that the fire in the main tomb was still there, he nodded: "Very good... The earth dragon turned over and dispersed the turbid air of this tomb, and he could move freely without maintaining the 'breath holding power'..." The three of them walked into the main tomb chamber and saw various carvings and murals on the walls under the fire. They all shook their heads: "It was indeed from ancient times, or from the Daxia Dynasty's ancient tomb... This is a huge loss." However, this kind of burial mural will roughly tell the life of the tomb owner. As a cultured, capable and knowledgeable tomb robber, you will basically take a look. “It should start from here…” Mai Long found the first mural: "The owner of this tomb was born from a noble family, and should have been from a royal family of the Great Xia Dynasty... and then he was selected into the palace? No, it should be someone in the family who was selected into the palace?" This mural and carving have been ruined after ten thousand years. Even with Mailong's eyesight, he could only look at it: "Then it is to fight and kill ferocious beasts..." "Someone took something from the palace... Damn, why is this mural gone?" Gou San looked around: "It should be that the earth dragon turned over before, and just destroyed these pictures..." "Oh, let's get rich by raising the coffin." Du Sha came to the middle of the tomb, looked at the sarcophagus, and his hands suddenly came out, grabbed the lid of the coffin: "Open it for me!" (This chapter ends)
