The Great Ruler: My Mother is the Empress

Chapter 40 I will definitely dig up the graves of chaotic bodies in my next life!
The moment he saw Mo Fan's face, Duan De recognized who Mo Fan was.

There was no way he could not recognize him, since he had accidentally discovered this ancestor during an "archaeological excavation" a year ago.

Over the past year or so, Mo Fan’s face, image, and deeds have been circulated throughout the Eastern Wasteland and even throughout a large area of ​​the ancient Big Dipper Star.

Although he had only fought in a few battles in his life, each of these battles established his unrivaled and supreme demeanor.

It was precisely because he recognized Mo Fan that Duan De felt so depressed at the moment.

A Chaos Body that has already stood at the threshold of the Path of Slaying, and a Son of the Emperor who carries an Emperor's weapon with him——

Even though he had collected and swindled many treasures over the years, in the face of such absolute strength, he had no room for resistance at all.

The most important thing is that Duan De feels guilty.

That is, he had "excavated" the dojo of that ruthless man, and now the son of that ruthless man was standing in front of him——

He couldn't help but be afraid.

The Heaven Devouring Demon Jar is a thing made of two parts. The most ruthless person in ancient and modern times turned his own body into blood mud to make the body of the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar. It already has the strength to resist the extreme emperor's weapon and is even more powerful.

The lid of the jar is even more domineering than the jar body, because it was made by a ruthless man using his own head.

Although the head accounts for a small proportion compared to the entire body, it is a vital part for every person and its significance is completely incomparable.

The jar lid made from the emperor’s head!

He could only pray that this ruthless prince would consider it a merit for him to deliver the goods personally by chance and let him take some treasures.

Duan De naturally knew that not long ago, Mo Fan relied on the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot to suppress the two great imperial weapons, the Hengyu Furnace and the Void Realm.

Both of the two most powerful families have suffered setbacks, so even if Duan De surrenders, it is not shameful.

In the end, Mo Fan still kept Duan De's pants, out of consideration for the Emperor of Heaven who lived thousands of years ago, and to give his old friend some face.

But Duan De was really rich. He had just plundered everything from Duan De's body, and found many things that caught Mo Fan's eye.

And you should know that Duan De’s most important treasures are usually hidden in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Duan De said with a bitter face: "If I had known that it was you who was in the Chaos Body that day, I would have personally come to your door to apologize. Alas..."

His face was filled with regret and he looked extremely painful.

He knew that these things had been snatched away by Mo Fan and he could never get them back, just like when he had stolen other people's things in the past.

Duan De, who had been cheating, robbing and smashing things, finally experienced what it felt like to have his things robbed.

Then, he looked at Mo Fan with a bitter face and said:
"Look, my 'archaeology' that day was also for the purpose of studying history, and my attempt was at best unsuccessful. Plus, you stripped me of my clothes, so we can stop here, right?"

Duan De had a miserable look on his face and looked at Mo Fan pitifully.

Mo Fan's eyes flickered as he said, "If I let the Taoist go, I can't guarantee that he won't cause me trouble in the future. After all, a thief can only steal for a thousand days, but you can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days."

Duan De heard this and immediately understood what to do. He bit his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and smeared it on his forehead:
"I swear here that I will never touch any treasure related to the emperor's son, Lord Mo Fan, in my lifetime. If I break this oath, I will suffer a heavenly calamity."

He vowed without hesitation.

Mo Fan casually sent those treasures into the Sea of ​​Bitterness. The things on Duan De's body were all treasures that could be praised in the universe. Although he couldn't use them -

But it is enough to send it to the little girl to entertain her. Who knows, the little girl might wake up one day.

Then, he released Duan De's "Drawing the Ground as a Prison" power and said, "Since that's the case, Taoist Prisoner, please step down."

Duan De was overjoyed, and quickly used his divine power to conjure up clothes, saying, "Goodbye, goodbye."

As long as my life is saved, it's good.

Duan De has already escaped tens of thousands of miles away, and the sky is silent.

Blue sky and white clouds floating.

An unscrupulous Taoist priest who wanted to cry but had no tears roared in his heart: “Chaos Body Mo Fan, you kid just wait for me, I will not dig up your grave in the next life, and I will take your surname!!”

He knew that he would not be able to take revenge in front of the Chaos Body that was destined to become an emperor in this life. Moreover, he had just made a vow, so he would not be able to do anything to Mo Fan in this life.

I can only be cursed until the next life.

In the next life, I must dig the grave of the chaotic body!

……

The Immortal Palace, the core place deep in the former Wanchu Holy Land——

There, the fairy light is bright and the chaos is like the sea. A huge white waterfall is falling, and every ray of it is heavier than Mount Tai. The divine light is dazzling, reflecting a pure land with fairy air curling around.

There are many towering mountains here, but they are generally not high, no more than five hundred feet, and appear very delicate.

The trees are undulating and have various shapes. Some are like ancient wolf forests with dense vines, while others look like lying cows, which are very cute.

Although this place is full of vitality, it is lifeless, which is very strange and gives people a feeling of death.

Mo Fan opened a sealed stone house. It looked primitive and rough, very simple, as if it was built by wild men in the mountains.

When you walk into the room, you’ll feel hazy at first glance, as if there’s an inexplicable energy flowing.

"Wanchu Holy Tower."

He looked up and saw a resplendent fairy tower floating in the central core area. It was brilliant with fairy light and majestic. It was as chaotic as the sea, with both clear and turbid air surging. It sat in the middle of it like an eternal deity.

That was the holy weapon left behind by the great saint who founded the religion thousands of years ago, and it is also one of the important foundations of the Immortal Palace today.

Mo Fan recited sacrificial scriptures and communicated with the Wanchu Holy Pagoda. This was Wanchu’s secret method, which could summon the legendary holy soldiers.

"Boom!"

The aura of the ancient great sage is pervasive, and the sound waves of the Tao are deafening!

Gray chaotic air currents fell from the vast sky one after another. Each one was as thick as a mountain, grand and heavy, like a series of falling rivers from the sky.

On the sky, at the end of the Chaos Divine Waterfall, there is an independent small world, where chaotic energy surges, earth, fire, wind and water rotate, nine stone tablets guard it, and a crystal chaos pagoda trembles, creating the world and crushing the ages.

A majestic atmosphere is overwhelming, upright, peaceful, and vast. It does not have an aggressive power, but has an inviolable sacredness and solemnity.

This is the Great Sage's Dao principle. Although it does not contain any murderous intent, it is still unbearable.

If he was not born in harmony with chaos and had not the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot in his body, it would have been difficult for him to get close to this great sacred weapon.

The Wanchu Holy Tower is a weapon used by an ancient great saint to prove his truth. It has remained immortal after countless years and has been passed down to this day. It can suppress and kill all the great enemies in the world.

It slowly descended, its aura becoming more majestic, dazzling, and having a primordial aura.

It gave Mo Fan a very comfortable feeling.

The Wanchu Holy Tower fell down, gathering all its pressure and sinking into Mo Fan’s hands.

This great saint weapon is made of a sufficient amount of Chaos Stone. It is an alternative continuation of the life of the ancient great saint.

That great sage inherited some of the heritage of the chaotic body Wang Bo from the mythological era, and even opened up another path based on his heritage, becoming a great sage. It can be said that he was extremely talented.

This holy weapon contains the great sage's life-long principles and methods, and is of great use to Mo Fan today.

The Wanchu Holy Tower is no more than nine inches high. It is crystal clear and bright, with flowing fairy light, just like the most beautiful work of art. It has thirty-three floors, and each floor is engraved with countless patterns and marks.

It is simple and natural, with flowers, plants, fish, birds, the sun, the moon, the stars, dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, ancient gods, etc., all of which look lifelike and seem to be able to break through the wall.

It is inscribed with the Dao Principles of Heaven, densely packed and endless. Each strand is extremely profound, expounding on the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and is the essence of the holy way of the ancient great sages.

If an ordinary person can comprehend a little bit of it, it will be no problem for him to become a king in the future. If a great king can comprehend it, it may not be impossible for him to become an immortal saint!

He held up the Wanchu Saint Pagoda in one hand and the Chaos Grinding Wheel, his own instrument of enlightenment, with the other. There seemed to be a connection between the two, and they were rotating like chaos, with the original rhyme of the Tao, the mother of all things.

(End of this chapter)