I don't know when it rained, and the pedestrians on the road began to walk in a hurry. As the rain became heavier and heavier, there were fewer and fewer people, and eventually only one or two remained that came and went.

Lynch ran for a long time, for a long time, this time running more distance than he had run before combined. When he was tired of running, he walked aimlessly in the rain, without direction, but he did not want to stop. When a well-wisher stepped forward to ask, he ignored it, and even rudely asked them to go away.

The drizzle gradually turned into a torrential rain, and he walked forward step by step, shuttling through the overlapping rain curtains, and his body was already soaked, and there was no more dry piece.

Unconsciously, he came to the end of the running avenue, which was an extremely wide square. If it weren't raining, it would have been crowded, but at this moment there would be no one to be seen.

This square is called Emperor Statue Square, and there is a huge iron statue that can be described as "majestic" in the center, which is the emperor statue of Tianwu Emperor Lin Ze, the founding emperor of the Xia Kingdom.

The statue was so tall that the upper half of his body was submerged in the heavy rain clouds, and Lynch stood on the edge of the square more than a hundred feet away, unable to see his whole picture.

In the first year of the Sea King Era, Emperor Tianwu defeated the invincible Tianshu royal family, but died on the way back in triumph, and the whole country mourned.

In order to commemorate the great founding king, millions of warriors of the Xia Kingdom, each of whom dedicated their soldiers used in the battlefield to smelt into a massive amount of molten iron in the "furnace of heaven and earth", which lasted more than 20 years, was carefully cast and carved into this majestic iron statue that is unique in the world.

For thousands of years, there has been no glory in the world that can be compared.

In that turbulent era, almost all the famous armies of the Xia Kingdom that have been handed down to this day were created by Emperor Tianwu, the Black Flag Army, the Tianwu Army, the Dragon and Tiger Army, the Flying Bear Army, the Thunder Cavalry Army, and the Fengshen Army, all of which were powerful forces with outstanding military achievements.

At that time, the warriors revered Emperor Tianwu to a level that was difficult for his predecessors and successors to achieve, and even though he had passed away, the warriors still hoped that their soldiers would blend with the emperor's statue, and that they could continue to fight under him in another world.

When Lynch came to the statue of the emperor, he saw that the rain was flowing down from the huge iron statue, flowing through layers of steps, and overflowing in all directions, forming hundreds of small streams, which was spectacular.

He walked up the stairs and walked to the feet of the statue. That foot alone is several times as tall as him, and it is hard to imagine how tall the entire iron statue should be!

More than 800 years have passed, and the iron statue is almost not rusty, still glowing with a little silver light, and the silver is intertwined, and the whole thing looks like a robe decorated with stars.

If you look closely, you can make out the vague outlines of knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hammers, hooks, maces, and maces.

Millions of soldiers, although they were smelted into molten iron and lost their original shape, their spirits were still there, and in the moment they turned into a small part of the iron statue, they magically gathered the last trace of their form.

As the years passed, the statue of the emperor was not rusted, but it was covered with shocking scars. I saw that his legs were distorted and deformed by the fire, almost distorted, and there were deep and shallow, thick and thin ravines in other parts, which were obviously slashed by super soldiers.

These irreparable scars make all Xia people always remember that humiliating history, that extremely tragic war, and they will mourn whenever they talk about it.

In the ninety-third year of the White Bird Era, nearly 500 years since the death of Emperor Tianwu, the Xia capital city was occupied by the enemy for the first time, which was an unprecedented defeat since the Xia Kingdom.

After the Demon Refining Legion led by the Heavenly Tree Royal Clan entered the city, the first thing they did was not to burn and loot as usual, but to destroy this majestic emperor statue by all means.

They first directly attacked the Emperor Statue with super soldiers, intending to destroy its bottom, causing the Emperor Statue to collapse. But because it was a solid statue cast from iron, even the most powerful soldiers could only leave scars like embroidered chariots, which were of no avail.

In desperation, they tried to dig up the pedestal, causing the statue to fall out of balance, but found that the huge pedestal was made of countless boulders, and a large amount of iron and copper water was poured into it, and it was impossible to dig it out.

Then, hundreds of thousands of troops gathered and hung hundreds of iron locks and ropes on the statue, and they had to pull it down with brute force. The rope broke again and again, but the statue of the emperor still stood safely, without even moving.

There is a legend that the root of the iron mountain grew at the foot of the emperor's statue, deeply rooted in the earth, breaking through the yellow springs one after another, communicating the leylines of the earth, and the entire summer capital city was one.

In despair, the Heavenly Tree came up with a method of fire attack, and they moved almost all the wood in the summer capital city, piled it up higher than the emperor statue, and ignited a fire that could reach the sky, intending to burn it.

They almost succeeded, but the sky was not beautiful, and the fire had just been burning, and it actually rained heavily, and it was a torrential rain that had not been seen in a hundred years, and it was accompanied by terrible thunderstorms.

In the rolling thunder, lightning and thunder balls continued to bombard the summer capital, the fire was extinguished, the thunder and fire exploded indiscriminately, and the demon refining army suffered countless casualties.

Later, some people said that it was the Duke of Lei at that time, Lei Ming, who was holding the heaven-level weapon "Heavenly Thunder Gong" to exert his might, and some people said that it was not Lei Ming, but the Thunder Emperor Lei Shuai who was hidden in the world personally came to guard the Tianwu Emperor.

In short, the Heavenly Tree Royal Clan held out for less than a month before withdrawing from the Xia Capital City and never being able to destroy the Emperor Statue.

After that, the statue of Emperor Tianwu was known as the god of the Xia Kingdom, and as long as he stood safely, the national glory of Great Xia would continue endlessly.

Lin Qi stretched out his hand to touch the iron statue, he was cold, hard, heavy as a mountain, weathered by wind, frost, rain and snow, scorching sun, slashing with knives and axes, burning with fire, still standing proudly, just like the heroic figure of Tianwu Emperor Lin Ze, never forgotten by the Xia people.

The heavy rain is still falling, and there is no tendency to decrease in the slightest, and the heavens and the earth are connected by the rain, and the boundaries cannot be distinguished.

"Whoa!"

Lynch knelt in front of the statue of his ancestor and buried his head deeply.

Emperor Lin Ze, what a great man! He was the strongest person in the world during his lifetime, and after his death, he was regarded as an unsurpassed existence.

This man, who became a general in his teens, has become a hegemon before the age of twenty, and before the age of thirty, he has leveled the world, clarified the United States, established the Xia Kingdom, and achieved unparalleled imperial achievements.

Since then, in the era of his life, he has taken care of both domestic and foreign affairs, and his national strength has flourished, and he has gradually grown into the world's number one power.

During this time, he defeated the Golden Horde in the north, Chongri Island in the East China Sea, the Peacock Empire in the south, the Xingyue Kingdom in the Continental Continent, the Eagle Wolf Expeditionary Force from the West, and the ambitious Celestial Tree Clan.

He forged a mythical life, but died like a mortal, so that the world will remember it infinitely.

The ancestors are great, the descendants are not good, the gap between the two, just like the huge emperor statue and the weak Lynch, one in the sky and the other on the earth, judging like clouds and mud.

He knelt for a long time, suddenly laughed miserably, turned over, and lay flat in the flowing water, his eyes wide open, looking up to the sky and watching the rain.

Because he had no place to be ashamed, he fled, and unexpectedly, he finally came here, at the foot of the iron statue of Emperor Tianwu.

For more than 800 years, the Kirin clan has been looking up to this man's tall figure, and few people can match it except for the heroes of the Golden Age and the Silver Age who inherited his bloodline to the greatest extent. Since the fall of Lin Cheng, the last celestial martial artist, the last hope has also been lost.

As the last, the last descendant of the Qilin who is dying and stealing his life, the first waste among the dozens of generations of the Qilin family, how can he face such a great ancestor?

The rain fell vertically, hitting his body, his face, and his eyes, he was unmoved, staring directly at the dark clouds but the sky with a hint of light.

"I don't care!"

He said to himself in his heart, "I don't really care at all, no matter how great you are, what does it have to do with me? I am me, so I will not be afraid of you!"

But it's not true that Sister Xian'er, who has cared for and loved herself since she was a child, turned out to be the same as anyone else, and her feelings were disgusted and disgusted with herself, and the only beauty in her heart never existed, so he couldn't help himself, and the tears couldn't stop overflowing, and the oath of never shedding tears didn't work at all.

His face was expressionless, his face was glazed, and his eyes did not blink, allowing the big raindrops to hit his eyeballs. Tears and rain filled the deep eye sockets, and the vision was disturbed by the rippling splash of water, and the dark sky seemed to be turned upside down.

After a long time, the rain decreased a little, but it was still heavy, but it fell a little more sparsely.

Gradually, he saw a layer of incomparably pale blood, it should not be that his eyes were smashed by the rain, because he was not blind, and he could see clearly, and even more clearly.

Countless raindrops fell like beads with broken threads, falling all over the sky and slowly descending, as if time had slowed down.

When he saw that a drop of rain was about to fall into his eyes, he couldn't help but reach out to grab it, but he was surprised to find that his movements were slower than the raindrops, and he slowly stretched over, grabbed it, and watched the raindrops hit his eyeballs.

This discovery made him find it very interesting, and he finally broke away from his sad state and began to try to catch the rain with his hands.

Everything in his sight slowed down, including himself, but the raindrops still fell faster than he could move, so no matter how much he grabbed it, he couldn't get it.

So, he took the approach of being one step ahead, trading time for speed. When he was sure that a drop of rain falling vertically from a high altitude would hit his eyes, he moved ahead and used his right index finger to block it above his eyes.

"Click!"

As expected, the rain fell on the fingers impartially.

Lynch was pleasantly surprised, and played with joy, trying to determine whether this was true or not, and to find out what was going on.

At dusk, the torrential rain turns into a drizzle, a breeze blows in the sky, and the raindrops become smaller, denser, and more difficult to fathom.

The clouds were fading, but the sky was getting darker, and his eyes were getting dirtier and dirtier, until they were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He lost consciousness and didn't know if he had fallen asleep or fainted.

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