Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

Great Yan calendar, November 27, heavy rain.

Zhongzhou, inside the imperial palace.

The gate of the Nine Heavens Gate opened again.

A white-clothed Confucian saint walked out of the palace step by step.

The rain fell on him, and he did not use any magic to avoid it, allowing the pouring rain to wet his body.

He, tried his best.

This time when one person attacked the city, this white-clothed Confucian saint won for the people of the world, that is, the tens of thousands of living beings who were sacrificed, must be selected from the cells in all over the thirteen states.

They are all adulterers, fierce and evil.

Do not involve innocent lives in it for the sake of sacrifice.

Walking in the royal passage of the palace, a famous palace lady and eunuch walked past him, whispering and discussing.

“Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to study for the saints, and open peace for all generations…”

The white-clothed Confucian Saint Xu Fuzi muttered, and looked up to the sky with a long sigh:

“I’m guilty!”

Deep in the royal palace.

There were several blurred figures, standing in a building, calmly watching this scene from afar.

The leader, heroic and majestic, tall, has a domineering power that swallows eight desolates.

He wears an imperial crown on his head and a black imperial robe, which is embroidered with dragon and phoenix unicorns, vermilion birds, and the seventy-two prologues of the sun, moon, and stars.

This person is naturally the Dingyuan Emperor who rules the hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and mountains in the Nine Xuan Realm!

“Your Majesty, why don’t you leave him behind, the ten true saints we need to sacrifice are only three short of them.”

Next to Emperor Dingyuan, an old man with green hair hanging down, his face as old as a devil, and decay to the extreme, said in a low voice.

Emperor Dingyuan did not look at him, but kept watching this Confucian Saint Xu Fuzi leave before calmly speaking:

“The master is the treasure of the Great Yan Kingdom, and he is also a true pure reader, he does not deserve to die.”

The rotten old man slowly narrowed his eyes and said, “Your Majesty, don’t forget, that Xue Zu has already appeared, and in two days it will be the time when Ningchuan of the machine building threatens to expose the secret of the destruction of the ancient world, if…”

“If Nan Ningchuan really knows something, once the ancient truth is exposed, that Xue Zu will do something to us, you and me, and this Great Yan Dynasty, will not be able to survive.”

After a pause, the rotten old man then added:

“This Xue Zu is ranked at the top of the True Saint List by Ning Chuan, then it means that at this moment, this Xue Zu’s cultivation will not exceed the True Saint realm.”

“Therefore, this moment is our best opportunity to complete the sacrifice within these two days.”

Emperor Dingyuan’s brows frowned slightly, and he spoke, “Immortal Tianzun, are you directing Xu to do things?” ”

This immortal Tianzun, who was from the son of one of the Nine Ancient Emperors, smiled and said when he heard this:

“Your Majesty, I didn’t mean to command you, but don’t forget that the founding emperor of your Great Yan Dynasty swore to me with national fortune, and after I helped you settle the country, you must help me complete the sacrifice.”

Emperor Dingyuan said indifferently when he heard this: “Immortal Tianzun, I don’t need you to remind me, I want to ask, your father, which Dao Emperor among the nine emperors is it?” ”

Hearing this, Immortal Tianzun laughed lowly and said, “Your Majesty, if you shouldn’t ask, it’s best not to ask.” ”

The words fell.

The Immortal Heavenly Venerable gradually turned into a black smoke and drifted between heaven and earth.

After he left.

“Your Majesty, I’m afraid that once this sacrifice is completed, it will be detrimental to my great Yan!”

Ku Wutianzun frowned and spoke.

“I know.” Emperor Dingyuan spoke lightly.

On his ancient face, there was not the slightest emotion.

“Your Majesty, in the thousands of years of cultivation in this seat, evil things have been done at one time, and many Tianjiao heroes in the Nine Xuan Realm have been stifled, but I am worthy of it.”

“But behind this sacrifice, if it is an extermination, then even if the throne dies, he does not want to be an ancient sinner in the Nine Mysterious Realms.”

A tall man wearing a black robe and a large black sword on his back slanted back said in a deep voice.

This person is the Bliss Sword Venerable, one of the Four Elders!

He is also the first person in the world of kendo besides the Sword Ancestor!

Emperor Dingyuan’s face was full of ancient wells, and he looked back at the Bliss Sword Venerable and said, “Ku Wu, Bliss, Yuan Ling, do you think that if this sacrifice is not done, no one else will do it?” ”

Bliss Sword Venerable frowned, “What do you mean?” ”

Emperor Dingyuan took a deep look at the Bliss Sword Venerable and did not speak.

Until a long time later.

Emperor Dingyuan waved his hand and said, “Retreat, there is already news from the cobweb, and the rabble of the Heavenly Dao Alliance has gathered and is discussing how to fight against Xu and Dayan.” ”

“After raising fish for so long, it’s time to close the nets.”

“Capture them and fill the last gap in the sacrifice.”

Ku Wutianzun and the others looked at each other, and then sighed lightly: “Your Majesty, I hope that what you do now will not be regretted in the future.” ”

The three Heavenly Venerables turned and left.

After the three left, Emperor Dingyuan raised his head and looked at the boundless sky, and a tired look appeared in his eyes.

A silhouette walked over, behind Emperor Dingyuan, lightly draped him in a bright yellow coat, and said softly: “Your Majesty, Mo is too tired, the sacrifice is my Great Yan Founding Ancestor sworn by the national fortune, you don’t need to think about it.” ”

Emperor Dingyuan turned his head and looked at this silhouette, and a soft smile appeared on his face that was not angry and self-threatening:

“Kong Yan, you don’t want to rest, why did you come here?”

This Qianying is naturally Sikong Yan, the Great Yan Heavenly Queen of the Great Yan Dynasty.

She is also the only woman who has accompanied Emperor Dingyuan since he became emperor for more than two thousand years.

Emperor Dingyuan, who rules the world, can be described as extremely respectful.

But from beginning to end, he only took a woman like Sikong Yan.

Si Kongyan heard this and said, “Your Majesty, if you don’t come to rest, how can the concubine rest well.” ”

She turned her head sideways, lightly rested her head on Emperor Dingyuan’s shoulder, and asked, “Your Majesty, what do you say is behind this sacrifice of Immortal Heavenly Venerable?” ”

Emperor Dingyuan was silent when he heard this, and only after a moment did he speak in a deep voice:

“If Xu guessed correctly, this Immortal Heavenly Venerable probably wants to rely on this sacrifice to attract or revive his father, the Dao Emperor, to re-descend in this Nine Xuan Realm.”

Hearing this, Si Kongyan’s pupils suddenly shrank wildly, and his heart was shocked.

“Then, once this emperor comes, won’t our Great Yan Dynasty…”

She’s not stupid.

Once that Ancient Dao Emperor arrived.

As the current overlord of the Dayan Dynasty, it will inevitably suffer the greatest impact.

Maybe the Great Yan Dynasty, which was still helping to sacrifice at one moment, will become a puppet in the hands of that emperor the next moment!

“I know.”

Emperor Dingyuan nodded, and a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

“Then you…” Si Kongyan looked at Emperor Dingyuan.

In an instant, she vaguely guessed something.

As a husband and wife for thousands of years, she accompanied the man in front of her, from north to south, from a bitter cold place where the sky was freezing to dominate the world.

She and Emperor Dingyuan have a very high tacit understanding.

It’s all in the middle of nowhere.

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