5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 275 On Qualifications, Is My Husband Enough?
Sikong Nihong's voice spread to every corner of the Sikong Empire through luck, reaching everyone's ears.

Everyone who heard the news was stunned.

The Sikong Empire actually wants to vassalize other forces, what kind of force is Feixian Mountain?
This place is isolated from the outside world, and most people don't know what's going on outside or what Feixian Mountain is.

However, rich vassals of the empire were not common even in the peak period of the prosperous age.

The dynasty is already very powerful, and the strength of the empire can be multiplied dozens of times. Even in the prosperous age, an empire is the absolute overlord.

"What!" Sikong Ye was also shocked, and suddenly looked at Sikong Nihong, "You want to surrender to Feixian Mountain?"

Others don't know Feixian Mountain, but how can he, Sikong Ye, not know?

Feixian Mountain is just a dynasty, and the empire is a vassal of the dynasty, which has never appeared in history.

How can a high-level surrender to a low-level one? "Yes, I have already made up my mind." Sikong Nihong glanced at Jiangling and said casually.

"Think twice, once a vassal relationship is formally established, no matter how high or low the power level is, you have to offer [-]% of your luck."

When Sikong Nihong was not around, it was Sikong Ye who managed the Sikong Empire. He knew too well how precious luck was.

"It doesn't matter, it's only 3% of the offering. In the future, other forces can be wiped out to grab luck." Sikong Nihong's tone was still calm.

Seeing Sikong Nihong's firm attitude, Sikong Ye was speechless. After all, the master of the empire is Sikong Nihong, not him.

Not only Sikong Ye was shocked, but the kings and leaders of other major forces were all stunned.

This is simply a prodigal behavior, but why do you want to do this?Even if Sikong Nihong has his eyes on Jiangling, he can directly merge forces and arrange a job for Jiangling, wouldn't it be enough?
Even Jiang Ling was stunned, sitting on the ground for a while without reacting.

This is for no reason, a power for nothing!

If there is 3% of the luck offered by the Sikong Empire, and the other forces are wiped out later, Jiangling can plot to make Feixian Mountain develop into an empire.

But why did Sikong Nihong do this? Didn't she always treat me coldly?
Jiang Ling frowned and couldn't figure it out, when he looked up at Sikong Nihong, Sikong Nihong happened to be looking at him too.

At this moment, the two immediately looked at each other.

Sikong Nihong blushed for the first time, his eyes flickered, he was embarrassed to look at Jiangling.

In fact, Mo Haiyang's Hongluan Tianwu had an effect, and it didn't lose its effect as it seemed on the surface, but the effect was strong.

The fusion of souls between Jiang Ling and Sikong Nihong is the most in-depth communication, even more exaggerated than the physical union.

When the two souls resonate, there will be no secrets between each other.

They don't have the name of husband and wife now, but they have the reality of husband and wife.

Don't say that Sikong Nihong is embarrassed, even Jiangling is too. When he thinks about the soul resonance before, he doesn't know how to face her.

What's more complicated is that when the soul resonated, Sikong Nihong's two bodies were in a fusion state, so Jiang Ling resonated with the souls of both of them!
Ruined.

The more Jiang Ling thought about it, the more entangled he was, scratching his head a little flustered.

Mo Sanlang was still immersed in the grief of being sold to a rich family and thousands of soldiers, lying on the ground crying bitterly, unable to control himself for a long time.

"Om."

The black clouds floating high in the sky suddenly changed, shaking slowly.

These changes attracted the attention of countless people, and everyone looked up.

As the black clouds swirled, Sikong Xuan, who was bombarded by Sikong Nihong, actually rose up by himself, and gradually collapsed into scattered energy.

The shattered soul is like a shattered crystal stone, slowly melting into the black cloud.

In an instant, a mysterious and strange aura radiated out.

"What's wrong?" Sikong Ye looked up at the sky in surprise.

Does father still have a plan?Is this resurrection?

Impossible, the soul is broken, how to resurrect?

In the eyes of everyone, a powerful coercion emanated from the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

Vaguely, an illusory figure emerged.

A misty old voice came down from the distance: "Nihong, father is proud of you. One mistake, one mistake every time, being a father is a sinner."

"Father?" Sikong Nihong stared at the sky in disbelief.

Sikong Xuan's soul was indeed shattered, and even now it has not been reunited, but what's the matter with that sound?

"At the moment of death, I reversed the exercises and realized the true meaning of the True Dragon Scripture, but my soul was broken and I was powerless to return to heaven."

"I will designate myself and protect the entire people of the Sikong Empire to make atonement."

As soon as the words fell, the luck of the Sikong Empire rolled back into the black clouds like a river and sea, and was absorbed a lot.

Immediately afterwards, the black cloud surged violently, as if something wanted to rush out.

The terrifying movement brewed for a moment, and then a scene that made everyone's scalps tingle happened!

Thunder roared, and the wind and rain blew violently. A huge black dragon with the same body circled out of the black clouds, with human-shaped emotions in its two eyes.

"Ang~"

The giant dragon hovered above the Sikong Empire, screaming majestically, which aroused Mantian Luck and connected with every citizen of the Sikong Empire.

"Om."

At the same time, a dragon-shaped imprint faintly appeared between Sikong Nihong's eyebrows.

"Dragon, dragon veins?" Sikong Nihong looked at the black dragon in the sky in surprise.

Father turned into a dragon vein, how did he do it? Could it be because of the True Dragon Scripture?The kings and leaders of the major forces present also saw the identity of the black dragon, and all of them changed their faces.

That is actually a dragon vein!

After Sikong Xuan's soul was shattered, he reversed his skills and turned into a dragon vein.

Moreover, this dragon vein is different, with a black body and the blessing of black clouds. It is a mutant dragon vein, which is far superior to the general main vein dragon vein.

"hold head high!"

The black dragon roared to the heavens, looking down on the entire empire, its coercion was overwhelming.

Sikong Ye's eyes were moist: "Father."

Jiang Ling was a little emotional, Sikong Xuan, who had ruined his country for thousands of years, finally became the patron saint of the empire in another form, and found his own destination.

What about me, where is my home?

A muffled sound of "Boom" brought Jiang Ling's mind back to reality.

Several strong men with strong backs and strong waists jointly brought a golden dragon chair carved with a real dragon, and placed the dragon chair in front of Sikong Nihong.

"Congratulations to the new emperor of the Sikong Empire!"

The ceremonial officer has arrived, shouting solemnly.

This is the alternation of the old and new generations, the unveiling of a new era, and the coronation ceremony of Sikong Neon!From this moment on, Sikong Nihong is no longer the temporary emperor, and will be officially in charge of the Sikong Empire.

"hold head high!"

The black dragon's veins roared in the air, setting off Sikong Neon's power like a nine-day god emperor.

"Crash."

The people of Sikong Empire knelt one after another, kneeling on the ground in patches.

Sikong Ye's eyes flickered for a while, but finally he sighed and lowered his noble head towards Sikong Nihong.

"boom."

The heaven and the earth surrendered, the people followed, the weather changed drastically, and Sikong Nihong ruled the empire with monstrous aura.

But she didn't sit on the dragon chair, facing everyone's kneeling, she turned to look at Jiang Ling.

"Jiangling, come up."

No one dared to speak, they all looked at Jiang Ling in a daze.

Mo Sanlang also frowned, thinking who is Jiang Ling?

"Whoa."

As the breeze blew, a figure slowly walked out.

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing, don't mess around." Mo Sanlang whispered nervously at Jiang Ling, he still doesn't know Jiang Ling's identity.

But Jiang Ling didn't make a sound, and walked up to Sikong Nihong step by step.

Sikong Nihong nodded to him: "Sit down."

"Let me sit?" Jiang Ling frowned slightly.

"No!" Sikong Ye and other high-level officials of the empire all stood up and exclaimed.

"He is not qualified to sit on it," Sikong Ye said in a deep voice, "Even if our Sikong Empire is a vassal of Feixian Mountain, he is not qualified to sit on this dragon chair."

"Yes, Great Emperor, think twice, the rules can't be broken." A group of high-level officials all agreed.

"Not qualified? Come on, help me prepare for the wedding immediately. I want to marry Jiang Ling, and he will be my husband."

Everyone was stunned, and Mo Sanlang was even more dumbstruck.

"Now, who else dares to say that he is not qualified?"

Sikong Nihong's domineering voice resounded through the audience, calming everyone down, making Sikong Ye and other high-level officials speechless, and the domineering aura was fully revealed.

"In terms of qualifications, is my husband good enough?"

(End of this chapter)