The Human Emperor

“Ho!”

At last, the dragon beast growled, giving his whole body strength, suddenly rushing towards the king.

Boom, cave collapse, dragon beast huge head, one into the cave, while its strong and robust body, like Vajra's body, kept shaking, arching forward, large chunks of rock and dirt chips fell. And the dragon beast's mouth sprayed with a lot of flames.

Wang flung his torso, where there was still a little hesitation, and immediately headed deep into the cave.

Behind him, the giant dragon beast is still pushing toward Wang Chong, but the small hole becomes an obstacle that it is difficult to cross.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters… Finally, the roar of the dragon beast behind him gradually retreated and became slightly invisible, obviously in front of reality, had to give up Wang Chun this prey.

“Hoo!”

Wang punched his back against the wall, his chest fluctuated sharply, so for a moment, Wang punched felt like walking before the ghost door closed, his clothes were all wet.

He temporarily escaped the threat of death, and Wang Chong had time to think about something else.

“Yellow Emperor... Dragon Beast... what the hell is going on here? Where the Great Immortal King buried the treasure, why are there three yellow Emperor beasts? What the hell is going on? ”

Wang Zheng's heart fluctuated.

Da Luo Immortal Gong is the world's first strange kung fu. Even if there is more danger, more danger, Wang Chong will not feel strange, but now Wang Chong slowly feels something is wrong.

Other institutions, including metal storms in giant pits and those that broke the worms, were acceptable to Wang Chong, but the dragon beasts of the Yellow Empire era should never have appeared here. It seems that all the arrangements here are not meant to protect treasures like the Great Lo Immortal Gong, but more like guarding secrets.

“What's the matter with this? ”

Wang Zhong meets Ruth, but his heart never wants to receive it.

“Let's find out later! ”

Wang Zhong continued to go forward, about thousands of meters later, found a quiet place and quickly sat down. This time the wound was more serious than imagined, continuous killing, running, fighting, finally further induced the wound in Wang punch.

The situation in Wang Chong today is much more serious than ever before.

“Master once said that once the Great Yin-Yang World Fortune begins to deteriorate, it cannot be reversed and will rapidly increase in a short time. If you fight too hard or use your temper again, you will have serious consequences, even death! That's why he was raised naughty and eventually taken advantage of by traitors. ”

“I was going to hold off for a while until I found the old village chief and the master. But now it looks like it can't be delayed any longer. In any case, it is necessary to find a way to obtain Da Luo Immortal Gong as soon as possible and to completely heal the wounds in the body. ”

Wang Zheng secretly said in his heart.

His mind moved and all the Qi migrated from the limb wreckage, as well as the meridian, into the Dantian field, then quickly began to breathe Qi. A strand of vapor constantly seeped from the top of his head, Wang punched his heart into one, breathing the fire into the demon with all his strength.

Slow passage of time, quiet in the cave, no sound. After a long time, Wang punched his convulsions and twisted meridians, and finally slowly returned to normal.

And Wang Chong's mind gradually entered the boundaries of the ancient well.

Heaven and earth are silent and silent.

As if there was only one moment, and as if it had been many centuries, when Wang Zhong was focusing on healing and healing his injuries, a strange feeling suddenly came along, as if someone was shaking his shoulder. Wang Chong didn't care at first, but immediately afterwards, there was a call in his ear, and it seemed that someone was calling himself.

The sound was still far away at the beginning, if nothing, but soon, closer and clearer:

“Wang Chong, Wang Chong...”

The voice was anxious, concerned, and even a little groaned.

Wang Zheng was uncertain and had no idea what was going on. He and Master are separated from each other in the basement. It is not possible to listen to the other's voice, but it is so true and so clear.

The next moment, Wang Chong finally stopped practicing and tried to open his eyes.

In front of me, a bright light suddenly appeared, narrow and expanding, only blurred in the bright light.

“What's going on, where's the light coming from? ”

Wang was very surprised in his heart.

But soon, Wang Chong felt something was wrong. It doesn't seem to be a simple underground light source, in which Wang Zhong secretly sees some blurred shadows. One of the shadows seemed to be watching herself cry silently.

Although it is not very clear, Wang Chong can also feel it. The other party's heart is filled with sadness.

“What exactly happened? ”

Wang became more and more surprised in his heart. Even if he reacts more slowly, he feels that something is not right in front of him, and it seems to be different from what he imagined.

He tried to open his eyes and try to see what was in front of him.

After a long time, the light in front of me finally became a little clearer. But before he could see it clearly, the next moment, a shadow pounded on him.

“Wang Chong, you are finally awake...”

The voice cried with joy. At the end of the day, he lay on Wang's body and suddenly wept.

“Qi, Qi Qin?! ”

Finally, everything in his eyes became clear, looking at the familiar, pear-raining, flowery crying face, Wang rushed to a halt. What's going on here? Didn't he just wake up from practice? Didn't you just stabilize the chaos?

Why did you suddenly appear here and suddenly see Xu Qiqin?

His eyes turned to the surrounding area, beside Xu Qiqin, Wang Chung saw more familiar figures, Song Wang, old housekeeper, uncle, mother, Huang Qier, Zhao Hongzhi, Bai Shiling, as well as the master and the old village chief, all in the room, surrounded by the bed, looked at himself sadly.

No, Master and the old village chief..., hallucinations, this must be hallucinations!

How could he possibly be here when he was in the northwest underground, 16,700 meters deep, searching for the world's first great Lo Xian Gong?

As soon as Wang flung his body, he had to sit up and get out of this illusion.

But before Wang rushed up, a strong sourness came from all over his body. Soon, a generous palm quickly pressed on Wang Shou's shoulder.

“Go, you're not hurt yet. Don't move. Master will heal you and make you recover as soon as possible. ”

“Master? ”

Wang Chung looked up and saw when he appeared beside him. He held himself down with one hand, Master Evil Emperor old man, his face was confused.

“Well, we've tried our best to feed you, but the Great Yin-Yang World Fortune Art is not so easy to cure. ”

Another familiar voice also came from the ear, and the Mayor of Wounded Village walked in from the side, with a heavy face.

Looking at the two familiar people in front of him, Wang shook up and suddenly there was chaos in his heart. At that moment, he suddenly got a little confused, completely confused between illusion and reality.

“Master, weren't we adventurous in the Northwest looking for the Great Lo Immortal Gong? Why are you here? Is it over there? ”

Wang Zheng was very surprised. Did he say that during the underground adventure, he had actually passed out and was brought back here all the way by the master and the Uhura village chief?

“Northwest? Great Immortal Art? ”

Hearing Wang Chong's words, the evil emperor and the vicious village chief looked at each other and saw deep anxiety in each other's eyes.

“Exotic King, I know you still care about the Chapel, but the Confucianism you've tried so hard, no one will blame you. ”

At this moment, a long sigh rang in his ear, and Lutin, a college boy, walked over sometime and looked at Wang Chung on the bed, his eyes filled with intolerance.

“Confucianism? ”

Wang Shounton stuck. What's going on, isn't the Confucianism over?

“Punch, don't you know, it's been seven days and seven nights since the last time you went into the study, we found you in a bloody coma. You've been in a coma for seven days and seven nights! ”

Suddenly, Lady Wang on one side looked at Wang Chung, her heart was sour, her hands covered her face, finally couldn't bear to cry.

“What?”

Wang Chung suddenly stopped.

Qi deviation?

He clearly remembered that he was unconscious in the study, woke up on the carriage, and then went to the northwest with his master. How is it possible to stay home? Is this all your own delusion?

Impossible, he would never believe it!

“Mother, Sergeant Lou, you're kidding, right? ”

Wang Chung looked at the people and smiled. His body moved backwards and remained calm.

Everyone looked at Wang Chong and said nothing.

However, what really struck Wang was Master Evil Emperor Old Man and Wounded Village Chief:

“Go, I don't know what you're talking about. But for the teacher and the old village chief, he has never been to the northwest, and he has never looked for Da Luo Xian Gong. ”

“Although we do want to go to the Northwest, how can it be so easy that no one has gained the Great Immortal Art for centuries? ”

Village chief Wuzhuang also said.

Wounded village chief and Wang Chong have a close relationship, and he has always regarded Wang Chong as one of his descendants, as if he were a younger generation in the village. However, it is not known whether or not he was hit by Confucianism. Wang Zheng's situation is obviously somewhat wrong at this time.

“Buzz!”

Looking at a familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, Wang punched and stuck, unable to say half a sentence.

“Fake, must be fake, I must be in a dream...”

Wang Qiong muttered to himself. He subconsciously looked under the bed. There must be a difference between dreams and truths, and the biggest difference is that if you are dreaming, you will never have a reflection. Dreams can never be that real.

But the next moment, when he saw the projection under the bed, Wang shook up and couldn't say the rest of the words.