The imperial capital of the world, Yanjing.

This ancient, poetic, and vicissitudes of the ancient capital has been standing in the world for 700 years.

War.

Humiliation.

Indignation.

In the five thousand years of China, no ancient capital has experienced more tragic deeds than Yanjing.

The last real emperor-level figure turned into a golden rain in the sky, and after his body fell.

This vast land.

There is no strong man in the era of suppression, foreign enemies invaded, the country was ruined, and during that period, dark clouds shrouded the stars, called it - Dark China!

There is no emperor-level peerless person.

Like tigers and wolves, overseas countries that have been coveting all year round have no fears.

Overseas Eight Ethnic States.

Raise three million troops, wave the army to the east, that day, the whole sky, was dyed red by killing, the firewood wolves, tigers and leopards regarded the eastern boundary as nothing, recklessly, had witnessed the ancient buildings of 5,000 years of history, was ruthlessly burned down, and the priceless jade was robbed of everything.

Just shipped out of the country.

It took ten days and ten nights!

Yanjing, the imperial capital of the world, the palace of emperor-level figures!

It has become a place for barbarians to play, and the throne made of gold has been trampled on many times.

Sorrowful!

However, in those years, even if there were no emperor-level figures, as long as there were the royal families in the south of the Yangtze River, it would not be like this at all.

But it is.

Internal and external troubles.

Only the supreme royal family came to help and fight against the enemy.

Dark times.

The eight martial arts royal families, all descendants of Yan and Huang, not only did they make a move, but they still went their own way, boasting themselves as high gods, only caring about personal fame and fortune, and not taking the life and death of the Chinese realm to heart.

Exploitation of the people's fat and people's ointment.

In order to let his own young descendants achieve the reputation of the eternal achievements, he chased and killed the three powerful people who were fighting hard against the foreign barbarians!

The truth of the year.

Few people know about it!

If not.

Crunch time.

Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master's Mansion was born angrily.

Zhang Daoqian, the thirty-sixth Heavenly Master, forcibly absorbed the power of the Heavenly Master, and with the power of one person, blocked the hundreds of peerless supremes of the eight overseas countries, bought time for the royal families in the south of the Yangtze River, and annihilated all the enemies who came to attack.

Otherwise.

I am afraid that I will suffer again, the Wuhu Rebellion three thousand years ago, which brought great disasters to China, defiled the orthodox bloodline, and erased the indomitable bloodiness that belonged to the ancient nation and had been imprinted in the bones.

Reach Bondage!

The silent Yanjing Palace.

"These bloodless things, have they all forgotten how the barbarians of the Eight Tribes acted wantonly on our land four hundred years ago!"

There was a loud sound of slapping the table angrily, and a scolding full of anger caused the elders in the other halls who were forgetting to sleep and eating and correcting the political seals to raise their heads one after another.

"There are too many good days, and I have forgotten the shame!"

"Gentlemen don't learn, they have to be a group of hypocrites, crying for that barbarian foreigner!"

"Go, tell these media, report these again, all of them will be seized, and they will never be hired!"

There was another angry slap on the table, and then there was another scolding.

"Old Yang, who is this arguing with?"

"Alas, it's not one of the eight barbarian countries, there is an 800-year-old building that was burned down. ”

Some people began to mourn for it, saying that this was a loss for all mankind, and the momentum was quite large. ”

In the quiet halls, there were some tired sighs from time to time.

"Elder Yang, don't be sad, now it's not as good as before, now the country is safe and secure, this person, as long as he is free, he will pursue a noble thinking, to put it bluntly, it can be summed up in one word by the people - pretend!"

The elderly Yang Qishan, dressed in an old black dress, sat at the dim desk.

Physically and mentally exhausted, he closed his eyes and gently pinched his eyebrows, at this time, he was slightly disappointed in his heart, waved his hand weakly, and signaled the young guard to go out first, he wanted to be quiet.

Wait for the young guards, go out, close the door.

A study with a dignified atmosphere.

It's been a long time.

Only then came a sigh full of grief and indignation.

"Alas!"

The hatred of the country and the hatred of the family, the shame brought to them by the country of the eight tribes has been forgotten by many people with a comfortable life.

What 800-year-old building burned down?

Four hundred years ago.

The barbarians of the Eight Ethnic Countries, in our land, have done the things that anger and resentment of the heavens, and the ancient buildings they have burned, are there still few?

Hitherto.

They robbed countless rare national treasures, tens of thousands of ancient books carrying the long and vicissitudes of Chinese history.

Which one was returned?

The stolen things were regarded as their own, and they were put up for auction in a big way, which was extremely shameless!

Now.

One of their ancient buildings was burned down, compared with the former national mourning, the reincarnation of heaven, and the retribution of heaven - to blame!

"A group of cubs living in swaddling clothes, my Chinese iron bones, unyielding blood, did not learn, but learned the fake compassion and false nobility of overseas barbarians!"

Looking out the study window.

This palace shrouded in darkness.

As one of the elders of the country, Yang Qishan really felt physically and mentally sleepy, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

If someday in the future.

The barbarians of the eight overseas ethnic groups have torn off the mask of hypocrisy and made a comeback, intending to get involved in this land again, will there be many heroes who give up their personal interests and are willing to throw their heads and spill their blood for the sake of the ancient national righteousness as they did four hundred years ago!

Yang Qishan's cloudy eyes looked into the depths of the palace, a trace of confusion flashed on his face, and he muttered to himself: "Maybe this Chu Lingxiao may really be the same as the old man who guarded the emperor's mausoleum, and he is the real descendant of the emperor." ”

"Lin Tianhou, Lin Tianhou, why don't you want to leave the Imperial Tomb and join the Imperial Group!"

In the depths of the dim palace, at the silent entrance of the emperor's mausoleum, two corpses slowly fell to the ground.

An old man in plain clothes and green shirts, with no sadness or joy on his face, put his hands behind his back and looked up and sighed softly.

"There are two more who don't know the height of the sky, and this year, this should be the eighth!"

Lin Tianhou waved his hand.

The two corpses that fell to the ground instantly disappeared, leaving only a thick pool of blood.

His face changed suddenly.

In a cold tone, he said disdainfully:

"Just two peerless supremes, it's not good to stay in the deep mountains and ancient forests, escape the encirclement and suppression of those eight rat royal clans, but come to me to find death!"

He Lin Tianhou.

It has guarded the imperial tomb for 500 years.

Not to mention the peerless supreme, even Zhang Daoqian of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain is here, if he wants to enter this imperial mausoleum, he will not give the slightest affection!

"Huh?"

In his sight, a white-clothed figure suddenly appeared, and Lin Tianhou frowned.

Here's another one.

Still a young man, arrogant and ignorant!

Lin Tianhou put his hands behind his back and walked over head-on, and an invincible master's demeanor emerged spontaneously.

But he hasn't made a move yet.

The whole person instantly knelt on the ground, his head was dizzy, and his pupils were full of consternation.

"This ...... How could it be ......"

The moment before he was about to close his eyes, he only saw the white cloth, step by step into the imperial tomb.