At the gate of the imperial study of the imperial palace, the young emperor looked up at the changing sky on the other side of the Witch King's Palace, and his heart was half worried.

According to the plan, it shouldn't have been done to the Witch King's Palace so early, but why did something happen at this time?

At this moment, a team of palace guards who had just gone to inquire about the situation hurried back.

They all had a look of disbelief on their faces and immediately fell to their knees.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong, the Witch King's Palace has been attacked, there are many casualties, and there is not one in ten, and the entire Witch God Temple has collapsed. ”

When the emperor heard the news, he was ecstatic in his heart, but on the surface he looked shocked and asked.

"Who attacked the Witch King's Palace?"

The leader of the guard hurried back.

"Back to Your Majesty, it is a very young young man in white, the ministers have never seen that person, and the young man in white does not look like us Nanming. ”

The emperor frowned, showing a thoughtful expression, and said secretly in his heart.

"Could it be that he is the one who pretended to be Helian Chong?"

The leader of the guards looked at the emperor and frowned in thought, hesitated for a moment, and asked boldly.

"Your Majesty, should we send troops to support the Witch King's Palace?"

The Emperor's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the leader of the guards, which immediately made the leader of the guards tremble and bow his head.

After a moment of silence, the young emperor said lightly.

"Of course you have to support, you don't need to say, I have already sent an order to Hai Junhou. ”

The leader of the guards breathed a sigh of relief, and then he seemed to remember something, and he stopped talking.

"Your Majesty, when the ministers were investigating the situation in the Witch King Palace, they seemed to see a woman suspected of being Princess Qinglian in the Witch God Temple. ”

Hearing this, the young emperor's face suddenly changed drastically, and his heart was suddenly confused.

He stepped forward, grabbed the guard leader's clothes, and asked.

"What did you say?"

The leader of the guard replied tremblingly.

"The ministers are not sure if it is Princess Qinglian, please give your majesty some time, and the ministers will find out immediately. ”

The young emperor looked anxious and worried, and said.

"You immediately send someone to Qinglian's dormitory to have a look, and if she is not there, gather all the guards and go to the Witch King's Palace.

I don't care what you do, if you don't bring Qinglian back safely, you just wait to lose your head. ”

Since the establishment of the Southern Ming Empire by the first Wu King, the Xuanyuan clan has been an orthodox royal family and has never changed.

The reason why the Xuanyuan clan has always sat firmly on the throne and the Witch King Palace has not replaced it is of course not because of fear of infamy, but because of the bloodline of the Xuanyuan clan.

They are the most orthodox descendants of the witch gods, and they are the descendants of the witch gods.

As long as the witch gods are still there, no one dares to replace the Xuanyuan clan, at most it is like this, treating them as puppet emperors and manipulating them wantonly.

Thousands of years have passed, and the Xuanyuan clan's witch god bloodline has become thinner and thinner, and under the deliberate suppression of generations of witch kings, they have long forgotten that they are descendants of witch gods.

Only the Witch Kings of all dynasties knew this secret, and only the Witch Kings knew that the bloodline of the Xuanyuan clan could accept the inheritance of the Witch God.

The premise is that the degree of bloodline atavism must be high, and an ordinary Xuanyuan clan member cannot obtain the approval of the witch god.

That day, Liufeng talked about the Xuanyuan clan in the Witch God Temple, and said that the Witch King was waiting for a suitable person to appear, and this suitable person was the person who was atavistic by blood and could accept the inheritance.

Now in the Witch God Temple, because she accidentally touched the statue of the Witch God, Princess Qinglian was selected as the inheritor.

Her bloodline has been recognized by the witch god.

Bits of light emanated from the statue of the witch god, enveloping her body and gradually turning into a ball resembling a cocoon of light.

At this moment, everyone's attention was on Xue Jian, and no one noticed the changes in the ruins of the Witch God Temple.

On the battlefield ahead, Xue saw that he used Haizun Ding to deal with those five old men, and he didn't fall behind at all, these five people were all dying people, and they were at the end of the crossbow.

Earth-shattering sorcery unfolded, thunder roared, a sea of fire rushed to the face, and the wind bladed like a knife.

It can be said that these five people are all strong in the middle witches, and if they are in their heyday, it will be difficult for Xue Jian to resist a move.

But now, he only needs to use all his strength to urge Haizun Ding, and the Tianhai Divine Water is enough to resist everything.

But soon, the Yuan Force in his body was difficult to support, Xue saw sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth, and directly took out the floor tiles of the Crystal Palace from the space belt.

These floor tiles are all made of metacrystals, exuding bursts of vitality.

Xue Jian stepped on the soles of his feet with these floor tiles, absorbing the vitality while frantically buying the vitality in the system.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, Xue Jian bought a thousand copies of Yuan Qi in one go.

100 virtual coins for a lifetime, he spent 100,000 virtual coins in one go.

So don't look at Xue Jian is very rich, he really wants to be crazy about kryptonite, and it will be gone for 100,000 in a second.

And he cultivated from the first level of the Mixed Yuan Realm to the peak of the ninth level, I don't know how much virtual currency he spent, and it was more than five million.

The five old men on the opposite side saw Xue Jian's vitality soaring, like a balloon suddenly full of gas, and their faces changed.

"No, he's trying to break through through the pressure we put on him. ”

The five old men were all well-informed people, and they could see through Xue Jian's thoughts at a glance.

But at this moment, they have no power to stop it.

One of the old men said in a deep voice with a resolute look in his eyes.

"At this point, I can only curse him at the cost of my life, otherwise when he breaks through, the Witch King's Palace will be completely finished. ”

The other four looked helpless and nodded.

The old man who spoke bit the tip of his tongue, spit out the last of his essence blood, and threw it at the four of them.

Having lost all his essence and blood, the old man was almost a dead man, with only a little consciousness left, and the candle that sustained his life was not extinguished.

After the four of them took the essence blood, they quickly drew talismans and chanted incantations in the palms of their hands.

After a while, the old man who had donated his essence and blood was cut off from breath, and his body decayed at an extremely fast rate, turning into a dry bone.

The curse technique was fulfilled, and Xue saw that his body shook violently, and he felt that his life was passing rapidly.

The hair on his forehead gradually turned from black to white, and the skin at the corners of his eyes became loose and wrinkled.

Xue Jian is aging rapidly, and it seems that it will not take long for a young man in his early twenties to a middle-aged man with a white head.

Just then, an anxious voice came.

"Teacher!"

Du Xiaoqing has been following Senhu to chase and kill those people from the Witch King Palace, but she is always thinking about Xue Jian in her heart, paying attention to all the movements here.

After seeing Xue Jian being cursed, she rushed over as soon as possible, biting her fingertips and squeezing out a few drops of blood.

Xue Jian breathed a sigh of relief after swallowing Du Xiaoqing's blood, fortunately Xiaoqing was also there today, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Without the power of the curse, Xue Jian gritted his teeth and continued to forcibly break through.

"Vitality and True Qi are not enough!"

If you want to break through the True Yuan Realm, of course you can't just have enough Yuan Qi, you also have to have the same amount of True Qi.

Xue Jian held his breath and bought another thousand copies of Yuan Qi in the system, adding three thousand copies of True Qi.

Suddenly, he heard a voice in the system, and it turned out that the cumulative consumption had reached tens of millions of virtual coins, and the VIP level had been raised to level 6.