Summoning the Mythical Eternal Emperor

Chapter 489
Wait……

The most debilitating thing in this world is a word like "wait for me!"
"My lords, don't worry, the information has been passed to Beizhen Fusi, and it will reach His Majesty as quickly as possible!" Yuan Qianhai said hastily.

However, the atmosphere is still dignified!
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Pale Yellow Mountains.

The place of heaven and earth, the Great Desolate Emperor's Palace.

This imperial palace of the former dynasty, which has been isolated for thousands of years, is covered with purple gold, full of luxury and power.

In front of the palace, an endless abyss with a radius of half a hundred miles was revealed. In that abyss, an ancient sky nail made of black mysterious material pierced thousands of feet into the earth and went straight to the center of the earth!

Thousands of mysterious runes are densely engraved on it. The runes are blood red and surging, just like the blood of a living person, exuding an ancient and terrifying aura, pulsating regularly like a blood vessel.

With every pulsation, there is an annihilated and sacred aura that suppresses all generations, like an ancient god coming to the world, engulfing a terrifying will that will last forever!
On the outskirts of the abyss, three hundred sects controlled the three hundred and six constellations in the sky, detained one hundred thousand desolate slaves, and pushed them down one by one into the abyss!
Blood turns into water, and the lake becomes an abyss!
Flesh and vitality are intertwined, howling and resentment cause the world to change color, heavy clouds descend, and thunder rises in winter!

Boom! !

The ancient blood-red talisman civilization on the nail that day was intertwined, and the once powerful pulsating breath was finally disordered. It seemed that the ancient will that had been dormant for thousands of years was awakening. Roar!

The low growl sound was dull and majestic, but it was faintly desolate and powerless.

He is angry, he is unyielding, he seems to be struggling, like a belated emperor facing the setting sun with his back to the common people, ending in powerless sinking!
"Zhao Wou-ki, is this your roar?"

"Hahaha... so what if you are martial and holy? After all, you are not a mortal? You have been dead for more than 600 years, and you can't suppress the world!"

"One month! After one month, the dragon veins will fully recover, and those ancient clans who were suppressed and slaughtered by you will wake up!"

"People will die, and the ancestral family can be destroyed, but the fire of inheritance will never be extinguished, and the heart of hatred will never be extinguished!"

"The recovery of the dragon's veins means that the Han Dynasty will be the enemy of the whole world, and the Han soil will be reduced to ruins!"

Murong Wutian, who was dressed in a purple-gold imperial crown and dragon robe, laughed wildly.

Behind him, at some point, there were a few more old people wearing plain white linen clothes in the ancient style. On the cuffs, there were two small and beautiful characters "Yifeng" embroidered with pink silk thread!
The blood sacrifice is still going on.

The madness intensified.

Before Murong Wutian waved his sleeves, he looked to the west, which was the direction of Chang'an.

Then, he turned around, passed the Zijin Emperor Palace, entered the Great Desolation Prison, and stood in front of the saintess Murong Liuying.

"My dear girl, in one more month, one month, this world will be lonely!"

"You are Gu's most beloved saint, the only chosen one among the Chosen Clan who is favored by luck. Promise Heavenly Father, stop messing around, okay?"

Murong Wutian put on a smiling face, showing a rare kindness and kindness.

Murong Liuying stared blankly at Murong Wutian with blank eyes, shook her head, and said:
"Father, I... will we really win?"

"Of course!"

"My dear girl, do you know that the Xixia Kingdom has already invaded the big man!"

"Who is standing behind the Western Xia Kingdom? It's Wujizong! It's the Wujizong of Tianqi old ghost! For 1000 years, Tianqi old ghost thought that no one in this world knew that he was still alive!"

"He seems to have forgotten that the former Wu Jizong was just a servant of the lonely Great Desolate Dynasty. His life soul lamp has been burning for thousands of years in the lower pavilion of the temple, and everything about him is under the control of Gu. !"

"If there is no Tianwu child, Gu may not have such confidence, but now, it is really a good reincarnation!"

Murong Wutian couldn't stop laughing.

This made Murong Liuying very confused.

She knows about Wu Jizong, but Tianqi old ghost has never heard of it, and this person has lived for 1000 years?how is this possible?

"Heavenly Father, you... who is the Tianqi old ghost you speak of?" Murong Liuying asked.

"The last headmaster of the Wuji Sect under the rule of the Great Wilderness Dynasty, with a semi-holy cultivation base, lived for a thousand years without dying! Coincidentally, didn't Emperor Tianwu break through the shackles of the Duanwu era and step into the extraordinary? He should be very conceited, a conceited person will Die miserable...hahaha!"

Murong Wutian laughed again.

What he was afraid of was never the imperial power of the Han family, but the Wu Jizong who dared not change the name of the sect to Yizongting, and now it happened that Emperor Tianwu came out to block him!

At that moment, Murong Liuying fell silent.

His mind was in a mess, extremely disturbed, as if... he was worrying about something.

But what exactly?unknown!

"Daughter, think about it carefully, and when you figure it out, tell Heavenly Father."

After Murong Wutian left such a sentence, he walked out directly!
Murong Liuying was left alone in the dungeon, secretly saddened.

In the past, as a saint, she liked to be superior, liked to be sought after by others, and liked to show off her unsophisticated strategies, and she never tired of it!

Always put on a high profile, always put on a show, and even dreamed of being an empress.

but……

All of that is just the childish idea of ​​the overrated and spoiled young lady.

I haven't seen too much of the world, I don't understand people's hearts, and I don't understand my own heart.

Playing house-style bluffing and bragging, she enjoyed it.

But when the troubled times came, when the cruel and bloody truth of the conquest was completely revealed, she was afraid, and what she wanted was not like this!

Why is this world so complicated and unpredictable?

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Xixia Plateau.

The Son of Heaven, Shengjia, came out of Daofu City, and has marched [-] miles west!

Three hundred miles, passing through seven counties and eighteen cities in Xixia, I thoroughly experienced the customs of the entire Eastern Xixia.

On this road, no one dared to stop the emperor, and even the vast majority of Xixia commoners trembled in fright when they saw the galloping momentum of thousands of horses.

Seeing the majesty of the emperor, he prostrated himself and knelt down to worship him!
This is a deformed capital with a strong savage color. It seems that everyone has a natural surrender to the strong implanted in their bones!

Daofu City fell, the Xixia Emperor was beheaded, and the army and horses of the Han Dynasty galloped across the Xixia Plateau.

Ever since, they identified the big man!

Zhao Yuankai did not stop, and galloped all the way to Tianqi Mountain.

but……

Just around noon.

On the official road of Lianlian Road Fucheng and Tianqi Mountain, Jin Yiwei, who had explored for fifty miles, suddenly came to report:

"Report, Wu Jizong masters have been found ahead, there are hundreds of them!"

"Report, Your Majesty, then...the group of Wujizong masters shouted that they are not enemies, they are here to join the emperor!"

This news surprised Zhao Yuankai, but after thinking about it, it made sense!
(End of this chapter)