fifth form

Chapter 2431 Memories in the Darkness
Zhang Xuezhou hasn't used Taiqing Zhenshu on himself for many years.

He felt that this time he had made up for all the things he had not done for many years.

Being too big is not a friendly thing for medical treatment. He used Taiqing Zhenshu to repair his body and restore it to a state of being almost healthy.

"Thank goodness this body can handle it!"

As a battlefield medical technique, Taiqing Zhenshu does not care about any aftereffects. Compared with death in fighting, the aftereffects of extracting vitality and causing short life are nothing. This is even a treatment only enjoyed by senior generals.

Zhang Xuezhou released the Taiqing Art many times, but each time it was only for healing but still not fully healed. He almost fully exerted the effect of the Taiqing Art. Even he himself was a little frightened by this consumable extraction.

But his body did not show any abnormal signs of being exhausted. In fact, as his injuries continued to heal, many of the charred shells fell off. Zhang Xuezhou only felt that his body's perception had returned to normal and his limbs had become more flexible.

"If I could move at that time, I could strangle you to death when I faked my death, and I would have been able to avoid the beating later!"

Zhang Xuezhou complained at the smoking Ying Fusu.

He touched the part of his throat that was shot by the arrow grass, pressed it hard, and spat out a mouthful of black poisonous foam.

Zhang Xuezhou’s fighting skills are very poor, but his ability to survive is indeed very strong, and he has a very good ability to resist most methods.

As long as his opponent can't kill him, he can escape alive.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Zhang Xuezhou stretched his arms and legs, but felt that his body was too tall and strong to control.

He looked at the solidity of the underground palace, and thought about the big monsters like Lu Baibai waiting outside, so he could only shout in the direction of His Majesty's head.

"Burn you to death..."

The air in this underground palace is limited and cannot support the endless burning of the fire, but Your Majesty's flame is indeed strange. It can burn even in a virtual and real space. It has completely deviated from the normal physical combustion conditions.

The mumbling sound continued, and Zhang Xuezhou saw His Majesty's head shaking, blood gushing out from his forehead, causing the fire to burn continuously.

The waxy blood kept flowing, making the people and monsters soaked in it act as wicks instead of spreading into a sea of ​​fire.

Zhang Xuezhou touched the waxy blood on the ground with his hand, then jumped.

"Your Majesty, are you still alive?"

He moved closer and his voice became louder.

The Lord, whose head was bleeding, seemed to be more sober after hearing the voice and stopped shaking his head.

"Alive...alive, then...where is Ying Zheng?" His Majesty asked with his eyes closed and panting.

"He asked me whether my neck was harder or the bricks on the Great Wall were harder. I said it was my neck, and then he disappeared," said Zhang Xuezhou.

"Ok?"

Your Majesty snorted.

He opened his languid eyes a little and glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, then lay down quietly.

"Where's Ying... Ying Fusu?"

"It's burning so hard that it's smoking. I guess there's no hope for it to survive!"

After asking again, His Majesty finally let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his head on the ground.

"Do you want me to help you stop the bleeding?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"My Lord... Hey, my injury is very troublesome. Your cultivation is not enough, I'm afraid... Don't stop, don't stop!"

Zhang Xuezhou tried the Taiqing technique, and His Majesty's head, which was rubbing on the ground, was raised a little.

"I was shot through the vitals by Ying Fusu, but I didn't expect that I could recover from the injury!"

Looking at the purple light in Zhang Xuezhou's hand, His Majesty's listless and confused eyes became a little brighter.

Compared with his folk remedies, Zhang Xuezhou's magic is undoubtedly much more powerful.

"You actually have the magical power to heal injuries!"

If he wanted to find a reason, His Majesty could only think of the supernatural power of Taiqing Zhenshu. Only this kind of supernatural power could cross the ladder of cultivation realm and thus have an effect on his injuries.

It was rare for His Majesty to use his real body to travel, and He did not expect that he would encounter a fatal disaster.

But he didn't expect that he could be pulled back from the brink of death.

"In the end... in the end we still won!" Feeling the bleeding from the vital point of his head gradually stop, His Majesty let out a breath of frustration.

He did not say that his strength could rival that of the Qin Emperor, but His Majesty had never considered that he would die at the hands of a second-tier master like Ying Fusu.

Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, and there is a difference between mutual destruction and mutual destruction.

But as long as he heals his wounds and survives, he can be considered a winner, even if he defeats a weaker great monk.

This was indeed a shameless fight, and it made him lose face, but when encountering special types of cultivators such as emperors and princes, their cultivation could not play a decisive role.

Ying Fusu was almost stuck in a state that was rare in his life, and His Majesty really became a target of immobility.

If Ying Fusu had a sky-shaking arrow in his hand, he would die very easily.

While undergoing the treatment of Zhang Xuezhou's Taiqing Zhenshu, His Majesty looked at the silent Qingzhou Ding, with a look of unwillingness on the dragon's head.

Having touched the Qingzhou Ding and seen Ying Fusu emerge from under the Qingzhou Ding with his own eyes, Your Majesty is very clear that this is not the tomb of Qin Emperor Ying Zheng.

The burning of the blood and fat in his body continued, allowing His Majesty to see clearly all around the underground palace, and even see hidden secret compartments, destroyed mechanisms, dry bones, tomb guardian beasts, formation objects, etc.

But there was no sign of a large tomb containing coffins.

It took him many years to find this place, and even longer to enter it, but to no avail.

The Qingzhou Ding almost took his life. It almost beat him to death before and almost burst him after.

The former draws away the strength of cultivation, causing it to decline, while the latter infuses it forcefully. However, for His Majesty, who has not made any progress in a thousand years, the infusion of any power will be of no use, but will disrupt his strength.

Even though the battle was won, His Majesty was not happy.

Of course, winning is better than losing.

He tried to comfort his old and wounded heart.

"We have escaped a disaster this time, but you must remember this painful lesson. Never, ever, ever fight against an emperor of a prosperous dynasty!"

While trying to calm himself, His Majesty continued to teach his valued juniors tirelessly.

"Emperors have something called the power of luck to protect them. Unless they are seeking death, any rash action against them will bring possible disasters, and they can easily find you when you are weak and attack you ruthlessly." The Lord exhaled and whispered, "You and I were hit by Ying Fusu when we were at our weakest, and we ended up in such a tragic way. If the Qin Empire had not already declined, I'm afraid we would have failed here this time."

"Can't we fight the emperor?" Zhang Xuezhou asked casually.

"You can only fight back if they take the initiative to bump into you," said His Majesty, "but it's too difficult to grasp the right balance. In the future, you should try not to provoke them, so as to avoid unexpected disasters!"

"I never cause trouble, never provoke the emperor!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied angrily, but his heart was moved.

"Your Majesty, can we get some luck and power to protect our bodies?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Luck is a double-edged sword," His Majesty whispered, "It is difficult for someone to have good luck all the time. Luck can also backfire on you, and it is hard to have a good ending!"

“So high risk?”

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed in surprise.

But Zhang Xuezhou was not too shocked. After all, if a person like him who was in danger of losing his life at any time did not take a shortcut, he would not have a good ending.

"When you say it's difficult, you mean this kind of thing is difficult to do, but has anyone ever accomplished it?" Zhang Xuezhou asked casually.

"Throughout history, few people have succeeded. Even Donghuang Taiyi, Dijun, Haotian and others have failed, but there are still people who succeeded because of this!"

His Majesty looked up at Zhang Xuezhou.

The luck that Zhang Xuezhou mentioned had nothing to do with their cultivation, but His Majesty was still very interested when he mentioned these things, and there was even a sense of honor on his face.

"This requires transcendence, leaving the Three Realms and entering the Great Wilderness of the Heavens Beyond Heaven, so as not to be affected by the backlash of the bad consequences of the Three Realms' luck." The Master said with a bit of pride: "My master is the only one who has achieved this in the Three Realms!"

"You still have a master?"

"My master's name is Hongjun. You haven't heard of him, right? That's right. He concealed the secrets of heaven and left the Three Realms. All traces of him faded and were forgotten. Only a few cultivators remembered him. He was extremely powerful for an era. The Three Pure Ones could only be his students in front of him. My master used me to light a lamp, just like you use the hair of the old Golden Crow to light up..."

Being the lord and master of a holy land is a disgraceful and even humiliating thing, but Your Majesty has no sense of shame.

Zhang Xuezhou was continuously releasing the Taiqing Technique to heal his wounds. He shook his head, which was becoming more confused, and felt many forgotten memories from the past flooding into his mind.

Looking at the fuel flames in the underground palace, he felt as if he had returned to the days when liposuction was used for lighting, and he had countless memories that he couldn't help but express.

(End of this chapter)