Chapter 515

Speaking of this, Hua Qianling couldn't help weeping: "it was the most difficult time. There is no real king in town. We were attacked by many clans. Among the hundreds of millions of people, most of them were killed and injured, but only a small part was left in the end... "

Hearing what the elder said, everyone was silent, including Ye Chen. Her heart was heavy. Yao'er was even tearful, holding Ye Chen's hands tightly.

From one domain to one city. How hard did the Chinese ancestors suffer? It's almost unimaginable. Ye Chen can imagine that the seven great Xuanmen and many clan families were infected with the blood of the Chinese people.

In particular, Nanli royal family is bound to be inextricably linked with it. That blood curse, even if it is not the first generation of Nanli Wang himself. It must have something to do with him. At least, Nanli royal family must know some inside information.

"Don't worry, elder. I'll settle with them slowly."

Ye Chen gently holds Yao'er's hand and says faintly.

"Qianling Thank you, my ancestors. "

When the elder heard the speech, his body trembled, then he worshipped him heavily, and his head touched the ground all the time. Behind him, many Ning Dan, all kneel down, sincere courtesy.

The hall is solemn, the atmosphere is solemn, only leaves dust stands there, eyes cold, murderous

Next, ye Chen lived in the spirit temple in the name of the true king of the Chinese nationality. Moreover, the lingmiao Temple began to Prepare ye Chen for the "grand ceremony of true king".

"The grand ceremony of Zhenjun is a grand ceremony for the clan to celebrate the existence of Zhenjun, gather friends from all quarters, offer sacrifices to ancestors, and announce the world. Mr. Zhang has become a true king, and he should declare to all quarters to promote the prestige of the Chinese nation. "

Big long old flower thousand Ling excited way.

True monarch is like a God, no matter in any strong clan, even in the seven great gates, the true king out of the body is very important. If a real monarch comes out of a sect, it is necessary to open the mountain gate and entertain guests for ten days and ten nights. If the small ethnic groups such as the Chinese go out of their way, they will pull the Chinese out of their way and become equal with many big ethnic groups. No one dares to look down upon the Chinese.

"A golden elixir comes out of the body and worships the Six Harmonies and eight wastelands."

Xiao Qingyu looks at Ye Chen jealously. Because ye Chen is the real king, the whole Chinese people should celebrate him. Ye Chen needs to do nothing. He sits there. Then all the elders shall give into his hand the supreme power of the Chinese.

But Xiao Qingyu knew that ye Chen deserved it. Without him, the Chinese people would have been flattened by the miyin clan.

"One day, I will become king."

Xiao Qingyu secretly clenched his fist and swore to himself. He had always been his follower's flower and jade. At this time, he followed Ye Chen, with a smile on his face, trying to get close to him.

The holding of the hall is in the charge of many elders, and ye Chen doesn't care. He idles around the temple all day. Several forbidden areas have been opened to him, and he can go in and out at will to read the oldest historical records of the Chinese people.

What he was reading at this time was the oldest secret policy of the Chinese people, which recorded ancient secrets that only the elders of all ages could see.

"It was the day when the mountains fell apart and the river dried up. Ten days later, there was a God and a man. God man is hundreds of millions of feet high, standing in the sky above the capital city. It speaks the words of heaven, and its words are bright, shining thousands of miles Since then, my family has no power. All the people of the clan lost their spiritual pulse and were unable to sense the aura. After another 300 years, the chains gradually loosened, and only then did new monks appear. "

For many people, this passage in ancient books is very difficult to understand.

However, in Ye Chen's view, this text clearly records the mystery of why the descendants of Chinese Xiuzhen could not practice. In particular, with the bundle of immortal rope in Yao'er's body, the answer is more obvious.

"What you say is what you say. It's a real magic power."

Ye Chen's eyes are dim.

In a word, the effect of mantra has been extended for thousands of generations. This kind of terrible magic power is not necessarily possessed by ordinary young people. Moreover, if it is not for the big hatred of life and death, there is no need for such cruel means.

Because, such a great magic power, the effect is so powerful, there must be a terrible reverse force.

"Who in the end is it, and the Chinese people's hatred? Do you want to let the Chinese suffer from this disaster even if you are fighting for the danger of the road breaking and the spirit falling forever and reincarnation? "

Ye Chen frowned slightly. He knew many kinds of magic and incantations that could achieve this effect. However, no matter which one of them was easy to do, he had to pay all kinds of costs, some even sacrificed his own life and sacrificed hundreds of millions of living creatures.

"No matter. No matter who did it, the king of Nanli must know. It may even be the mantra issued by Nanli king himself. They all said that the first Nanli king had already completed the real body of Lei Jiao, which was comparable to that of Yuanying. Shouyuan should have lasted for thousands of years, but it disappeared in the air when he was more than 1000 years old. There must be something strange in it. "

Ye Chen decided to find a time to go to Nanli Wangcheng and settle accounts with them.

There are several forbidden areas in the spirit temple.

There are those who store ancient books and books for practicing martial arts, some store elixirs and medicines, and some are dedicated to the magic weapons and weapons of our ancestors. The first few are very important, while the last one is not very important.The magic weapons of the forefathers of the Chinese people have often existed for thousands of years. If there were any spiritual treasures available, they would have been taken by the Chinese friars for a long time. Now, almost all the magic weapons that can't be used and have no effect are almost all those that can't be used, or even the broken swords of the disabled soldiers.

Ye Chen took it casually. Now, among these weapons, all aura has been lost, and only one shell is left.

He stood in the forbidden area, overlooking the rusty and dim shining treasure soldiers around him. At that time, these weapons were held in the hands of the real king and even the emperor of the Chinese nation. They fought with countless foreign powerful men in blood. They were powerful and powerful, and could level mountains and rivers with one blow. Now, but only quietly forgotten in the corner, no one knows.

"Well?

Ye Chen suddenly whispered, and his eyes fell on a broken sword. The broken sword was originally supposed to be five feet long, but now it is only half of it. It is covered with rust and dried black blood.

The reason why Ye Chen was surprised was that he felt a breath of incomparable arrogance and arrogance from the bloodstain. Although the breath was very weak, the master had died for thousands of years, and it still existed.

"This is The blood of Yuanying Tianjun! Is this broken sword the weapon of Yuanying Tianjun of the Chinese nationality

Ye Chen is surprised. He reaches out his hand to hold the sword handle. The golden elixir moves and injects genuine Qi into it.

"Boom!"

With the penetration of Zhenyuan, the broken sword roared, and pieces of rust fell off one after another, and suddenly bloomed with brilliant brilliance. With thousands of rays and auspicious atmosphere, it is crystal clear, just like the immortal gold. The wave of terror rises from the sword, just like the resurrection of a peerless God King, to crush the sky and shatter mountains and rivers.

"This is Xuanyuan sword? "