Chapter 107 Legendary King

The giant tiger is too huge, with a body length of more than 30 meters and a body height of 20 meters. The tiger's eyes are as bright as the size of a copper bell, and the roots of the tiger's hair on its body are white and shiny, which is very beautiful.

When Mu Zifeng saw this giant tiger, his first reaction was the only guardian beast of the Shengyuan Empire, the guardian beast that produces intelligence and can speak human words.

If the guardian beast can evolve and transform again and fade into a human form, it will become a guardian spirit beast. However, the records of the guardian spirit beast in the ancient classics are also words, perhaps it is just a legend.

The guardian beast tiger stared, and thousands of people at the scene felt their hearts tremble slightly, and a sense of submission poured into their minds and knelt down one after another. Even all the ancestors, the emperor of the Shengyuan Empire, bowed down respectfully.

"See the guardian of the ancestors."

In addition to not being a human body, its intelligence and strength are much stronger than that of the cultivated ancestors in the war, so it is natural to call it the guardian ancestor.

The tiger eyes of the guardian beast swept over Mu Zifeng, and then opened his mouth and said, "The national master has an order. Lao 15 and Shengyuan Tianzi immediately went to the guardian hall to meet. The ancestors of the Holy Yuan Dynasty imprisoned King Xiaoyao and Lao Shi immediately for punishment. And named Mu Zifeng the legendary king and Murong Prodigal son as the sword king. Other rewards are waiting for the new will.

The guardian beast appeared and issued a series of orders. They immediately saw five royal ancestors flying out of the high platform. They captured King Xiaoyao from the ruins and left the competition stage like a dead dog. As for the tenth master who collapsed on the high platform without blood, he obviously knew his fate.

"I didn't expect that the national teacher would personally order me to be king." Mu Zifeng was a little stunned. You should know that there are only two types of people in the imperial royal family. One is the biological brothers of the Holy Yuan Emperor, and the other is the ancestor who practiced his spirit. The rest have never appeared differently.

But this time, two foreign martial artists have been awarded as kings, which is regarded as breaking everyone's cognitive common sense.

A burst of dizziness surged into his heart, and Mu Zifeng staggered to the ground. Zhao Xiaotian was replenished by her innocence, but her spirit recovered a little. She saw Mu Zifeng collapse to the ground and knew that he had hurt his vitality. She quickly pressed her palm on his chest to enter a little true qi to help him recover.

But after entering several times in a row, I also felt that my true qi had disappeared.

"Don't waste the truth. I have found the strangeness of his body."

Zhao Xiaotian saw Mu Zifeng's pale face, her eyebrows moved slightly, grabbed one of his hands, and the palm of her hand was opposite to it. She was really angry and wanted to stimulate the wisp of magical power hidden in her heart.

It was a golden blood, which was the golden blood left in her body when she helped her stimulate blood power. At this moment, she was stimulated to flow out of Xiaotian's heart.

But this golden bloodline is too advanced. It has been suppressed by Xiaotian's own two bloodlines, but now it is immediately counterattacked.

Zhao Xiaotian's face changed slightly. She felt that the three forces were about to penetrate the body and could not be controlled at all.

"What's going on? How can there be a third blood force on Xiaotian's body? That power is so powerful. The beheading king flew to Xiaotian's side. He was very clear about his bloodline, so he was surprised to see the third golden momentum that broke out on Xiaotian's body.

The ancestor of Lingshan Jiantang around him felt the three blood breaths and was also surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, but he quickly shouted, "Sweetie, guard the spiritual platform and return to your spirit."

Zhao Xiaotian sat cross-legged and guarded the spiritual platform with a trace of clarity. This is not the riot/riot of Dantian Zhenqi, but the struggle of her own bloodline, which is not under her control at all.

Three phantoms appeared, and outsiders saw the virtual shadow of a dagger and a transparent elf with wings outside Xiaotian. The elf is holding the dagger and constantly fighting with a golden airflow.

"The blood soul, Xiaotian's blood can actually manifest the soul. She is a rare bone and spiritual root in a thousand years!" The five special envoys of Lingshan were shocked, and only four of the whole Lingshan disciples could have bone spiritual roots. All of them are top figures. Every time they improve a level, their strength will grow geometrically, and they are all perverted supreme masters.

The most powerful of the four is the little saint of Lingshan.

No one can intervene in the bloodline dispute, but everyone is guessing what's going on with the third golden bloodline power? Many people who were going to leave were attracted by this magical scene and stopped to watch.

Xiaotian's body can't move, so she can only sit there stiffly. The illusory elf above her head became more and more bravely, as if to cut off the golden airflow into countless pieces. Just when the stalemate was over, the golden airflow actually turned into a little tiger, grinning and roaring back at the elf.

After a while, the little tiger turned into a hovering python, an eagle, a spirit crane, a fierce horse, a fierce bear, a black turtle, and a golden monkey. The offensive was quite fierce, killing the elf.

Everyone's eyes were round. Unexpectedly, the wisp of golden qi and blood also hides the blood soul, and it is quite advanced.

More than 20 ancestors on the high platform were also stunned one by one. The higher the level, the stronger the strength, the more they feel the vastness of the world and the smallness of individuals. If you want to see through a higher level, you need to surpass the opportunities, courage, confidence, and more importantly, your own talent potential.

There is no doubt that Zhao Xiaotian in front of her is a talented descendant. The news that she has a bone and spiritual root will soon be transmitted back to Lingshan. Maybe even the little saint will personally guide her to practice. In particular, the blood soul stimulated by the golden qi and blood is so strange that they have never heard of it.

"It's not good to go on like this. In case Xiaotian's own blood power is suppressed, she can't control her own power." Thinking of this, the king reached out and grabbed his hand and was about to imprison the golden qi and blood soul, but the soul seemed to be able to sense his hostility and turned into a light and disappeared into Xiaotian's body. Without the resistance of golden qi and blood, Xiaotian's own blood soul was also newly hidden in her body, waiting for the next awakening.

"Shh." Zhao Xiaotian finally took a breath. She looked helplessly at Mu Zifeng, who had passed out in a coma. "It seems that you still have to recover by yourself."

Seeing that Zhao Xiaotian was unimpeded, the king was relieved, but then he became excited. He never knew that Xiaotian's bloodline actually stimulated the soul. A kind of blood soul is not very strange, but the fusion of two completely different blood spirits will make his own bones change, that is, transmission As long as those who have the bone root do not dies halfway, there is hope to impact the realm of the great god.

"Congratulations on killing the king. It seems that it won't be long before you will be summoned by the little saint to enter the spiritual mountain to practice."

"Everything depends on the special envoy to help more." The king knew what he meant. With the talent of the little sweet bone spiritual root, he must have an extraordinary status when he entered Lingshan. As the saying goes, a chicken and dog will ascend to heaven. Sooner or later, he, the ancestor of the Zhao family, will have the opportunity to enter Lingshan Mountain to practice.

Because the national teacher personally issued an order, the genius competition was completely over, and everyone returned to wait for a new order from the court. Of course, everyone is sad and happy. Naturally, the happy side of the fifteenth master is the people, and the side who defected to the tenth master is worried and panicked.

Everyone can see that the fifteenth master will enter the East Palace and become the prince of the Shengyuan Empire. Soon, he will exercise the power of supervision, and finally successfully inherit the emperor's dragon throne and master the imperial sacred weapon.

Mu Zifeng slept for five days. When he woke up, the qi and blood power in his body automatically recovered three layers. He carefully explored the situation in his body. In addition to hurting his vitality, there was basically no big problem.

He got up and moved his muscles and bones in the room, played Taiji magic fist once, and accidentally found that his external skills seemed to have improved a little, sprinting to 100,000 pounds.

"Whose room is this?"

After the evolution of boxing, he found that there was a golden embroidered octopus robe and a golden bun crown at the head of the bed. After carefully observing the environment of the room, I slept on a dragon bed made of pure gold and jade. ** bedding is a very rare jade cicada crystal silk weave, which is very soft and comfortable. The tables and chairs in the house are made of very precious golden silk nan wood, which is definitely not an ordinary place where princes live.

There were two martial arts masters waiting outside the house. Mu Zifeng opened the door and took a look, "Come on."

When the two martial arts masters saw Mu Zifeng wake up, they quickly ran to him and knelt down respectfully, "See the legendary king."

Mu Zifeng remembered that he heard the guardian beast convey the order of the national master before he fell into a coma, one of which was to make himself the legendary king and Murong prodigal son the sword king. So, the octopus robe prepared at the head of the bed is for yourself.

"I didn't expect that this genius competition could not compete with Murong's prodigal son. I don't know the power of the mythical king-level martial arts 'Tiandao'. However, his ability to be crowned also shows that his strength will never be weaker than himself, and he may be stronger. Murong Prodigal Son, one day I will defeat you. Mu Zifeng restrained his thoughts and waved his hand and said, "Wow up. What's this place?"

"To the legendary king, this is the inner palace prince's mansion. The prince said that you needed a good retreat, so he vacated the room.

"The prince is really heartless." It seems that the fifteenth master will soon become the new emperor of Shengyuan after turning the world around and entering the East Palace.

"Legendary King, the prince asked us to wait here. If you wake up, please inform us immediately. The prince said that he would hold a grand court banquet for you. On the one occasion, he would celebrate your title, and on the other, he would read the first edict after exercising the power of supervising the country in front of all the ministers.

Mu Zifeng took a breath and nodded, "Okay, let's do it."

He returned to the bedside and put on the embroidered golden octopus dragon robe and a king's cloak. Suddenly, his whole temperament changed. After looking at the bronze mirror, Mu Zifeng almost couldn't recognize himself. He was tall, with a tiger's back and waist, jade face and noble.

"It's also time to return to Xirong County, the vassal of Hexi. After more than a year, I don't know how the two elders, the eldest brother, the second brother, and the two sisters-in-law are doing? And those three lovely nieces and nieces are all in the capital, and they have to have a good talk with them. At least Mu Xiaoxiao can't recognize himself, and the other two younger ones will naturally not recognize the third uncle who has changed a lot.