I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 149: The Emperor's Sword Appears, the Martial King Protects the Way

Zhou Mu was kicked out of the memory fragment - he didn't know what this senior did.

But since such an important person has agreed, he certainly can't fail to do the job, right?
My thoughts returned to Tietou Mountain - the top of Zhongshan Mountain. The tombstone in my hand was still simple and vigorous, and it seemed that there was no special change.
But Zhou Mu could sense that the domineering wills, auras, and gazes in the sky had all quieted down at this moment. They were quiet and well-behaved, like little kittens.

'Bang, bang, bang!'

After knocking on the tombstone three times, Zhou Mu, who looked like a candle dragon, raised his head, stared at the dull old monkey and the projections of the True Kings, and said with a smile:
"You are all so aggressive, do you want to be buried here with Tianzun?"

The not-so-loud sound echoed in the sky, and the projections of the True Kings were awakened from their daze, and their hearts suddenly felt cold!

Ji Fa, wearing a bronze mask, looked around in confusion—Tian Zun?
You call Yuanshi Tianzun "Tianzun"?
Well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

just
Ji Fa swallowed his saliva, thinking that this brat was crazy. The tomb of Yuanshi Tianzun?
How is this possible?

Did he carve it on his own initiative in order to scare away people's gazes?

most.

Just like this
It might be able to fool numerous powerful creatures in a short period of time, but over time, it will definitely be exposed!!

Yuanshi Tomb, Yuanshi Tomb.
It is very simple to verify this.

Ji Fa's thoughts turned in a thousand turns, the sky was still dead silent, and the projections of the True Kings dimmed, but then became bright again - obviously, they all left for a short time to report something to some existence.

at this time.

Tianjiao City.

The middle-aged man stared at the Zhulong standing on the top of Zhongshan Mountain, and the tombstone that looked simple and vigorous, but had nothing special about it.

He clenched his hands unconsciously, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead:
"Master, it's impossible."

The middle-aged man spoke to himself confidently, but the fear in his eyes could not be washed away no matter what, and he had the urge to run away.

He stared fixedly at the Zhulong that claimed to be the Yuanshi Mausoleum, and at the Yuanshi tombstone that he didn't know whether it was real or fake.
The sky was dead silent. No True King responded to Zhulong's question. Everyone was silent as a cicada, waiting.

………………

Now in Foshan.

The Bodhisattva guarding outside the Maitreya Temple stumbled in:
"World Honored One!"

"The Southern Dynasty has undergone a shocking change!"

The old Buddha, holding a large staff and sitting on a high place, opened his eyes:

"Nanchao? What's going on?"

Buddha exhaled:

"It was Zhulong who established the Zhongshan Mountain in the mortal world, and then placed a tombstone on the top of the Zhongshan Mountain. On the tombstone."

The old Buddha frowned slightly.

"On the tombstone, there are six characters engraved: [Tomb of Yuanshi Tianzun]. Zhulong said that he was following the order of Yuanshi Tianzun to build Zhongshan Mountain to guard the mausoleum for Tianzun!"

The calmness on the old Buddha's face disappeared, and he stood up holding the big stick:

"impossible!"

"That's it!" Buddha said with a horrified expression, "My shadow is in the sky above the Bell Mountain, staring at it!"

"impossible."

The old Buddha shook his head again and looked outside the palace. Although he had great cultivation, he could not see the scenery of the Southern Dynasty like the True King Bodhisattva.

After a long while, he said firmly:
"There must be something fishy about this matter. That supreme being will never appear in the world again."

"At least, it will never happen again [now]."

"Just wait and see how the Southern Emperor responds."

"Yes, Lord Buddha."

………………

The imperial capital of the Southern Dynasties.

In the imperial palace, inside the seventy-two-story hall, the Southern Emperor, wearing a mask, sat quietly cross-legged, his face and figure could not be seen clearly.

Outside the palace, the true king came:

"Your Majesty, something happened."

The True King pursed his lips, looked shocked, and narrated what had happened on the border of the Southern Dynasty.

"Oh?"

The Southern Emperor opened his eyes and walked slowly to the main door of the palace. He stood still and did not walk out.

He frowned:
"Why is Marshal Ma acting on his own initiative? Didn't I ask him to serve me well?"

The true king smiled bitterly:

"Marshal Ma also has good intentions and wants to make the Candle Dragon work for Your Majesty."

"Confused."

The Southern Emperor shook his head slightly:

"Let him come back, and don't interfere with the things there anymore. No matter whether the Yuanshi Tomb is real or fake, you must not explore it. In addition."

"Also, let Marshal Ma beat back all the peepers completely. He will solve the trouble he caused himself."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The True King responded respectfully, but hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Are you really not going to investigate at all? I suspect that Zhulong is probably bluffing. The Tomb of Yuanshi is really absurd."

"I know."

The Southern Emperor spoke calmly:
"This candle dragon has a strange origin, as if it was sent by Zhu Jiuyin himself, but it is full of doubts. This kind of creature involves secrets, so the best way to deal with it is to keep a distance from it, so..."

The words were not finished.

The Southern Emperor froze suddenly, and took several steps back. The True King quickly stepped forward to support him:
"Your Majesty, is your headache coming back again?"

The Southern Emperor closed his eyes and did not answer. It was a long time before he spoke.

His voice suddenly became cold, his eyes were dim, and his tone changed drastically from before:
"Pass on my order and order the monkey to attack Yuanshi's tombstone to find out the truth."

The True King was confused, but did not dare to disobey. He drafted an edict, and the Southern Emperor pointed at it. The edict flew out of the palace and disappeared in an instant.

After the purpose flew away.

The obscurity in the Southern Emperor's eyes disappeared, and he no longer staggered. He signaled the True King that he did not need to continue supporting him.

He lowered his eyelids and pondered for a long time.

This is how he said:
"Take this Daluo Zuqi and go to Zhongshan in person. If something unexpected happens, try your best to see if you can save Marshal Ma."

As he spoke, the Southern Emperor handed a tin staff to the True King. After thinking for a while, he peeled off a thought from his own body and forcefully attached it to the staff.

The staff emitted a strong golden light.

"Go, go."

The True King received the order and strode out of the palace.
But when he was leaving the palace, the strong golden light on the tin staff that symbolized the Southern Emperor's will suddenly dimmed and became only a faint light.

The true king left.

The Southern Emperor watched him leave. The mask looked dark and obscure in the dim light of the palace.

………………

On the top of Zhongshan Mountain. Under the gaze of the True King projections, a great decree fell from the sky. The old monkey's expression of doubt and uncertainty calmed down again, he let go of the black knife and received the decree with both hands.

After reading the order.

The edict in the old monkey's hand shattered into light, and the kings watched in confusion - what was the Southern Emperor's edict ordering this immortal monkey to do?

In doubt, the old monkey took a breath, holding the black knife, and opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes and saw the rolling sea of clouds for thousands of miles, the surging river thirty thousand miles away, the water curtain reaching the sky. He had a clear view of Zhongshan Mountain, and the golden light in his eyes enveloped the entire Chenmu Mountain Range, swirling with a mighty roar!
"The tomb of Yuanshi Tianzun?"

"Whether it's true or not, I'll know once I try it!"

The black knife glowed, and the light pierced through the sea of clouds. Ji Fa's face changed color, and he thought to himself that this was not good. Others might not understand, but he was certain that the brat was bluffing!

The black knife slashed down, splitting the sea of clouds into two, and a long river of stars was pulled up behind the knife, pouring down together.

The Twenty-Four Villages were dead silent. The goddess sitting on a turtle at the temple entrance turned pale with fright, and the inconspicuous scholar picked up the scroll.

"end."

At a command, the black knife that was bringing down the galaxy waterfall suddenly stopped, and the brilliant galaxy also froze. An old hand blocked the black knife.

It's a little old man wearing a bronze mask.

"It's indeed the human race."

The old monkey understood the essence of the old man's power and said calmly:
"Zhulong has come to the world, but the True King of the human race is accompanying him?"

The kings looked at him in surprise. The little old man held the black knife, his palm cut, and a trace of the true king's blood flowed, with rays of holy light in it.

He smiled:

"Losing the sword at Zhu Long, is the Southern Dynasty trying to provoke Zhu Jiuyin?"

"Just to test, is the Tomb of Yuanshi real or fake?"

The old monkey looked down calmly and said:
"This matter is of great importance and must be verified. I am not trying to embarrass His Majesty Zhulong. As for you, I don't care which human king you are, or whether you are new or from the Five Kings City."

After a pause, the monkey retracted the black sword, with strands of Taiyin evil wind flowing over the sword. He held the sword across his shoulder and said:
"Without this sword, you are no match for me. Back off and I will spare your life."

Zhou Mu pursed his lips, his expression gloomy. Senior Yuanshi agreed, but the tombstone had not changed at all, and there was no mystery on it.
He reflected that he had never picked up anything from Yuxu Palace, nor had he ever offended the old man.
It shouldn't be a case of drowning yourself!

Zhou Mu's heart sank.

At this moment, in the sky.

The little old man wearing a bronze mask chuckled softly.

He sighed:
"Are the youngsters nowadays so arrogant? When I was walking on earth, not to mention you, even your ancestors a hundred generations ago might not have been born yet!"

Many True King projections who were watching quietly were surprised and puzzled. They all knew that this old monkey was very old. When the ancient Flower-Fruit Mountain had not yet become a sacred place for the demon race, he was the Monkey Marshal of the Flower-Fruit Mountain.
Who is the true king of the human race?

Which old man is immortal?
The old monkey's expression remained unchanged, he just shook his head:

"Stubborn."

The black knife shone brightly, and the image of a black turtle appeared on it, with Taixuan water flowing through it, and the knife fell.

The galaxy is like a waterfall.

"Stubborn." The old man also said so.

‘Clang! ! ’

Zhou Mu heard the sound of weapons clashing and saw endless white light, spreading from the sky to the ground, in all directions.

This is a light that can be seen from the northern border fortresses billions of miles away.

‘click’

There was a cracking sound.

The white light faded a lot, and Zhou Mu's eyes were pierced red by the light. At this moment, he forced himself to look against the light and saw blood falling. He saw the old monkey flapping its wings and stumbling back.

I saw four extremely clear cracks on the black knife, which was a sacred Taoist treasure.

As for the little old man, the bronze mask on his face shattered at some point, revealing his old face, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

The long sword is simple and majestic, with a raised back and four sides of the sword, one with flowers, birds, fish and insects, and one with the sun, moon and stars;

On the reverse side, one side depicts people praying and chanting, and the other side depicts mountains, rivers and plants.

The hilt has two sides, each covered with mysterious scriptures.
One is the technique of farming and animal husbandry, and the other is the strategy of unifying the world.

"That is."

The True King projection was horrified:
"The Great Luo Ancestral Weapon, the Human Emperor Sword."

"King Wu, Ji Fa!"

The world is slightly silent.

The Five Kings City of the human race has survived until now, not only because of the hostility between the two dynasties, not only because of the courage of the kings of the human race to fight to the death, not only because of the protective aura hanging over the Five Kings City,

It was because of King Wu Jifa.

A legendary figure who rose at the beginning of the era, was on good terms with countless ancient immortals and gods, and was assisted by countless ancient immortals and gods.

Even the kings and saints of the demon clan have to call you senior.

Thousands of miles away, Tianjiao City.

Middle-aged people are stunned:
"King Wu."

He pursed his lips, lost in thought, as if recalling the time when he was still a superstar.

"It turns out to be Senior Wu Wang."

The old monkey touched the cracks on the black knife with heartache and said politely:
"I was disrespectful before."

Ji Fa's expression was calm. He lightly flicked the sword of the Human Emperor. The sound of the sword, accompanied by the prayers of thousands of people, shook the world.

He said calmly:

"Following the order of Yuanshi Tianzun, protect the Candle Dragon and guard Tianzun's mausoleum."

The kings were silent, and no one had any will.

It is ridiculous that Zhulong received the order from Yuanshi. The two parties have no connection at all. But, King Wu Jifa?

As we all know, the majority of King Wu Jifa's subordinates were disciples of the Yuxu Palace.

The old monkey lowered his eyelids, squinted his eyes and said nothing.

Just at this time.

From the horizon, a tin staff fell, accompanied by a faint golden light.

'when! ’

The staff is holding things down, and the Buddha’s light shines for thousands of miles.

At the moment when King Wu Jifa was suppressed by the tin staff, the old monkey grabbed the black knife and chopped it down suddenly.

"Even if King Wu is the witness, the Yuanshi Tomb may not be true!"

The black knife fell and hit the monument.

The knife broke.

As Zhongshan Mountain was torn apart and rubble rolled, a coffin that had existed in the belly of the mountain since the beginning of the era finally saw the light of day.

(End of this chapter)