The Human Emperor

Chapter 1, 3, 53

"Roar!"

The dragon beast finally roared and made the power of the whole body suddenly rushing toward the king.

The bang, the hole collapsed, the dragon's huge head, a hole into the cave, and its powerful and strong, like the body of King Kong kept shaking, arched forward, large pieces of rock and soil debris fell. And the dragon beast's mouth is a large amount of flame spouting out.

When Wang Chong’s body jumped, there was still a little hesitation, and immediately went deep into the cave.

Behind him, the huge dragon beast is still moving in the direction of Wang Chong, but the short hole has become an obstacle that it is difficult to cross.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, kilometers... Finally, the snoring of the dragon beast gradually receded and became invisible. Obviously, in the face of reality, Wang Chong had to give up this prey.

"call!"

Wang Chong leaned against the wall and his chest was ups and downs. For such a moment, Wang Chong felt like he had walked in front of the ghost gate. The whole man's clothes were soaked.

Temporarily getting rid of the threat of death, Wang Chong has time to think about something else.

"The Yellow Emperor... The Dragon Beast... What is going on in the end? Where is the place where Da Luo Xianjun buried his treasure? Why are there three beasts of the Yellow Emperor era? What is going on?"

Wang Chong’s heart is one after another.

Da Luo Xian Gong is the world's first wonderful work. Even if there is a big danger and a big crisis, Wang Chong will not feel strange, but now, Wang Chong feels that something is wrong.

Other institutions, including metal storms in huge potholes, and those that break the locusts, Wang Chong can accept, but the dragon beasts of the Yellow Emperor... should never appear here. It seems that all the arrangements here are not like protecting the treasures of Da Luo Xian Gong, but more like guarding the secrets.

"What exactly is going on?"

Wang Chong’s eyes are clear, but his heart is always incapable.

"I still have to find a way to find out later!"

Wang Chong continued to move forward. After about a few kilometers, he found a secluded place and sat down quickly. This time the injury was even worse than expected. The successive killings, running, and fighting finally induced the injury in Wang Chong.

Now Wang Chong, the situation in the body is much more serious than ever.

"Master once said that once the yin and yang heaven and earth creations begin to deteriorate, they cannot be reversed, and they will quickly increase in a short period of time. If you fight too much or use suffocation, it will lead to serious consequences, even death! This is why he was shackled in the past and was finally slandered by the anti-official."

"I originally wanted to delay for a while, wait until I found the old village chief and the master and they said it. But now it seems that it can no longer be dragged. In any case, we must find a way to get the big Luo Xiangong as soon as possible and completely heal the wounds in the body."

Wang Chong’s heart is secret.

His heart moved, all the suffocating from the limbs, and the meridians flowing into the Dantian, and then quickly began to adjust the suffocation. A stream of steam oozes from the top of the head, and Wang Chong is united in one mind, and he tries his best to adjust the anger of the fire.

The time passed slowly, the cave was quiet, without any sound. I don't know how long it took, Wang Chong's twitching and twisted meridians finally slowly returned to normal.

And Wang Chong’s mind gradually entered the realm of the ancient well.

Heaven and earth are silent, silent.

It seems that there is only one glimpse, and it seems that after countless long years, when Wang Chong is concentrating on mobilizing and recuperating the injury, suddenly a strange feeling comes, as if someone is shaking his shoulder. Wang Chong didn't care about it at first, but immediately followed by a cry in his ear, it seems that someone is calling himself.

The sound was still very far from the beginning. If there is nothing, but soon, it is getting closer and closer, and it is becoming clearer:

"Wang Chong, Wang Chong..."

The voice was anxious, revealing concern, and even faintly choked.

Wang Chong was so upset that he did not understand what was going on. He and Master are separated from the ground. It is impossible to listen to other people's voices according to reason. But this voice is so real 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, the light was long and narrow, and it was still expanding, but the light was blurred.

"What is going on here, where is the light coming from the bottom?"

Wang Chong was greatly surprised.

But soon, Wang Chong felt that it was wrong. That doesn't seem to be a purely underground light source. In that light, Wang Chong invisibly sees some vague figures. One of the figures seems to be watching himself crying silently.

Although he did not see it very clearly, Wang Chong could feel it, and the other party’s heart was full of sorrow.

"In the end what happened?"

Wang Chong was more and more surprised in his heart. Even if he reacted slowly, he felt it. The situation in front of him seemed to be a little bit different, and it seemed to be different from what he imagined.

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

I don't know how long it took, the light in front of me finally became clear. But before he could see it clearly, the next moment, a figure fluttered on him.

"Wang Chong, you finally woke up..."

The voice burst into tears, and when it came to the end, it fell on Wang Chong, and suddenly he cried.

"Hey, piano?!"

Finally, everything in the eyes became clear, looking at the familiar, pear rain with a flower-like crying face, Wang Chong suddenly stunned. How is this going? Didn't he just wake up from practice? Isn't it just the suffocating suffocation?

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

Looking around, in front of Xu Yuqin, Wang Chong saw more familiar figures, Song Wang, the old housekeeper, the uncle, the mother, Huang Yuer, Zhao Hongyu, Bai Siling, and the master and the old village chief, all in the room, surrounded Around the bed, I looked at myself with a sad face.

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

He clearly finds the world's largest Luo Xiangong in the depths of 16,000 kilometers in the northwest underground. How could it appear here?

When Wang Chong’s body moves, he has to sit up and get out of this illusion.

But before Wang Chong sat up, a strong sorrow came from all over the body. Soon, a generous palm quickly pressed on Wang Chong's shoulder.

"Chong Er, your injury is still not good, don't move. Master will heal you for you, and let you recover as soon as possible."

"Master?"

Wang Chong looked up and looked at the unknown in front of him. He was holding the old Master of the Emperor, and his face was lost.

"Well, we have tried our best to nurse for you. However, it is not so easy to recuperate the great yin and yang world."

Another familiar voice came from the ear, and the village chief also walked over from the side, and his face was dignified.

Looking at the two people familiar with him, Wang Chong stunned, and suddenly there was confusion in his heart. For a moment, he suddenly became confused, and he couldn’t tell the difference between illusion and reality.

"Master, we are not taking risks in the northwest, looking for Da Luo Xiangong? Why are you here? Is it that the matter is over?"

Wang Chong was amazed at his heart. Could it be said that when he was exploring the underground, he actually passed out, and was brought back here by Master and Wushou?

"Northwest? Da Luo Xian Gong?"

When I heard Wang Chong, the old Emperor of the Evil and the head of the Wushou looked at each other and saw deep anxiety in the eyes of the other party.

"Exotic king, I know that you are still interested in the things in the court, but you have tried your best in the Confucianism, no one will blame you."

At this time, a long sigh rang in the ear, and the university scholar Lu Tingzhi did not know when he came over and looked at Wang Chong on the bed. His eyes were full.

"The dispute between soldiers and Confucianism?"

Wang Chong suddenly stopped. What is going on here, is the war of Confucianism not passed?

"Chonger, you still don't know. Since you were in the study room last time, we found that you vomited blood and stunned to the present, it has been seven days and seven nights. You have been in a coma for seven days and seven nights!"

Suddenly, Mrs. Wang looked at Wang Chong, and her heart was sour, she rubbed her face with her hand and finally couldn’t help but cry.

"what?"

Wang Chong suddenly stopped.

study? Get out of the way?

He clearly remembered that he was unconscious in the study, woke up and was on the carriage, and then went to the northwest with Master. How could it stay at home? Is this all my own illusion?

Impossible, he never believes!

"Mother, Lu, you are joking, right?"

Wang Chong looked at the crowd and smiled. His body moved backwards and remained calm.

Everyone looked at Wang Chong and didn’t say a word.

However, the one who really gave Wang Chong a heavy blow was still the master of the evil spirits and the village chief:

"Chong Er, I don't know what you are talking about. But the teacher and the old village chief have never been to the northwest, and have not found any great Luo Xiangong."

"Although we really want to go to the northwest, but Da Luoxian has not been available for hundreds of years, how can it be so easy?"

The village chief of Wushou also opened the door.

The village chief of Wushou and Wang Chong have a close relationship. He has always regarded Wang Chong as a younger generation of his own, just like the younger generation in the village. However, I don’t know if it was hit by Confucianism. Wang Chong’s situation at this time is obviously wrong.

"Hey!"

Looking at a familiar and strange face in front of him, Wang Chong suddenly stopped, and could not say a word.

"Fake, it must be fake, I must be in a dream..."

Wang Chong muttered to himself. He subconsciously looked at the bed. There must be a difference between dreams and reality, and the biggest difference is that if you are in a dream, you will never have a reflection. Dreams can never be so real.

But the next moment, seeing the projection under the bed, Wang Chong suddenly stopped, and the words behind could not be said.