Chapter 711 The Collapse of Summer Carp

The ten-acre square pool suddenly, like a half-solidified crystal, slowly came out of the stone pool and floated up. This pool of water is extremely sticky. When it rises to a height of three feet, it still maintains the shape in the pool, and the stone pool has already dried up and there is no drop of water.

Shi Wenming was stunned by this miracle. Xia Kun said a word in his mouth, and his hands sent out a thick bucket, like a real water elemental force, and spiraled rapidly into the pool of water. It's strange to say that with the rotation of this water element, the pool is getting smaller and smaller. Originally, ten acres of square, like a hill, it slowly became the size of a cow, and then it became the size of a chicken...

Xia Kun was sweating profusely at this time. Obviously, the younger he was, the more difficult it was to refine. After half an hour, the pool of water was refined to the size of a fist. Xia Kun laughed and suddenly shouted wildly, "Elementary blood, spiritual water into the soul, for Laozi--"

The size of the fist, the blood melted into the water mass that almost turned into transparent air, and then condensed violently. It made a "kakaka" sound similar to a human fracture. Suddenly, it exploded. Si Wenming stared and saw three dazzling and indescribable drops of water hanging in the air!

Then the waterfall hanging above began to rumble down and into the dry stone pool.

"All right!" Xia Qian sat on the ground and muttered, "I'm exhausted." He was extremely excited and smiled at his son, "I'm afraid it will take five hundred years to make another drop of spiritual water!" With a wave of his hand, a drop of spiritual water slowly floated into his palm.

Xia Kun held the spiritual water, with an obsessive face and muttered, "Son, this spiritual water is the hope of my tribe and the hope of my Xia Kun. Come on!"

Shi Wenming stepped forward solemnly, knelt down at his father's feet, and gently lowered his head. Xia Kun was about to press Lingshui on his forehead when he suddenly said, "Dad, you have to explain to me what mission your son will take on after your death?"

Xia Kun slowly withdrew his palm and stared at his son. The father and son looked at each other deeply, and there was a surging and exciting color in each other's eyes.

"Son," Xia Yu muttered, "of course, the ultimate goal is the eternal prosperity of the Xia tribe, let your people, let your relatives, let your descendants have enough food and clothing, not be bullied, and not enslaved. Before you are sure about dealing with Di Yao and Da Shun, you need to endure. Dad, I just can't stand it. The sharpness is too exposed, so I am hated by the world. You won't do it a million times better than I do this.

"My son knows." Si Wenming ordered Zheng to point his head.

"If you can," Xia Kun looked up to the sky and sighed, "As a father, I hope you can control the flood, complete my unfinished business, and return a magnificent wilderness to the people of the world!"

"Dad--" Li Wen's eyes were about to crack and roared, "How many people have you saved by working hard for three years? What did you get? Is there anyone in the world who misses you? How did Di Yao and Da Shun treat you? Why do you have to--"

"Hit!" Xia Yu shouted harshly, "Is it for Di Yao and Da Shun that I control water? You and I are heroes in this wilderness. The parents, wives and children of their own clans sent their sons, husbands and fathers to the battlefield and died in a bloody battle for you and me. The warriors of other tribes used their bones and blood to achieve your and my honor. What did you give them? Wen Ming, those who are willing to die for you, and those who die in your hands, you should be grateful to them. Other heroes regard the common people as ant people, and I regard them as their own glory! There are no thousands of people to accompany the magnificence and grandeur of this wilderness. What the hell are you fighting for? Fight for it?"

"When I first went to control the water, I was thinking that there would be more beautiful grasslands and richer land under the horse's hoofs in the future." Xia Kun smiled on his face, "But in the past three years, I have been working with my former enemies and opponents, sharing joys and sorrows, and then I know that everyone in the world is connected to my blood. If heaven takes their lives, I will ask for it from heaven; when the flood takes away their homes, I will expel the flood... Because I am the hero in this wilderness. Hahaha--"

Si Wenming didn't understand his father's truth, but he vaguely knew that Di Yao and Da Shun would never think so, and no hero or emperor would think so. Maybe it's because of my father's tragedy! However, the greatness of his father in his heart is precisely because he is different from others.

"Dad," Shi Wenming said solemnly, "My son swears here that this flood will be completely eradicated from the wilderness!"

"Good son." Xia Kun was happy in his heart, "Come on, son! Let go of your spirit and taste the greatest power in the world!"

On the top of the Valley of Shenshui, a long-haired virtual shadow stands silently, almost melting with the surrounding mountains. Several timid hares nibbled at the grass roots in the soil in the snow and jumped to his feet without noticing the slightest human breath.

This mysterious shadow closed its eyes and stared, with a five-foot-square light curtain in front of it, which just projected the scene by the pool at the bottom of the valley. He saw a column of blood-like water condensed into a solid state emerged from the top of Xia Kun's head, and the other end was inserted into the top door of Xi Wenming; while one of his hands pressed on the kidney of Xi Wenming, and a drop of crystal indescribable water slowly sank into Xi Wenming's body.

Behind Xia Kun, two drops of water were suspended in the void, and the waterfall behind him rumbled down, but the two drops of water did not move.

"Spirit Water!" His eyes suddenly opened, showing a longing, and his body suddenly turned into a thin flame, throwing lightning into the valley.

Xia Kun first put the blood of his water into his son's body. The blood of the father and son are connected and are not rejected. However, under normal circumstances, the blood will not become part of the body of Xi Wenming, and will eventually leave the body. However, with the help of spiritual water, Xia Kun can absorb the blood into the spiritual water. The spiritual water is the source of all things. The blood is more comfortable to stay in the spiritual water than in the human body, and it will soon be integrated into one. Then melt the spiritual water to every part of the body of the water, so that the blood of the water is rooted into the body of the body of the water, artificially creating a blood.

At this time, the great work is being completed. Shi Wenming's body has almost become a mass of human-shaped water vapor, which is a sign of being penetrated by the spiritual water. As long as the spiritual level slows down and his body recovers, the two will be completely integrated.

This method is a hundred times stronger than the bloodline of fire that Yu Gifu forcibly seized Yu Ruins in those years, and Xia Yu is extremely proud. At this time, the corners of my eyes caught a glimpse of a powerful unparalleled force rushing down from mid-air. The dark and invisible blade, the body of flame, light and shadow combined into an indestructible blade, rushed straight to the spiritual water hanging in mid-air.

"Zi Ziyu--" Xia Kun shouted loudly, split his hand and threw Si Wenming out from afar, and flew up.

There was a loud noise, and the two bodies suddenly separated. Xia Kun's body was thrown out from afar and fell motionless on the rocks in the distance. There was a long cold smile in the air, and Mi Ziyu's figure turned into a flame and swayed away.

There was silence in the valley. The thick fog covered around, and the sky showed a milky light. Although the moon rose to the top of the valley, it could not penetrate the thick fog.

"Dad..." I don't know how long it took before she groaned.

He slowly got up from the ground and suddenly felt that the elemental force in his body was surging like a long river and sea tide. Wherever he was, the original feeling of dissolved in the water had long disappeared.

The thick fog could no longer cover his eyes. Instead, it seemed to become a part of his body, like the extension of vision and the extension of his arms. He only felt that his body was full of every corner of the valley, which could turn the fog a hundred feet away into a part of his body and easily crack the hardest rock.

He "saw" his father, lying motionless under a rock, dark all over, and blood was pouring from his lower limbs and head. He staggered over and fell to his knees. The father, who used to be as majestic as a giant god, was still not human at this time. His bones were broken and his eyes were closed.

Ni Wenming cried loudly, stretched out his hand and pressed it on his father's kidney, and the elemental force rolled in like a river of the Yangtze River. After a long time, Xia Kun slowly opened his eyes and saw his son. There was a smile on his face.

"Dad, how are you?" Mi Wenming shouted.