Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

The first King of Wei, who was lying in the ancestral temple, slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness gradually woke up from his deep sleep.

When he looked around and saw that he was lying in the ancestral temple, being worshiped by future generations, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable joy and emotion in his heart.

"I didn't expect that one of my descendants would be able to do this and gather all the luck in the world. God will not destroy me!"

Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, activated his true energy and stimulated acupuncture points all over his body with a thought.

Bang, bang, bang...

The sound of cracking brocade silk came from within his body.

It was like the seals on the acupuncture points were being opened one by one.

All the acupuncture points on his body suddenly lit up with golden spots of light, as bright as stars.

There is strong energy flowing out of it.

Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, felt that his body was filled with a mysterious force, giving him renewed vitality.

After a while, he tried to move his fingers, then sat up and found that he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

The first King of Wei made a move, stood up from the ancestral temple, took a deep breath, walked down from the high platform, and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that I was the one who succeeded in taking this step in the end. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you." Your descendants have failed to live up to expectations."

After saying that, he opened his five fingers and fished it out of the sky. White strands of national destiny were caught in his hands like silk, and they were condensed and manifested.

Looking at the wisps of national destiny, the first king of Wei felt the powerful power contained in it, as heavy as a thousand stones, and showed a bit of pride on his face.

The reason why they gave up their cultivation and established a country back then was because of the glimmer of possibility.

This world is a pond that is about to dry up, and they are the fish hiding in the puddle.

If you want to transform into a dragon and live forever, you can't stay in this puddle, you have to jump out.

National destiny is their only chance.

The time is now.

In the ancestral temple, incense smoke curled up and candlelight flickered in the daytime.

Zongzheng, who was nearby, noticed someone laughing in the ancestral temple.

He was startled, thinking that some unscrupulous person had broken into the ancestral temple without authorization, and hurried over to check.

When he pushed open the door of the ancestral temple, the sight he saw made him stunned for a moment.

I saw the legendary first generation King of Wei standing quietly at the altar table with a smile on his face.

Although his face was slightly pale, his whole body exuded an indescribable majesty.

"The first...first generation king?" Zong Zheng's voice trembled, with a hint of disbelief.

He never thought that one day he would be able to see this legendary figure of Wei in person.

The eyes of the first King of Wei moved slightly, and his gaze was like lightning, piercing Zong Zheng's heart.

He said calmly: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Who are you?" Zong Zheng swallowed and his face became extremely nervous.

An ancestor who had been dead for hundreds of years suddenly lived in front of him, which would be difficult for anyone to accept.

"Me? I am Zhao Xuancheng, and everyone in the world likes to call me the founding emperor of the Wei Dynasty!"

As he spoke, his voice fell.

Behind Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, there was a little golden light of stars, looming.

Zong Zheng recognized that this was the appearance of the deceased king before his cultivation had declined.

He hurriedly knelt down on the ground, his eyes full of awe: "This junior is Zongzheng, responsible for guarding the ancestral temple. I didn't know that our ancestors were awake, and I missed my welcome from afar. Please forgive me!"

However, the eyes of the first generation Wei King gradually became greedy and hot.

He stared at Zong Zheng, as if he had seen through his soul: "Your blood is a little impure, but you can actually become Zong Zheng."

Zong Zheng's heart trembled, and he knew that what the first King of Wei said was the truth.

Although they are from the same clan, after hundreds of years, his bloodline is no longer purely the bloodline of the Wei royal family.

In fact, not only him, but the bloodline of many Zhao clan members has also become weak.

"But it's okay, it's a little bit good after all."

Zong Zheng frowned, a little confused.

I saw the first king of Wei stretch out his finger and tap lightly.

Zong Zheng felt that the power of his blood was forcibly deprived of him, and a piece of national destiny was also pulled away from his body by a powerful force.

"This is... ancestor, what do you want to do?"

"Of course I ate it. You are all the 'rations' I left for our country. Now they are ripe and it's time to harvest."

"what!"

Zong Zheng's face turned extremely pale, as if he thought of something and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, the energy and blood in his body drained much faster than he expected.

Threads of blood-mist-like substance, mixed with wisps of white national destiny, were continuously integrated into the body of the first Wei King Zhao Xuancheng.

As time went by, the complexion on Zong Zheng's face became extremely bad.

His body also began to wither beyond belief.

He tried to struggle in horror, but found that he could not move at all.

In front of the first King of Wei, he was like an ant being pinched in his hand. He died immediately after his energy and blood dried up, turning into a pile of withered bones.

The first king of Wei looked at the withered bones on the ground without any fluctuation in his eyes.

He knew this was just the beginning.

After devouring Zong Zheng, the first Wei king did not leave the ancestral temple immediately.

He sat cross-legged and began to slowly refine the energy, blood and national destiny that had been stripped from Zong Zheng.

Although these powers were far from enough for him, they were enough to make him feel a little bit satisfied and fulfilled.

As his strength gradually recovered, the face of the first King of Wei also turned rosy.

He opened his eyes, with a sharp light shining in them, licked his lips and said, "It's not enough!"

He knew that if he wanted to fully regain his strength, he would need to devour more blood and national destiny.

So he mercilessly turned his target to other bloodlines of the Zhao family in Wei.

The first king, Zhao Xuancheng, pushed open the door fiercely and walked out with his head held high.

He let go of his consciousness and felt around, and couldn't help but smile a little: "There are many of my descendants in the palace, and it's time to harvest them together."

The figure of the first King of Wei turned into a black shadow and suddenly disappeared from the place.

Nowadays, the ancestral temple has been newly expanded, and many Zhao family members from the Wei Kingdom live here.

The first generation of King Wei was like a ruthless predator, secretly depriving them of their vitality, blood and national destiny, and disappeared silently.

As more and more bloodlines were devoured, the power of the first generation of King Wei gradually returned to its peak state.

However, he was not satisfied with this.

He knew that when more and more national fortunes were deprived of condensation, his cultivation would be greatly suppressed.

If you want to maintain your cultivation strength, you must find a way to alleviate this suppression.

"It's time to collect the three dragon veins left behind back then." These three dragon veins are the formation mysteries he personally laid out when he founded the Wei Kingdom. They contain the ultimate principles of the earth's veins and can be consistent with the destiny of the country.

After so many years of cultivation, it must be more complete.

As long as it can be collected, the suppression of the national destiny can be greatly reduced, so that his cultivation strength will not be greatly affected.

The first king of Wei followed the location in his memory and walked to a dry well in the imperial garden of the palace.

"Unexpectedly, these three dragon veins dug their own veins and became spiritual."

He stretched out a hand and suddenly mobilized all the energy in his body, trying to take out the three dragon veins.

But what surprised him was that he found that the ancient well was empty and there was nothing.

What about dragon veins?

Where are the three dragon veins I left behind?

The first king of Wei was a little unbelievable. He put his hands together and increased the intensity of the search.

As a result, he was shocked to find that there was really nothing inside, only vague traces of true meaning.

"Who dares to steal my dragon vein?!" The first king of Wei shouted angrily, looking a little angry: "Ah, who is it?"

Deep in the Wei Palace, an angry shout exploded like thunder, causing the entire palace to tremble.

The first King of Wei's face was ashen, and his eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent.

He discovered that the dragon veins he had left behind had been taken advantage of by others, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

"Okay, okay, they are all a bunch of trash. It seems that there is no need to keep these descendants of mine."

Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, disappeared and appeared in Daliang City.

Nowadays, under the influence of Zongzheng, many Zhao clan members from Wei State stay in Daliang every year.

These people became the targets of the first generation of King Wei.

He mercilessly began to massacre the blood of the Zhao family of Wei State, and no one was spared.

Whenever he kills someone, he will stretch out his palm, strip away strands of energy, blood and national destiny from their body, and then integrate it into his own body.

"This alone is not enough."

The first king of Wei jumped up and was suspended in the void.

He clasped his hands together, and the Seven-Star Juelian Formation in the palace seemed to be inspired and suddenly started to operate.

With the formation as the center, a powerful wave of energy spread out.

The children of the Zhao family who were far away suddenly felt a strong palpitation in their hearts.

Zhao Hongming, who was in retreat, immediately opened his eyes and his heart tightened.

"There seems to be something unexpected in the palace!" Zhao Hongming thought to himself. He immediately stopped the retreat, flashed his body, turned into a stream of light and flew towards the palace.

When he arrived outside the practice room, Zhao Hongming was shocked.

He found that the palace was in chaos and there were countless wailings.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's not good, something happened to the Emperor..."

"His Royal Highness is also abnormal..."

There were constant noises coming from beside me.

Zhao Hongming threw all this information behind him and stared at the bloody and white light curtain above the palace.

The formation that had always protected their royal family in the past seemed to have turned into a great refining formation, depriving them of their vitality.

Zhao Hongming felt a powerful force exerting pressure on him, wanting to deprive him of his vitality and... national destiny!

So fiercely that his face turned extremely cold.

His keen consciousness captured the figure in the sky, and he could feel the powerful power fluctuations and the fierce killing intent emanating from him.

Without hesitation, Zhao Hongming turned into a clear light and flew upwards, straight into the sky.

The first-generation king who was collecting blood and energy seemed to have noticed something. He let out a light sigh and turned around.

"Who are you?" Zhao Hongming asked loudly: "You are making such trouble in the territory of Wei Dynasty!"

His voice echoed in the air, as if it could penetrate the clouds.

The first King of Wei turned to look at Zhao Hongming, his eyes full of surprise. He kept looking Zhao Hongming up and down, and asked in disbelief: "Are you the contemporary King of Wei? Why can you have such a cultivation level?"

Zhao Hongming looked carefully, his heart sank, and waves of waves arose.

This person is exactly the same as the first king of Wei enshrined in the ancestral temple.

He did not return to the words of Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, and asked in surprise: "Are you the first king of Wei?"

Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, was noncommittal and chose to acquiesce.

Zhao Hongming said with a gloomy face: "What do you want to do?"

At this time, a red and white light floated out from the palace and merged into Zhao Xuancheng's body.

Zhao Xuancheng said with a hint of intoxication: "What else can be done? Of course it is for immortality."

Zhao Hongming, who had a keen sense of consciousness, instantly understood the intention of the first King of Wei.

He narrowed his eyes and said: "You founded this country with your own hands, and your descendants shed their blood for this. How can you treat them like this for the sake of immortality!"

At this time, Zhao Hongming couldn't help but think of the words that Zhao Meixu often talked about.

It was only with the remaining heroes of the sixth generation of the Wei Kingdom that it was possible to unify the state today.

It's so ridiculous now that I think about it.

"Huh, sacrifice? This is just an excuse for the weak." The first king of Wei said disdainfully: "We established the kingdoms at that time to condense the national destiny of the whole world."

"As long as the destiny of the country is condensed, and with the help of the power of the gods and demons' weapons, I can open the gap between time and space and ascend to the world of immortality. By then, I will have eternal life and endless power. What does this mere Wei country mean? "

An unknown anger surged in Zhao Hongming's heart, and he asked loudly: "So this is the reason why you slaughtered your descendants?"

"Descendants? That's just the rations I left behind." The first king of Wei sneered: "Now I have surpassed the upper limit of this world, and what I can pursue is a higher realm and power. If you understand, I I advise you not to block my way."

Hearing this, Zhao Hongming suddenly laughed for some reason.

"why are you laughing?"

"First King, you are wrong." Zhao Hongming said in a deep voice: "Do you think you are the supreme one in this world?"

"Otherwise?" Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, said with a solemn expression: "Before the founding of the country, I was in the realm of creation. My cultivation fell too quickly later on, just because I sealed up most of my energy and blood. Now, I I have regained many bloodlines and have returned to the top, coupled with the refining method of national destiny, who else in this world can be my opponent?"

Zhao Xuancheng, the first king of Wei, took a step forward, and the momentum from his whole body burst out.

"I have predicted a long time ago that when I wake up again, in a few hundred years, there will be no warriors like me in this world that is already a prison."

"Really? Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Zhao Hongming shouted angrily, and his voice echoed in the palace like thunder.

All the cultivation in his body was unleashed at this moment, and a powerful aura burst out from him, as if tearing apart the void and distorting the surrounding air.

Click, click, click.

Under the gaze of the first King of Wei, Zhao Hongming's figure expanded inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye he saw as if a majestic mountain peak towered between heaven and earth.

The muscles on his body became distorted by his momentum, forming terrifying whirlpools of air.

boom!

The mountains and rivers behind you are full of visions, like a world of its own.

The first King of Wei looked at Zhao Hongming, who was completely different from the other two people. His face, which was once confident of winning, froze, and his throat became a little dry: "Good fortune... fourth grade..." (End of this chapter)