Devouring Sword God

Chapter 656 The Controversy Between Emperor and Son
Walking out of the inn, Yi Xiaoyao and the members of the Jiumu Sect followed the crowd and walked in the center of the city.

As the imperial capital of the Dayu Dynasty, Junlin City is far more prosperous than any city in any barren area. The disciples of the Nine Woods Sect all looked around with novel faces, and exclaimed in admiration from time to time.

"Don't embarrass us Qinghuang!"

When Li Qing saw the behavior of these disciples, like a child who had never seen the world, he immediately gave a low shout.

Then, he smiled embarrassedly at Yi Xiaoyao and said, "I made seniors laugh, and this is also the first time for me to come to the Great Yu Dynasty."

"the first time?"

Yi Xiaoyao frowned.

"Seniors don't know, we have been Qinghuang for so many years, and every contest between emperor and son is hopeless, so our Jiumu Sect has never come to Dayu Bahuang for this."

Li Qing explained: "Now that I heard that the successor of the Qing Emperor is going to participate in the contest for the emperor's son, I, the Jiumu Sect, firmly believe that the successor of the Qing Emperor can win the position of the emperor, and hereby come to cheer for the successor of the Qing Emperor!"

A Jiumu Sect disciple also said: "Besides, it will cost a lot of money to come to the Great Yu Dynasty. In order to support the Qing Emperor's successor, each of our disciples has saved several months of cultivation resources."

Immediately, Yi Xiaoyao fell silent, his heart became heavier and even aching because of this little Nine Woods Sect and these ordinary disciples.

Presumably, among those who came from Qinghuang this time, there must be many people like Jiumu faction who came to support him.

These Qinghuang people all regard him as hope, but he intends to give up the dispute between emperor and son. How does this make him face all Qinghuang people?
For the rest of the journey, Yi Xiaoyao was always silent, with incomparable guilt and heaviness.

Li Qing and others thought that Yi Xiaoyao was the kind of "senior" who was reticent and eccentric, so they didn't dare to continue talking with him. The group of people flowed along the large crowd and came to a huge and incomparable Under the battlefield.

It is better to call it a square than a battle platform. This place has been the site of previous battles between emperors and sons, the emperor's battle platform!

There are nine areas around the Emperor Battle Terrace, and each barren area occupies one area. Li Qing, Yi Xiaoyao and others are located, which is the viewing area for those who came from the Qinghuang.

Because the Jiumu Sect is a small sect, it can only stand in the back of the Qinghuang area.

But Yi Xiaoyao could still see that at the very front, people from the Desolation Palace were gathering there, each with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Didn't Xiaoyao send us a letter saying that there will be peace in the Yu Dynasty? Why hasn't it appeared yet?" Mu Changhun frowned and asked the desolate Palace Master beside him.

The Lord of the Desolate Palace also had a gloomy expression, squinting his eyes slightly and said: "Could it be that you encountered trouble on the way?"

"Probably not, that old guy Qingpeng has always been guarding Xiaoyao's side."

As Mu Changhun said, his complexion changed slightly, and he said, "But up to now, Qingpeng hasn't disappeared at all!"

"Wait a little longer, Senior Brother Yi will definitely come!"

At this time, Qing Yuan'er beside them, although also anxious, still persuaded the two who were impatient in their hearts.

In desperation, Mu Changhun and Palace Master Desolation had no choice but to nod.

Soon, the nine major areas around the Emperor Battle Platform were all occupied.

Immediately, nine thrones appeared above the battle platform, and eight figures floated from the direction of Dayu's palace, and sat down from the thrones.

These eight people are obviously the masters of the present Dayu and the Eight Desolations, Emperor Yu and the seven emperors!
And behind them, each stood a young, vigorous and high-spirited young man, among them the poisonous dove that Yi Xiaoyao had seen, was right among them.

However, among the nine thrones, only the one above the Qinghuang area was unoccupied.

The originally noisy crowd fell silent at this moment, and all eyes focused on the tallest one in the middle of the nine thrones.

Several people on the other thrones also turned their gazes to look at Emperor Yu, who was in the middle of them and taller than them.

I saw that Emperor Yu was extremely majestic, with a dragon crown on his head and a robe of mountains and rivers, his eyes scanned the bottom, and finally stared at the empty throne above the Qinghuang area.

"This throne belongs to Emperor Qing, and it has been empty for more than 500 years."

He sighed expressionlessly, then frowned slightly and said, "Who is Qinghuang's contender for the emperor, and why is he not behind the throne?"

The people below are also puzzled. The other contenders for the emperor in the wasteland are all standing behind the throne waiting, but only the contender for the emperor in Qinghuang is not seen.

"My contender for the Qinghuang Emperor's son is Yi Xiaoyao, the heir of the Qing Emperor, but he failed to arrive in time, and I ask Emperor Yu to delay the start of the emperor's son's dispute!"

At this time, the Holy Witch Qinghuang stood up, saluted Emperor Yu and begged.

When Emperor Yu heard the words, a trace of displeasure immediately appeared on his face. The dispute between emperor and son came late, that is, he did not take his majesty seriously!
"The battle between the emperor's sons is not for anyone's selfishness. Noon is approaching, and the emperor's sons will fight for each other, and God will fight!"

After Emperor Yu drank it, immediately the princes behind their respective desolate emperors clasped their fists in salute, and descended to the emperor's battle platform.

At this time, before noon, there was only one stick of incense left.

Everyone in Qinghuang became even more agitated, and the expression of anxiety on the faces of Palace Master Huanghuang and others at the front was even worse.

On the battle stage, the eight desolate princes all looked at each other with a sneer on their faces from time to time. At this time, they were enemies to each other.

"Poison Jiu, I heard that you were brutalized by that Qinghuang Yi Xiaoyao?"

A bewitching woman in black gauze, presumably the prince of Heihuang, smiled at the poisonous dove, and her smile was full of irony.

The rest of the youths all laughed playfully, and looked at Poison Jiu sarcastically, obviously they had heard about it.

Du Jiu's complexion suddenly darkened, his cheeks twitched for a while, and he snorted coldly: "If you meet that Yi Xiaoyao, you will end up like this!"

"Ridiculous! I'm not as useless as you. If that Yi Xiaoyao stood in front of me, I could burn him to death with one punch!"

When Chu Jun Chihuang heard the words of the poisonous dove, he sneered, and did not believe the words of the poisonous dove at all.

The rest of the people were also full of sneers, apparently having the same idea.

Poison Dove's face became more gloomy, and she snorted coldly: "It seems that you already know that Yi Xiaoyao won't be able to come today, otherwise you wouldn't have the guts to say such words!"

The rest of the people all sneered, but they did know that Yi Xiaoyao had given up on the dispute between emperor and son before that.

Just as these contenders for the emperor's son on the emperor's battle platform were secretly competing, the time for a stick of incense was gradually exhausted.

At this time, Yi Xiaoyao was standing among the crowd, looking coldly at the figures on the imperial battle platform, his eyes under the cloak flickered coldly.

Suddenly, something seemed to gently tug La Yi Xiaoyao's trousers, causing his complexion to change suddenly.

"Xiao Hei? Why are you here?"

With an exclamation, Yi Xiaoyao looked down, and the one who was pulling his trousers was Xiao Hei who was always on Yun Mengling's body.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Hei quickly climbed up to his shoulders along his trousers, and gesticulated and mumbled into his ear.

Listening to Xiao Hei's unsatisfactory words, Yi Xiaoyao's originally gloomy expression suddenly turned into surprise.

And his heart that had always been heavy was finally completely relaxed.

"Good boy, it's really time for you to show up!"

Yi Xiaoyao touched Xiao Hei's head excitedly, and couldn't help grinning.

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(End of this chapter)