Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

Chapter 129 Old Monk Martial Venerable!The body is rotten, but you can still fight!
These special lamps are called soul lamps!

And each of these soul lamps represents the martial arts powerhouses of the Great Xia Dynasty. They occupy high positions, and the weakest are Hualing.

Once someone dies, the soul lamp will naturally go out.

Dead lights go out!

That's the truth.

Yan Qingyue still remembers that when she came here last time, more than 40 soul lamps were still burning.

But now, there are only about thirty lamps left.

Those that went out basically burned out the lamp oil and burned out the wick.

Under the scouring of the years, he died at the end of his life.

"Once upon a time, Great Xia was at its peak."

"In this Palace of Protecting the Emperor, the soul lamp burns more than a hundred times, and it is as bright as day!"

Yan Qingyue thought silently in her heart.

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind.

"Cough cough..."

Hearing this voice, Yan Qingyue turned around immediately, with a respectful expression on her face, she lowered her head slightly and said, "Yan Qingyue, I have met Master Wu!"

Not long after, there was another person in front of Yan Qingyue.

This person is wearing a blue official robe of an unknown dynasty, and has no hair.

His eyebrows showed a look of deep fatigue, and a face that was so old that it was almost unrecognizable.

If Su Bai were here, he would secretly exclaim that this person is several levels worse than that bad old man Long Bohai!

It's like a wine jar that has been aged for who knows how long and has accumulated dust for too long...

A bad old man dressed as a monk, trembling, walked out of the dark place in the hall slowly.

Holding a rag or something in his hand, he rubbed the oil lamp in the main hall, and slowly walked to Yan Qingyue's side.

This bald old man, in the words of the market, half of his body has been buried in the soil, leaving only half of his head, which is exposed outside to breathe.

Anytime, anywhere, it is possible to drop the pick and fall to the ground to die.

But when Yan Qingyue saw the old man, she didn't dare to despise the old man, and the respect she showed was even more respectful than Emperor Xia's!
When Yan Qingyue was a young child, she had already heard the legend of the old man.

Wu Tianming, it is said that this person was originally a scholar of the late emperor, and later became a monk. His martial arts qualifications were mediocre.

Later, I didn't know if I met a chance, or met the guidance of a fairy.

Wu Tianming stayed in the Sutra Pavilion for more than a hundred years, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, reaching a level that even the previous emperors could not imagine!
It's shocking!

If it is now, if you go to read the classics of the royal family, you can still find the records of the battle that year.

It is said that a young sect leader of the Soul-Eating Demon Sect had an unrivaled talent that the Demon Sect had not produced for thousands of years.

As soon as she broke through to the Dao Palace Realm, she became arrogant and arrogant!
He even coveted the three thousand in the late emperor's harem, and planned to snatch them all, and take them as his own furnace!
As a result, the young suzerain met a mysterious master not long after entering the palace.

This person only made seven moves in total.

After seven moves, the young sect leader of the Soul-Eating Demon Sect dragged his remains and fled three thousand miles away from the imperial city at extremely high speed. The Taoist Palace and the Dharma were shattered, and his physical body almost collapsed!
If it wasn't for some trump cards, he might have died on the spot.

As soon as the news of this battle came out, both good and evil were in shock!
Only then did I know that there was actually a Taoist palace power in Daxia Imperial City!
Wu Tianming was honored in the first battle, and was bestowed the honorary title by the former emperor, Martial Dao God!
Compared with such peerless figures, even though Yan Qingyue is a national teacher of the current dynasty, she is still nothing.

Just a junior kid.

"It turns out to be the little girl from the Yan family!"

The old monk wandered to Yan Qingyue. His eyes fell on Yan Qingyue, and then he said softly: "Strange! Why are you still looking like that before?"

Yan Qingyue said with a wry smile: "Master Wu, you should be talking about my aunt, Yan Luoxue!"

"Yes, yes!"

The old monk seemed to see it clearly now, he nodded and said: "I said that after so many years, the girl from your Yan family hasn't grown old yet."

"By the way, your aunt Yan Luoxue, how is that girl doing now?"

Yan Qingyue lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "My lord, Auntie Yan Luoxue, she died as early as 50 years ago."

Hearing this, the old monk fell silent.

"I'm probably really old and confused."

After a while, he said with a faint gaze: "At the beginning, I was the one who watched her soul lamp dissipate in front of me, why would you ask such a question now?"

"Ugh……"

A sigh, the cause and effect of the past cannot be fully explained.

Suddenly, the old monk asked again: "That girl Luoxue, did she get married before she died?"

Yan Qingyue shook her head, "No, my aunt never married in her whole life!"

"I have never been married in my life... I have never been married in my life..."

The old monk murmured softly, the words were so weak that only he could hear them.

After a long time, he sighed deeply and sighed.

"That girl Luoxue is also a poor person."

Then, his eyes shifted to Yan Qingyue's body, and then he said with a sad face: "You Yan family has been serving Daxia all your life, but you have already forgotten yourself."

Yan Qingyue listened obediently without refuting.

Probably the older a person is, the more nagging and nostalgic they become.

The old monk pulled Yan Qingyue and chatted about the past.

Some of them she could understand, and some she couldn't quite understand.

When the conversation was almost over, the old monk asked about the business, "Why did you come to the Emperor Protector Hall today?"

Finally got to the point!

Yan Qingyue took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "Because of something recently, Qingyue has been panicked and it is difficult to solve the confusion, so she came here specially to ask Master Wu to clarify the confusion."

Then, Yan Qingyue told the old monk about the Great Xia Dragon Qi being broken into two pieces.

After Yan Qingyue finished speaking, the old monk didn't reply for a while.

She was curious and looked intently.

The old monk closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if he was in a trance, completely motionless.

"Lord Wu!"

Yan Qingyue called out.

Only then did the old monk be pulled back from the state of "entering concentration".

"Finished?"

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief and then asked.

"It's over."

Yan Qingyue was a little helpless, since he learned about such a big event that related to the life and death of Daxia, he has been having trouble sleeping and eating.

Even the Emperor Xia didn't dare to tell, so he rushed to the Emperor Protector Palace in a hurry.

Why... After hearing this, this guy actually fell asleep?
She really didn't know what to say.

"Dragon energy breaks, disaster energy surges, and catastrophe arrives!"

"The old man finally understands."

"Master Wu, is there any way to deal with it?"

Yan Qingyue hastily asked.

"Old man, I'm about to die, so how can I deal with it?"

Wu Tianming smiled casually, and then said softly: "It's nothing more than letting my old bones suppress this calamity!"

His tired eyes scanned the many oil lamps in the hall, and his eyes fell on the lamps that were placed highest and burned the weakest.

"Old people like me are all leftovers from the first battle of the Li Dynasty. There are still a few people."

"One person goes up and fights for a catastrophe, and probably will pass through this catastrophe..."

"They're all just a group of dying people. They are inherently powerful, but their bodies are already rotten."

The old monk shook his head.

Then, he whispered with a smile.

"However, since the catastrophe has arrived, we can still fight."

(End of this chapter)