Within the heavy and tall palace walls, the square paved with wide stones, and under the continuous stairs, there is a whole row of big dings, all the way up the stairs with ninety-nine steps, through two heavy palace gates, you will arrive at the palace, and see the solemn throne and the king Huan wearing a red and black crown robe.

The entire palace was built on the top of a huge ancient ruins, using tens of thousands of slaves, a large number of witch sacrifices, and sorcerers, and it took ten years to build this unimaginable palace.

The court meeting of the Dahuan Dynasty was held at night, the palace was lit up, most of the officials below were kneeling, and the throne at the top was also directly attached to the ground, without legs.

Most of the officials below are no longer like the former Xunguo period, like the beast barbarians who drink blood, wrapped in animal skins, tattooed and broken hair, and cannibalized with beasts.

After decades of recuperation and continuous development, the Dahuan people also understand the beauty of Huazhang and the great etiquette, not only wearing gorgeous robes, but also began to wear jade, hair and crowned hats.

However, some witch sacrifices and sorcerers still retain the customs of the early Xun Kingdom.

Beside King Huan sat a historian, and the lower head was divided into witch priests in charge of sacrifices, witches in charge of soldiers and horses,

After the court meeting, I saw that the people below left in ox carts or chariots, each carrying a lot of slaves and retainers.

The old King Huan, finally in the two bright and dignified, wearing red clothes of the female concubine to hold him, the former powerful King Huan, now although the witch sacrifice technique is still strong, but can not stop a little old and decaying fate, even walking has to be supported.

King Huan has a birthmark on his head, which is the mark of his birth as a man of destiny, and everyone believes in him, he is the one chosen by the sky and the witch god, and even many people believe that he is the incarnation of the witch god.

Everyone believes, including him, that it is because of this that he established the Dahuan Dynasty.

"Destiny is in Xun!"

"Now, the destiny has passed, so is it time for the end to come?"

King Huan's hands and face were full of wrinkles, and he stood outside the palace, his hands full of ravines like goosebumps, caressing the cool stone railing, and his crown robe dragged over the stone slabs, and walking down the stairs little by little.

He looked up and looked into the distance.

Xun in the dark night is like a shadow in his eyes, thousands of houses stretch into the distance, and he sees not only houses, but also endless people, no matter noble or low, all survive in Xundu.

Looking into the distance, you can see that cities, villages, towns, tribes, vassal states, and Fang countries are all under the Dahuan Dynasty he established, and the entire human race, countless people, inhabit and survive in the new era he created.

In the past, human beings were like wild beasts, with no writing, no future, fighting with those demons and strange beasts in the jungle and the earth, and the human race at that time was just one of the beasts, no different from the ordinary tigers, leopards, birds and beasts in the jungle.

It was he, little by little, who ignited the fire of civilization from the wilderness, established the Xun Kingdom in Endless, and then after twenty-seven battles, the Huan Dynasty was finally established.

Expelled the demon race and strange beasts, opened up a number of city-states in the wilderness, divided the vassal states, and blessed the entire human race.

Thinking of this, King Huan couldn't help but be proud, as if he had fallen into the past years again, driving the army to conquer the world, as if the heavens and the earth were praising it, and the mountains, rivers, rivers and seas were all overwhelmed.

Huan Wanghua stood in front of the huge sacrificial ritual bronze tripod, and on the wide square, he drew out the bronze long sword at his waist.

But within two strokes, Huan Wanghua was tired and out of breath, and the two girls hurriedly supported him, and he kept panting with his sword.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha!"

"Old! really old!"

"But!"

When he said this, Huan Wanghua's words changed and he looked around his world.

"That's enough!"

He could feel that the life force was withdrawing from his body little by little, and he was decaying and dying little by little.

But he didn't have the slightest fear, as if he had faced endless difficulties and many crises, whether it was facing the conquests of countless clans and tribes again and again, or facing the powerful Xuanyuan Kingdom, or the fiasco of the Battle of Longqiu, or the direct face of the gods and demons in the Xuanyuan Country.

Every time, he is facing death, and he is also overcoming death.

Even if the Dahuan Dynasty is established, the struggle between countless witch sacrifices, witches, vassal states and tribal chieftains inside and outside the country, the slightest mistake will be the end of the entire Dahuan falling apart.

The newly established Dahuan Dynasty seems to be powerful, but it is like a fragile and cracked bronze mirror, which may shatter with a single blow.

This death and defeat are like his shadows, sitting on this throne as if they were sitting on a sea of swords and fire.

At this time, two courtiers hurriedly came and hurriedly arrived in front of King Huan.

"King, the Great Witch asks to see!"

The Great Witch refers to the Great Witch Festival, which is the highest position in charge of all the sacrificial activities of the Great Huan Dynasty and is responsible for communicating with the witch god.

Until a person appeared, showing a more powerful witch sacrifice than King Huan, a person who is proficient in the way of heaven and earth and the art of channeling gods, this person claims to be able to communicate with the witch god, on a sacrificial ceremony, defeated all the witch sacrifices, borrowed the power of the witch god, and was named the great witch.

His name is Cloud.

Da Wuyun walked in wearing a witch robe, this big witch who looked like a fairy wind and had a long beard, and the first words he said when he came in were extremely shocking.

"Your Majesty, I have a technique to ensure the king's immortality!"

The old King Huan looks like he is fifty years older than this so-called Great Witch Sacrifice, but according to the Great Witch Yun, the ages of the two of them are almost the same, and this Great Witch Sacrifice is the strongest person in the Great Huan Witch Sacrifice, and what he said is still a little convincing.

King Huan took the silk silk from the Great Witch Sacrifice ground, swept it, glanced at the Great Witch Sacrifice, and then directly threw the silk scroll on the ground, snorting coldly.

"How many people have to die here, I'm afraid that the people in the entire Xundu will not be enough to sacrifice your immortal art, right?"

"I don't need it!"

I only saw the silk scroll spread out, revealing the dense rune spells inside, each spell carried a terrifying and strange power, and there was a picture painted on the scroll.

I saw that the scrolls were full of evil ghosts and ghosts, struggling from under the abyss with a hideous roar, and a ghost emperor wearing a crown and a crown robe was guarded by the endless evil ghosts and ghosts, and sat on his throne.

Da Wuyun picked up the silk scroll, rolled it up carefully, and still persuaded King Huan with great sincerity, as if he was thinking about King Huan.

"Why is the king like this, we witch sacrifices, go up to the gods, and go down to the ghosts and gods, but we can't only seek immortality. ”

"Now that you have the art of immortality, why don't you give it a try!"

King Huan chuckled, his old body and face showed the imperial domineering that had been accumulated for decades, and he flicked his long sleeves and looked down at Dawu.

"Life and death are just that, what is there to be afraid of!"

He stretched out his hand and looked at the entire Xundu, the whole person stood under the stretching steps in front of the main hall, and circled around the bronze tripod, the long sword with the scabbard swinging, making a knocking sound.

"See, as long as Dahuan is still there, I'm still alive!"

"As long as the Terrans are still there, I'm still here!"

"Hundreds of millions of people will praise my name, and the history books will leave every word and every word of Huan Wanghua, even if thousands of years have passed, 10,000 years, I will live in everyone's heart!"

"Why should I fear death?"

King Huan put his hand on the bronze tripod, raised his head and laughed, turned his head, and finally spit out four words at the Great Witch Sacrifice Cloud.

"I'm Dahuan!"

"I am the king of men!"

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The Great Witch Festival Cloud walked out of the palace hall little by little by night, passed through the heavy guards and the lights in the palace, stepped through the wide gate of the witch god, and stood outside the palace.

Looking at the Xundu outside the palace, the thousands of households hidden in the darkness, the corners of the Great Witch Sacrifice Cloud finally showed a smile.

"Huan Chen? Huan Wang Hua?"

"It's a ...... What a disciple of mine!"

The Qingyun Dao man, who had incarnated as the Great Witch Sacrifice, shook his hand, threw away the silk scroll painted with incantations and ten thousand ghosts in his hand, and knelt down on the chariot that had been waiting in the corridor outside the palace for a long time, and four strong wrestlers carried the sedan chair and left.

And the silk rolled up in the wind and burned into a cloud of ashes, turning into black smoke and drifting into the sky.