Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 1 The Son of Rebel

The setting sun poured down from the sky like blood, and the entire imperial city seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored tulle.

In the solemn and majestic Xuanwu Marshal's Mansion, Mo Chen was lying on the bluestone floor. He was covered in blood, and his breath was like gossamer. Although he was dying, there was still resentment and unwillingness on his still immature face.

All of a sudden, Mo Chen curled up and shivered. He only felt that his brain was as heavy as lead, and his whole body was in pain like being bitten by thousands of ants. Under the torture of this pain, he finally passed out, and his expression was pale. Gradually peaceful.

When he woke up again, his eyesight had recovered and his pupils were as deep as stars.

"are you back?"

There was a glint in Mo Chen's eyes, and he turned his head slightly to look at the hall, "Yuanyang calendar is 100 years old, I didn't expect that Emperor Xingyun has fallen for a hundred years."

Xingyun Emperor Mo Xingyun, a man of the Yuanyang Continent a hundred years ago, was already a peak powerhouse of the three inscription martial arts at the age of fifty.

A hundred years ago, he was born out of nowhere, became famous through battles, and challenged countless strong men in the mainland. From the top [-] on the mainland emperor list, he fought all the way to the seventh place without losing a single one. He was like a comet, dazzling for a while.

However, at this moment, he broke into the forbidden area of ​​the mainland alone, shaking the sacred monument in the world, and accidentally died in it, leaving endless legends alone.

His demise shocked the world, but it also made countless people breathe a sigh of relief. This madman who was comparable to a war demon finally disappeared, but there were also countless people who regretted and missed the unparalleled battle of the top six in the emperor's list.

"Hundreds of years back, my Emperor Xingyun finally came back." Mo Chen grinned slightly, and the memory of the original owner of this body gradually merged.

Ten years ago, Mo Zhenshan, the leader of the five armies of the Tianyun Kingdom, was rumored to be a traitor to the country. Sister Mo Zining.

Mo Zining was taken to the imperial palace under the name of fostering, but in fact he was under house arrest. Mo Chen was exiled to the imperial city. It seemed benevolent, but in fact he was imprisoned. Step out of the imperial city.

And he also has a resounding nickname in the imperial city: the son of the traitor, the son of the traitor general!
Fate is ill-fated, the family has undergone great changes, and things around him have undergone earth-shaking changes. Everyone is far away from him, even his childhood playmates have left one by one.

"Mo Chen, I'm sorry, we are no longer from the same world. My man must be a man who is indomitable in this world, a future marshal, and a pillar of a country. It's a pity that you even passed the examination of the Imperial City Academy. No, let's... let's make a clean break..."

The girl who was a childhood sweetheart when she was young, the girl who once said: Brother Mo Chen, as long as you can defeat me in the future, I will marry you as my wife, and she also left him in the end. His world is so dark, it is really sad destiny.

At this moment, a heartbroken cry of grief rang beside Mo Chen's ears.

"Brother Chen, Fatty, I'm sorry for you. I couldn't get a life-saving elixir for you. Once you leave, Fatty will lose his comrades. From now on, I will be the only one who will peek at the girl who turns into a cucumber." It's a trick. You often say that sharing is the kingly way, but I don't have anyone to share with Fatty now."

"I still remember the last time I couldn't hold back my lower body, and the gun went off and pierced the window. If you hadn't stood in front of me, fat man, I would have died on the spot. This life-saving grace can only be repaid in the next life."

A little fat man who was almost the same horizontally and vertically threw himself beside Mo Chen, beating the ground vigorously, with snot and tears, the more he cried, the more sad he became. People who didn't know thought he was dead.

"Fatty man, Xuanwu Mansion is not a place for you to cry and mourn. Don't disturb the masters to discuss the detoxification for Marshal Han. The beggar's martial spirit is broken, and the gods can't save him. Hurry up and drag the beggar's body away."

A guard stood beside the fat man, trying to drive him out.

The fat man wept bitterly and the guard's words completely merged the memories in Mo Chen's mind, and he finally knew why his life was hanging by a thread and appeared in Xuanwu Mansion.

As far back as he can remember, Mo Chen has been unwilling to resign himself to his fate. In order to save his sister and take the place of his father, he has participated in the entrance examination of the Imperial City Academy since he was 12 years old. However, someone secretly manipulated him and failed the examination for three consecutive years.

Today, he went to participate in the fourth assessment, which was also his last opportunity, because the maximum age for recruiting students in the Imperial City Academy was sixteen.

The result can be imagined, the assessment still failed, under the anger, Mo Chen could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, questioned the school, but was beaten severely, almost killed, but in the end he couldn't make it through , died, and was reborn by the possession of Mo Xingyun just in time.

And this little fat man, Ye Zixuan, is Mo Chen's best friend and a poor disciple who came out of a slum. He snatched Mo Chen out of the crowd and wanted to ask for a life-saving elixir for Mo Chen.

Mo Chen's martial soul was shattered, but Ye Zixuan did not take him to the Martial Soul Hall, because the Martial Soul Hall of Tianyun Kingdom is the power of the royal family, how could he save Mo Chen? Just get a life-saving elixir, but today, Marshal Xuanwu invited all the inscription masters in the imperial city to heal his wounds, so Ye Zixuan had to bring Mo Chen here.

Mo Chen had a few buddies in the slums, but only this fat man Xuan dared to rob people in the Imperial City Academy and made a big fuss in the Marshal's Mansion. After this incident, Mo Chen could clearly see the reaction of his buddies, without a doubt, Only this Fatty Xuan is the strongest and the only one!
"This fat man is a very strong brother!"

Looking at this scene, Mo Chen felt a warm current in his heart, he did not expect to be reborn again, to meet such an iron brother in the first time.

"Brother Chen, Fatty, I have no skills. I can't save you now, but I can swear here that if I can turn into a serf and sing, Fatty, I will avenge you even if I risk my life. Fatty, I am very vengeful." Yes, I remember all the guys who did it today."

"Fatty man, don't you want me to die?" Mo Chen smiled softly.

"I'm wronged, Brother Chen, how could I..."

Fatty Xuan put all his heart and soul into his crying, suddenly, his body like a pine ball trembled suddenly, raised his head in shock, looked at Mo Chen who was looking at him with a smile on his face, and was stunned for several seconds, flustered He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked again, and said in astonishment: "Brother Chen, your injury is healed? No, your life is already hanging by a thread, how could it be possible to heal so quickly, could it be..."

Suddenly, Ye Zixuan's complexion changed wildly, he took a few steps back, and wailed in horror: "Brother Chen, you are not a fake corpse, woo woo, I think I treated you well, brother, before you were alive. You can't come out and hurt me."

"Cheating a corpse? Killing you? Fatty, can your brain be bigger?"

"Hey, it's really a fate that he still survived such a serious injury." The guard looked at Mo Chen in surprise.

After confirming that Mo Chen was not dead, Fatty Xuan instantly showed a pleasant smile, and hurriedly got up and wanted to roll inward.

The guard's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand to stop him, and sternly shouted: "Xuanwu Mansion is not a place for you humble beggars to make trouble, hurry up and get out."

The fat man cast him a disapproving glance, and shouted inwardly: "Masters, my brother has woken up, and it is not hopeless. I hope you can help me find out."

"Bullshit!"

In the hall, more than a dozen inscription masters whispered to each other, discussing a lot, and ignored them from the beginning to the end. A second-rank inscription master finally couldn't help but look down, stared over very unhappy, and said coldly: "Xuan Wu The marshal is in danger, we don’t have time to take care of your lives, get out of here, and don’t bother us to think about the method of detoxification.”

"Master Mufa calm down, I will drive him out."

The guard was dripping with cold sweat, and the inscription master was angry, the consequences were not something he could bear.He clenched his fists tightly, turning the mortal seven-layer energy around his body, "Beggar from a poor family, get out of Xuanwu Mansion quickly."

"What? Do you still want to do something? Do you think I'm afraid of you, Fat Master?"

Ye Zixuan sneered disdainfully, without any fear, "Marshal Xuanwu is a human being, so is my brother not a human being? If you don't heal my brother today, I will never end with you, fat man."

"You asked for this." The guard was furious, and he swung his fists, hitting Ye Zixuan like a hill.

Ye Zixuan was fearless, even though he was one level behind the opponent, he did not take half a step back, because behind him was his seriously injured brother.

"Stop!" At this moment, Mo Chen reluctantly stood up, and Fatty Xuan hurriedly supported him, who smiled slightly, indicating that he was fine.

"What? Do you want to get out of here?" The guard sneered again and again, his half-closed eyes were extremely disdainful, and his whole body showed no restraint, trying to frighten Mo Chen and the others.

Mo Chen didn't move at all, and looked at the other party lightly, the latter's heart trembled suddenly, he felt that a smile seemed to flash in Mo Chen's eyes, making him feel an inexplicable sense of powerlessness, like a sheep stared at by a hungry wolf , That sense of powerlessness made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

"What's going on? The boy's eyes...he's actually smiling? How is this possible? His martial soul is broken, and there's no way he'll let me lose my mind..." The astonishment on the guard's face dissipated instantly, and he instinctively wanted to Open your mouth and yell.

But Mo Chen was the first to say: "I heard that Marshal Han Zhan suffered thousands of corpses and poisonous palms in a national war six years ago. He visited all walks of life in the past six years, but found nothing. Today, he invites all the inscription masters in the imperial city. It must be in danger. Unfortunately, I happen to have a cure."

In an instant, the scene was as silent as death, and more than a dozen inscription masters in the hall stopped talking immediately, and looked at Mo Chen with astonishment, and even wondered if they heard it wrong.

Could it be that Mo Chen's head was blown out?Talking gibberish here?

Fatty Xuan picked out his ears, rubbed his eyes hard, and confirmed that everything in front of him was not illusory, and then his complexion changed drastically.Is there something wrong with my brother's head? If you say such things in Xuanwu Mansion, you are not afraid of moving your head?
It's okay for them to beg Dan, but they are playing with fire if they joke about Han Zhan's life.

"Brother Chen, you must have been dreaming just now." Ye Zixuan hurriedly pulled Mo Chen over, blinking his small eyes vigorously, no longer caring about begging for pills, he pulled Mo Chen and wanted to run outside.

He is very aware of how much Mo Chen weighs. Although his talent is stronger than his, but Han Zhan has thousands of corpses and poisonous palms. In the past six years, he has not advanced in martial arts but retreated. Even his lifespan has been eroded. Now he is at the end of his battle. In such a state, the entire Tianyun Kingdom was helpless, and all the inscription masters in the city were helpless.

With the power of a country, the inscription masters in the city are helpless. Mo Chen wants to save him, but it is undoubtedly a fantasy. Fatty Xuan doesn't want to see Mo Chen who finally woke up and was shot to death by the people of Xuanwu Mansion in a daze.

"Don't worry, I'm very awake, I'll be fine." Mo Chen looked at Fatty Xuan indifferently, a light smile flashed in his eyes, which made the latter's heart tremble for a moment inexplicably.

"What's going on? Brother Chen's eyes... I'm a warrior of the sixth level of Huafan. Brother Chen's martial soul has been shattered. It turned out to be only the fifth level of Huafan. How can I be frightened by his eyes!" Fatty Xuan was slightly absent-minded. , Mo Chen's aura gave him a feeling of being unclear, as if he was a different person.

"Hmph! What a big tone, how dare you speak up to save Marshal Han Zhan, a beggar from a poor family, do you know how poisonous the palm of thousands of corpses is? Do you know what is the way of inscription pattern?" Mu Fa said coldly.

In the hall, more than ten inscription masters also stared at Mo Chen angrily, really like more than ten hungry tigers staring at a docile lamb.

(End of this chapter)