Chapter 145 Why do you think I kept you here until now?

“Jia Cong!”

In the palace hall.

Shui Rong’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Jia Cong in the air.

I wish I could eat its flesh alive, but there is nothing I can do.

The huge Beijing Prince’s Palace was wiped out within a month.

Now only Wu Ziping, a fourth-level martial arts master, is left.

“Grandpa Wu, please help the Shui family to avenge their loss!”

Shui Rong bowed deeply to Wu Ziping.

“My life was on the line before, but I was saved by your ancestor.”

“Today is the time for a bloody battle to pay back the debt!”

Wu Ziping had a look of regret, and he no longer had the high spirits he had as a martial arts master earlier.

As a master of the fourth realm, Wu Ziping naturally has a way to escape. At the very least, he can find a deserted mountain to hide for a few decades.

But I received great kindness from the ancestors of the Shui family in the past.

To reach this level in martial arts, one must not only cultivate martial arts, but also cultivate the mind.

If one’s martial spirit is frustrated, it will be difficult to make further progress in the future, and one may even fall back to a lower realm.

Besides!

There is a chance of winning today’s battle!
“Your Highness, we can prepare the altars and temples now!”

Wu Ziping turned around and spoke calmly to the Korean King Li Yuzhe who was sitting on the throne.

After saying this, he looked up at the Shinto seal that fell from the sky.

“boom!”

The fighting spirit is boiling!

A martial arts image emerged, nine feet high, and instantly broke through the hall.

With his full strength attack, the terrifying true energy swept across the eight directions like a hurricane.

“Jia Cong, today I will meet you, the greatest genius in a thousand years!”

After that, he punched out.

At the same time, the Jurchen shaman high priest also took action.

The sky is filled with dark clouds and ghosts are crying!
Compared with the time outside Jiulian City, the flesh and blood of the Jurchen high priest had been consumed, like a dried corpse, and his aura was much weaker.

That secret method of escape not only consumed a hundred years of life at once.

It almost caused her to fall from grace.

The rear hall of the palace!

There was also a martial arts master rising into the sky.

The Dharma image is eight feet tall, with a human body and the head of a tiger.

Domineering and majestic.

This is the strongest master in North Korea.

“The third lord in the fourth realm…”

“Shui Rong, if this is your trump card!”

“Then wait for death today!”

Jia Cong looked indifferent.

Although they are both in the early stage of the fourth realm, there are differences in strength.

The Jurchen high priests, whose inheritance is incomplete and who have suffered severe injuries, are undoubtedly the weakest group.

Then there is the martial arts master from the Kingdom of Korea.

The Eight-foot Dharma Image is condensed from the martial arts will of animals.

Naturally, its combat power is not as good as Wu Ziping’s martial arts form, which is a condensed form of martial arts will.

But even Wu Ziping is not as strong as a Yin Shen cultivator of the same realm!

On the other hand, Jia Cong’s side!
An innate god!
A divine dragon girl!
The weakest blood dragon is also a demon king comparable to a great Yin God.

Fight against each other on the first day of the new year.

The martial arts master of the Korean royal family and the Jurchen high priest were immediately at a disadvantage.

Especially the Jurchen high priest, under the flaming body of the blood dragon.

It can no longer be called a fight, it would be more appropriate to describe it as running for life.

Six fourth-level masters fought fiercely.

The aftermath alone was enough to shake the entire capital city.

Any magical skill or technique that comes out can be a disaster for ordinary people.

The imperial palace was the hardest hit, and a large number of palaces that had been built at the cost of countless money, food, and manpower collapsed.

Just in a corner of the palace.

An ancient building that looks inconspicuous on the outside stands tall and motionless.

Protected by a mysterious force.

It is the ancestral temple of the Li royal family.

At this time, inside the ancestral temple.

Li Eun-sun, the son of Li Yuzhe and the crown prince of the Joseon Dynasty, was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to the ancestral tablets and muttering something.

“Ancestors, our country has encountered a powerful enemy and the country is about to fall.” “I am an unfilial descendant. Today, I offer blood as a sacrifice and disturb the slumber of my ancestors. I deserve to die.”

After a moment, Li Enshun raised his head and a determined look flashed in his eyes.

He held a jewel-studded dagger and stabbed it into his own heart.

As blood flowed out.

White lights were floating in the temple of state and ancestral temple in the imperial palace.

Like snowflakes falling.

A brilliant and terrifying aura rose up
After a few breaths, the white light gathered and formed a nine-foot-long shadow.

He has a square face, a resolute expression, is wearing armor, and is extremely burly.

Under the shining blood-tinged divine light, the entire Kaifeng City seemed to be covered with a layer of red gauze.

It was Lee Seong-gye, the founding father of the Joseon Dynasty!
Its mouth opened wide, and thousands of Kaijing defenders on the city wall were shattered and turned into blood mist, which continuously sank into its mouth.

The illusory figure finally became complete.

“Who woke me up?”

……

“The spirit of the state!”

“North Korea is a small country with a population of only tens of millions. How could the spirit of the state have the strength of the middle stage of the fourth realm?”

Ge Li, deputy director of the Daqian Ziwei Division, who was hiding in the dark, was shocked when he saw Li Chenggui appear.

The spirit of the country!

Also known as the ancestral spirit!

As the name suggests, they are the ancestors of the royal family who are worshipped by the whole country and turned into spirits after their death.

Protect the country.

The stronger the national strength, the larger the territory, and the larger the population, the stronger the power of the spirit of the country will be.

Logically speaking, given the population size of North Korea.

The Spirit of the State has at most the strength of the early fourth realm.

Now it has reached the middle stage!

Don’t underestimate this small realm.

When you reach the fourth level, it is not just a step to heaven.

But it is extremely difficult to break through.

“This is……”

“I see. He usurped the throne and stole the country’s soul.”

“He is mentally confused. Every time he uses it, he must offer sacrifices with the blood of his descendants…”

After all, he will be the next leader of the Gexian Sect.

Ge Li quickly realized that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, the spirit of the country should be glorious and bright.

Guard the country and the people.

But there was obviously more blood on Li Guicheng’s body, and he looked a little crazy.

As soon as they appeared, they slaughtered thousands of Kaijing defenders.

Thinking of North Korea’s founding experience, I suddenly had some guesses in my mind.

Li Guicheng was originally a general of the Goryeo Dynasty. He had an extraordinary talent for martial arts since childhood and was gradually promoted due to his outstanding talents and remarkable military achievements.

Later, he seized the real power of Goryeo, stole the throne and proclaimed himself king.

Unexpectedly, not only did they steal the country, but they also usurped part of Goryeo’s country spirit.

This is how he achieved the strength of the middle stage of the fourth realm.

……

“Ancestors, I, the descendant Li Yuzhe, beg you to take action and kill this powerful enemy!”

King Li Yuzhe of Joseon walked out of the palace, knelt down and shouted.

“Hahaha, Jia Cong, I wonder if you have any other means to escape today!”

Once the spirit of the country appears, the situation is reversed!

The North Korean side has one more fourth-level person.

Still in the middle stage of the fourth realm!
Beside Li Yuzhe, Beijing King Shuirong saw this scene and immediately laughed heartily.

I just felt that all the depression and frustration in my heart over the past half month were swept away.

The words just fell.

A sword energy descended from the sky, and a thread of blood slowly emerged from Shuirong’s neck.

“He…He…”

After struggling weakly for a few times, Shui Rong widened his eyes and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Completely lost his breath.

“Noisy!”

“Why do you think I allowed you to live until now?”

Above the sky, Jia Cong casually released a sword energy, just like killing an ant.

(End of this chapter)