My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 416 Origin

"The Yuren are condensed Yin essence, burn them with fierce fire!"

The phoenix bird hovered in the sky, stretching out its arms to shield Zhang Fawei and other mortals who had just woken up from their sleep.

Turning his mouth, he spat out a stream of boiling flames.

In an instant, the large white feathers flying in the air in front of him turned into black ashes and scattered on the ground.

"The Chonglin Palace has turned into scorched earth!"

Zhu Houcong touched the King Qin Sword in his hand with the cuff of his right hand.

Jiao Ming's roar came from the sword of King Qin.

This sound is by no means pleasant. It is like the roar of some kind of wild beast and the cracked rocks beside the sea, symbolizing the oath of those barbaric things in the ancient wilderness to their territory.

Jiao Ming, who was originally swallowed up by King Qin's sword, flew out of the sword light at this moment, his body burning with flames and flying towards Bai Yu in front of him.

Jiao Ming's eyes were pure black.

There is no need for Zhu Houcong to expend spiritual energy to activate it.

Qin Wangjian and Jiao Ming formed a unique companionship.

Although Zhu Houcong didn't know the principle.

But Zhu Houcong was able to control the monster in front of him by sacrificing the Qin King Sword.

As Zhu Houcong issued the order, the divine beast, which meant disaster and terror, suddenly spread its wings, and then violently slapped both sides.

The flames twisted like snakes and flew forward violently.

It ignited the feathers in the sky that seemed to be floating on heavy water.

A line of fire penetrated the entire mourning hall, and then spread instantly, filling all the blank parts with blazing fire.

The effect is unexpectedly good.

Looking at the blow in front of him, it was comparable to using his own Taoism with all his strength.

Zhu Houcong clenched the King Qin Sword in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

This thing might be regarded as a treasure passed down from generation to generation in the Ming Dynasty.

After all, the Jiao Ming in King Qin's sword theoretically does not require the user to pay any price.

All you need to do is perform blood sacrifices to King Qin's sword regularly.

And it’s pretty powerful.

With such a cost-effective weapon, Zhu Houcong felt that it would be enough for the rulers of the Ming Dynasty to deal with most challenges in the future.

As the fire spread, the enemy hidden among the falling white feathers finally revealed its true form.

That's the weirdness of a "birdman" in every sense of the word, without any derogatory sentiment.

The thing in front of me has a square head, wearing a crown like a crown decorated with two horns, with the head of a human and the body of a bird.

The wings on its back are more than three meters long, and its fur is pure white.

The hands under the wings have hooks like the claws of birds under their feet.

It holds halberds on its left and right, a treasure book in its right hand, its abdomen has fish-like scales, and its tail wings spread out like a huge folding fan.

It is "the body is born with wings, changes and flies, loses the human body, and is even more alienated -"

"Emperor Ming——"

The thing forced to emerge from the shadows seemed to have something to say.

But he was interrupted by the phoenix bird behind him spitting out flames and running towards him.

"Don't believe a word it says-"

Fengniao reminded.

There are countless monarchs in history who were bewitched by these feathered men and died suddenly.

Fengniao didn't want Zhu Houcong to make the same mistakes as those pre-Qin kings.

And after the feathered man heard what Fengniao said.

He turned his extremely square and slightly weird head and stared at Fengniao closely.

In just a moment, he seemed to see the phoenix bird's heels, and a slightly ferocious smile appeared on his face.

Yu Ren turned sideways to avoid the flames spit out by the phoenix bird, while the mysterious fire released by Jiao Ming behind him was blocked by Yu Ren's contracted wings.

Facing the flames that were enough to cause a drought in the entire province, the hair on the feathered man's back was unscathed except for a few strands that were slightly burnt.

"Descendants of the Concubine——" When the feathered man in front of him slowly said these words in a slightly stiff tone.

Fengniao suddenly seemed to be severely frightened. He rushed straight towards Yuren's body and quickly retreated. He circled along the stone wall and looked warily at this ancient race that was said to guard the secret of immortality in this world.

"who are you--"

Fengniao said warily.

Ever since he was reincarnated as a phoenix, he had never seen an evil spirit that could reveal his origin at a glance.

Perhaps the ghosts and spirits of his own generation or older could easily do this.

However, the Qin and Han Dynasties changed greatly, and there were very few pre-Qin sneakers who could survive this disaster.

Most of them were crushed together with the king of Zhou and various princes and nobles in the smoke of Qin's destruction of the six kingdoms and the war between Chu and Han.

After the Qin and Han Dynasties, the phoenix bird visited the world on behalf of the destiny several times when the destiny was revived.

Even if you occasionally encounter those old relics left over from the pre-Qin Dynasty.

But as long as Fengniao doesn't say anything.

It’s rare to see one’s own roots.

The feathered man in front of me is not simple.

Fengniao thought in his heart.

"Since destiny has given you eternal life, why do you still come here?"

Yu Ren asked.

It stretched its tail fins, like a man who had been dead for a long time getting up to stretch his muscles.

There were bursts of decaying crisp sounds and a breath of death.

It waved its halberd, and the movements of Cao Wei's ghost and god wielding a giant ax and slashing at it instantly became stiff and slow.

Zhu Houcong, who was looking not far away, had his pupils constricted.

This is--

Zhu Houcong was very sure that there was no force around the Cao Wei ghosts and gods who were summoned by the ban here. The Cao Wei regime used the local six-day ban to bind the Cao Wei ghosts and gods as the cornerstone of the formation.

But the moment the Yu man waved his halberd.

This Cao Wei ghost and god looked like a martial artist who had suffered serious internal injuries.

Although there don't appear to be any specific scars on the outside.

But in fact, his life is in danger and his life is not long.

But how is this possible?

This ghost and god was already a dead thing, but it was refined by Taoism and transformed into an undead Taoist weapon with the help of blood sacrifice.

How could there be any suggestion of internal injuries?

Be more specific.

From Cao Wei to the present, this ghost has been guarding this passage for thousands of years.

No failure was seen.

How could something suddenly and unexpectedly go wrong at this very moment today?

Zhu Houcong did not dare to act rashly.

He turned his searching eyes to the people in the Ming court who were standing side by side, temporarily hiding in Zhang Fawei's altar, looking like they had seen a ghost.

Damn it, when I went out with my left foot today, did I offend my ancestor?

Why are we so unlucky today? These monsters and monsters that usually only exist in legends appear in turns like a storyteller in the tea hall.

Zhang Fawei believes that there are not many people in the world who can defeat him, but they can only be counted with the palm of a hand.

but--

Zhang Fawei sighed secretly.

Demons, ghosts and evil spirits are rooted in the world.

The emperor has the intention to cleanse the world, but how can it be so easy to eradicate these evil demons one by one?

Although I think so in my heart.

But feeling Zhu Houcong's gaze, Zhang Fawei still raised his head, showed an apologetic expression, and shook his head, saying that he also didn't know much about the Yuren mentioned by these legendary ancient alchemists.

(End of this chapter)