Summoning the Mythical Eternal Emperor

Chapter 523 Emperor Ancestor
"Holy Lord, that... that day Emperor Wu not only reversed Tianqi Mountain, but also marched thousands of miles with [-] soldiers and horses in six days, and now he has deployed and controlled the entire southwestern region of the Canghuang Mountain Range!"

"From the latest information, Emperor Tianwu deployed [-] troops in the northern region of Jizhou to strictly prevent the entry of Youzhou soldiers! At the same time, he deployed [-] Beiwei troops in Qingzhou to guard the way out of Canghuang Mountain!"

"And... and Emperor Tianwu himself, leading the most elite white-robed army among the Son of Heaven's Division, has already deployed and controlled Meng Qiaoshan!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire palace hall was shocked.

Seven days ago, the Jiaohe victory was won!
And seven days later, Emperor Tianwu not only counterattacked and flattened Tianqi Mountain, reappearing Zao Wou-ki's past, but also marched thousands of miles, directly deploying and controlling the Canghuang Mountains!

From Tianqi Mountain to Canghuang Mountain, the distance is at least three thousand miles!
how did you do that?
It's impossible!

You know, the speed of deploying troops is much faster than the speed of information transmission!

The information about the Battle of Jiaohe had just reached the Forbidden Land of the Eastern Desolation, but in just one day, Emperor Wu's [-] troops traveled thousands of miles and came to the city?

However, this is not the most shocking!
Yang Shengtai choked up a bit, looked at Murong Wutian, although he didn't speak out, but the two of them knew each other!

The battle report of Jiaohe World War I came yesterday, Murong Wutian deliberately concealed the information that Emperor Tianwu entered the Transcendent Realm, because he knew that Tianqi Mountain was not that simple!
In the Diyuan Secret Realm, the soul lamp belonging to the ancestor of Tianqi will not be extinguished for thousands of years. There is only one possibility, that is, Tianqi, one of the semi-sages of the four realms in the last years of the Great Desolation, is not dead!

If Zhao Yuankai can step into the Transcendent Realm, Patriarch Qi will definitely not only be a Ninth-Rank Consummation that day, but if the big man pushes Tianqi Mountain back, he is courting death!
but now……

Zhao Yuankai killed Tianqi old ghost?

What is the origin of this great Han emperor who was born out of nowhere?
Zhao Wuji used a drop of his heart and blood to fuse the supreme secret method to suppress the dragon's veins. The Han family was doomed to have no relationship with martial arts. How could there be a great master who came out against the world?

"Humph!"

"The last broken dragon sky nail is about to be pulled out completely, and the dragon's veins will recover within three days. With the general trend, even if the Han royal family struggles, it will be useless!"

"Also, do you really think that my Chosen Clan has no foundation?"

Murong Wutian snorted coldly!

He didn't want to think too much, because it was useless!

The most important point, symbolizing the existence of the strongest foundation of his chosen clan, can finally be awakened now!
"The two dharma kings, the four major sects, and the four envoys of the gods and men! You must listen to the orders of the widow, and stick to the forbidden land of the Eastern Desolation at all costs. When the dragon veins are fully recovered, it will be the time when the world will turn around!"

"Also, order Mo Fengqing in Youzhou, don't act rashly without the widow's order!"

Murong Wutian sent down the deployment!

Since Emperor Tianwu seized the opportunity to deploy heavy troops, he will temporarily avoid the edge and stick to his camp!

Once the dragon veins are revived, the longer it drags on, the more advantageous it will be for him!

Hundreds of His Highness kowtowed and knelt on the ground, and took orders to come out.

Murong Wutian turned around and stepped into the ancient sky prison at the back of the hall, separated by an ancient prison door made of silver-white ground silver meteorite, Murong Wutian felt the tyrannical aura emanating from the sky prison!

"Sure enough, the person blessed by luck is Xiao Shisan..."

Murong Wutian sighed lightly.

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't open the cell door after all, then turned around and walked towards the secret underground passage!

This secret path is the most supreme secret of the Eastern Desolation God Sect, and even the Chosen Clan, except for the Holy Masters of all ages, no one knows about it!

Murong Wutian walked all the way down the secret path, and finally stopped in front of an ancient holy gate made of earth silver meteorite!
After taking a deep breath, he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood on the Holy Gate!
Immediately afterwards, the brilliance flowed on the holy gate, and countless mysterious runes emerged!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, as if the entire mountain was trembling.

The Holy Gate rises, revealing a broken bridge. Under the broken bridge is an endless abyss filled with white clouds and mists. No one can see the bottom, and no one knows what lies below!
Murong Wutian slowly moved forward along the broken bridge, and when he reached the end of the broken bridge, he gritted his teeth and jumped off!

With this jump, the whole person's mind suddenly went blank, and when he opened his eyes again, Murong Wutian immediately froze.

"This... is this the secret realm of the abyss?"

"Wait, then... is that the ancestor?"

Murong Wutian was shocked.

This is an extremely mysterious underground space, shaped like a water drop, and the walls are crystal clear!

In addition, the crystal has four walls but it seems to be flowing. The inside of the crystal is like a human body, densely covered with countless milky white veins, thick and thin, pulsating like a living thing.

And in the middle of the secret realm, there is a sarcophagus made of unknown material. Inside the sarcophagus sleeps a middle-aged man wearing an ancient imperial robe!
This middle-aged man is extremely handsome and majestic!
Looking at his brows, he... is quite similar to Murong Liuying!

"Emperor...Emperor Ancestor!"

Murong Wutian kowtowed directly in front of the sarcophagus, his eyes flushed with excitement, and then kowtowed devoutly, calling out one after another!

"Emperor Ancestor, wake up!"

"Duan Long's sky nails have all been pulled out, the recovery of the dragon veins is imminent, and the rebirth of the Chosen Clan is imminent!"

"Emperor Ancestor, wake up, this is the best time for the Murong Clan, the Chosen Clan, to regain the Southern Cang Domain. The Murong Clan needs the instruction and guidance of the Emperor Ancestor!"

"The boy Tianwu of the big man has shown his supernatural power many times. It should be the protection and assistance of Zhao Wuji's backhand. It has been 800 years. This time, the Murong family can't lose again..."

Murong Wutian kept calling!

Time is passing by, and the secret realm of the abyss is constantly changing, and the majestic mother energy of the earth veins is surging out along with the pulse of the veins in the crystal-like four walls!

The ancient sarcophagus began to vibrate, and the terrifying breath of true essence diffused in this mysterious space.

Finally, a voice filled with endless majesty suddenly sounded:
"Who awakened the widow?"

"Emperor... Emperor Ancestor? It's... It's me, Murong Wutian, the ninth grandson of Emperor Ancestor after he hibernated in the Diyuan Secret Realm!"

Murong Wutian was ecstatic!

That legend is not wrong, the last emperor who broke through the secret realm with his death did not fall, but was rescued by the luck of the dragon veins, and fell into an endless sleep!
The destiny of every descendant of the Chosen Clan who is favored and blessed by the luck of the dragon vein has long been entangled with the luck of the dragon vein in the dark, and they complement each other!
Back then when Tianwei was violated and the dragon's veins were cut off, Murong Xu, the last emperor of the Great Desolation Dynasty who was buried with the fall of an era, did not die just like that, but fell asleep in the secret realm of the abyss!

The wrath of the sky is endless, and the emperor will not die!

Murong Wutian couldn't believe it when he learned about this greatest secret from the previous Holy Master.

But now, everything is real!

"Emperor...Emperor Ancestor!"

Murong Wutian prostrated himself on the ground, and when he raised his eyes, the man in the sarcophagus who was as handsome as a peerless god slowly sat up!

　Tomorrow's excitement continues

　　Good night, sweet dreams

　　
　
(End of this chapter)