Imperial City, Yangxin Hall.
Under the sunlight, the azure glazed tiles become smokey and create ripples in the jade texture.
The vermilion door is closed tightly. In the main hall, rows of octagonal palace lanterns exude a warm and soft light, which is dazzling and full of atmosphere. Next to the royal case stood a precious cauldron of all kinds of beasts. Smoke curled up from the cauldron, rising seven or eight feet away. Clouds condensed above it, and there was a faint sound of dragons roaring. It was very clear and clear.
Emperor Shenwu knelt on the couch, holding Jade Ruyi in his hand. His face was calm, showing no emotion or anger, and he was not angry or proud. Just sitting there, he felt a heavy pressure.
There was silence in the palace, no other sounds.
Suddenly, in the shadow behind him, a dark figure quietly emerged, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Master has survived the thunder and became a soul." The hoarse voice did not contain a trace of emotion.
The old emperor's eyes were dark and complicated, "Monk Yuanshen, he has lived for two thousand years. It's really enviable." There was a mixture of envy and regret in his voice, mixed with a bit of jealousy.
There is no doubt that the secret guard just learned the news through the legal network. The imperial court's legal network is all over the world. Although many of them have been eroded, they still have the ability to pass on the news.
At this same moment, even though Su Ming was in the Hundred Thousand Mountains and Emperor Shenwu was thousands of miles away, he still received the news.
"Ahem, Cao Daban, if the imperial master returns to the capital, let the cabinet issue an order to order him to take over as the mirror envoy of the Xuanjing Division." As soon as he spoke, a trace of black air appeared between his brows, and it didn't last long.
Suddenly, a shrill dragon roar sounded in the Yangxin Hall, which was very uncomfortable for human ears. Along with the shrill roar of the dragon, large areas of black even appeared out of thin air in the palace, and the lights also turned gray and yellow, reflecting a sense of depression throughout the palace.
After a while, a dragon roar mixed with pain and anger was heard. At some point, Cao Yuchen came to Emperor Shenwu's side, took out a bright yellow brocade handkerchief, and placed it between his mouth and nose.
In an instant, the old emperor's chest heaved violently, his face turned red, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. Cao Yuchen carefully wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, served a steaming cup of ginseng tea, and took out the elixir from the copper box and presented it to him.
Emperor Shenwu took the elixir and took another sip of ginseng tea. The elixir took effect and soon took effect. His expression softened again, and the gloomy atmosphere in the hall also dissipated.
"You should remember what I just said."
"I will keep your Majesty's words in mind, so you can rest assured." Cao Yuchen quickly put the handkerchief into his sleeves and knelt on the ground.
"You go down first."
"Slave, please retire."
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As the door opened and closed, the hall fell into silence again.
The old emperor lay down slowly, closed his eyes, and said in an indifferent voice, "There is no need to interfere with the affairs of the imperial master. If he is in crisis, it will not be too late to take action. In addition, just pull out the nails on the second son's head."
"Understood." In the hall, a shadow quietly dispersed.
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After leaving the Yangxin Hall, Cao Yuchen returned to the harem and entered his room unhurriedly. He took out the brocade handkerchief and prepared to dispose of it. These waiters usually handled it personally, just like outsiders.
He also followed the usual routine. However, at this moment, his fingers accidentally touched the blood on it, and the next moment, he could no longer move.
The brocade handkerchief fell gently to the ground, but the blood stains on it had disappeared, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.
At this moment, Cao Yuchen's heart was clear, but he wanted to raise his hand, but it felt as if the back of his hand was tied. He couldn't lift his hand. He wanted to lift his foot, but he didn't have any strength at all and couldn't lift it. His extraordinary martial arts cultivation seemed to have disappeared, and his whole body His hot blood also dropped to freezing point.
At some point, the lights in the room turned pale, and the elongated shadows twisted on the ground, with mottled patterns intertwined, like half-opened and half-closed eyes, eerie and scary.
At some point, Cao Yuchen was lying on the couch, with black energy rising between his eyebrows, like a poisonous snake, making a hissing sound, and his black and white pupils turned blood red.
At this moment, a boundless sea of blood appeared in front of him. In the deep red blood, twisted faces were constantly struggling, howling and roaring, either angry, violent, desperate, grief-stricken, or deeply resentful. People go crazy when they hear it.
In just a moment, Cao Yuchen felt as if he had experienced hundreds of reincarnations. The memories of those people before their death flooded into his mind, almost bursting.
hatred!
hatred!
hatred!
I hate the sky for having no eyes, I hate the tyrant for his lack of justice!
Even if they die, the deep hatred will still be engraved in the depths of their souls until the end of reincarnation. Unfortunately, these people have no more reincarnations. They don't even have souls. Only these residual memories remain in the world, telling the story. Cao Yuchen, they were still alive once.
They are his people. He was their king. Their king betrayed them and refined them into elixirs. Both flesh and blood and souls were swallowed by him and became the stepping stones on his road to immortality.
Originally, officials of Cao Yuchen's level were blessed by the court's luck, and they were even more powerful and possessed dragon energy, so evil spirits and ghosts could not get close to them.
Even the immortal monks did not dare to take action against them.
However, this overwhelming resentment is rooted in the people's thoughts themselves, and is formed by the gathering of the residual thoughts of the people who were refined into human magic pills. The human dragon energy cannot stop him at all.
Because they have the same origin and roots.
At this moment, huge resentment entered the body, and the willpower of the human martial saint collapsed in an instant, and his thoughts were instantly assimilated. Now, he is no longer the emperor's domestic slave, but the incarnation of thousands of people.
He felt the despair and hatred of these people before they died. Those well-trained soldiers were supported by them who spent all day digging for food in the fields.
Why did Zhou's soldiers attack them?
They didn't think about this problem before they died. They didn't understand it until they were refined into elixirs and put into the mouth of their beloved Majesty.
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"Get up!"
Above Shiwan Mountain, a majestic and domineering voice sounded.
As the words fell, there was a torrent of demonic energy, like the earth cracking and the sky collapsing, and the mountains roaring and the tsunami roaring. The sound was majestic and fierce, triggering a thunderous response. It carried supreme power and demonic aura into the sky, parting the smoke and clouds, slowly unfolding, as magnificent as a scroll.
Among them, blood swept across, ferocity flourished, Manggu was overbearing, and overtly powerful.
When this voice fell on the ears of the demon people, they felt indescribable domineering power and couldn't help but feel their blood boiling. However, the many human monks standing here felt as if they had been severely injured, and their faces were as golden as paper.
No anti-theft
A behemoth tore through the space and appeared before the eyes of the world. It had drooping wings like clouds, a golden-winged eagle head, starry leopard eyes, golden feathers glowing with divine light, and strange lines on it, which were vast and ancient.
