Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's just that his mouth was sealed, his hands were crossed, and he was pushed to the ground.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Looking at the huge bronze tripod in front of him, King Xia's eyes became ugly, and he raised his head and stared fiercely at Xing Tian'e.

"Great Xia's ancestral teachings, the king's veins are only yours. Even though I, Xingtian, Liu and other four clans, have the power to reach the sky, I have never thought of replacing them. Do you know why?"

King Xia glared at Xing Tian'e, he knew this ancestral precept, but no one told him the reason.

He just vaguely remembered that someone had reminded him that if he took this position, he would have to bear the heavy burden of Da Xia.

But he, a king who has been emptied, has what ability to bear the burden of Daxia?

Looking at King Xia's expression, Xing Tian'e knew what this guy was thinking.

With your palm on the handle, gently pull the blade out.

"Om..."

The crisp and piercing hum made King Xia's face turn pale.

He wanted to struggle, but was pressed tightly to the ground by the guards.

"As the king of Daxia, you are my last trump card in Daxia. Since you want to take on this important task so much, I will fulfill you!"

The moment Xing Tian'e's words fell, a cold light flashed in front of King Xia. To King Xia, it was as simple as a breeze blowing.

Before he even understood what happened, the knife in Xing Tian'e's hand had been retracted into its scabbard.

"End?"

Just when King Xia looked at Xing Tian'e's back as he turned and walked away, he was still holding a fluke mentality in his heart, thinking: "Sure enough, I am the king of Daxia, and I have no heirs, so he dare not kill me."

"what?"

At this moment, King Xia was taken aback suddenly, and saw two people standing beside Xing Tian'e at some point.

One of them was very familiar to King Xia, although he was very embarrassed with disheveled hair.

But the first time Xia Wang saw the other party, he had a bad feeling, which made him feel a bone-piercing chill behind him.

"Jie! It's Xia Jie!"

He had bloodbathed the palace immediately, how could he still be alive? ?

King Xia has no time to think about this doubt.

Because it was getting colder and colder, I subconsciously looked down, and suddenly saw that the ground had been covered with blood at some point.

"Whose blood is this?"

Following the direction of blood flow, King Xia raised his head, and saw his own blood, as if drawn by some kind of force, covering the bronze tripod in front of him.

In his blurred vision, King Xia seemed to vaguely see the imprint of his ancestors on the bronze tripod.

Faintly, King Xia suddenly understood what this tripod was for.

But before he could figure it out, the cold black hole completely swallowed his last thought.

A bronze tripod stained red with blood.The patterns on it are becoming more and more clear.

Where does this tripod come from, why is it placed here, and what is its meaning.

There is no longer a statement.

All I know is that it is placed here, and no one cares about it on weekdays. It is exposed to wind and rain, and it is extremely rusted.

People passing by from now on seem to ignore it instinctively.

But today, after being stained with King Xia's blood, the cauldron began to produce a different brilliance.

The rust on it began to fall off, and in a blink of an eye, the cauldron was completely cleansed.

Clear texture, you can see the shadows of each figure sitting cross-legged, but you can't see the face, but each one is awe-inspiring.

The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies.

This is a great tripod that can only be opened with King Xia's blood.

It was also Daxia's last hole card.

Helped Daxia through crisis after crisis.

Xing Tian'e unbuttoned his clothes. On his seemingly thin body, there were countless dense knife marks, and almost no complete piece of flesh could be seen.

Holding the tripod with both hands, silently recited the ancient mantra.

With the singing of the incantation, a blue whirlwind suddenly rolled up on the bronze tripod, and the whole tripod flew into the sky, suspended in the air.

There was a green sound of "Bang!", and there were waves in the air.

On the body of the tripod, thousands of lines are revived, and for a time, thousands of clouds are born in the blue sky, and the candlelight alone calls out the clouds.

Above the sky, the brilliance of the stars and the moon hang down, the earth is full of vitality, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony.

"what is that?"

"Look!"

In the royal city, everyone raised their heads involuntarily.

Looking at the big tripod above his head, after seeing the figure of King Daxia emerging from the top of the tripod, he screamed in surprise: "It's Yu Zu!"

Among the Xia kings of all dynasties, there was a stalwart figure sitting cross-legged in the cauldron.

I can't see the face clearly, but I don't know why, when people see this figure, the first reaction in their minds is, Yuzu!

The fiery light in people's eyes is the hope of life, and it is the reverence for the king. They know that the kings of the Great Xia Dynasty are still guarding them.

"Dong dong..."

At this moment, the cauldron shook.

One is divided into nine, falling into nine directions in the capital.

Not one of the great cauldrons spewed out a burst of spiritual light, protecting the entire king's capital.

"what is that?"