Buzz!
In an instant, Cao Zhe fell onto a high altar.
On the altar, a tall female general wearing battle armor and holding a bronze spear, with her hair flying, spread her arms, as if to welcome Cao Zhe's arrival.
"Ah...is this how you greeted me when you arrived?"
"Do you still have this kind of treatment?"
"Is Buddhist welfare so good?" Cao Zhe thought in his mind.
But before Cao Zhe could take a closer look at the female general's appearance, he felt like he was hit!
Subsequently, more 'fireballs' fell from the sky and swarmed towards the female general standing on the altar.
In an instant, it seemed as if the stars had fallen and the galaxy was drooping.
Faced with such a scene, the female general did not dodge, but instead greeted it more actively.
There is a world hidden in her body.
And she will use her own body as a 'platform' to welcome the numerous 'spirits' that gather in her body.
They were hit by the 'fireball' behind them and squeezed into a dark space together.
In the space, a fire was instantly lit.
Then three vague shadows flashed in the deepest part of the space, and then continued to rise, as if becoming the support of the entire space.
Immediately afterwards, an image of an ancient emperor appeared in the originally dark space that was now flickering with firelight.
"Who called me!" The stalwart man in black dragon robe, holding Tai'a Sword in his hand, stood in the middle of the space, shining alone in an area, but he was the first to speak.
A ray of fire shot up into the sky, and the emperor, holding the Red Sky Sword, looked at the stalwart man wearing a dragon robe with a solemn expression, but his eyes were sharp and full of fighting spirit.
"Ying Zheng! You are not dead?" The emperor holding the Red Sky Sword asked.
"Who are you?" The stalwart man in black dragon robe ignored the emperor who asked him, and instead looked higher and further away.
Those figures who were only wearing linen clothes or even leaf skirts looked sacred and tall here. Even if they were just shadows, they still seemed to be in another dimension.
In the space, after a short period of peace, it became quite chaotic.
Many of these 'spirits' that appear here are familiar to each other.
They may be enemies, father and son, or grandfather and grandson.
Without any extra calculation, it is easy to see that the 'spirits' appearing in this space at this moment are actually the emperors of China from generation to generation over the past five thousand years.
However, the emperor who is talking as if he has a 'consciousness' must start with Brother Zheng.
Going forward, there are only shadows.
However, even though they were shadows, the majesty and power they exuded frightened Cao Zhe.
Cao Zhe is not sure of winning for any one of them.
The three tallest and oldest shadows standing at the forefront are the most blurry, but also the most mysterious to Cao Zhe.
Even just looking at the past, it is impossible to understand the way and form of their existence.
"Three Emperors?" In such an environment, it was not difficult for Cao Zhe to make analysis and judgment.
"So, what exactly is the beginning?"
"A female general stood on the altar and summoned, and then gathered all the emperors from past and present into a space in her body... What does this mean?" Cao Zhe thought to himself.
Then, a young and somewhat out-of-touch emperor wearing a bright yellow dragon robe walked up to him and patted his shoulder.
"Which dynasty and generation are you the emperor of?"
"What you are wearing here must be a Taoist robe!"
"You can't be Zhao Ji! That famous loser in the Song Dynasty!" The young emperor's voice did not conceal it, nor did it restrain itself.
So... not far away, a man wearing a red official robe, looking somewhat elegant, glared at him.
Just because he didn't know the details of the young emperor and the details of this place, he didn't scold him and didn't dare to make mistakes.
"I'm not the emperor!"
"In our era, the people were the masters of the country and there was no emperor!" Cao Zhe said.
Well... although things have changed greatly, the emergence of the Ten Thousand Realms Arena has destroyed many original things.
But what Cao Zhe said is still right!
"Hey! If you don't want to say it, forget it!"
"However, the Mongol emperor is not here. It seems that... in this space, only Han orthodoxy is recognized?" the young emperor said.
Cao Zhe looked around and saw no money rat tail... Shutan!
Not answering such a sensitive question, Cao Zhe changed the subject and said, "Look over there, that's your Taizu, and Chengzu too!"
"Your Taizu is about to destroy your Chengzu! Why don't you follow up and try to persuade him?"
The young emperor laughed and said: "It is natural for me to beat my son, so I, a junior, will not interfere!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a thorn in his back.
As soon as he turned around, he met his father's eyes.
Then the young emperor, who seemed to be free and easy before, walked away without restraint, avoiding the sharp gaze of his father.
"So, no one knows exactly what happened?" Cao Zhe tried to break through the restrictions on his own, break out of this space, and go to the outside world to see the situation.
But...he failed!
This space does not look big, and you can see the head at a glance.
Compared with Cao Zhe's own small physical world, it is much smaller.
But unfortunately, no matter how much Cao Zhe 'rised', he could not touch its upper limit.
No matter how hard you try to sink, you can't get into its true core.
It's more like a limitation.
"Strong enemies invaded, Emperor Shang and Wu Ding died in battle, and everything was about to collapse. In order to survive, Emperor Shang and his queen were so eager to open up the formation of human kings, and used the method of foreign demons to forcefully attract the spirits of the kings. I hope the kings can borrow their strength. I, resist strong enemies.”
"When the foreign enemies are expelled and the country is stabilized, I will be willing to die in order to repay the kings!" The female voice that had previously introduced Cao Zhe sounded in this space again.
The originally noisy emperors from various dynasties became quiet one after another.
"It's so exciting?"
"Emperor Shang? A good woman!!!" Zhao Ji, the useless emperor who was despised by the young emperor, said.
Although as emperor, he really failed.
But as a cultural person, he had a big lead over most of the emperors present.
"Grandson! Tell me clearly!" Zhao Kuangyi slapped Zhao Ji's thin shoulder and said with a dangerous look.
Strictly speaking... Zhao Ji is not considered Zhao Kuangyi's serious grandson.
But in this situation, at this moment, facing Song Taizu who had just repaired his brother, Zhao Ji had no room or room to refute.
"Fu Hao, also known as Stepmother Xin, with a surname of Hao, and a name for relatives, is the wife of Shang King Wu Ding and the mother of Zu Ji Yin. It is recorded that she once defeated the Qiang people in the western border of Shang Dynasty, and also defeated the invading ghosts. He was ordered to recruit troops on behalf of the King of Shang many times. He served as a military general and fought on the battlefield. He defeated more than 20 small countries such as Beitufang, Nanyi Kingdom, and Nanbafang. He had outstanding achievements." The cowardly Zhao Ji spoke quickly. Speed up.
Although emperors are the supreme beings in the world.
But if too many emperors appear at one time, they are in the same area.
The way to distinguish between strong and weak will return to the essence.
Only those with force value have the right to speak!
Zhao Kuangyi's suppression of Zhao Ji was not only bloodline suppression, but also absolute oppression by force.
