Barbarian Throne

When Zhang Debiao walked into the temples, the first thing that caught his eye were the rows of statues of gods on both sides of the hall. There were about three hundred statues. These statues were of different shapes, some were from the human race, some from the celestial race, some from the dragon race, and many more. Strange races, some with three-legged bird heads, or eight-armed snake bodies, or three heads and six arms, or six legs and three eyes, all kinds of strange things.

Without exception, these statues exuded heavy divine power. Zhang Debiao calmed down and discovered a fact that shocked him.

He could actually hear the beating of hearts inside these statues!

Jarens smiled and said: "These are the remains left by my father and many uncles after their reincarnation. Their cultivation has reached the peak of demigods in every life, and their bodies are immortal. They have been left for so long, and they still have heartbeats. These Each body in the body has the godhead, divine power, divine fire and memory of their previous life. There is a strange connection between the body and reincarnation. If you lose your memory after reincarnation, you can touch these bodies and restore your previous memories. In the event of an emergency, you can directly take away the divine power, divine fire, and instantly restore your peak cultivation level. However, memory loss after reincarnation rarely occurs, and it only happened once." After that, he looked at it with great meaning. Zhang Debiao glanced at him.

Zhang Debiao was stunned for a long time, then slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked towards the end of the temple. Many peak demigods were surrounding the seven corpses like stars holding the moon.

These seven corpses wear crowns and purple robes. Although they have been dead for a long time, they still exude a majestic spirit. The divine power they exude is far stronger than that of others. It is obvious that their cultivation is the highest among many demigod peak experts and is unfathomable.

"These seven remains must be His Highness's father, the Magic Emperor of Hetings, right?"

Yallens walked up to these relics, looked up, and said with admiration: "It is my father. My father is talented and domineering. He is the overlord of the world. He has a long lifespan. Other uncles have been reincarnated for more than ten years. times, he was reincarnated only seven times.”

Jarens smiled proudly and said: "The magic emperors of the Holy Yuan era were not inherited, but elected by force. After the death of the previous magic emperor, my father and all the powerful demigods in the mainland competed for the throne of the emperor. After conquering all the masters, he became the magic emperor."

Zhang Debiao nodded slightly, he knew this.

In the Shengyuan era, the position of the Magic Emperor was not passed down from father to son, but whoever was the strongest in the continent could aspire to the throne.

In that era, there were so many demigod-level powerful men that no one could obey anyone. Hetings could conquer so many powerful men and sit on the throne of the Magic Emperor. His cultivation must be extraordinary, otherwise he would not be able to control so many demigod masters!

Yallens walked aside and came to a row of corpses. He looked up and saw twelve corpses standing in a row. At the front was an old magician from a human race, smiling and looking extremely kind.

"This is the Minister of Magic in the Holy Yuan Era, Levis Faqir. I call him uncle. At that time, magic and fighting spirit were in decline. At that time, there were many people practicing magic and fighting spirit, and king-level monsters were everywhere. There are also gods and demons who perform miracles from time to time to deceive people into believing. Mr. Levi is responsible for transmitting magic and quelling the riots of monsters." As he walked, Yallens introduced him and came to another row of corpses. "This is War. Chancellor Chris Fox, nicknamed the Fox of War, is responsible for killing the projected incarnations of gods and demons..."

Yallens introduced them one by one, and Zhang Debiao followed him, looking at the remains of these senior masters with admiration. These people all had earth-shattering cultivation and deeds. Some of them studied magic intensively, some practiced fighting spirit, and some Some are officials in the court, and some are free in the wild.

Everyone's story is a legend and worthy of being told in history books.

Jarens walked to the last row of corpses and smiled silently. Zhang Debiao's heart was moved, and he looked up and saw that this row of remains were all human-like. After the other demigods were reincarnated, most of them chose bodies with the blood of gods. Their shapes were all kinds of weird, and some were not human at all. Instead, it's more like Warcraft.

But this powerful demigod has always been consistent and stubborn in reincarnating as a human being. Moreover, this row of relics has thick eyebrows, big eyes, tall frame, and rough appearance. They are clearly from the barbarians of Southern Xinjiang!

Yallens chuckled and said: "Brother De Biao, the last time this uncle was reincarnated, about a hundred years ago, it happened that King Trayasa tried to penetrate the endless void and came to the ninth level of the abyss. Trayasa. King Li is very ambitious, but how can he penetrate the endless void with just one god? He failed to descend smoothly, but it caused space-time turbulence in the sky above our temples, so that something strange happened when this uncle was reincarnated. , The soul is sent somewhere by the turbulent flow of time and space.”

Zhang Debiao looked carefully and saw that there were fifteen sets of these remains, including men and women, old and young, with different appearances. All of them had their eyes closed tightly, and only the sound of heartbeats came from the chest. He said: "Your Highness, I and I They look different, how could they be the reincarnation of this senior? "

"After reincarnation, his appearance will of course be different. Brother De Biao, this uncle has a very simple name, Wildhammer. He is the ancestor of your Wildhammer surname."

Yallens smiled slightly and said leisurely: "If you want to know if you are him, it is actually very simple. Just touch the body. If it is really you, the spiritual power between you will vibrate, and all the memories of the past life will It all comes back to you. If it weren’t for you, nothing would have happened.”

Zhang Debiao's expression was uncertain. Even now, he was not sure whether he was the reincarnation of Wildhammer. The origin of his martial arts came from the dream world. In the past, he only regarded his various experiences in the dream world as a big dream, which was an illusion and not reality.

But now that he thinks about it, the experience of the dream world is still vivid in his mind, unforgettable, and makes him feel that it is what really happened.

If he really was the reincarnation of Wildhammer, then everything would be solved.

When Wildhammer was reincarnated, he encountered the King of Trayli and bombarded the endless void, causing turbulence in time and space. As a result, his soul lost its memory and was sent to that strange plane for a lifetime until his next reincarnation. Returning to this world, he became a native of Southern Xinjiang stubbornly and perseveringly.

This would explain why he had a serious illness when he was young, and when he woke up, he felt as if he had lived in another world all his life.

Jarens looked at his face and said in a persuasive manner: "Brother Debiao, if you recover your previous memory, your cultivation will be smooth sailing in the future. I am afraid that you will be able to become a demigod again in a few years and reach the peak of perfection. Even if you don't want to practice, , you can also directly absorb the divine personality, divine power, and divine fire in the lost body, which is enough to make your cultivation reach its peak in an instant!"

Zhang Debiao took a long breath, calmed his mind, closed his eyes, and slowly extended his hand to one of the corpses.

When they were about to come into contact with each other, he suddenly seemed to have a wonderful connection with those remains. He heard all kinds of deafening sounds in his ears, and a pair of incomplete pictures suddenly appeared in his mind. Countless messages were about to move, trying to send them to his mind. Drill away.

Zhang Debiao suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the fifteen corpses also suddenly opened their eyes. Balls of divine fire emanated from the body, and the flames were flying around the body.

He took back his hand, and the divine fires suddenly retracted into their respective bodies.

Jarens stared blankly at this scene, then suddenly laughed and said: "Uncle Wildhammer, it's really you! There are countless wonderful and incredible things in the world, but the most amazing thing is this! Uncle, why don't you touch it? Restore the memory of the past?”

Beads of sweat rolled down Zhang Debiao's forehead, and his voice was hoarse and he said in a harsh voice: "Your Highness, if I regain my former memory, will I still be the same person I am now?"

Jarens was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "I can't answer this question. I'm afraid my father and uncles can't answer it, because they have never encountered such a situation." He thought for a while, turned around and walked out of the hall. He walked over and said, "Uncle, you can decide for yourself whether you want to restore your past memories or not..."

Jarens closed the door of the temple, and the temple became silent again. All he could hear was the deep heartbeats coming from the remains.

Bang, bang, bang...

Zhang Debiao slowly sat down, struggling and hesitant in his heart.

He is not an indecisive person, and his thoughts and actions have always been consistent, but this time he was really stuck in a struggle and didn't know what to choose.

The benefits of restoring the memory of his past life are obvious. In his previous life, Wildhammer himself was a strong man at the peak of demigods. He was able to reach the gods with his martial arts. His martial arts knowledge and insights about fighting spirit are unmatched. As long as his memory is restored, it is only a matter of time before he reaches the peak of demigods. .

Jarens said that it would only take a few years to become a demigod, but in his opinion, it doesn’t take that long at all!

Going to hell was full of dangers, and he even offended the most notorious of the twelve pillars of demon gods, the Great Red Sky Demon God. Even if he could break into the purgatory god realm, he would definitely die at the hands of the Great Lord Chi Ming.

If he has the strength of a peak demigod and is proficient in fighting and fighting, even if he is not a match for the Lord Chi Ming, if he wants to escape, the Lord Chi Ming will probably not be able to stop him.

What's more, the world in his chest still suppresses the projected incarnations of the two demon gods. If he is called a demigod and refines his mental power into divine fire, he can refine the projected incarnations of these two demon gods and absorb the memories of the gods. Maybe he can Find a way to become a god!

Zhang Debiao's face was complicated. Looking at this row of remains, the benefits of restoring memory were so great that others would definitely do it without thinking, but his heart became more and more entangled.

The reaction between the slough and himself just now made him understand that he was indeed the reincarnation of the ancestor named Wildhammer, but that was not entirely the case.

He has no memory of Wildhammer. His memory belongs to Zhang Debiao, to Debiao Wildhammer, and to the little Mao Tou who stood at the door and stretched, but was kicked by his father until he was pressed against the wall...

His name is Aman, and he carries a tiger and a dog, not Wildhammer!

If he reaches out and touches his own body, Wildhammer's memory of more than 100,000 years will be restored, and Aman's memory of just twenty years will be nothing more than a drop in the ocean to him, insignificant.

At that time, he was no longer Aman or Debiao, but the ancestor of the Wildhammer family, an invincible, god-like existence!

"At that time, I will be Wildhammer. I only want to be called a god and an invincible strong man who lives forever. Everything else will be forgotten by me! I will abandon my father, my people, and my own ideas. No. Recognizing those familiar faces that I knew in the past, because I am too weak, because my memory is too short, Third Uncle, Lao Baidi, Yi Aier, Lilith, Aldan...even Brother Tai, Xiao Hei and them! They are all insignificant passers-by in my long career!”

Zhang Debiao stood up slowly, looked at the rows of his own remains, and said with a smile: "There are also those heroes who died on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, Brother Zong, Qi Ge, Yin Moruo... I don't even know the voices and faces of these people. I will think about it again, because my memory is too vast and their deaths are too insignificant..."

Zhang Debiao laughed so loudly that he couldn't breathe. He bent over with laughter and burst into tears. He covered his stomach and walked out. He laughed loudly and said: "In that case, am I still the same person? I am so Hard work, why are you working so hard to become stronger? Isn’t it for them? I have to give up on them when I become Wildhammer. I don’t want to give up on them, so I would rather give up on myself!”

Zhang Debiao walked to the door of the main hall, opened the heavy door with force, and a ray of light shot into his eyes. He turned around and looked at his remains in the palace. Those remains closed their eyes again and fell into silence.

"sorry……"

Zhang Debiao murmured: "I want to be myself again..."

Jarens stood in front of the temples and looked at him quietly, as if he had known he would do this for a long time. He smiled and said: "Brother Debiao, if I were you, I might not make a choice so quickly."

Zhang Debiao strode out of the temple. Suddenly, the depression that was pressing on his chest disappeared. He felt relaxed and said leisurely: "It's rare to be yourself in life. If you live in the past life, what fun is there?"

Jarens laughed loudly, stood side by side with him, and said: "That's true. What you were able to achieve in your previous life may not be impossible in this life, and it is even impossible to surpass yourself. The so-called struggle to defeat, the most rare thing is to defeat yourself. .Isn’t that what practicing fighting spirit is all about?”

Zhang Debiao felt extremely comfortable. He suddenly remembered something and said solemnly: "Your Highness, it is better not to mention my affairs to Emperor Hetings and others."

Jarens nodded in agreement and said: "If Father and the others know that you are the missing Wildhammer, they will definitely capture you and force you to recover your past life memories. Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this matter."

Zhang Debiao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Having said that, it is indeed appalling that Emperor Hetings and those seniors can develop the magic of reincarnation. They are no different from gods."

Jarens shook his head and smiled: "This is not the magic they jointly developed, but the magic created by my father alone!"

Zhang Debiao praised again and again, and suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility, his face suddenly changed, and then he shook his head and smiled: "How could I think of the first magic emperor Alofgret? If Emperor Hetings is the first magic emperor? Lovegret's reincarnation would be really terrifying..."