After drinking all night, King Xia was still energetic, or he hadn't felt tired for a long time, because his energy was almost infinite, his infinite physical strength, and profound intelligence made him powerful now.

King Xia set out to leave the hall, and the palace maid behind him was far away from him. King Xia walked through the garden and arrived at the place where a jade lake was located. The waves were as bright as a mirror and the fields of Qiongtian were thousands of acres.

This lake is the largest lake in the royal city. It attracts water from the sky and groundwater, and gathers inspiration to form this lake. It has been built for 30 years and 200,000 slaves died.

Although the lake water is clean, there are no more blood and tears behind it.

There is a pavilion at the center of the lake. Among the vast lake waves, there is only this pavilion, which is as beautiful as this, and can only be seen in the pavilion at the center of the lake.

The eunuchs and palace maids behind him could only wait by the lake. King Xia took one step and reached the lake wave. He had already appeared in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. A thin back had already stood in the pavilion, covered in a black robe, his hair as black as ink, barely reaching his waist, like a waterfall, revealing his long-sleeved hands, as white as jade, his fingers were beautiful and slender, holding each other, and holding them behind him, while he was watching the same white as jade.

King Xia's eyes were so broad that he said carelessly: "I have never let anyone ever since I was a child. This time you have to give me a reason."

The man slowly turned around, and the thousands of waves behind him became a scroll, and he was the person in the painting, the protagonist of the scroll. He was wearing a bronze mask, and there seemed to be a layer of mist on the mask, hazy, and the pair of moving eyes exposed could be clearly seen, with endless deepness and dark voids in the corners of his eyes.

His quiet eyes fell on King Xia, facing the strongest man in the world's strongest country, his mind was leisurely. King Xia also stared at him with no intimacy.

"Don't the ministers say you can't tolerate others? What's wrong with showing your magnanimity this time?"

"No, I don't care what others think of me."

"Saying you don't care, it means you still care."

"Don't think you're sick and you can be so arrogant to me."

The bronze masked man in a black robe was the high priest of Xia Kingdom. No one knew how long he had lived, how powerful he was, and few people knew.

King Xia is the strongest person in Daxia, and the high priest is the most mysterious person in Daxia.

The high priest coughed and wiped the edge of his mouth with a piece of silk cloth, which contained sporadic black blood stains.

A trace of concern appeared in King Xia's eyes, very sincere.

"Don't worry, it's hard for me to survive, it's hard for me to die in a short while." The high priest slowly took out a bright red pill and swallowed it into his mouth.

King Xia said: "Okay, you have to find a way to continue living no matter what. One day I will have a way to cure your chronic disease."

The high priest stared at King Xia and said quietly: "It doesn't matter if it can't be cured, I've lived for a long time."

King Xia sneered: "No one will think that he has lived for a long time. Can you hate me?"

He took a step forward and said indifferently: "Yes, I just disgusted, but I want you to live."

The high priest said softly: "But I don't care about my life and death, I only care about the survival of Daxia and the continuation of Xia clan. Do you know that when you were born, I understood that you will be his most powerful descendant and the last king of Daxia."

"You need to say that, I know everything, and my father knows it too, so he wants to kill me just to continue to exist in Daxia. Maybe without me, Daxia can continue to exist for a long time." Xia Wang said indifferently.

"So when I know, I will kill him." King Xia continued.

The topic of taboo finally came out of his mouth indifferently, how inhumane is it to kill the father.

The high priest's mouth trembled slightly and sighed, "You don't have to admit this in person."

"If you do it, you do it. There is nothing you can't admit. But since you understood when I was born, why don't you kill me, and teach me so many things that I can't kill anyone." King Xia looked at the high priest coldly.

"I thought as long as you are strong enough, you can change your destiny, and you have never let me down. Xia Hou family has so many geniuses, but only you surpass all of them and are more likely to reach the same level as him." The high priest said slowly.

"This is not your reason, but you don't want to say it, I won't force you. Since I told you the truth, you can always tell me about the boy named "Qingxuan". "Xia Wang turned the topic to the beginning.

"You should always know that the world we are in is not a living world. Without the stars and the sun in the sky, the children born would not be able to live too long, and it would be even more impossible for such a large number of human races to reproduce today." The high priest said quietly.

"Of course I know that this world is the world of dead people, or it should be the destination of all the dead." King Xia said lightly.

"Yes, and this world has a lot to do with your Xia tribe, because its birth has a great relationship with your ancestors and the creatures that were born in the Shura Blood Sea. So if there is an orthodox world, the Xia tribe will be half of it, and the Shura Blood Sea will be the other half." The high priest said lightly, but said a secret that even a great scholar like Guan Longzi could not clearly understand.

"So I wanted to flatten the sea of ​​blood and become the true orthodox of this world. If someone hadn't suddenly cultivated into the sword of killing in the sea of ​​blood and achieved the Great Asura, I would have almost succeeded." King Xia was still a little resentful. The Great Asura in the sea of ​​blood had the advantage of the home court, and even he could not do anything to the other party.

The high priest continued: "Yes, attacking the Shura Blood Sea is much more important than placing the Dongyi and the Shang dynasties. I also believe that you will be able to accomplish this one day. It was not until thirteen years ago that I realized the irresistible fate. That year, the other side of the Shura Blood Sea bloomed.

The blooming of the other side of the river means that the true master of this world has finally arrived. There cannot be two suns in the sky, and there will be no two masters in this world. His arrival naturally means the demise of Xia, because the Xia tribe has half of the orthodox world, which is something that no new master can tolerate unless you surrender to him, but you will not surrender.

And that young man should be the person who blooms for the red shore flower, and the ultimate master of the world."

King Xia said coldly: "Then he shouldn't be left behind."

"You can't kill Tianyi, let alone kill him, so I wonder if I can have a karma with him before this. If Xia disappears in the future, at least the Xia tribe can still exist." said the high priest Youyou. He started preparing for this matter many years ago.

The general trend of fate cannot be resisted, but there are still many things to turn around for small details.

(To be continued.)
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