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Chapter 210
King Chu stood up, feeling the gradual restoration of the complete Nielong Gong body, and an unprecedented sense of strength filled his heart.

It's just... how is father?

He looked at a palace made of huge stones.

The subordinates outside are saying that King Yan is crazy, but he knows...

My father is not only in good health, but his condensed martial arts body is also terrifyingly powerful, and he seems to have the ability to predict the future.

After several sparring sessions, I have never met my father's clothes.

Moreover, the use of dragon energy and the supreme knowledge passed down by the ancestors of the dragon are extremely profound, far surpassing himself.

Although he is the True Lord of Yangshen, his strength is far inferior to that of his father.

King Chu engraved his question on a wooden strip, and after tidying up his appearance, he was ready to meet his father.

After his lover died, King Chu had completely lost his ambition to rebel.

It's just that my father's pursuit of power is too endless, and the king of Chu tried to dissuade him several times, but nothing happened.

However, although King Yan has closed the door to thank guests for a long time, he has always answered questions about his own strength and cultivation.

So he planned to use this as an excuse to dissuade him again.

However, what worried the King of Chu was that it was said that Nuo suffered from strange diseases due to the miasma that his father was invading in the vast sea.

In recent days, even the closest guards could not see King Yan.

The King of Chu looked at the night above the sky, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go see his father again tomorrow morning.

Although the father's cultivation base is profound, he injured his body in the battle with the mysterious true king and is currently recuperating, so it's better not to disturb him.

In the early morning of the next day, the king of Chu asked Yan Wang's personal guards to see him on the grounds of his cultivation.

Although he is his own son, his father has injured his body's origin after all, so he cannot let others approach him at will.

The king of Chu can understand this and has no complaints.

After a while, the personal guard walked out with some awe: "My lord..."

Before the words fell, the king of Chu showed anger, and a long sword condensed from black mist took shape in his hand.

He slashed forward suddenly, and the bodyguard instantly turned into thick water.

King Chu looked around and looked at the surrounding guards with an unhappy expression: "There is only one prince here, and that is Gu's father. Do you understand?"

These personal guards looked at the King of Chu in horror, and hurriedly said, "Yes... yes... His Royal Highness."

The king of Chu nodded and took the lead. After walking through a familiar corridor, he arrived at the quiet room where his father was retreating.

There are two personal guards standing in front of the quiet room. They are members of the own family. They have the body of a snake and the tail of a snake, showing the aura of a great real person with the ninth level of thunder tribulation.

It's just that the faces of these two people were panic-stricken, as if they had encountered some great terror.

The quiet room was filled with smoke, and a sense of peace and tranquility flooded his heart.

Looking at the golden body of Longtian Shanshen, the king of Chu respectfully saluted it, and then put a stick of incense on it.

Looking at his father with his eyes closed, King Chu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If it wasn't for that damned Feng Tianyu and Lun Zhuandao, how could the father be in such a situation.

Why should I and my father be reduced to the desperate land of Hanhai, waiting for a comeback.

Thinking of this, the king of Chu became even more gloomy and resentful, wishing he could rush to the territory of Dazhou to kill all directions to vent his anger.

After waiting for a while, King Yan opened his eyes, and King Chu hurriedly saluted: "Father."

King Yan nodded, and then said to the two personal guards: "Stand back."

The two of them were immediately relieved, and the snake's tail under them quickly left as fast as flying.

"Tell me, what problem did you encounter?" King Yan's voice was extremely hoarse, making it difficult to hear the original tone.

This voice made King Chu in a trance for a while, it seemed a little familiar, but it didn't arouse any memory of his father.

"Father, I read the historical records and found that the Nielong Kung Fu Body may be more powerful than the Emperor's Dharmakaya..." King Chu had already prepared his words and began to talk about how to improve the Kung Fu Body.

Before he finished speaking, King Yan interrupted him: "You mean, this king doesn't need to seize the heir, and the things that the family has worked hard for for thousands of years are all mistakes?"

When King Chu heard this, he couldn't help but murmured: "It's not..."

As he spoke, two lines of bloody tears rolled down from King Chu's eyes, and streams of black mist continued to pour out of his body:
"Father...my lover died in this dispute, and my heart is as gray as ashes."

"What kind of throne is vain."

"I don't want to see, father, you also fall down this road."

After a while of silence, the King of Chu contained the black mist emanating from his body: "Father, I ask you to think more about it."

King Yan let out a sigh: "Nielong Gongfu... how can it compare with the Heavenly Son's Dharma Body."

When the king of Chu heard this, he knew that the persuasion had failed.

He knelt on the ground on one knee: "Father, even though I have said that, I will still go through fire and water for you, and I will do anything!"

King Yan stood up, seemed to be wandering, then stopped suddenly, looked at King Chu who was kneeling on the ground with bright eyes, and dropped a booklet:
"This method is destined for you. After practicing it, your strength will go further."

Just as he was talking, King Yan sat cross-legged on the futon again.

The King of Chu picked it up and looked at it, and there were four large characters printed on the cover.

Bipolar heart source.

He asked his father to resign, then turned around and left the hall.

Although this attempt to dissuade him still failed, his father's intention seemed to be wavering.

A few days ago, my father rejected me mercilessly.

King Chu recalled the scene when he visited his father a few days ago, but found that he seemed to be the only one in the quiet room.

It was as if his father had gotten into his head and scolded him mercilessly.

Thinking of this, he started to have a headache, and walked out of the gate of the stone palace all the way dizzy.

The king of Chu, who was suffering from a splitting headache, began to run wildly all the way.

It wasn't until he got out of the area covered by the formation that he looked at the miasma spreading continuously in the sky, and he felt refreshed for a while, and asked the guard beside him:

"Why don't you remove the formation that blocks the miasma?"

The personal guard flinched slightly, after all, the "King of Chu" in front of him has killed many people in recent days.

But he still could only bite the bullet and replied:
"Return to the king... His Royal Highness, it was requested by the prince and cannot be withdrawn."

King Chu was a little puzzled. After inhaling the miasma, he became more sober.

But these people must be shrouded in the formation to isolate the miasma.

Perhaps it is correct to persuade father and king to withdraw the formation.

After strolling outside for a few laps, King Chu felt extremely relaxed, and then walked into the formation, ready to go back to his bedroom.

Along the way, all the personal guards looked at him in awe.

But when they looked at the stone palace where King Yan was, they were all terrified.

He was a little dissatisfied, his father was nothing more than cruel.

But he usually treats his servants well, so he doesn't know what these people have to fear.
But... this miasma is really good.

The King of Chu began to recall the feeling of inhaling the miasma, wanting this taste to be deeply engraved in his soul.

If I can dissuade my father, withdraw the formation, and let everyone feel the benefits of this miasma, maybe I can stay here forever...

(End of this chapter)