Chapter 619 The blood of Wu Zun, the cause of resurrection
Eight hundred years ago, Yao Lao sacrificed his life in order to continue his martial arts.
Eight hundred years later, the martial master Ye Guyun also gave up himself, just to leave some seeds for martial arts.
Both of them are willing to give everything they have to martial arts. This courage is touching.
"Under the king's realm, a hundred years is the limit. Wu Zun knows that this chaos will last for many years. Even if he leaves behind descendants, it will be difficult for him to survive until the chaos is settled."
According to what Xue Yang said, Wu Zun foresaw that the chaos would last for a long time, and it would take at least a thousand years for martial arts descendants to continue to exist.
But those martial arts descendants below the king's level cannot live that long, so Wu Zun sacrificed all his blood to extend the lives of a thousand martial arts descendants for a thousand years.
After listening to this, Mo Que was deeply moved. Yao Lao and Martial Master Ye Guyun both gave their all to continue their martial arts!
He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Wu Zun, can you finally explain how you will revive martial arts after you wake up?"
Martial arts has been destroyed, and all realms are intolerant. Everyone does not want to see martial arts descendants appear again, so as not to pose a threat to those who have bullied martial arts.
Although a thousand people were left behind, even when Wu Zun was alive, he was unable to preserve the martial arts. How easy would it be to revive the martial arts with just these thousand people?
"Yes!" Xue Yang nodded and said: "Martial Lord said that he has given half of his martial blood to another person. He asked us to wake up and find that person, and that person will definitely be able to bring us back to life.
Martial arts."
"Who is that person?" Mo Que was startled and asked eagerly.
Renewing martial arts and letting it flourish for ten thousand years was also his promise to Yao Lao. Therefore, he also wanted to know the preparations made by Wu Zun before his demise. Otherwise, it would be too difficult for him to rely on himself.
Xue Yang thought for a moment and then said: "Wu Zun said that that person comes from the Immortal Realm, and his name is... Mo Que."
Moque was stunned.
The person Wu Zun was talking about and the preparations he made was actually himself?
"Martial Lord, gave me half of his martial blood?" He froze on the spot, and some moments kept flashing through his mind.
He remembered that eight hundred years ago, he had died and shed the last drop of blood on his body.
However, eight hundred years later, he was inexplicably resurrected and reappeared in the world, and the blood that had been drained from his body actually reappeared.
It turns out that what was flowing in his body was the blood of the Martial Lord?
This incident had a huge impact on Mo Que, and he couldn't recover for a long time.
If Yao Lao led him to the martial arts and allowed him to practice cultivation again after his body was broken, then the martial master Ye Guyun gave him a new life.
His kindness is not as great as that of Yao Lao!
"Yao Lao regards me as the hope of martial arts, and Wu Zun also entrusts the entire martial arts to me!"
At this moment, Mo Que felt that his shoulders became extremely heavy.
Now he is not only burdened with his promise to Yao Lao, but also the expectations of Martial Lord Ye Guyun!
"It's a pity that after we recovered one after another, we were still unable to find the person Wu Zun told us about, so we were noticed by people from all regions first!"
Xue Yang's empty eyes could not even shed tears. He choked and said: "People from all regions are chasing us crazily. Except for me, many martial arts people who woke up suffered heavy casualties. Some
The injuries on his body are even more serious than mine!"
The reason why he was resurrected was because he received the blood of the Martial Master. Besides, he thought that he was a member of the martial arts. When he heard this, Mo Que clenched his fists with murderous intent.
He forcibly restrained the anger in his heart that day and said: "How many people are still alive in martial arts today?"
Xue Yang said bitterly: "Over the years, martial arts practitioners have gradually awakened. We all have the blood of martial masters in our bodies and can sense each other. We have successively made contact. There are about five hundred people who have awakened, but..."
He clenched his fists and said unwillingly: "After being discovered by people from the outside world, we were hunted down and killed. Of the five hundred people who woke up, there are now only less than a hundred left. Many of them were injured and disabled.
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Originally, martial arts descendants like Xue Yang, after waking up, always remembered Wu Zun's instructions back then and not to be easily exposed until the chaos was over.
When people like Xue Yang woke up and saw that the martial arts domain was occupied by people from various domains, seizing their fortune, they were all furious and wanted to die together with the people from each domain.
However, each of them shoulders the important task of continuing their martial arts and not letting it be cut off. Therefore, although they are angry and unwilling, they have always endured and hid, not daring to show their faces. Until now, they have not been noticed by people from all regions.
Until not long ago, when the news came that the ancient martial arts holy land had been found, Xue Yang, the martial arts descendants, finally couldn't hold back.
"The Holy Land of Ancient Martial Arts is very important to our martial arts and cannot be tarnished. Moreover, the Martial Lord may be buried here, so after we heard about it, we wanted to find out whether the news was true or false. Because of this, our traces were exposed, and we were subsequently punished.
People from all regions are chasing and killing!"
Through Xue Yang's words, Mo Que realized that there were still many twists and turns in the matter.
Martial arts practitioners are all proud and would rather break than bend. Knowing that a place like the Ancient Martial Holy Land has been found by outsiders who have occupied the martial arts domain, how can they be willing to be occupied by them?
For this reason, they did not hesitate to take huge risks and show up to inquire. However, this inquiry exposed the secrets of the martial arts descendants.
"Where are those people now? Take me to see them!" Mo Que stood up.
Wu Zun sacrificed his own life to save the lives of those martial arts descendants, and he received half of Wu Zun's blood to be resurrected. How could he let those martial arts people be wiped out?
Xue Yang shook his head at this time and said: "Those people are the seeds left behind by the Martial Master who sacrificed his life. Although you are a martial artist, I still don't know your identity!"
"Besides..." He said with a dead look on his face: "I came here with my traces exposed, and I had no intention of going back. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at our martial arts. Please forgive me for not taking this risk!"
Listening to the meaning behind his words, Mo Que knew that he was afraid that if he returned at this time, he would lead the way for people from all regions and help them find the martial arts master.
Moreover, even though Xue Yang had told him so much, he still had doubts about his origins. After all, it was related to the entire martial arts, and he did not dare to take risks easily.
"Whoa!"
Without explanation, Mo Que forced a drop of blood from his fingertips and let it float in front of Xue Yang.
"This is..." Xue Yang suddenly felt the familiar aura on this drop of blood, and said in a trembling voice: "This is the blood of the Martial Lord? And unlike us who only got one drop, the Martial Lord's aura in this blood is so strong.
, who...are you?"
Mo Que sighed and said, "I am the Mo Que that Lord Wu wants you to find."
Despite the speculation, Xue Yang was still frozen in place.
He had no eyes that could shed tears, but his voice was crying. He knelt heavily in front of Mo Que and said in a trembling voice, "Is it you? Is it really you?"