Chapter 595 Father and son, snowy night, dawn

Gu Bo is Emperor Tang, which originated from the incident of the palace change. If a book friend thinks there is still something he hasn't understood and hasn't figured out the relevant suspense, please tell me it out, and Lao An will make arrangements.

The underground cave fell into silence.

The old eunuch Wang relied on his qi to become a human-shaped glowing body, illuminating the cave. It also illuminated the expression on Emperor Tang's face, calmly and applauded: "Gu Bo will feel extremely proud of you, a smart son."

Wang Ce was not proud at all and moaned: "I really hope that my family will be as stupid as a pig at this time, that's better."

The road to heaven is hidden in the Martial God scroll, no wonder.

Wang Ce couldn't laugh, only full of sadness and depressedness. "The Road to the Sky", "The Cliff to the End of the World", "The God of Martial Arts", many people may think that the latter two are of boundless value.

In fact, the most important thing is the "road to the sky". The only treasure that can connect the nine continents and the world outside the sky.

Wang Ce suffocated for a while and let out a heavy breath. Everyone thought that the Martial God Book was made by the three major Martial Gods, but in fact it was purely speculative nonsense.

The Martial God Scroll is basically made of the gods. Judging from the hidden words above, it is basically left for the remaining gods or descendants of the gods before the gods were about to evacuate from Jiuzhou.

"The top of the martial god, the cliff of the end of the world"!

"The way of myth, the way to go to heaven"!

Wang Ce didn't know what the remaining sentence was, but he could guess it.

The Martial God Book is something that guides descendants of the gods to leave the nine continents and return to the gods.

Unfortunately, the preparations of the gods were vain. The three martial gods were too fierce, and most of the gods retreated, and the rest could not jump around.

Five thousand years later, as Song Wushen said, there is no pure blood god clan at all. Only two or three kittens "God Generals" will be dragged into the water by the divine grace that jumps up and down.

Wang Ce was dejected, but Emperor Tang held a playful smile: "Are you still scared at this time?"

Wang Ce said honestly and sincerely: "I'm afraid. I'm so scared."

Emperor Tang said in a silence and slowly, full of warmth and kindness: "You are Gu Bo's only descendant, and he will never harm you. Your qi is similar to this. You are afraid that Gu Bo will kill you if he awakens the ancient martial arts god!"

Wang Ce was silent.

Emperor Tang sighed softly, covered his mouth and coughed a few times: "On the contrary, your qi is not in Gu Bo's plan, it is purely a surprise. If you are willing to participate, your qi can help awaken the ancient martial arts god more smoothly."

Wang Ce scratched his head and looked up and looked straight: "If I don't, so what?"

Emperor Tang frowned, as if he was surprised. He looked at Wang Ce for a while and smiled bitterly: "Maybe Gu Bo has really done something wrong. He shouldn't have been separated from his son for so many years, and even the father and son are alienated and difficult to trust."

"Awakening the ancient martial god requires a lot of complicated preparations, the most important of which is the descendants of bloodlines and sufficient cultivation."

Emperor Tang was still eyes, and Wang Ce had no expression on his face. Seeing that he was indifferent, Emperor Tang was in a state of emotion, and coughed violently and said, "The Gu family has only Gu Bo and his son left so far. Gu Bo has insufficient cultivation, and with his son, he will be more confident."

Emperor Tang looked full of anticipation and gentle eyes. Wang Ce turned a blind eye and hummed without comment, not saying he was involved or not.

Emperor Tang was full of hope and shook his head helplessly and never mentioned it again.

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Wang Ce watched the ancient martial god inhumanely, even though the other party was the ancestor of his body.

With silence, responding to Emperor Tang's request, the three of them returned along the same route without saying a word.

Returning back to the belly of the mountain, Emperor Tang suddenly became as gentle as the night wind and whispered: "Now, the pattern of the four great emperors is prominent, and the only opportunity for the descendants of the Martial God to take revenge is here. Once you miss it, you will have to wait for another thousand-year reincarnation."

"The world regards you as the next flying immortal, but with your cultivation level, if you want to compete with the Dalu Human Emperor, I am afraid that both the martial arts hearts will reach the top."

Emperor Tang walked in front of him, full of helplessness: "From the Llacquer Realm to the Supreme Realm, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, maybe not in his life. Martial arts are easy to say, but the difficult thing is the mind, and the unknown is also the mind."

"Even if you cultivate to the supreme state and fail to reach the mind of all the scholars, you are destined to be unable to compete with the Daluo Human Emperor. However, the mind is the most difficult and unpredictable."

Will Wang Ce say that his heart has broken through? Of course, it won’t.

Emperor Tang took a deep breath, and a breath of cold air seemed to make his voice condense: "Even if there are three great emperors, the great emperor will be able to unify the Beizhou and East continents for up to ten years. From now on, the overall situation has been decided, and there is no way to resist the world."

Emperor Tang suddenly turned his body and his eyes were calm: "In ten years, can you reach the top of your heart and martial arts?"

I can. Wang Ce has absolute confidence, but he showed a heart-wrenching look, hesitated for a long time, and was depressed: "I'm afraid not!"

Emperor Tang faced the flying snow and spit out a mouthful of mist: "This time, this is a major change that has never happened in five thousand years. Once successful, the descendants of the God of Martial Arts can live in peace from now on, wipe out the enemies in the world, stand at the top, and rule the world!"

Emperor Tang's expression was calm and not loud, but Wang Ce really realized a restrained and domineering aura that was absolutely not inferior to Emperor Lu.

He was stepping heavily on a pile of snow, but Wang Ce didn't look up. He knew that Emperor Tang was waiting for his answer. He said this, he wanted to convince him to participate in awakening the ancient martial god.

Participate? Not participate? Is it good? Is it bad? Wang Ce is not sure and has no clue. With Song Wushen as a reference, he really doesn’t have much confidence in the so-called Wushen.

Wang Ce sniffed like an arrow, kicking a pile of snow off his toes, and seemed to have made a decision: "When?"

Emperor Tang burst into a hint of relief: "It will take three years soon, and it will take five years later. I still need some preparations, and you must also reach the realm of Emperor Wu."

Wang Ce let out a breath of vast air, his thoughts were disordered, and his mood was irritated and he interrupted a dead branch blocking the road. He seemed to ask casually: "What is your cultivation?"

Emperor Tang wiped his face tiredly, and felt exhausted from his bone marrow: "I originally wanted to take another path to the Emperor, but I took the wrong path. The real dragon energy has eroded my body and life spanned countless lives. I haven't had many years to live."

Wang Ce was silent. He could see that Emperor Tang's body was indeed very bad, and coughing and vomiting blood were not disguised.

If he had not relied on his previous cultivation and physical foundation, and had to support him with a certain solution, he would have been eroded by the true dragon energy long ago.

Emperor Tang suddenly paused his foot, stared at Wang Ce, and shone with an unprecedented bright light: "I took the wrong path, but it also made me think about the right path. When I go, you will decide what to do in the future."

The snow was falling, and Wang Ce was shocked. He twisted his fingers and grabbed a piece of snow. He put it in his palm, and his body temperature quickly melted the snow.

Emperor Tang's unconcealed loving gaze was fixed on Wang Ce's face, full of hope.

The Human Emperor who ruled the Nine Continents was a huge temptation for any person. Wang Ce was silent, silent, and continued to remain silent.

The north wind whistled, coming and going quickly. Wang Ce pinched his earlobes hard, raised his head suddenly, and smiled like the spring breeze: "I will talk about this in the future!"

Walking again, walking in the dead woods, penetrated the reflections of the snowy night, Wang Ce saw the eaves of Beizhen and whispered: "My master and others are gone, they died in battle with Song Wushen and died together."

Emperor Tang opened his eyes and closed his eyes, without Wang Ce's heavy sadness, only regret, and sighed: "I probably guessed it."

"Just..." Emperor Tang looked solemn and wanted to comfort Wang Ce, but he didn't know how to comfort this son who had been separated for many years and had a cold relationship with his father and son.

Never got along, Emperor Tang seemed to be unaware of the skills that his father should have. Although he was not busy, he also looked at him at a loss: "But I didn't expect that the whole army would be wiped out."

Wang Ce remained silent and was in a low mood.

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A group of three people walked silently in the snow.

Wang Ce was not surprised that Emperor Tang guessed that he had said before that he had met the God of Martial God of Song. If he had met the God of Martial God, what good results would be?

Besides, he left a line of text in the decisive battle of the ruins. For more than half a year, someone will always find out. Most of the time, Dalu has known it, and the news about the Northern Tang Dynasty will not be much different.

After he ran for twelve years, Emperor Tang tempted the Northwest King, but he never came back. This time, he ran back with a shock and ignorant life, for sure.

After a while, a lot of snow appeared on the heads of the three people. Emperor Tang whispered: "The snow this year is too heavy."

After a pause, Emperor Tang said in a deep voice: "Your situation is very dangerous, the great law, the divine grace association, and many people and many forces will want your life."

For Dalu and for many forces, the one who fears the most is that Wang Ce and the Northern Tang merge. Once they merge, the Northern Tang jumped into one of the most powerful countries in the world, but only lacked high-end combat power.

If Wang Ce did not return to Northern Tang, Dalu and Shenren would be able to kill him. After he came back, at least one more Emperor of the East China and several forces wanted his life. It doesn’t matter whether the situation was good or bad, it was all bad anyway.

Emperor Tang was solemn and pondered for a while, his voice accompanied by wind and snow: "Your situation is very dangerous, but you have not reached the most dangerous situation. The Human Emperor will not deal with you in person for the time being."

Wang Ce Xiaoxiao, the Human Emperor's True Dragon Seal can only work within the country. As long as it is not overwhelmed or brainless, whether it is Liulong City or Shangyang Human Emperor, it will not personally chase him across the border.

This time, it is the most important difficulty facing Wang Ce.

The Great Law, the Godly Grateful Society, the four great human emperors and even the major forces were eyeing him. He had a hard time losing the umbrella of the eight great martial emperors, and he was facing almost a must-kill situation.

But once you cross the past, the sea will be vast and the sky will be vast.

Wang Ce smiled slightly. As long as he broke through to the immortal realm, he could break the dead end of his life.

Just by the minds of all the scholars, Wang Ce of the Liuli Realm is no match for the Supreme Martial Emperor. But if he reaches the realm of immortality and has the minds of all the scholars, he has absolute confidence to deal with the Supreme Martial Emperor.

Besides, Wang Ce has other aces, but it only takes some time to settle down. At most two years, or as little as one year, he doesn't have to be afraid of anyone.

The wind and snow were raging, Emperor Tang had a long time to think about it and turned his face: "Can I send two or three Martial Emperors for the time being, is it enough?"

Wang Ce calculated with his fingers that no one knew that Xiao Wu Emperor was Emperor Wu, and no one knew that he had something to do with killing the emperor. These two people should not be exposed. Then, there were only half of the emperor's soul, eight dragons, and two or three Wu Emperors.

Four or five martial emperors led by the half-imperial soul are no problem to challenge the middle-moving ghost emperor. If the half-imperial soul is powerful, you may be able to challenge the best ghost emperor.

So, Wang Ce said decisively: "It's enough for the time being."

Come outside the capital and stand in front of the towering city wall.

Wang Ce bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, squeezed it into a ball, and suddenly said, "The Fourth Prince is dead."

Emperor Tang said lightly with his head, "Life and death are fate, and accidents on the battlefield are inevitable!"

Wang Ce smiled playfully: "It seems that being the prince of Northern Tang is really not a blessing. There are endless natural disasters and accidents!"

Emperor Tang smiled indifferently: "The Northern Tang royal family has been constantly surprised, and the only one who is qualified to ascend the throne is my nephew!"

Wang Ce smiled slightly and took a step forward. No one saw his eyes clear and saw the bottom. A hint of irony quickly emerged. Then he chuckled and said, "Poor... the Northern Tang royal family."

The sky was dim and Wang Ce whispered to himself: "It's almost dawn."
Chapter completed!