I have the best bloodline.

The power of a first-grade official is second only to the Wusheng Emperor, and his influence even exceeds that of the emperor's relatives. It is precisely because the power is so great that generally only the deceased can obtain the posthumous title of first-grade official, but Xia Yu's Third Division is extremely special. exception.

The three masters followed closely behind Emperor Wu Sheng, and eight kings with different surnames mixed with royal heirs entered the scene.

But in the vision that no one else could see, Su Yan could see familiar figures one after another. Behind them, the snow-white nine tails were swaying slightly, and their faces were hidden behind a white cloth with a red font written on it.

They did not follow the team, but walked together from the side of the gate. On the white cloth, a figure with the character "囍" written on it smiled and waved to Su Yan.

Sister Xier's sudden move caused the other Jiuyou people to look in the direction of Su Yan.

Sister Xi'er turned sideways and seemed to be saying something, but the distance was too far and Su Yan couldn't hear her.

The king with the different surname and his successor kings walked up the steps. A middle-aged man in red robe led a large team to follow the king with the different surname. They were the royal family.

They were also members of Emperor Xia Yu's clan. Later, after Emperor Xia Yu founded the country, the clan members also evolved into today's members of the Xia Yu royal family.

They are not the descendants of the Nine-tailed Fox Queen. They are promising and powerful people in the royal family who can be named kings or fiefs or participate in court affairs.

But in the royal team, a very strange sign appeared. The people in the team were wearing sacrificial robes, but some members of the royal family wore masks on their faces, covering their entire appearance. Some even wore masks all over their bodies. Airtight and thick gauze garment.

So that no one else can see your appearance and figure.

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Chapter 111 The Voice of the Wusheng Emperor (monthly ticket plus 23 updates)

After the members of the royal family entered the imperial city, the officials at Xia Yu's court followed last.

"Are you asking those people? Those white fox masked figures in the royal team are underage royals. They have no ability to protect themselves now, and naturally they will not reveal their appearance at will. As for those figures covered in white gauze, they are the most marginal. For the royal family, it can be said that except for the moments when everyone is needed to worship ancestors, no one cares about their existence at other times."

Seeing the little fox raising questions, the aunt started to explain a little bit about the Xia Yu royal family to Su Yan.

The members of the royal family originated from the members of Emperor Xia Yu's clan. Although they bear the name of Xia Yu's royal family, except for having enough food and clothing, entering the dynasty and getting started with the fifth level of faculties, and obtaining some conveniences and skills, the members of the royal family have no other aspects. You can't be as unscrupulous as Princess Wuxi.

The main force of the royal family is still the heirs and kings, and the members of the Nightmare Town sect just want to push them to power.

But the heirs denied it, and even knelt down in front of Emperor Wusheng, crying and hugging His Majesty's thigh, and said: Those unscrupulous people want to frame us. Our loyalty to Your Majesty is well-known far and wide. We are born in the royal family. Even if I die, I will still be the fox-legged son who surrounds His Majesty.

The Nightmare Town believers preached: The stinky fox is not morally right.

The heirs and kings announced loudly: Emperor Xia Yu was a poor boy in the beginning. If he had not been supported by Empress Su, there would be no Xia Yu today!

The glory of His Majesty Wusheng Emperor will always shine on Xia Yu!

"Hahaha, it's so funny. The Nightmare Town sect wants to push the royal family's heirs to the throne, and those heirs want the Nightmare Town disciples to die suddenly on the spot." My aunt said and couldn't help laughing.

The Nightmare Town sect said something, and the King Si and the royal family immediately jumped up and retorted with three or five sentences, and then ran to the palace at night to express their loyalty to Emperor Wusheng.

Although this incident happened a long time ago, it is still circulated among storytellers during that period.

It is said that when the dispute was at its most intense, the people in Nightmare Town had just posted a notice that His Majesty was in the wrong position. The soldiers sent by the heir kings posted a notice under the notice paper to refute that the position was wrong, and There is reason and evidence to explain why Wusheng Emperor can claim the throne.

During that time, the Nightmare Sect and the Successor Kings were filled with notices of war inside and outside Xia Yu's city. The main city of Xia Yu was submerged in the notices, and it took a long time to clean up afterward.

The bulletin board was born from this. Any information not posted on the bulletin board would be false propaganda.

"Nobles really know how to play."

Su Yan, who was lying on the vines and enjoying the massage, complained about the unbearable feeling of the royal family. However, considering that they were facing Emperor Wusheng who was fighting on the battlefield, such a cowardly behavior was not incomprehensible.

The conversation between Su Yan and his aunt will not affect the ongoing Xia Yu ancestral sacrifice.

Although the Imperial City is more vast than the main city, the people who can attend the ancestor worship team are not ordinary people. With their foot strength to travel several miles in one step, it didn't take long to walk from the city gate to the central altar.

Emperor Wusheng stood at the front of the altar, and the three divisions were behind the emperor in the second row, followed by the kings with different surnames and the heirs at the end. Other members of the royal family and court officials did not set foot on the altar anymore, but On the platform one step away from the altar, two teams, the royal family and the officials, were listed according to their rank and status.

Ancestor sacrifices are held every year. Everyone knows where they stand and no commotion occurs.

Everyone, including Emperor Wusheng, expressed the feeling that they were accustomed to holding routine events.

Su Yan sat in the audience, looking at the seven ghosts sitting on the altar and talking to each other, and tried to look at the highest point, Emperor Wusheng, to see his appearance.

But she couldn't raise her head. Su Yan tried not to look at Emperor Wusheng's head, and her head immediately obeyed.

When she wanted to scan horizontally, her mind and eyes seemed to hit the wall.

In this regard, Su Yan could only give up with a helpless look on her face. Emperor Wusheng was worthy of the name of an immortal in the world. She didn't want others to not even see her. He was a real boss.

"Gu!"

Emperor Wusheng fiddled in front of the altar, picked up the prayer on the altar and began to read it.

At the same time, a voice identical to that of Emperor Wusheng began to translate Emperor Wusheng's difficult words:

"I am Emperor Wusheng. Under my protection this year, Xia Yu can get whatever he wants. If I ask for wind to blow at noon, it will blow at noon. If I ask for rain to fall at three o'clock in the morning, it will not last until five o'clock. If it fails to do so, drag the mountain god out and chop him off!"

"On the land where Xia Yu's flag is planted, I, Emperor Wusheng, have the final say!"

After Emperor Wusheng read out the first sentence of more than ten words, Sister Xi'er beside him interpreted nearly a hundred words. Even if you have never read a book, you can understand the meaning of Emperor Wusheng's words.

Emperor Wusheng glanced at Jiuyou calmly, and continued to read without expressing any thoughts. At the same time, Sister Xier also spoke synchronously:

"This year is another happy year. Today, I will lead the members of my hall to show the ancestors. Now there are three bullies in the Tribulation Period, four bandit leaders in the Refining Void Period, and sixteen thugs in the Fusion Period!"

"There are also assassins from the Demon Suppression Division, but their identities need to be kept secret, so they will not be revealed to you for the time being."

"There are too many names for the new earth immortals and those half-step earth immortals, so I won't mention them for the time being. Anyway, they have been tied up horizontally and vertically by me on Xia Yu's ship. Whoever makes me unhappy next year, I will let his whole family die with regrets!"

The original words of Emperor Wusheng were that today he led the court officials to fulfill the wishes of his ancestors. Now Xia Yu has gradually moved from the wild and ignorant era to prosperity and wealth. Under the leadership of me and the officials, it will become stronger.

"But I have to mention one thing. This year, we have to hurry up to go through the procedures because it's almost the end of the year. Ahem."

Sister Xi'er, who was translating smoothly, was interrupted by the ghost with the word "anger" written on the white cloth on his cheek.

Xia Yu's New Year celebrations, ancestor worship, and martial arts performances are all artificially created history, mainly used to enhance the subjects' sense of belonging to the Xia Yu Dynasty.

Ancestor worship is indeed a process, and everyone knows it and doesn't need to be said explicitly.

"In short, after the New Year, I will personally chop off their heads with a guillotine!"

Sister Xi'er was concise and condensed the content of Emperor Wusheng's hundreds of words into twenty words.

Emperor Wusheng glanced at Sister Xi'er again, but still did not express any opinions.

"I have finished speaking. It is almost noon now. Now that everyone is here, let's sit down, have a good meal and prepare for the imperial competition!"

"Although I think they are really weak, they are all the future. Whether it is our Xia Yu, or other sects, or independent cultivators, it is not surprising that they may dig up someone's ancestral grave and ascend to heaven in the future."

The cultivators who participated in the ancestral sacrifice in the imperial city originally sat upright with their eyes straight ahead, but after hearing the "voice" of His Majesty Emperor Wusheng, they could not hold back a little.

It is well known that Emperor Wusheng is a cultured person, and her words are both literary and difficult to understand.

But I don't know since when, whenever Emperor Wusheng started to read or announce something, everyone would hear simultaneous translation in their hearts. When Emperor Wusheng on the stage said something that was difficult for everyone to understand, a translation similar to a detailed explanation would pop up in their hearts.

Not only when announcing news, but even when giving instructions to the royal family, the originally complex and cumbersome content would be directly simplified to the extent that everyone could understand.

Xia Yu officials and monks who often attend ancestral sacrifices do not find the way Wushengdi speaks strange.

Everyone is used to it, and they also like this kind of plain language that everyone can understand.

It must be said that Xia Yu is really amazing. He has found two more fusion-stage monks without knowing it.

The fusion-stage monks are commonly known as: land immortals.

Chapter 112 Right Protector Chongming

After Wushengdi finished reading the sacrificial text, according to the ancestral sacrifice process, he came to the feast, that is, the Xia Yu Dynasty paid for everyone to have a simple meal, and then came to the opening ceremony of the imperial martial arts performance.

The imperial martial arts performance lasted until the evening, and then the first day of the ancestral sacrifice ended with the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.

The second day was still the same. The imperial martial arts performance lasted for seven days, and the winner received the award during the Lantern Festival.

After the ancestral sacrifice was completed, the steps originally used by Wushengdi and the court officials to stand also shifted, and directly turned into thick tree branches at the high point of the imperial city, so that Wushengdi could get the best viewing field.

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Just when the ancestor worship had just ended and the feast had begun in the Imperial City.

In Xiayu City, a red fox squatting at the Demon Suppression Division's office opened its eyes, its eyes revealing confusion. A large number of pre-set images appeared in front of it, about the failure of the Jade Rabbit transportation plan, the death of Wu Yu, and the Demon Suppression Division's comprehensive investigation of foxes in Xiayu's main city.

"Hehehe"

The newborn red fox, who had not yet developed his intelligence, showed a humane smile and said, "Old man, didn't you expect that I was hiding in the fetus of a female fox?"

The red fox showed joy on his face, and there was no spiritual energy or soul fluctuation on his body. He looked just like a very ordinary hybrid red fox that was born less than two months ago.

But the creature hidden in the red fox's body was one of the left and right guardians of the Nightmare Town Sect in the Central Province. His cultivation was second only to the right guardian of the leader of the Nightmare Town Sect. His name was Chongming.

Chongming stood up, shook his young fox arms and waist, and then landed on all fours and ran straight to the warehouse of the Demon Suppression Division. He did not encounter any powerful cultivators of the Demon Suppression Division along the way.

The left guardian was playing hide-and-seek with the Demon Suppression Division, and the hall master was running around to cause damage, temporarily involving the Ministry of War and some of the Demon Suppression Division's town officials. In addition, the Imperial City was holding the Xia Yu ancestor sacrifice. Chongming would not be discovered as long as he did not expose his cultivation and aura.

Chongming was very familiar with the interior of the Demon Suppression Division, and even knew the loopholes and flaws of the formation. He did not need to use his own magic power, but only used one spirit stone to cast a control seal on the restriction of the warehouse to open a door.

Chongming bit the spirit stone obtained from the flowers and ran into the warehouse of the Demon Suppression Division. He did not care about the treasures and secret books on the shelves. His figure directly sank into the darkness and moved forward. The warehouse with an area of ​​less than 16 acres seemed to have no end.

Chongming ran wildly in the warehouse without encountering any obstacles or hearing any sounds.

Chongming did not find it strange, because the warehouse of the Demon Suppression Division was connected to a prison in another space.

The demon suppressed by the Demon Suppression Division was not a disciple of the Nightmare Town, and ordinary Nightmare Town sects were not worthy of such a luxurious prison.

His trip was to go to the prison to send an item to the man to help him break the shackles of the prison.

"Ah"

An old sigh sounded, and the old man with a cane walked out of the shadows, blocked Chongming and said: "Xia Chongming, why don't you know how to adapt? What's the point of letting you wake up the leader of Nightmare Town?"

"Isn't it better to let the past go with the wind?"

The old man with a cane blocked the red fox and gave Xia Chongming a stern warning.

"Let me ask you, how can we give up? There is no way in front of us and behind us. Now we are like poor bugs hanging on an island. The only way was cut off at the beginning because of your blocking."

Xia Chongming squatted on the ground, and the flesh on the back of the young fox gradually cracked. A black arm stained with the blood of the red fox stretched out from the cavity, and the palm covered with dragon scales grabbed the ground heavily and pulled his body out.

Xia Chongming gradually crawled out, his upper body covered with dark dragon scales, phoenix feathers growing on his back, his head 50% human and 50% beast, his lower body like some canine creatures, with recurved knees.

The old man raised his eyelids slightly and said, "For the sake of our fellow tribe and your past contributions, if you withdraw now, I can still pretend nothing happened. Don't make irrational choices because of your greed."

The reason why the Nightmare Suppression Method is listed as a taboo is because it can devour the innate magical powers infinitely and take the innate magical powers of the demon race as its own, but when the caster seizes the body of the demon race, the connected soul will also seize the body together.

Those foreign souls will take root in the caster's soul and have a lasting and irreversible impact on it.

Therefore, the day when the Nightmare Suppression Method is completed is also the day when the practitioner dies.

It is very common for the caster to be seized by the foreign soul, and all his efforts will be in vain for others, or the soul cannot bear the direct collapse of other souls.

Xia Chongming took a look at his current appearance, raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him and said: "Your Highness, do you see that Chongming's current appearance is all due to you, but I don't hate your royal family. I have even been grateful for the nightmare method you gave me. The nightmare method you improved is really very useful."

As he said this, Xia Chongming's face gradually became ferocious: "But you should never stop us when we are about to succeed. You killed King Yu!"

"Your Highness, do you still want to stop us now?"

The old man did not speak, but slowly picked up the "crutch" hidden in the shadows, raised his hand to hold his shoulder and pulled out the long sword inside. A ripple spread outward with the old man as the center, covering and swallowing. The old man's figure seemed to gradually rise and return to the appearance of a young man.

The prince's eyes gradually became cold, and thousands of sword shadows and knife lights brought endless blood shadows.

Xia Chongming, the right protector who broke into the Demon Prison, couldn't even block the old man's sword and died instantly.

The long sword with mountains, rivers and stars imprinted on it returned to its scabbard.

The Demon Suppression Prison returned to peace again. The old man walked slowly inside with his cane, sat down on a cushion in front of a giant golden door, put his "cane" on his legs, looked behind him, and sighed.

Behind the golden door was an iceberg and endless darkness.

There were constant hissing and roaring in the darkness, and the two giant beasts that were eternally frozen in the iceberg exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. The white fox's nine tails were facing the sky, and it was biting the dragon-shaped beast with a ferocious look on its face. The two were frozen in the ice when they were fighting, and they were still transferred to the prison of the Demon Suppression Division for custody.

The old man closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, and no longer paid attention to everything behind the golden door.

Xia Yu did take a wrong path, but the mistakes he had made had been corrected.

However, the sins he had committed would not be so easy to pass away with time. The world behind the golden door was Xia Yu's dark and turbulent history.