Chapter 210 Madness
King Chu stood up and felt the Nielong Kung Fu body gradually regaining its integrity. An unprecedented sense of power filled his heart.
It's just...how is father?
He looked towards a palace made of huge rocks.
The men outside are saying that King Yan has gone crazy, but he knows...
My father is not only in good health, but his condensed martial arts body is also terrifyingly powerful, and he seems to have the ability to predict the future.
After several sparring sessions, I had never touched the corner of my father's clothes.
Moreover, the use of dragon energy and the supreme skills passed down by the Dragon Ancestor are extremely profound, far beyond his own.
Although he is the true king of Yangshen, his own strength is far inferior to that of his father.
The King of Chu carved his question on a wooden strip. After tidying up his appearance, he prepared to meet his father.
After his lover died, King Chu had completely lost his ambition to rebel.
It's just that my father's pursuit of power is too endless, and the king of Chu tried to dissuade him several times, but nothing happened.
However, although King Yan has been closing the door to thank guests for a long time, he always answers questions about his improvement of strength and practice.
So he planned to use this as an excuse to dissuade him again.
However, what worried the King of Chu was that it was said that Nuo suffered from strange diseases due to the miasma that his father was invading in the vast sea.
In recent days, even the closest guards have been unable to see King Yan.
King Chu looked at the night above the sky, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go see his father tomorrow morning.
Although my father has profound cultivation, he injured his body in the battle with the mysterious true king and is currently recuperating. It is best not to disturb him.
In the early morning of the next day, the King of Chu reported to the King of Yan's guards on the grounds of cultivation issues.
Although he is his own son, his father has injured his body's origin after all, so he cannot let others approach him at will.
The King of Chu could understand this and had no complaints.
After a while, the guard walked out with some awe: "Your Majesty..."
Before he finished speaking, the King of Chu showed an angry look on his face, and a long sword condensed from black mist took shape in his hand.
He suddenly slashed forward, and the bodyguard instantly turned into thick water.
King Chu looked around and looked at the surrounding guards with an unhappy expression: "There is only one prince here, and that is Gu's father. Do you understand?"
These personal guards looked at the King of Chu in front of them with great horror, and said quickly: "Yes...yes...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
King Chu nodded and took the lead. After walking through a familiar corridor, he arrived at the quiet room where his father retreated.
There are two personal guards standing in front of the quiet room. They are members of the own family. They have the body of a snake and the tail of a snake, showing the aura of a great real person with the ninth level of thunder tribulation.
It's just that these two people looked panic-stricken, as if they had encountered something terrible.
The quiet room was filled with smoke, and a feeling of calming silence came over him.
Looking at the golden body of the Good God Long Tian, King Chu bowed respectfully to it, and then placed a stick of incense on it.
Looking at his father with his eyes closed, King Chu couldn't help but lament in his heart.
If it weren't for that damn Feng Tianyu and Lun Zhuandao, how could my father end up in this situation?
Why should he and his father be reduced to this desperate place in the vast sea, waiting for a comeback?
Thinking of this, the King of Chu became even more gloomy and angry. He wished he could rush to the territory of Zhou Dynasty and kill everyone to vent his anger.
After waiting for a while, King Yan opened his eyes, and King Chu quickly saluted respectfully: "Father."
King Yan nodded, and then said to the two personal guards: "Stand back."
The two of them were immediately relieved, and the snake's tail under them quickly left as fast as flying.
"Tell me, what problem did you encounter?" King Yan's voice was extremely hoarse, making it difficult to hear the original tone.
This voice made King Chu feel in a trance. It seemed familiar, but it did not evoke any memories of his father.
"Father, I read the historical records and found that the Nielong Kung Fu Body may be more powerful than the Emperor's Law Body..." King Chu had already prepared his words and began to talk about how to improve the Kung Fu Body.
Before he finished speaking, King Yan interrupted him: "Are you saying that I don't need to seize the direct line, and that the things that the family has worked hard for for thousands of years are all mistakes?"
When King Chu heard this, he couldn't help but murmured: "It's not..."
As he spoke, two lines of bloody tears rolled down from King Chu's eyes, and streams of black mist continued to pour out of his body:
"Father...my lover died in this dispute, and my heart is as gray as ashes."
"Any throne is false."
"I don't want to see you, father, fall down on this road."
After a period of silence, King Chu suppressed the black mist emitting from his body: "Father, please give me more consideration."
King Yan sighed: "How can the Nielong Kung Fu Body... be as good as the Emperor's Dharma Body?"
When the King of Chu heard this, he knew that his dissuasion had failed.
He knelt down on one knee and said, "Father, even though I have said this, I will still go through fire and water for you, no matter what!"
King Yan stood up, as if he was wandering, then suddenly stopped, looking at King Chu who was kneeling on the ground with bright eyes, and dropped a book:
"This method is destined for you. After practicing it, your strength will be further improved."
Just as he was talking, King Yan sat cross-legged on the futon again.
King Chu picked it up and looked at it. Four big characters were printed on the cover.
Bipolar heart source.
He resigned to his father and then turned around and left the hall.
Although this attempt to dissuade him still failed, his father's intention seemed to be wavering.
A few days ago, my father rejected me mercilessly.
King Chu recalled the scene when he visited his father a few days ago, but found that he seemed to be the only one in the quiet room.
It was as if his father had gotten into his head and scolded him mercilessly.
Thinking of this, he began to have a headache and walked out of the stone palace door in a daze.
King Chu, who had a splitting headache, began to run wildly.
It wasn't until he got out of the area covered by the formation and looked at the spreading mist in the sky that he felt refreshed and asked the guard on the side:
"Why don't you remove the formation that isolates the miasma?"
The guards flinched slightly. After all, the "King of Chu" in front of him had killed many people in recent days.
But he still could only bite the bullet and answer:
"Back to the king...His Royal Highness, it was requested by the prince and cannot be withdrawn."
King Chu was a little puzzled. After inhaling this miasma, he could become more awake.
But these people must be shrouded in the formation to isolate themselves from the miasma.
Maybe you have to persuade your father to remove the formation, maybe that's the right thing to do.
After walking around outside for a few times, King Chu felt extremely relaxed, and then walked into the formation, preparing to go back to his palace.
Along the way, all the personal guards looked at him in awe.
But when they looked at the stone palace where King Yan was, they all had fear on their faces.
He was a little dissatisfied that his father was nothing but cruel.
But he usually treats his servants well, so he doesn't know what these people have to fear.
But...this miasma is really good.
The King of Chu began to recall the feeling of inhaling the miasma mist, and wanted the taste to be deeply engraved in his soul.
If I could dissuade my father, remove the formation, and let everyone feel the benefits of this miasma, I might be able to stay here forever...