To the east of the Chuyun Mountains, inside a cottage.

One hundred thousand golden armor guards stood in front of Su Ziyang and knelt down.

"Meet the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The sound is neat and imposing.

"Flat!"

"Emperor Xie!"

Su Ziyang looked at Luo Shun and nodded with satisfaction.

This guy is a bit stubborn in his mind, but he is absolutely loyal.

Come to the cottage hall.

"General Luo, prepare to go to Hugang Village with me!" Su Ziyang said.

"Your Majesty, according to the report of the spies, Zhao Chan has sent a million army to attack Hugangzhai! If we go now, we'll meet them. Luo Shun said.

"Zhao Chan?" Su Ziyang frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Chan is the pavilion master of the Purple Feather Pavilion, and his strength is infinitely close to the holy level, and his real combat power is far beyond the ordinary holy level!" Luo Shun introduced.

Su Ziyang nodded slightly, "Then did you send someone to deliver the letter?" ”

"Your Majesty, the last general was sent, but there was no response!" Luo Shun said.

Su Ziyang frowned and thought deeply, and after a while, he looked at Luo Shun, "Next, you should ...... like this"

After Luo Shun heard it, he nodded again and again.

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To the west of the Chuanyun Mountain Range, there is a cottage called Hugang Village.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, it covers an area of dozens of square kilometers, and various attics are located in the cottage, where more than 100,000 people live.

On this day, the cottage did not have the usual crowds of people and smoke, and even the gate of the cottage was not guarded by guards.

Inside the cottage, there was a deathly silence.

Even the birds and insects were afraid, and at this moment they hibernated, without making the slightest sound.

"Hoo ......"

In the cottage, the fog drifts with the wind, making the whole cottage look dreamlike, like a fairyland, like a psychedelic mansion, like the underworld.

A burly man stood at the door of the cottage, his eyebrows furrowed and his face solemn.

He is none other than Su Ziyang.

"No one?"

"The 100,000 army is not there?"

Su Ziyang used his divine eyes to passively sweep towards the entire cottage.

In the cottage within 500 meters, there was not a single figure.

"What the hell is going on?"

Su Ziyang walked into the cottage.

Along the way, be on your guard and look around.

Suddenly.

Two figures appeared behind Su Ziyang.

"Stop, the cottage is heavy, how can you trespass and report your name!"

This sound startled Su Ziyang.

Turn around.

Two golden-armored guards were found holding spears, their eyes blank, and their mouths uttering mechanical words.

It was as if the soul had been drained away.

Seeing these two golden armor guards, Su Ziyang gasped.

Being able to avoid one's own divine eye passively and unable to observe is not idle.

Who the hell is it?

Su Ziyang muttered.

He took out the priestly medal in his hand and raised it in front of the two of them.

"When you see the emperor, don't you kneel down quickly!"

There was a loud shout, which shook the heads of the two of them.

The stiff body slowly knelt down.

"Meet the emperor, long live my emperor......"

"Flat!"

"Emperor Xie!"

"Take me to see Xuanyuan Wu." Su Ziyang said.

"Yes!"

The two golden-armored guards walked forward, and Su Ziyang followed closely behind them.

He held his hands behind his back, his expression was calm, but his eyes were scanning the surroundings, not daring to be careless.

Not long after, Jin Jiawei took Su Ziyang to a golden and splendid hall.

"Your Majesty, our general is waiting for you inside!"

After saying that, the two golden guards slowly disappeared like ghosts.

When I opened my eyes, I saw where there was still the figure of the Golden Guard.

Su Ziyang looked at the hall and walked forward cautiously.

"I'm here to see what tricks you're up to!"

Su Ziyang muttered to himself and walked into the main hall.

In the main hall, there are various luminous gemstones, which illuminate the entire hall.

It looks like it's brilliant and resplendent.

The main seat of the main hall is a dragon chair throne, which is very magnificent.

When people stand in front of it, they have a sense of bowing their heads.

On the throne, a man dressed in a dragon robe sits.

His eyes were closed and his breath was faint.

It was like dying.

"Hoo ......"

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, and two cold rays flashed away.

He stared at Su Ziyang, with a cold killing intent, rolling up.

"When you see me, don't you kneel down quickly!" The man yelled.

"I?"

Su Ziyang looked at the man, his voice was cold, "Xuanyuan Wu, it seems that you really want to rebel?" ”

"Buzz ......"

Su Ziyang shook the priest medal in his hand, and a strange power surged up to Xuanyuan Wu.

Xuanyuan Wu regained some sanity.

"Priestly medals? You...... Are you the Spirit Emperor? ”

"The High Priest is dead?"

"Haha...... great, kill you, I will be the real Spirit Emperor!"

After speaking, Xuanyuan Wu took a step forward and rushed straight to Su Ziyang.

That staggering appearance has no combat effectiveness at all.

When Xuanyuan Wu rushed in front of him.

Su Ziyang stretched out his finger and aimed it at his chest, and poked it.

There are no surprises.

"Bang ......"

Xuanyuan Wu fell to the ground, shattered.

He was about to struggle to get up, but he saw a big foot step down and stomp on his face.

"Dare to wear a dragon robe, you really want to rebel, since this is the case, I can't spare you!"

After speaking, Su Ziyang's right foot rubbed hard.

Blood foam flowed from the man's mouth, staining the dragon robe red.

The pain swelled up, Xuanyuan Wu looked frightened, and waved his hand again and again.

"Your Majesty, spare your life, the last general will know that he is wrong!" Xuanyuan Wu struggled and shouted.

"Humph......"

Su Ziyang withdrew his foot, looked at him coldly, and asked, "Say, what's going on?" ”

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to arouse Xuanyuan Wu's nightmare, he held his head and struggled frantically, "No, ......"

"Don't ...... Don't come here! ”

"Dead, all dead, all gone!"

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm useless!"

"Ah......h

At this moment, Xuanyuan Wu became a madman.

"Buzz ......"

Su Ziyang took the Sacrificial Spirit Medal and shook it in front of him.

"Hoo ......"

Wisps of red qi rose from Xuanyuan Wu's head and flowed into the Spirit Sacrifice Medal.

Xuanyuan Wu gradually regained his composure.

He looked at Su Ziyang and knelt down.

"Your Majesty, the last general should be damned, he has a rebellious heart, perhaps, this is retribution!"

"The last general will be cut by a thousand cuts, and it is difficult to escape the blame!"

"Your Majesty, it's not a pity that the last general will die, but the brothers are innocent, please save them!"

As he spoke, the man kept kowtowing to Su Ziyang.

Hearing these endless words, Su Ziyang didn't understand what was going on at all.

"Start at the beginning!" Su Ziyang said.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The man stood up and spoke.

Xuanyuan Wu was the general of the 150,000 Golden Guards.

Originally, there were only 100,000 gold armor guards, but after years of development, it has grown to 150,000.

Gradually, Xuanyuan Wu also rebelled.

But the god-like figure of the high priest was still alive, and he did not dare to rebel for a day.

I've been holding back until now.

Three days ago.

A red ray fell from the sky and landed right in the cottage.

At that moment, everyone was stunned and had no idea what was happening.

Because he couldn't find out the reason, Xuanyuan Wu didn't take it too seriously and continued to operate as usual.

However, since yesterday, the brothers have disappeared into thin air one by one.

Immediately afterwards, there were many strange things in Hugang Village, some brothers' bodies could be hidden in the light mist, and the body completely disappeared, and they could walk out of the light mist.

However, after he came, his mind was gone, as if his soul had been sucked away.

After a day and a night of investigation, Xuanyuan Wu didn't find any reason, but the cultivation on his body was constantly draining.

For the emperor's dream, he put on a dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair and waited quietly for death, and there was the previous scene.

"Your Majesty, I can sense that those brothers are not waiting yet, waiting for me to save them, but I can't protect myself."

"Your Majesty, please, save them!"

"Based on my lost cultivation, I feel that they are ......"

The words are not finished.

"Bang ......"

Xuanyuan Wu's head exploded, and his body fell down in a daze.

After a few convulsions, there was no movement.

"Young man, this is not the place for you!"

At this moment, a sound sounded.

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