Wood Release and Sharingan, you want me to be a support?

The king of the first generation stood up slowly, the sacred flag in his hand radiated a brilliant light, and quickly repaired the wounds on his body.

"Didn't this kill him?"

Jiang Ping frowned tightly.

The king of the first generation was much harder to deal with than he thought.

The power of the holy system was fully displayed in him, whether it was attacking or defending, it was impeccable.

It was simply perfect power!

"Huh..."

The king of the first generation held the sacred flag tightly, the wind blew, the flag fluttered, and the golden spear in his hand flashed golden lightning again.

"It seems that if I want to get through, I can only try my best."

Jiang Ping's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan stared at the First King closely, and the deep power of his pupils began to gather.

Suddenly, something flew out of his space ring and floated in the air - it was a dark golden token.

Sacred Token!

The sacred token that Li Tuo handed over to Jiang Ping in the Dark City.

Jiang Ping used this token once when he was in Tai'an City, and then he had no chance to use it.

Unexpectedly, at this time, this sacred token actually flew out by itself.

The sacred token was suspended in the air, emitting a brilliant golden light, and the aura was exactly the same as that of the First King and the sacred flag in his hand!

After seeing the sacred token, the First King actually stopped and looked up at the token.

Then, he slowly inserted the sacred flag into the ground, and his body turned into a faint golden light and began to slowly dissipate.

Before disappearing, the King of the First Generation turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ping and Yan Yue, as if he wanted to remember their appearance.

However, from beginning to end, except for the initial warning, the King of the First Generation did not say a word, nor did he have any communication with them.

"Is this... the Holy Token?? How did you get the Holy Token?" Yan Yue also saw the token and asked in surprise.

"I got this by chance, and I didn't expect it to be useful here." Jiang Ping was also surprised.

"The Holy Token was awarded by the King of the First Generation to the twelve generals who protected the country of the Holy Empire. Over the years, the generals who protected the country of the Holy Empire have changed several times, but there have always been only twelve Holy Tokens."

"I think the King of the First Generation who stopped us is not the real King of the First Generation, but an illusion of him, who stayed to protect the Holy Palace."

"After seeing the Holy Token, he thought we were no threat, so he disappeared automatically." Yan Yue said.

She knew that the King of the First Generation could not be alive for so many years.

It's just that the King of the First Generation has been dead for so many years, and there is still an illusion to protect the Holy Royal Family.

"Illusion? If there is no sacred token, I'm afraid an illusion will stop us." Jiang Ping was a little amused, and at the same time he was in awe.

Just an illusion, but it has such power.

If the first king is still alive, how terrifying would his strength be?

No wonder he was able to suppress all the hostile forces around him and create the glory of the Holy Empire with his own hands.

Yes, this glory could not continue, and the last sacred king failed to stand up, allowing the monsters to make a comeback...

Jiang Ping took back the sacred token again.

"Let's go!"

Without the first king's obstruction, the two continued to move forward towards the palace, walking slowly along the long floor step by step.

This road is not long, but it leads in all directions. Every section is a crossroads, leading to various places in the Holy King City.

The once prosperous royal city is now empty.

After the illusion left by the first king disappeared, no one came to stop Jiang Ping and the others.

They followed the stone bricks, stepped on each sacred king flag, and walked step by step to the front of the Holy Palace.

There was a golden staircase with 100 steps upwards. On the railings on both sides of the stairs, the sacred king flags fluttered in the wind, as if welcoming their arrival.

"Holy Palace... I'll go up first, you stay here, just in case."

Jiang Ping held the sacred token in his hand and asked Yan Yue to wait here, and he went up first.

Although the first king let them come, who can guarantee that there are no other people?

This is the Holy King City, not some mountain valley, it's always right to be careful.

Walking up the golden stairs step by step, Jiang Ping came to the end of the stairs.

Right in front of him was a huge octagonal tripod, supported by four huge tripod legs below.

Embroidered with dark gold mysterious runes, the whole body exudes a deep divinity.

Holy King Cauldron!

The carrier of the Holy King Fire.

According to historical records, after the first generation of the Holy King established the Holy Empire, he created the Holy Law, forged the Holy King Cauldron with his own hands, ignited the Holy King Fire, activated the Holy King Flag, and protected all directions!

Now, this King Cauldron that once carried the Holy King Fire is placed in front of Jiang Ping. It is gray and cold inside, with no temperature at all.

The Holy King Fire... has long been extinguished.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing that Jiang Ping had not made any movement after going up, Yan Yue also followed and saw the huge Holy King Cauldron in front of him.

"Has the Holy King Fire... been extinguished?" Looking at the extinguished King Cauldron, Yan Yue was not surprised.

If the Holy King Fire is still burning, the Holy King Flags scattered in various cities of the Holy Empire will not be invalid.

Behind the Holy King Cauldron is a huge palace,

The real Holy King Palace!

Surprisingly, the door of the Holy Palace was open, and inside was a magnificent palace, but no one was there.

"What should we do now? Is there any way to activate the Holy King Fire?" Jiang Ping frowned slightly.

Without the Holy King Fire, wouldn't their trip be in vain?

The empty Holy King City, the empty Holy Palace, and the Holy King Cauldron that had long been extinguished.

They went through great pains and traveled thousands of miles to come here, but this is the result?

Yan Yue frowned, came to the Holy King Cauldron, put her palm on it, and tried to use her own holy power to activate the remaining power of the King Fire.

But unfortunately, there was no surprise this time, and the Holy King Cauldron had no reaction to her holy system.

"Just you... are you trying to activate the King Fire?"

Suddenly, an old voice sounded.

It was a voice full of sacred majesty, coming from the hall in front.

Jiang Ping and Yan Yue were slightly startled and looked over quickly.

But the hall was full of fog and nothing could be seen.

"Who is it?" Jiang Ping was alert.

"Since you have come here, why don't you dare to come in?" The old voice continued.

The two looked at each other and pondered for a moment.

Then they walked in openly.

Since the other party has already discovered them, why not go in for a while?

Entering the hall, the sacred mist around them automatically dissipated.

In the center of the palace, on the noble throne, sat an old man with a face as old as tree bark, eyes as turbid as mud, and a golden crown on his head.

"Nice to meet you, I am the last Holy King of the Holy Empire..."