The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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Speaking of this, Hua Qianling couldn't help crying:

"It was the most difficult period. There was no real monarch to sit in. My family was attacked by many strong clan and sect. Hundreds of millions of people, most of the deaths and injuries, only a small part of the last...

Listening to what the elders said, everyone was silent, including Ye Chen, feeling a bit heavy. Yao'er was even tearful, holding Ye Chen's hands tightly.

From the **** of one domain, it fell to one city away. What kind of hardship and hardship did the Chinese ancestors encounter in those years? Almost unimaginable. Ye Chen could think that the seven major mysteries and many sectarian families were probably contaminated with the blood of the Chinese.

Especially the royal family of Nanli must be inextricably linked to it. That bloodline curse, even if it was not the first generation of Nanli Wang himself. It must also be related to him. At least the royal family of Nanli must know some inside story.

"Great elder, you can rest assured that there will be some hatred. I will slowly settle with them."

Ye Chen gently held Yao'er's hand and spoke lightly.

"Qianling... Daizong Lizong, thanks Xie Zhenjun."

The elder heard the words, his body shivered, and then bowed down heavily, his head touching the ground all the time. Behind him, many Ning Dan, kneeling down together, salute sincerely.

The hall is solemn and the atmosphere is solemn, only Ye Chen stands there, his eyes cold and murderous...

Next, Ye Chen lived in the Ling Temple in the name of a true Chinese monarch. In addition, the Ling Temple began to prepare Ye Chen for the "Genuine Grand Ceremony".

"The True Ceremony of the True Monarch is to celebrate the birth of the True Monarch among the tribes, to gather friends from the Quartet, to worship the ancestors, and to declare the Grand Ceremony.

The elder Hua Qianling was excited.

A true monarch is like a god. No matter in any strong clan, even in the seven great mysteries, out of the true monarch is a decisive existence. If a sect is a true monarch, it is necessary to open the mountain gate, entertain guests, and rest for ten days and ten nights. However, if the minorities such as the Chinese do something out, they will pull the Chinese up and sit on par with many other large groups. No one dares to underestimate the Chinese.

"A golden pill comes out, and all the six monks and eight wilders worship."

Xiao Qingyu looked at Ye Chen with some jealousy, because Ye Chen was a true monarch, so the entire Chinese nationality wanted to celebrate with him. Even more devoted to holding the ceremony, Ye Chen did not need to do anything, he sat there. The elders will give the supreme power of the Chinese to him.

But Xiao Qingyu knew that this was what Ye Chen deserved. Without him, the Chinese were already flattened by the Mithril.

"One day, I will become a true king."

Xiao Qingyu clenched his fists secretly, swearing secretly, and has been doing the jade with him and the fart, but at this time he followed behind Ye Chen, with a smile on his face, trying to get close.

The hosting of the hall is the responsibility of many elders, and Ye Chen completely ignores it. He laid back his arms and wandered around the Ling Temple all day. Several forbidden areas have opened the door to him, he can come and go as he please, and read the oldest historical materials of the Chinese.

At this time, what he looked through was the oldest Chinese secret policy, which recorded ancient secrets that only elders in the past could see.

"It's the day, the landslides are cracking, the river is exhausted, the sky is shining on the sky, there are gods and men in the world. The gods and men are hundreds of millions of feet tall, standing above the capital city of heaven. ......Since then, our clan can no longer be able to. All the people, the spiritual veins are lost, they cannot sense the aura, and after three hundred years, the chain is gradually loosened, and new monks will appear."

For many people, this passage in ancient books is difficult to understand in the fog.

However, in Ye Chen's view, this text clearly records the mystery of the descendants of China's Xiuzhen. Especially with Yao Xian's bundle of immortal cables, the answer is even more obvious.

"It's really great magical power to say what you say."

Ye Chen's eyes were faint.

In a word, the aboriginal talents are abolished, and the spells have been effective for thousands of generations. Such terrible magical powers, generally Yuanying, are not necessarily available. Moreover, if it is not a life-and-death feud, there is no need for this cruel method.

Because, such a great magical power, the effect is so powerful, there must be a terrifying reaction.

"Who the **** is this, and the Chinese people have a grudge against it? Do not hesitate to fight the danger of breaking the road, the soul will fall forever, and the Chinese people will be affected by this disaster?"

Ye Chen's brows are slightly wrinkled. He knows many kinds of magic spells that can achieve this effect, but no matter what kind, it is not easy to do, and requires a variety of costs, some, and even sacrifices. In his own life, blood sacrifices hundreds of millions of souls.

"It doesn't matter. No matter who did it, Nanli Wang must know. It may even be the first generation of Nanli Wang himself. This spell was issued. They all said that the first generation of Nanli Wang had already become the real body of Lei Jiao. Similar to the US dollar baby, Shouyuan should have thousands of years, but it disappeared out of thin air in more than a thousand years. Among them, there must be something wrong."

Ye Chen decided to find a time to go to Nanli Wangcheng and settle accounts with them.

There are several types of forbidden areas in the Ling Temple.

There are those who store and practice the exercises, and who go to the classical books; those that store the elixir and elixir; and those that worship the ancestral magic weapon. The first few are very important, and the last one is not very important.

The magic weapon of the ancestors of the Chinese people has often survived for thousands of years. If the available spiritual treasures have long been used by Chinese monks, they are still visiting those in the forbidden area. Almost all of them are magic weapons that can’t be used and have no effect, and even the remnant soldiers cut off their swords.

Ye Chen had taken it at hand, and now among these weapons, the aura has long been lost, leaving only an empty shell.

He stood in the forbidden ground, overlooking the rusty and patchy treasure soldiers around him. At that time, these weapons were held in the hands of the true monarch and even the monarch of the Chinese ethnic group. Today, it can only be quietly forgotten in the corner, no one knows.

"Ok?

Ye Chen whispered suddenly, his eyes fell on a broken sword. The broken sword should have been five feet long, but now, only half of it is left, with rusty mottled spots on it, with dry black blood stains.

The reason why Ye Chen was surprised is that from the blood stains, he felt an extremely domineering, and looked at the breath of the world. Although this breath is very weak, but thousands of years apart, the master has been dead for some years, and still exists. .

"This is...Yuanying Tianjun's blood stains! Is this broken sword the weapon of the Chinese Yuanying Tianjun?"

Ye Chen was shocked, and he extended his hand to hold the hilt, and Jin Dan was running, injecting a little real energy into it.

"boom--!"

I saw that as Zhenyuan penetrated, the broken sword roared, and pieces of rust were dropped one after another, and a brilliant divine light burst into bloom. Xiaguang Qiandao, Ruiqi full room, it is crystal clear all over the body, like the immortal gold cast. The wave of terror rises from the sword, just like the resurrection of a peerless king, to crush the heavens and smash mountains and rivers.

"This is... Xuanyuanjian?"

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