Chapter 167 Undercurrent
Tang Ming endured it for many years, and finally endured it until Kou Zhen died.
Lu Jing is much older than Kou Zhen. Even if she doesn't die, she still can't move and can't exert 80% of her strength.
And he was only about seventy years old, and he still had a trace of his peak.
As for the younger generation, in fact, no one can beat themselves. What's more important is that they have helpers.
The Desert Martial Saint Murong Yan is the direct disciple of Murong Xuan.
"Before our ancestors shattered the void, they told me that you would one day lead us back to our ancestral land. Thank God, you are finally here." The middle-aged Hu man said with a smile.
Next to Tang Ming is a middle-aged man with pale skin and red hair. He has short hair and wears strange clothes. He is the Ice King of the Rakshasa Kingdom and a very powerful Grand Master.
His power changes according to the environment of heaven and earth. In summer, he can only exert half of his power. In winter, he is the pinnacle grand master, close to the existence of Shattered Void.
Ice King said in Chinese with a weird accent: "Mr. Tang, you really didn't lie to me. This place has moderate heat and cold. It's really a world flowing with milk and honey."
"Haha, I didn't lie to you, did I? We each take half of the country." Tang Ming said.
As the Taoist sect unified the country, Tang Ming had nowhere to go, so he kept wandering north, and unexpectedly ended up wandering to the Rakshasa Kingdom.
The Rakshasa Kingdom is in a world of ice and snow all year round. It lacks food and miscellaneous daily necessities. Countless people freeze to death every year. The longing for a warm place is deep in the bones.
Ever since he learned about such a place, the Ice King mobilized the power of the whole country to build warships, and more than twenty warships carrying 10,000 Rakshasa elites came to this land.
"Okay, half for each person!"
Both of them have their own hidden agendas.
Tang Ming looked down on Hu Lu and just borrowed Hu Lu's power, then crossed the river and demolished the bridge.
The Hulu army is sharp, but it also needs logistics. To establish a foothold in the local area, they have to rely on the local people. If they kill them when the time comes, they don't have to worry about the Rakshasa people invading with the strength of the whole country. It is simply unrealistic.
What the Ice Emperor wanted to do was to bow his head for the time being, wait until he was firmly established, and then seize power. He would use a certain place as a bridgehead and continuously accept his people.
Soon, everyone came to the north of Liaodong.
"Stay here first..." Tang Ming looked at Murong Yan, "People from the Tianshan Sect will help transport the supplies. We must have our own base, otherwise we can only become rogue bandits and cannot rule the world."
Liaodong is a vast land with few people, and at most there are only savages, the descendants of Goguryeo.
After relying on these people to establish their own base, it is not too late to go south. Otherwise, there will be no supplies. It would be strange if half of them starve to death first.
After arranging everything, Tang Ming went to Fan Yang, Youzhou.
I wonder if any old friends from those days survived?
Back then, Hou Gang rebelled, which was unexpected. After his hometown was stolen, all the aristocratic families suffered a severe blow. The Tang family was destroyed, and other aristocratic families did not survive. However, he heard that there were still many people living among the people.
Tang Ming disguised himself as a middle-aged scholar and rode a black horse to his hometown.
More than thirty years have passed by in a hurry, and I have returned with a head full of white hair.
Arriving at the small border city, Tang Ming vaguely remembered that the city was very shabby, with a population of two to three thousand, and most of the people even had tattered clothes. When he saw the poor people's livelihood, he secretly vowed to change the status quo.
It looks pretty good from the outside now.
The moment you enter the city, the bustling atmosphere hits your face.
The streets are clean and tidy, paved with bluestones. There are no houses on both sides of the streets. They are all shops, including restaurants, tailors, grain and oil, groceries, and various specialty snack bars.
This is not a decoration, but real people consuming it, including rich people in gorgeous clothes and ordinary farmers and craftsmen in ordinary clothes.
"Come and take a look. Brocades from Shu, homespun cloths from Lingnan, and cloth shoes from Jianye are all here, so you will be able to enjoy them all."
Tang Ming was shocked at first sight. The population had increased tenfold. Back then, many poor places used barter for barter. Where did the people here get their money?
What exactly is going on?
Incomprehensible.
Tang Ming wandered around for a while and couldn't help but be shocked by the changes in the past thirty years.
There are definitely some poor people, but they are not as miserable as before. At least they have enough food to eat.
He began to wonder if it all meant anything.
"Without an emperor, it cannot last long. This prosperity may not last long."
There is nothing wrong with it now, but when things get better in the future, there will be careerists who will come up and disrupt the world.
He was certain that Kou Zhen's death had caused many people to have other thoughts.
"If I were to take over, I would definitely do better than them."
National hatred, family hatred, emotion and reason, Tang Ming could not agree with them.
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In the mirror world, the Yinshan sect.
Four hundred years passed by in a hurry.
Hong Xiangling is still alive, even at the peak of foundation building.
In the dark secret room, Hong Xiangling's black hair turned into pure gold, and his pupils also turned into the color of pure gold. He looked like an ape, but his face was hairless.
By absorbing the power of the Prisoner Dragon, she has transformed into a demon cultivator, and she is also a pure-blooded demon cultivator with a very pure bloodline.
Although four hundred years have passed, there are still more than two hundred years left to live.
The cultivation speed of the demon clan is a little slower, but two hundred years is more than enough time to break through to the golden elixir.
When it comes to Jindan, he still has a thousand years of life, so he has plenty of time.
On the other side of the mirror, in the Wutong Cave, Xu Xuan was also practicing.
The spiritual energy is drawn from the void and pours into the body continuously, and the body surface emits a faint light.
After a long time, Xu Xuan opened his eyes, and the light slowly disappeared.
"Huh...except for the bloodline of mountain and sea monsters, there is nothing in this world that can improve one's strength."
The internal strength of a warrior is considered one, but it is not more than a thousand years old, and he is not even qualified to refine the Sun Flowing Pearl Pill.
Another one is the bloodline of the mountain and sea monsters.
Xu Xuan took out the mythological map drawn by Xiang Youxian. There were many small dots marked on it, and a few of them were crossed out. These had been explored, but most of them were fake.
Maybe I had better luck the first time and found the real thing. When I came back again, I looked at several places on the road and found nothing. It was just local people spreading rumors, or the same thing was spread more and more outrageously.
The remaining treasures are the so-called Immortal Cave. If you explore all of them and understand them, you can basically break through the golden elixir.
"We can only wait for the passage of time. By the time we reach the golden elixir stage, we should be able to almost leave this world."
Xu Xuan thought.
Then visualize your data in the mirror.
Name: Xu Xuan
Lifespan: 161/370
Realm: Middle stage of foundation building, pure body, double pupils level one
Skills: Golden Guan Jade Lock Qingjing Jue (Perfection), Shangzhen Jiuxiao Neijing (small success 86%) Double Pupil Layer (high success 79%)
Spells: Huagai Dan (minor success 24%) Huntian Skull Curse Flag (perfect) Soul Searching Technique (perfect) Heavenly Snake Breath Shooting Technique (great success 56%) Six Ding Liujia Yin Shen Magic (perfect) Zi Wu Yang Gang (great success 45 %) Shen Zu Tong (Dacheng 43%) Tian Er Tong (Dacheng 79%)...
Xu Xuan looked at the purple pupils in the mirror and thought: "The double pupil is about to be perfected. When he reaches the second level of the double pupil realm, he should be able to awaken the ability of true fire to transform into weapons. By then, his combat effectiveness will probably be even stronger."
The double pupils with full firepower showed an even more dazzling golden color.
We still need more Taiyang Liuzhu Pill and Huagai Pill. Huagai Pill is a blood-absorbing pill developed by Xiang Ling, and the effect is surprisingly good.
There is not much to say about the rest, it is nothing more than an increase in proficiency.
As for the realm, it is still in the middle stage of foundation building, and there is no change; the life span is just over two hundred years, which is not too abundant.
"The prisoner dragon's bloodline doesn't increase the lifespan. Could it be that the level is too low?" Xu Xuan felt a little pity.
The phoenix bloodline is really rare. Although the prisoner dragon bloodline will cause a lot of competition in the mirror world, it is still far behind the phoenix.
Xu Xuan walked out of the cave, and the melodious sound of the piano came from outside the cave.
After not returning for forty years, the sound of the piano is still beautiful. ,
Outside the bamboo forest, a woman in a long aqua dress played the piano with bare hands. Yuan Tiangang and two young men were listening with bated breath not far away.
Although the sound of the piano was wonderful, they had no intention to listen to it. Their eyes were all on the bamboo forest.
After decades, the true king appears again.
As a god among warriors, he attracts everyone's attention wherever he goes.
Soon, the sound of the piano stopped.
There was a burst of applause outside the bamboo forest.
"That's right, Hanwei, your piano sound remains unchanged." Xu Xuan said with a smile.
"Disciple Yuan Tiangang!"
"Warrior Xin, Li Zhen pays homage to the true king!"
Xu Xuan looked at the two young men. Li Zhen was as delicate as his mother, and the other was much burlier.
Yuan Tiangang took advantage of the situation and introduced: "These two are the most talented people of the younger generation. Zhenjun, what kind of skills do you think they are suitable for practicing?"
"Kung Fu? It's up to you. You already have your own ideas. You don't need to ask me."
Xu Xuan took out a list and handed it to Yuan Tiangang.
"Help me collect the materials above."
After eating Hong Xiangling for forty years, she was almost exhausted and several of her disciples died. These materials were considered as compensation for her.
"As you command!"
The three of them went down the mountain, leaving only Xu Xuan and Gu Hanwei.
As the sun sets in the west, the woman plays the piano, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on her shoulders.
Xu Xuan let out a long breath and said with a smile: "Many people are gone."
"yes."
Never come back.