The Human Emperor

This pressure solidifies to the essence, and even the air becomes like mud.

And the further forward, the greater the pressure, but in a short time, Wang Zhong felt the pressure as heavy as a geometric multiplier increase.

“Prince Wang, please! Taiji Hall is here! ”

Almost at the same time, the voice of the chief of the cloud palace guard came from the front, the waves were not shocked, and no expression could be heard. A finger knocked gently on the wall of the carriage, the door banged and opened itself.

A glimmer of light went through the door, but it was quiet outside, and an invisible tension filled the void.

Wang chucked both sides of the door and drilled out of the carriage. The wagon roared, almost as Wang rushed out, the cloud guard drove the wagon and turned around and left.

Immediately after the carriage left, Wang dashed in front of him, a magnificent, magnificent, quite golden and yellow huge palace stood tall in front, like a cloud roller.

In the quadrangle of a huge palace, four full-bodied golden armor generals stared at each other, guarding the huge palace in the center, like spirits.

Four Golden Armor Generals emitted stormy pressures, emitting a huge, glorious and radiant circle of halo radiation beneath their feet, lining the main hall in front of them like a "kingdom of God”.

“Heavenly Dragon Guard! ”

Wang punched a thought in his mind. Dragons have arches, Heavenly Sons naturally have Heavenly Guards. The four Golden Armor Generals are the most mysterious Heavenly Guards beside Heavenly Sons.

Legend has it that every heavenly guardian is a powerful man in the Holy Martial Land, and every one possesses a mysterious royal legend.

They are servants and subordinates of the Heavenly Son who are absolutely loyal!

The tremendous pressure that Wang Zhong felt before was emanating from these “dragon guards of the heavenly kingdom”.

Taking a deep breath, Wang deflected his heart and looked up. Not far away, a white jade dandelion was practiced, winding up and extending to the distant golden yellow palace door.

From a distance, Wang Chung saw several dragonfly phoenix, atmospheric pounds of gold in front of the palace door:

“Taiji Palace! ”

Wang Chong muttered to himself and recognized the inscription above.

Each of these three large words is more and more heavy, just look far away to make people feel heavy in their hearts, as if they have crushed a large mountain.

“The Temple of Taiji, where the Heavenly Son lives”!

This is the first time Wang Chong has seen Taiji Hall with his own eyes.

It's also the first time I've seen the center of this world.

At this moment, the entire Great Tang Empire, the Middle-earth World, the most famous Holy Emperor is only a short distance away from himself!

Wang Chong's heart couldn't help but get excited.

Once upon a time, meeting Datang's greatest holy emperor was Wang Zhuang's greatest wish in his past life. At that time, however, Wang Zheng was destined to cross his arms with this lost desire.

Now that everything is over, Wang Chong finally has the opportunity to realize this aspiration.

Born in this world, how can you not know the world's highest ruler? He's a one-handed builder of all this, whether it's fun or not.

Wang Chong cannot circumvent the supreme ruler of Datang if he is to achieve his mission and change the fate of the world.

“Xuan, Wang bang into the palace! —— ”

Just as Wang's heart was tranced, all of a sudden, it was like a thunderbolt in the middle of the sky, and a bright voice sounded all over the earth.

“Xuan, Wang bang into the palace! —— ”

“Xuan, Wang bang into the palace! —— ”

“Xuan, Wang bang into the palace! —— ”

……

One word falls, echoes a thousand layers, and that bright voice is everywhere.

Wang Zhongxin shocked, finally came back to God, stepped onto the white jade danxiu, one step at a time, toward the fierce, elevated, like in the cloud like Tai Chi Palace.

Pressure on the shoulders, overlapping and overlapping, such as shadow shadows, every time Wang punches forward, the pressure on the body becomes one point, even the footsteps become extra heavy.

Heavenly Dragon Guard!

To approach the Holy Emperor, you must first cross the level of Heavenly Dragon Guard.

The White Jade Danzi is the order of the heavens, not the steadfast generations of the will, or there is a very strong cultivation, there is never a reason to see the heavens side.

In the past, no one knows how many people have stopped on this white jade.

In the last life, Wang Chong has missed the opportunity to meet the Heavenly Son. This time, Wang Chong would never want to miss it.

Da-da! Dah!

The whole Tai Chi Palace is quietly surrounded by no one but Wang Chong. Quietly between heaven and earth, that empty footstep echoes throughout heaven and earth.

Time slowly passed by.

In Wang Chong's perception, the Tai Chi Palace in front is like a huge storm, and the closer we get to this storm, the more intense the pressure becomes.

The cold sweat unknowingly fell off his forehead, but Wang Shuang knew nothing.

This is a thousands of floors of white jade steps.

Wang Chong has never taken such a long step, as if it had been for hundreds of centuries, never ending. The sweat came out unconsciously and even the clothes were wet.

And the pressure on your shoulders overlaps, like a huge mountain peak.

Wang punch's energy is constantly depleted, his strength is constantly weakened, his feet are like lead, extremely heavy. This short road, for Wang Chong, is actually as long as a lifetime.

“Buzz!”

After not knowing how long, buzzing, Wang punched his mind, the whole world suddenly changed, a breath that changed the color of heaven and earth, solemn, sombre, dignified and enormous, through a supreme breath, coming out of the front, covering the entire heavens and earth.

Wang Zhongxin shuddered and suddenly recovered. Then he realized that he was unconscious and had reached the end of Baiyudan.

In front of you stands a magnificent and sacred Golden Hall.

In this hall, Wang Zhong sensed a powerful and incredible aura, and although he had been extremely restrained, the aura still emitted a powerful and trembling breath.

In his previous life, Wang Chong did not know how many wars of blood and fire he had experienced, how many suffering of life and death he had experienced, and how resilient a will had long been honed.

But in front of this breath, Wang Chong still couldn't bear to create deep awe, as if facing the heavens and the earth. In the face of this breath, everyone cannot bear to create a feeling of humility.

At this moment, Wang couldn't help but trance himself.

Some distant memories, like sludge, suddenly come to mind at this moment. In the middle of the meditation, Wang Chung remembered the subject of many controversies in future generations:

The Great Tang World, the Middle-earth Divine Continent, who is truly the number one strong man?

In the late dying period, he was ordered to be the great marshal of the world's soldiers and horses, led the final strength of the Divine Land and those exotic iron rides for more than a decade, and finally cut himself into the mountains?

Or did Su Zhengshen, the Great Tang Army god who killed tens of thousands of exotic invaders, write a powerful narrative in the last moments of his life?

Or, like his master, the "wicked old man”, who, though unheard of in the court, shines bright light in the sectarian realm, crossing the earth and invincible sectarian strength?

Again, on the Us Tibetan Plateau, the unpredictable, snow-white, unsightly Holy Monk of Snow Mountain?

……

Millions of kings swept through the minds of known celebrities in an electric stone fire. But in the end, they were denied by Wang Zhuang. In this world, if there is such a man who can overwhelm all those who are worthy of being called the strongest man in the world, Wang Zhong believes that he can and can only be one person:

The Great Tang Empire is supreme, and the Holy Emperor will never test!

Wang Zheng deeply remembers those seniors who helped themselves to the ranks of the Great Marshal of the Soldiers and Horses, once said that if the Holy Emperor of the Great Tang Empire were still there, if the greatest emperor ever lived in this Middle-earth world...

Then this war could be another very different situation!

Because in the history of martial arts in Datang, this Holy King is the only one who has truly documented and struck the “divine martial arts" to survive.

“Holy Martial Realm” and “Divine Martial Realm”, but the difference between earth and heaven, man and God, cannot be counted unreasonably.

The vast majority of strongmen in the Holy Land will not be eligible to strike the Divine Land until death. Including the superior Wang Chong.

Future generations will talk about the impact of the Great Tang Tian Zi "Divine Martial Realm”.

Some say the shock failed. But Wang Zhuang himself heard the seniors say that they did indeed feel the breath of the divine martial arts on the Holy King.

Therefore, no one will ever know whether the impact of the Holy Emperor in that year succeeded or failed, or whether it was semi-successful or semi-failure.

“It would have been a long time ago if it had been in time. ”

Wang shook his head and mumbled in his heart.

Wang Zheng also hated and complained about the Emperor of Datang, but at the end of the day, walking to the Tai Chi Palace, walking a short distance from the Emperor of Datang, Wang Zheng found that at the end of the day, there was still only full respect left in his heart.

He may have made many mistakes, and he may have led to the destruction of this empire with his own hands. But in the end, Wang Chong remembered that he was still the founder of the prosperity and prosperity of the Great Tang Empire.

At the same time, it is the most active and progressive pioneer in the history of the entire Middle East world!

The gate of the Tai Chi Hall was open and Wang took a deep breath and stepped over the gate of the Tai Chi Hall under enormous mountainous pressure.

Boom!

As you cross the gate, the heavens and the earth vibrate. Just one step apart, the king flushes as if stepping from one world to another, one space to another!

For a moment, Wang Chong felt a powerful breath, more powerful than himself in previous life.

A deeper and more unpredictable supremacy than Su Zhengshen and Evil Emperor's Elderly Stream!

For a moment, the whole world seemed silent.

In the world of Wang Chong, there is only that shadow that cannot be climbed.

“The king has seen the Son of the Holy Emperor! ”

On the edge of Tai Chi Palace, Wang Chung respectfully knelt down and his voice echoed the entire palace.