In the mountains inside the imperial city, Jingya has already set up a barrier so that no one can spy on the situation here.
Jun Wuxie was meditating and adjusting her breath, recovering the energy and spirit consumed by the super-limit sublimation, as well as the deep backlash caused to the physical body, so as to avoid leaving hidden diseases in the future.
He planned to wait until he returned to his peak state before swallowing the mythical half-step Holy Emperor to practice and improve his realm.
As enemies continue to come from Hanzhou, conflicts continue to escalate, and the opponents he has to face will become stronger and stronger.
It is difficult to say that there are no sleeping ancients in the Holy Emperor realm among the six top sects in Hanzhou.
That kind of existence is definitely not something he can compete with now. Even under the myth, there is no chance of winning.
If you use Lanlan's magical assistance, you may be able to deal with it, but it will also be quite difficult.
Separated from two great realms, it is quite difficult to advance in reverse direction.
As the realm gets higher, the suppression of the realm becomes more terrifying, and it becomes more difficult to cross the realm.
It's not that no one can cross two realms, such as Aunt You and Qingxue. If they proclaim themselves to the realm of the Great Sage, not to mention the Holy Emperor, even the Holy Ancestor can do it in seconds.
But this is totally cheating.
Because since ancient times, no practitioner in the realm of the great sage has grown up to the level of the invincible myth, let alone an eternal myth like Ye Qingxue.
In such a field, even if you are only in the realm of the Great Sage, killing the Saint Ancestor is no different than crushing an ant, because the gap in the field is immeasurable, and several higher realms cannot make up for this gap at all.
The gap in cultivation realm is a gap, and the gap in the field of talent growth intensity is also a gap. Both are hard indicators to measure the strength of a cultivator.
In fact, the growth of talents in the realm of the Great Sage to reach the myth level is already extremely amazing, let alone the myths of the ten directions.
Putting aside the situation where the real big boss suppresses the realm and pretends to be a low-level practitioner, it is a fantasy for the great sage realm to rebel against the Holy Emperor.
"If the Six Sects of Hanzhou really have old antiques of the Holy Emperor Realm, I'm afraid I will have to confront them soon. There seems to be no way to delay this matter. Whether a strong man of the Holy Emperor Realm will appear depends entirely on me killing them. The speed of the mythical half-step Holy Emperor comes..."
Jun Wuxie frowned slightly, thinking secretly.
These two things are tied together, and if he wants to improve his realm, he can currently only use the strong men who have counter-killed the mythical half-step Holy Emperor realm as training resources. Only in this way can he achieve it.
Then an infinite loop is formed between the three things, with no solution!
…
The imperial city did not become chaotic due to the change of political power and throne.
With the Fu Jia Army maintaining order, the city gradually returned to its former lively scene.
In a certain area far away in Hanzhou, among the vast Lingxiu Mountains, there is a particularly majestic mountain peak, standing in the smoke and clouds. From time to time, you can see cranes flying through the clouds and mist between the mountains, emitting a clear and long cry. Voice.
This is the mountain gate of Taiyi Sect.
Taiyi Sect's sects were built on the mountainside and at the top of these mountains, with palaces, palaces and pavilions stretching up and down.
The towering mountains are connected to each other by long bridges in the air, engraved with runes in different colors, like a rainbow hanging in the sky.
At this time, in the depths of Taiyi Sect, in the Soul Pavilion of the sect, an old man with gray hair stumbled out, with a look of shock and anger on his face.
"what happened?"
Several old men guarding the Soul Pavilion looked at the old man who rushed out with a strange expression, and had a very bad feeling in their hearts.
"The Mythical Ancestor Soul Card has collapsed!"
The old man who rushed over said these words tremblingly.
"What?"
Several other old men were shocked when they heard this. They screamed, their bodies swayed, their steps were shaky, their eyes felt black, and they almost fell down.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible. There must be something wrong with the soul card!"
They don't want to believe that they can't accept such a cruel reality.
How could the mythical ancestor die?
The place he went to was just Qingzhou. How could anyone threaten the mythical Half-Step Holy Emperor in a remote place like Qingzhou where cultivation and civilization were backward?
Even if Jun Wuxie defies heaven, it will never be possible to achieve this level!
This matter is too much beyond their understanding.
"I went to see the sect master and all the powerful people, hoping that there is really something wrong with the function of the soul card..."
The old man who rushed out of the pavilion said this with a gloomy face, then flew across the sky and disappeared.
There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Because not only the soul cards of the Shinhwa Ancestor collapsed, but also the soul cards of the eight powerful people brought by the Shinhwa Ancestor.
completely annihilated?
This possibility is extremely small, someone must escape anyway.
Moreover, the Nine Pieces Soul Card collapsed in a very short period of time, which is even more impossible.
Not long after, the sect leader of Taiyi Sect and the old man arrived in front of the Soul Pavilion, followed by a large number of senior officials of Taiyi Sect.
The powerful people who got the news also came one after another, and streams of light crossed the sky and landed in front of the Soul Pavilion one after another.
Soon, hundreds of people gathered in front of the Soul Pavilion, and the number of powerful people alone reached five to six hundred.
These powerful people do not belong to the same era.
Many of them have been sealed and asleep since previous eras, so the number is somewhat staggering.
At this time, an extremely sharp and cold breath came from the sect's restricted area.
A young man wearing ancient clothes came through the air and landed in front of everyone, his eyes as sharp as knives.
As soon as this person arrived, all the high-level officials of Taiyi Sect present fell silent, looked respectful to him, and all bowed down to salute and called "Ancestor".
The young man flicked his sleeves and did not respond. He walked into the Soul Pavilion with a cold face, and everyone hurriedly followed behind.
They soon arrived at the second floor where the soul cards were stored.
The space inside is very wide, and a large number of soul cards are placed vertically, made of black jade.
These soul cards contain the soul imprints of important figures in the Taiyi Sect.
This kind of soul mark has a close dependence on its body. Once the body dies, the soul mark will explode, and the energy formed will impact the soul card to pieces.
In addition to the senior officials of Taiyi Sect, there are also soul cards of outstanding disciples of Taiyi Sect here.
The soul card of the mythical half-step holy emperor is located in the top row, and it is already full of cracks.
"Ancestor, do you think it could be caused by a problem with the function of the soul card?"
The leader of the Taiyi Sect asked, still unable to accept the fact that the mythical ancestor had died.
This kind of loss is immeasurable to the sect!
"Although reality is cruel, we must learn to accept it, because it will not change due to our will." The young man in ancient clothes said and sighed: "I can't believe that you died like this. You were buried in a place like Qingzhou. In that era, all the heroes competed and couldn't bury you. You were a legend back then..."
When he said this, there was a look of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he was recalling those glorious years, the people or things of that era, and the glory and brilliance of that era.
There are not many classmates left in those days and old friends from that era, and now one has been reduced.
"Contact the Xuan Bing Sect and the Blood Evil Alliance immediately, and tell them to quickly notify the strong men heading to Qingzhou. Don't follow in our footsteps and stumble!"
The young man said this, the memory in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a terrible chill.
"Ancestor, Xuan Bing and Xue Sha don't know about it at the moment, so why not take this opportunity to consume their two mythical ancestors. With one of our mythical ancestors gone, this balance will be broken..."
"madness!"
The young man angrily scolded the senior executive who made the suggestion, saying: "Why do we people proclaim ourselves to this era? In addition to accumulating the sect's heritage, there is another very important reason, that is, this era in the prophecy is the most prosperous era in ancient times. The prosperous era Usually accompanied by crisis, forces like ours need to unite with allies instead of fighting each other. Otherwise, they may suffer in front of Qishalou, Juehun Valley, and Ten Thousand Poison Sect, not to mention the greater challenges that may be faced in the future. !”
"Remember the teachings of our ancestors!"
After hearing this, the senior executive hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.
"Ancestor, I'll do it right away."
The leader of Taiyi Sect responded.
"Also, tell them that I want to discuss important matters with their mythical ancestor." After that, the young man added: "This news must not be spread. Everyone present must stay here honestly for a certain period of time. We are not allowed to leave until the mythical ancestors of Qishalou, Juehun Valley, and Ten Thousand Poison Sect are buried in Qingzhou!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly, but no one dared to speak, and the atmosphere became a little strange and tense.
The meaning of the ancestor's words is very obvious. It is suspected that some of them are having an affair with Qishalou and other sects.
The young man's sharp gaze swept over everyone.
"It seems that some people's mental quality is quite high, but sooner or later you will be found out by me!"
The young man suspected that there was a traitor among the top leaders of the sect, just as they had arranged for people to hide in Qisha Tower, Juehun Valley, and Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
…
Time flies so fast, and it’s been several days in a blink of an eye.
During these days, order in Daqian Capital was completely restored. The scene in the entire city was more lively than before, and commercial activities were more frequent.
Although many people left in the past few days, and many families and businessmen fled, it did not affect the vitality and prosperity of this city.
Prince Ning and An Ning have already settled various matters.
Emperor Daqian is still alive, and King Ning did not kill him.
An Ning didn't let him kill him. She didn't want her father to be reviled by future generations for the reputation of patricide, and she was also afraid that his moral integrity would be corrupted.
But she naturally couldn't let the emperor of Daqian go like this, so she penetrated his cave, destroyed most of his cultivation, locked him in a deserted backyard of the palace, sent people to guard him, and imprisoned him got up.
Emperor Daqian couldn't bear such a blow. He fell from holding great power and controlling the country to becoming a prisoner, his cultivation was ruined, and he no longer even had freedom.
He went crazy, talking to himself every day in that lifeless courtyard, laughing like a fool. Sometimes he would sit on a stone bench, imagining that he was still a superior emperor, giving orders to the air. .
He was dirty and stained, his hair was disheveled, and there were snot bubbles on his face. He looked like a mentally retarded person who couldn't take care of himself.
As for the prince, he had already been imprisoned by Prince Ning.
King Ning is preparing to ascend the throne. Before that, he plans to publicly try the prince and execute him.
He was not sure whether there were princelings hiding in the imperial city.
Although in the current situation, no one should come to die, some people cannot handle it with common sense.
He doesn't want this unstable factor to exist, so he can use this to lure it out and catch them all in one fell swoop.
This is a conspiracy, clearly leading those people to show up.
But he believed that crazy people would come knowing this.
…
On the day when King Ning publicly tried the prince, he chose the largest square in the center of the imperial city.
It is very spacious and can accommodate many people. Even so, it is still surrounded by a sea of people, layer after layer.
In the center of the square, there is a high platform. Prince Ning and An Ning are sitting on it. The prince is being escorted to kneel in front of them. His clothes are ragged, his eyes are fierce, and he is roaring.
The prince was tried on two charges: treason and subversion.
Each of them is a capital crime, a serious crime that can be cut to pieces with a thousand swords and executed without delay.
As soon as such a charge came out, some people in the crowd were in an uproar, causing the whole audience to discuss it. Some people felt that this was an unfounded charge.
Prince Ning didn't care about some of the sounds. He knew that there must be someone inside who was instigating and inciting.
He told the origins of the two charges against the prince one by one, and made all the evidence he had prepared public.
As the most important border fortress in Daqian, the border town faced a crisis and the city was breached. The troops rushing to rescue were actually intercepted by the prince's army for half a year, making the border town almost breached.
If Jun Shen hadn't arrived in time and defeated the Wu'an army, the border towns would have been filled with corpses. The Wu'an cavalry had already pointed directly at the heart of Daqian and trampled the mountains and rivers of Daqian. All the people of Daqian would have been separated from their wives and children and their families were destroyed by the war. Tragedy.
The prince did not admit it, saying that he only wanted to deal with King Ning, and had no subjective intention to help Wu'an break the city.
Prince Ning said that the consequences that a normal person could think of, how could the prince, who was acting as an agent of the government, not think of the consequences. He argued that there was no subjective intention, but it was just strong words and sophistry.
As the Crown Prince of the Supervisory State, when the dynasty faced a powerful enemy attacking the fortress and was about to collapse, he did not think of a way to repel the powerful enemy. Instead, he blocked the rescue and helped the powerful enemy break through the city, regardless of the life and death of hundreds of millions of people.
"kill him!"
"Kill him! Execution by Lingchi, kill this bitch who doesn't hesitate to betray his country for his own selfish desires!"
…
After the matter was clarified, the crowd became excited and countless rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes were thrown at the prince on the stage.
"You unruly people, you unruly people, this prince is going to kill all of you untouchables, hahaha, kill you all!"
The prince knew that he was bound to die. Over the years, he had never been able to compete with Prince Ning, and he ended up in a complete defeat.
He was unwilling to give in and was so jealous that he was crazy. However, these untouchables continued to make noises and wanted to kill him. It was unreasonable.
He roared like a crazy beast, with red eyes and a ferocious face.
