The ancient god emperor in the city

Chapter 2 God Emperor Inheritance
"Nimma, I just want to find a treasure, earn a little money, open a small shop, be a little local tyrant, and be a bit of a tyrant, is there something wrong?" Zhao Chen couldn't laugh or cry, he was dazzled by the treasure hunt.

He wanted to drive the sailboat to leave, but an invisible barrier blocked his way, and the sea was also covered with hazy fog, which was extremely weird, that is to say, he was trapped.

Thinking about those bones on the beach, Zhao Chen finally understood that the so-called treasure was really just a trap.

The clothes of these monks are different. They should have come here in batches. Will he be the last one?

What should Zhao Chen, who is hungry and drinking at the same time, do?
"Master, I don't want to die." Zhao Chen jumped off the sailboat and looked for food on the beach, but there was no food here at all, and there was only death-like silence.

The whole day, Zhao Chen was looking for food, but unfortunately he couldn't find it at all.

"Fuck, I've seen survival on a deserted island, but it's useless." Although Zhao Chen was very pessimistic, he didn't collapse, but he was very tired.

The night began to sink down.

Zhao Chen came to the cave, laid out his clothes, and prepared to go to sleep, there is no unparalleled road, Zhao Chen always had this idea in his heart.

……

In the depths of the pitch-black cave, light spots flickered, and a remnant soul was rising, slowly flying towards Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen, who was in a drowsy sleep, didn't realize at all that a huge change was brewing.

Suddenly Zhao Chen's head hurt, he forced his eyes to open, staggered towards the depths of the cave, and stopped in front of a three-meter-high stone tablet.

There is a huge sword mark on the stele, the pattern is complex and changeable, unknown and mysterious, it is unknown how many years it has existed.

Vicissitudes, magnificence, everything began to turn in the wheel of fate.

"The clone is finally here." An ancient voice sounded in Zhao Chen's mind.

Zhao Chen's soul trembled.

"Who are you?" Zhao Chen felt that his body was light, and he had already entered the stone tablet.

The blood-colored sand flowed in the breeze, and there was endless silence. A huge black sword was stuck on a huge dragon skeleton. The bloody light on the sword was dozens of meters long.

In addition to this dragon skeleton, the corpses of the monster race, witch race, fairy race, demon race, human race, and some unknown races all lie forever in this bloody desert.

Zhao Chen stood in the desert, looking towards a dilapidated temple in front of him.

"dream?"

Subconsciously walked towards the temple, the steps were full of traces left by the battle, the blood had already turned black and dried, and the bones were everywhere.

Above the temple, on a huge dragon-patterned stone pillar, there are dense cracks. A monk is being pierced by a long sword and directly inserted into the stone pillar. This monk has been dead for tens of thousands of years.

However, the physical body is not decayed, exuding a faint fairy air!

Suddenly Zhao Chen trembled, and a familiar will summoned him.

Walking along the steps into the temple, in the deep hall of the temple, a handsome young man with long hair sat on a dragon pattern stone chair, looking at Zhao Chenzhong.

"I am the God Emperor." The voice was powerful and majestic.

"God Emperor?" Zhao Chen was confused.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, you are the last clone of the emperor."

Zhao Chen couldn't believe it, is all this true?

He pinched his face hard, but found that there was no pain at all.

"Dream?"

"This emperor has run out of time. After merging with this emperor's remnant soul, you will awaken and inherit this emperor's will. Remember, you will be a god emperor from now on." There was a sense of vicissitudes and withering in the words of the god emperor.

Zhao Chen's eyes were beating.

"Slow down, brother, if this is not a dream, you are really a god emperor, and I'm just your clone?" Zhao Chen was startled.

"This emperor has evolved three thousand clones, and you are the last one to come here. Listen well, if you can return to the God Realm, you must complete three things. First, win the position of God Emperor. Second, get Zi Yan , and third, destroy everything, slaughter all living beings, and build a brand new God Realm!"

Zhao Chen was stunned when he heard that.

"I care that you are God Emperor Mao, I don't have time to chatter with you." Zhao Chen was quite speechless, feeling that this was just his dream, it couldn't be real.

But suddenly the remnant soul of the god emperor rushed towards Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen had no way to resist.

Fusion begins!

In the hall of the temple, a huge light is surging.

"what!"

Zhao Chen's soul was in the process of fission, he had never experienced that kind of pain, and there was no chance of passing out, it continued, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

……

In the early morning, the blood-colored sand outside the temple floated in the breeze as usual. Zhao Chen opened his eyes, and a feeling he had never felt before appeared.

"Memory confusion?"

Two voices sounded in Zhao Chen's mind.

"who are you?"

"Zhao Chen?"

"God?"

"Don't talk."

Zhao Chen was speechless, what's going on?

"I'm Zhao Chen, no, I'm the God Emperor!"

Zhao Chen scratched his head.

"Zhao Chen, God Emperor?"

Memories flooded.

He had a dream, a long, long dream. He was silent for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I see." Zhao Chen yawned, and jumped up excitedly the next moment.

"inherited!"

Zhao Chen swallowed a mouthful of spit, he has inherited the memory of the God Emperor.

No, he was originally the clone of the God Emperor, and now he is the new God Emperor.

But apart from the memory, Zhao Chen's personality didn't change much at all. He didn't dare to be interested in killing at all, so he recalled the things in the God Realm.

"When is the time for retribution, I don't want to live for revenge." Zhao Chen is quite realistic, this is society.

There are instructions in his memory, as long as he gets the inheritance, he can become a cultivator. Compared with money, Zhao Chen wants to live forever.

But Zhao Chen's eyes had become abnormally indifferent, and it took a long time before he finally recovered.

"Yes, treasure house!"

Zhao Chen walked towards a huge secret room under the temple.

Pass through the strange stone gate and stand in this secret room. In fact, this temple has long since decayed, and no one has visited it for many years.

There are many teleportation stone doors in this secret room, and there are probably some treasures in each teleportation stone door.

At this time, there was only a stone gate flashing, Zhao Chen stood under that stone gate, feeling a little excited, wondering what was inside?
Taking a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to walk into the stone gate.

A blinding white light flashed across, and Zhao Chen froze in place.

"dragon!"

A giant cyan dragon with a length of more than [-] meters was lying on the ground. Zhao Chen didn't dare to take a breath at all because of its terrifying and ferocious appearance, and his memory seemed to surge.

"seal!"

The dragon clan was sealed with bright red chains, and it was impossible to escape.

But after a closer look, the dragon spirit has long since disappeared, leaving only a body.

"Swallowed?" A memory emerged again.

"The soul is gone, and the body is probably a treasure." Zhao Chen was so excited that he rushed to the Dragon Clan, trying to tear off a dragon scale, but it was completely impossible.

Although this is a low-level dragon, its body is also quite strong. Unless it is a god, it is impossible to disintegrate this dragon.

"Fuck!" Zhao Chen sat down on the ground, not knowing if he could become a god-man, and looking not far away, there was a strange little blood-colored gourd, but there was no record in his memory, what's going on?

Although Zhao Chen inherited the memory of the God Emperor, he did not inherit the memory of other clones, and he was not the only one who came here.

He picked up the little bloody gourd, opened it and smelled it, it smelled strange, after shaking it, there seemed to be liquid inside?
Suddenly Zhao Chen's eyes trembled, and he stared at the dark corner.

"Corpse?"

Zhao Chen walked up to the corpse and looked around, there was more than one?
In the corner, there were no less than ten corpses, but only one was well preserved, and the rest had long since turned into skeletons.

There is a small notebook on the ground?

Zhao Chen couldn't help picking it up, and glanced at it, is it in regular script?
"The next generation of the successor of the God Emperor, if you open this record, it means that I have fallen. I am the 99th successor of the God Emperor. I am a low-rank immortal. I was seriously injured in the battle of the fairy world. Unable to return to heaven, tens of thousands of enemies attacked the temple again, although I vowed to defend the temple to the death, but I don’t think I will live long, so I can only write this record to remind the next generation of successors.”

Zhao Chen was stunned. Could it be that the previous 99 generations have fallen, and he is the last generation?
Continue to turn to the next page.

"About this temple, in fact, my generation doesn't have any heaven-defying artifacts, which are basically consumed by the previous generation, but there are still a few treasures, such as Tianxie Sword, Luoshen Spear, Nine-turn Golden Wheel, Xuantian Divine Armor, There are only these four artifacts left, and they are sealed in the second stone gate. The stone gate has ten layers in total. Unfortunately, I only opened the first five layers, but there is nothing good inside, except for the dragon corpse on the first layer. Look for it, and you should be able to see a small gourd, which is my fairy artifact. It contains half a pot of dragon blood. My soul is damaged, there is really no way to save it..."

Zhao Chen continued to turn the next page.

"I don't have anything good to leave you. An immortal artifact, the Chiyan Sword, is still well preserved. The rest of the immortal artifacts are basically broken. You just need to drop a drop of blood essence and refine it... ..."

The word was interrupted, it was probably lost at that time, and I didn't have time to explain anything more.

There was a scarlet long sword beside the corpse, Zhao Chen wanted to grab it, but was stunned for a moment, how much does this shit weigh?

The key is that he is not yet a cultivator, and he has no blood essence at all.

Moreover, Zhao Chen couldn't even mention the Chiyan Sword, isn't this nonsense?

"Fuck, forget it, let's find a way to survive first." Zhao Chen's idea is very simple, only when he is alive can he have a chance to leave.

He found that after fusing the remnant soul of the god emperor, his body seemed to have changed, and his hunger was also reduced a lot.

"Let's find something to eat first."

So Zhao Chen began to search in the temple, his senses were quite keen, and he seemed to smell a faint fragrance.

In a strange hall of the temple, there are many fruit trees growing. Zhao Chen also found them based on his feeling. If there is food, he will not die of hunger.

Standing under an ancient tree.

"pitaya?"

This dragon fruit tree is at least 1 years old, and the fruits on it are all red and mature.

It is estimated that after a plantation cultivator died a long time ago, the seeds that fell from his body germinated...

Zhao Chen couldn't help but tore off one, picked it up and gnawed it, the terrifying aura instantly rushed into Zhao Chen's meridian, just a small sip, and almost exploded to death, fortunately, the remnant soul of the god emperor suppressed the aura riot, draining the excess Zhao Chen's life was saved only when the aura was eliminated.

These fruits contain spiritual energy, which is quite good for Zhao Chen, and can speed up his cultivation and become a cultivator.

But Zhao Chen also learned to be smart, and only ate a little bit each time.

So Zhao Chen started his cultivation career, the memory of the god emperor, his memory, constantly blending.

Zhao Chen's soul has undergone a huge change, and he can actually feel the aura. By practicing meditation, Zhao Chen broke through to the first level of Qi refining not long after, and his cultivation is soaring. The ancient tree fruit in the temple is enough to keep Zhao Chen alive .

And all the treasures in the cave were moved into the Temple of the World of the Stone Tablet, and this stone tablet has a famous name, it is called the Tongtian Stone Tablet!

Artifact too!
……

"God Emperor, be destroyed!"

"A mere ant dares to act presumptuously in front of this emperor, he should be punished!"

Eternal's memories are flowing, overlapping and intersecting, everything is so illusory, like looking at flowers in a fog, it's not real.

"I am Zhao Chen, I am the God Emperor!"

This memory will emerge from time to time.

"Childish, beeping all day long, Zhao Chen would often laugh at himself in his dreams, what kind of god emperor is no longer important, the important thing is when can he leave this ghost place.

　In contrast, many words are blocked and can only be replaced with homonyms. Please bear with me. This is the first time for a newcomer to write about the city, so I just hope not to slap my face.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)