Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 105 Zhao Ji, You Be a Good Emperor
Zhao Guotianxia, ​​you want it!

With a word from Emperor Yujing, the entire Luojing East City was completely silent inside and outside.

In the entire country of Zhao, there is only one person who can say this.

Emperor Zhao.

At this time, the Emperor Zhao, who had been in power for more than 40 years, looked at Zhao Cheng, who was kneeling on one knee, with a distorted smile on his face.

his son.

His best son.

The meeting of immortals, the country's prime minister cultivating demons, and the rebellion of Zhao's royal family, all of these can only be suppressed by one person.

That was his son, Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Guowu King, the future Zhao Guowu Emperor.

Unfortunately, he will never see that day.

"Zhao Cheng, do you want this country of Zhao?"

Holding the palm that was slowly becoming scaly, Zhao Jingtang drank again.

"Canglang—" Zhao Qian drew his long sword out of its sheath, gritted his teeth, and stared closely at Zhao Jingtang.

He shouldn't have said that.

How dare he?
Is he really not afraid of turning into a demon, and not afraid of being involved in the destruction of the Zhao Kingdom?
"Shu hurts my father——"

With a loud cry, a figure rushed out from the slanting stab.

The long sword pierced into the body, and then hit Emperor Yu Jing's body, and the two figures fell directly to the top of the wall.

Wu Wang Zhao Cheng moved, and a flash appeared under the two figures, and the Gang Qi turned into a snare.

The moment he caught the two figures falling into the city, the figure pierced by a sword suddenly raised his hand, and a golden talisman exploded in his palm.

"Bam—"

The talisman collided with the stellar energy, shattering the stellar energy, and then two figures fell onto the bluestone below the city.

King Wu Zhao Cheng stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.

Zhao Jingtang fell from the top of the three-foot-high city, blood gushed from his mouth, it was black, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"I, I have, two, well, son..."

Stretching out his hand to pat King Yu Zhao Chong and Zhao Jingtang, who were covered in blood behind them, they took out the volume of Minghuang imperial edict they were holding tightly in their hands with difficulty.

"Chong'er, you didn't let me, as a father, I'm disappointed."

Zhao Chong, who was pierced by a sword and fell from the high wall, also vomited blood. Hearing Zhao Jingtang's words, he grinned.

Zhao Chong raised his head, looked at Zhao Ji who was rushing over, exhausted his last strength, and said in a low voice: "Zhao Ji, you have to be a good emperor—"

emperor!

What Zhao Chong shouted was to make Zhao Ji a good emperor!
Zhao Jingtang's complexion changed, his whole body trembled, his eyes widened, he held up the Minghuang imperial edict in his hand, and died out of breath.

Following his death, a faint evil spirit began to pervade.

Zhao Cheng took the edict and unfolded it.

"Zhao Yubing threatened his father with evil spirits, and passed on the throne to his son Zhao Qian. If his father died, he would not hand over Zhao Guoguo to his son and Zhao Yubing, who violated the precepts of the ancestors."

"Chong'er helped me bring out the imperial edict, and promised to help me escape. Cheng'er, please remember, no one will know that I am contaminated with evil spirit."

"Emperor Zhao cannot be a person who is greedy for imperial power and uses demon methods to continue his life."

"Chenger, the Zhao Kingdom is now facing enemies everywhere, every step of the way is in danger, and it is trapped inside and outside. Only you can protect it."

"I believe you will be able to protect the royal family of Zhao Kingdom and be a good elder of the royal family."

The original position of Great Elder of the royal family should be the word "Emperor", but it has been erased at this time and changed to Great Elder.

After that, add the last sentence.

"Second brother, I gave up my life, can I change the throne for Jier?"

King Yu Zhao Chong changed the imperial edict.

But he didn't change it secretly, but told Zhao Cheng clearly that he changed it.

He used his life to help their father retain the last face.

He Zhao Chong can die, but he wants his son Zhao Ji to be the emperor of Zhao!
It is impossible for the edict in Zhao Cheng's hand to be known to the world.

In this imperial edict, there are major events involving the secrets of the Zhao family's royal family. Once outsiders know about it, it will be a catastrophe.

Zhao Cheng held the edict, gritted his teeth, and looked at Zhao Chong who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Father, Grandpa, I won't be the emperor, I won't be the emperor—"

Zhao Ji fell to his knees with a bang, tears streaming down his face.

He climbed a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Zhao Cheng's clothes, and shouted: "Second uncle, you are the emperor, and I will give you the emperor's seat!"

Zhao Cheng tightly held the imperial edict in his hand and lowered his head.

On the top of the city, Zhao Qian, who was in a state of desperation, shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrow!"

But in the entire city, not a single arrow flew down.

Zhao Qian turned pale and looked around.

Up and down the city, everyone looked at Zhao Cheng below and at the imperial edict in his hand.

If King Wu wants to be the emperor, then he is the emperor.

If King Wu does not become emperor, then the position of emperor is Zhao Ji, the son of King Yu.

As for Zhao Qian on the top of the wall, no one would care.

Killing the father and the king, how can he be the master of the world?
"Zhao Ji," Zhao Cheng turned his head and looked at Zhao Ji who was kneeling in front of the corpses of Emperor Yu Jing and King Yu Zhao Chong: "You will be a good emperor, right?"

Be a good emperor!

Zhao Ji raised his head, and tightly held the palm hidden in his sleeve.

He had no intention of the throne.

However, if he didn't ascend to that position, he would have failed the expectations of his father and mother.

His father, king and mother concubine exchanged their lives for that position.

"Zhao Ji, tell me, you will be a good emperor, right?"

Zhao Cheng stared closely at Zhao Ji's eyes and growled in a low voice.

Zhao Ji nodded slightly and stood up slowly.

"Second uncle, Zhao Ji will be a good emperor."

Zhao Ji spoke softly.

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath and raised the imperial edict in his hand.

"The first emperor's decree, the emperor's grandson Zhao Ji will inherit the throne of the Zhao Kingdom!"

Zhao Cheng shouted loudly, and his voice spread through most of Luo Jing.

After shouting three times, Zhao Cheng turned his head and looked at the top of the city: "You are not kneeling down to worship the Emperor of Zhao!"

After finishing speaking, he knelt down on one knee and held up the imperial edict: "Zhao Cheng greets His Majesty the Emperor!"

All the soldiers on the top of the city bowed and knelt down.

The generals who came with Zhao Cheng looked at each other, dismounted from their horses, and bowed down on their knees.

"Meet Your Majesty the Emperor—"

The sound of landslides and tsunamis resounded through the east of Luojing City.

new emperor.

Excitement and sadness flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes, and he looked up at the sky.

"Second uncle, the enshrining hall is in your hands."

"Uncle Zhao still needs you to protect the world."

Lowering his head, Zhao Ji stretched out his hand to help Zhao Cheng up.

His eyes fell on the edict held in Zhao Cheng's hand.

Zhao Cheng slowly sent the edict to Zhao Ji.

"Your Majesty, I hope you will remember to be a good emperor."

After speaking, he turned around and flew up.

Body like an eagle, Zhao Cheng rose and fell directly to the top of the city.

"Killing the father and the king, Zhao Qian, your death is not a pity!"

With one palm, Prince Zhao Qian vomited blood and fell to the top of the wall.

"Second Uncle, leave him to me." Zhao Ji's voice sounded.

Zhao Cheng lowered his raised hand slowly, and then flew towards Luojing Imperial City.

Under the city, Zhao Ji turned around and looked at the general who bowed and knelt down: "Please come and enshrine the late Emperor and my father."

"Convene all the officials to pay respects to the late Emperor and His Royal Highness King Yu. The national mourning will be held for seven days, and my enthronement ceremony will be postponed."

All the generals above and below the city bowed and whispered: "Obey."

Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and looked in the direction of Jing Yuanguan in the distance.

Mr. Zhang, will you support yourself?

Not far away, several figures galloped towards him.

Zhang Chu in green robes, several masters of Jingyuan Temple, and a middle-aged man in gray robes with a big ax on his back followed closely.

Everyone was stopped by the general of the Habayashi guards, and they let Zhao Ji wave his hand before letting them go.

Wang Qingyang and others stepped forward, bowed to Zhao Ji, and then carefully arranged the remains of Emperor Yujing and King Yu.

Wang Qingyang and the others seemed to have known that Emperor Yujing had a demonic aura, so they crushed a pill, melted it in clear water, and scattered it around.

"My son..." Zhang Chu cupped his hands and bowed: "Your Majesty."

Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You and I, brothers of the first generation."

Without Zhang Chu taking Chang Ming to swim and sending him away from Luojing, how could Zhao Ji have what he is now?
What's more, Zhang Chu has Mr. Zhang behind him.

Jingyuanguan, Thunder in the palm, Mr. Zhang.

The person who is unparalleled among the strong people I have seen.

Excitement flashed across Zhang Chu's face, he nodded, and said softly, "My condolences to Your Majesty."

"Mr. Zhang said—"

Zhao Ji was shocked and looked at Zhang Chu.

"Mr. Zhang said that whether it is the way of immortality or the way of humanity, it is all about practice."

"As long as you can be a good emperor, you are seeking your own way."

Zhang Chu whispered, then pointed to the middle-aged man who was carrying a big ax beside him.

"This Mr. Tu Zheng was sent by Mr. Zhang to temporarily protect His Majesty's safety."

Tu Zheng, who was dressed as a woodcutter, grinned and cupped his hands towards Zhao Ji: "Emperor, don't worry, the immortal said, let Tu protect your life, and the great master will protect you from death when he comes."

In front of the great master, he can protect himself from death!
Zhao Ji's heart trembled.

What kind of master is this, dare to say such a thing?
What kind of power does Mr. Zhang have to surrender even such a character?
I don't know if I abandoned the immortal way, is it right or wrong?

"Thank you, Mr. Tu." Zhao Ji cupped his hands towards Tu Zheng, and turned his head to look in the direction of the imperial city.

Over there, there was a confrontation between Zhao Guo's most powerful players.

He didn't know whether King Wu Zhao Cheng could subdue Great Elder Zhao Yubing.

"Your Majesty, this is the elixir given by my uncle, which can eliminate evil poison." Putting the bodies of Emperor Yujing and King Yu Zhao Chong on the frame, Wang Qingyang walked up to Zhao Ji and spoke in a low voice.

After receiving a light blue elixir handed over by Wang Qingyang, Zhao Ji nodded, swallowed it in one gulp, straightened his clothes, and shouted: "Take the traitor Zhao Qian into custody, and I will carry the coffin into the imperial city."

Above and below the city, all the soldiers bowed and took orders.

A surge of Qi and blood intertwined, turning into a phantom of a golden dragon roaring and hovering.

The army guarded Zhao Ji and walked slowly towards the imperial city.

By the Luoshui River, Gongsun Jiu beside Huang Xianyu had a complicated expression on his face.

"This is the changing general trend of the mortal world. Whether it's man's calculation or heaven's calculation, great masters like me dare not take it lightly in the splendor and danger." Huang Xianyu looked at the phantom of the turbulent long dragon and spoke softly.

Gongsun Jiu nodded, raised his head curiously, and looked in the direction of Zhao's imperial city in the distance.

"Zhao Cheng, it's impossible to be Zhao Yubing's opponent."

"What's more, Zhen Changyun and the others are in the imperial city."

"Zhao Ji, the emperor, can't sit still..."

"No," Huang Xianyu's eyes flickered, and she said in a deep voice, "Whether it's Zhao Cheng or Zhao Yubing, whoever is the great elder of Zhao's worship hall can't shake Zhao Ji's throne."

Gongsun Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and looked outside Luojing City.

Over there is the direction of Jingyuan Temple.

Imperial City.

Zhao Cheng passed through many gates and stood in front of the enshrinement hall.

No one dares to stop.

Even those priests in the worship hall, none of them dared to stop Zhao Cheng.

A great master, only a great master can defeat him.

In front of the enshrinement hall, there is a great master.

More than one.

Zhen Changyun, a great scholar of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Kong Wen, the abbot of Xuankong Temple.

Mo Shen, the master of Baigong Hall.

Chu Nanhe, a strong Qi refiner in the East China Sea.

Zhao Yubing stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back.

"Zhao Cheng, you shouldn't give up the emperor's position." Zhao Yubing shook his head with regret on his face, "If you and I work together, Zhao Guo may still have a chance."

"Joining forces?" Zhao Cheng walked forward slowly, with a calm killing intent in his eyes.

"The revenge of killing the father is ahead, Zhao Cheng dare not join forces."

On his body, an extremely strong evil spirit intertwined with the power around him, turning into a phantom of a golden lion.

Monk Kongwen snorted coldly, and the fourteen figures around him clasped their hands together and opened their eyes at the same time.

Chu Nanhe, a gas refiner in the East China Sea, smiled lightly, held a short spear in his hand, and said flatly: "When you step into the realm of a great master, you will not know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth."

Zhao Cheng remained silent and continued to walk forward.

Zhen Changyun took a step forward, but suddenly stopped.

On the eaves of a pavilion tens of feet away, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child was leaning on it, with a bright red fruit in his hand, and was gnawing on it.

Not only did Zhen Changyun stop, but Kong Wen and the others frowned.

They didn't realize at all when this child would arrive.

What are they?
Great master!
In the mortal world, is there anyone who can come tens of feet away before they find out?
Have.

Emperor Daqin Ying Wuya is like that.

But, the child on the eaves, is he?

"Don't look at me." Wrapping half of the fruit carefully in oiled paper, Ao Jin reluctantly stuffed it into his bosom.

Zhang Li rewarded him with this fruit.

The spiritual fruit of the practice world.

I don't know how many years I haven't tasted this kind of spiritual fruit, even if he didn't even look at this fruit in Luo Wuzhou back then, now he wants to treat it as a treasure.

Eat half and keep half.

"I didn't come to fight with you." Ao Jin glanced at everyone, leaned his body, and spread his hands helplessly: "Brother Zhang let me take a look."

Sitting up a little bit, Ao Jin's expression turned solemn.

"Brother Zhang's rules, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

rule.

Set rules for the grand master.

Among Luo Jing, there is only one person who sets the rules for the Grand Master.

Jing Yuanguan, Thunder Immortal Master, Zhang Li.

The child in front of me who doesn't know the depth of his cultivation is Mr. Jing Yuan Guanzhang's person?
In front of the enshrinement hall, everyone's expressions changed.

shot?
Whoever makes a move at this time will break the rules set by the Thunder Immortal Master Jing Yuanguan.

But if you really don't make a move, wouldn't you be intimidated by the little kid in front of you?

"Hmph, so what if the great master doesn't make a move?" Monk Kongwen sneered, and pointed at Ao Jin.

"It's fine if Mr. Zhang comes in person. You can't hold us back."

As Monk Kongwen's words fell, four figures behind him rushed out.

Guardian King Kong.

Four monks wearing yellow monk robes with a pale golden halo on their faces rushed up to the eaves as soon as they rose or fell.

Ao Jin looked at the four figures rushing towards him, with an expectant smile on his face.

"I haven't done it for many years."

"I'm really suffocating for my young master..."

　A few minutes late, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)