Thousands of miles of demon territory, thousands of miles of snow river, bright moon, moon sacrifice.

A demon star glowing with a strange scarlet light fell from the sky and went west, streaking a brilliant color in front of the bright moon.

"The Taiping True Immortal has passed away. ”

The people who were participating in the annual Demon Country Moon Festival raised their heads one after another, looking at the dark, lofty and lonely sky.

"Alas, I think that thousands of years ago, when I fought in the capital, Taiping Zhenren can be regarded as a peerless talent that is rare to see in my demon kingdom for thousands of years, but I didn't expect it to end up like this. ”

"Isn't it, I think that in countless years, there are a few people who can smash half of the God Emperor's soul. ”

"But after all, he is to blame, if he hadn't tried to do something wrong, he would not have been imprisoned in the demon well on the Demon Green Mountain. ”

"In other words, almost all of the people who could achieve the great power of the Demon Kingdom back then came from the hands of Taiping Zhenren, who could knock such characters down to the Demon Well?"

"Who else can there be, of course, his brother and sister--the current Demon Green Mountain Ninth Peak Killing God Peak Peak Lord Shangyun Zhenren and Demon Green Mountain Eighth Peak Peak Lord Shang Qingqing. ”

"Didn't you say that the Qingqing Fairy had an interest in Taiping Zhenren?"

"It's a pity that he is too ruthless, he can do all such things and respond to the Qingqing Fairy's heart, so in the end, the Qingqing Fairy, Shangyun Zhenren and other powerful powers joined forces to knock him down the Demon Suppression Well, but they did not show mercy to his subordinates. ”

"However, the righteous actions of Qingqing Fairy and Shangyun Zhenren to destroy relatives are really happy. ”

"If it weren't for the first emperor to take him in, he Wang An would have been an ordinary citizen of my demon kingdom for the rest of his life...... Talking about something else, the original first demon emperor raised him as his own son, he was good, he tried in vain to subvert the imperial power of the demon kingdom, and lost the face of the first emperor, he was really an ungrateful white-eyed wolf. ”

"Shangyun Zhenren and Qingqing Fairy and other demon country powers are really too merciful, if I bother to knock him down to the Demon Well for a thousand years, it will directly make his soul scatter. ”

"After all, he fought a great war back then, and established the Demon Green Mountain, and he can be regarded as a figure of my Demon Kingdom for a generation, and Her Majesty the Empress can't be too cruel. ”

"Anyway, he Wang An was also the most proud protégé of His Majesty the First Emperor, how could he do such a thing?"

"This is called knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing hearts, so whether people are demons or gods, you have to rely on your conscience to be a man, otherwise what will happen?"

One of them said loudly: "Ten thousand years of stench!"

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After the death of the Taiping Zhenren, the content of the discussion in the demon kingdom is nothing more than that, and even if there is any objection, it will be suppressed by the public.

It's just that no one knows that in the deep palace of the royal family of the Demon Kingdom, there was a woman in a royal robe who saw things and thought about people, and shed tears on the old sword.

The wine on Yaotai Peak is wanton, intoxicating and intoxicating.

The rest of the eight peaks of the Demon Green Mountain sighed countless times.

Some people also wonder that Taiping Zhenren's cultivation is earth-shattering, I am afraid that it is a plan to steal beams and change pillars, and I actually used some means to escape from the demon well.

Therefore, many demon powers still tried to investigate, but they couldn't find any clues.

The first year was calm.

The following year, the wind was calm.

In the third year, the wind and waves were calm.

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Thirteen years have passed, and the world is no longer peaceful.

So far, more and more people in the demon kingdom believe that maybe Taiping Zhenren is not so great, he is really dead and his soul is destroyed.

Even if you are crowned through the ages, if you can't escape the reincarnation of heaven and the number of lives is constant, you will not be more than a white bone in the end.

Chapter 1: Snatching a Waste

"You think that you are the favored prince and princess in the palace, and you don't look at your brother and your identity, and you want to order us to help you pass on your imperial doctor, phew! What is the difference between the people in the cold palace, no matter what their status, and the homeless wild dogs on the street? Besides, who doesn't know that the thirteen princes of the Night Dynasty are inherently peerless and uncultivable waste, and it is not a waste to save a waste with the precious medicinal materials of my palace, hahaha. ”

"Please, my brother is really sick, if the doctor doesn't come, he will die, I beg you. ”

Listening to the arrogant and mean words outside the house, and the humble and choked voice of a female voice like a silver bell, Wang An was very dazed.

Finally out? Where am I?

The old, dusty roof catches your eye.

The memories of the body's owner poured into his consciousness like a flood bursting his banks, as if it were about to tear his head apart, but only briefly.

Ah Zhi arranged it perfectly, the protagonist of this seizure is also called Wang An, twelve years old this year, is one of the seven great dynasties in the world The thirteenth prince of the night dynasty, but unfortunately his mother had bad intentions back then, and he actually invited the demon to disturb the harem, and was beaten into the cold palace by today.

Even if the Son was merciful today, he did not give him death.

However, his mother was also a thin blessing and died of illness two years ago.

Now it is his sister Wang Jingyi, the ninth princess, who is dependent on each other.

What's even more tragic is that the original owner of this body is still a natural waste.

Receiving the memory of the original owner of the body, Wang Anxin thought: Fortunately, this sister is not called Wang Jue, otherwise she would have panicked, but if she was born with a dead pulse, it would take some time and resources to restore her original strength. And what he lacks most now is time and resources, but with those special means, as long as he doesn't encounter the high-level gods of the Kingdom of God, it will naturally not be a problem to protect himself in the human world.

With this in mind, he rolled over from the old, humble bed and walked straight out of the house.

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Outside the house, the ninth princess Wang Jingyi was kowtowing to a few crooked-looking minions in the palace, and kept repeating: "Please go and call the imperial doctor to save my brother, he is really very sick!"

However, those minions looked at the Ninth Princess with a sneering expression, and said, "If you are those princes and princesses in the East Palace, or your younger brother can still cultivate and step into the cultivation world, don't say that it is to pass on the Tai to heal the disease, even if you ask us to be cows and horses, you will not complain." ”

At this moment, the door of the back room was suddenly pushed open, and there was a "creaking" sound.

The minions and the Ninth Princess all looked back.

I saw Wang An standing in the skylight with his hands on his shoulders, his eyebrows raised slightly: "People in the cold palace and those who can't cultivate are born to die?"

At this time, Wang An not only made the ninth princess unfamiliar, but even those few minions also felt unfamiliar.

But they only came back to their senses after a moment's startle, and the corners of their lips continued to rise with the sarcastic and contemptuous smile they had just had.

"The people in the cold palace are as humble as wild dogs in the streets, and the lives of those who cannot be cultivated are as cheap as grass mustard, and it is not a pity to die!" one of the minions stood up and said loudly.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wang An's mouth: "Really?"

Since the First World War, from the Kingdom of God, the Human World, to the Demon Kingdom, no one dares to be rude to him in person.

Today, he took away this human body, and was humiliated by a few ant dog minions, even if this body was born with no human cultivation at all, but with his means, he could immediately ask these dog minions to die without a place to be buried.

However, just as he was about to make a move, a majestic, cold, and shrill voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears: "What are you all doing here?

After a while, a eunuch in a brocade robe appeared in front of everyone.

This person has a white face and beard, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although he is old, he has his own style and bones.

He is He Qing, the great eunuch of the Supervision Department who served the emperors of the two dynasties.

The minions who had just flown off were immediately like cats and mice, and they lowered their heads tremblingly, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

The ninth princess knelt on the ground and looked at He Qing, a little uncomfortable.

As if surprised why He Qing suddenly appeared here, she even forgot to stand up.

He Qing looked at the Nine Princesses kneeling on the ground, her face was like frost, and she scolded sharply: "Bold, which slave who doesn't know whether to live or die dares to let the Nine Princesses of the Night Dynasty kneel?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly bowed down and helped the ninth princess up personally.

The minions next to him were pale, and cold sweat not only wet their backs, but also covered their cheeks.

Just when they didn't know how to answer the great eunuch He Qing, the ninth princess spoke.

"Uncle He, from yesterday to this morning, Thirteen has been very sick, and I am very worried, so I begged them to go to the imperial doctor, and asked Uncle He not to blame them. ”

When He Qing heard this, he immediately turned his eyes, glared at the minions, and said: "Thanks to the ninth princess for interceding for you this time, if there is a next time, I will definitely ask you heads, get out!"

When the minions heard this, if they were amnestied, they immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Ninth Princess and He Qinglian: "Thank you Ninth Princess, thank you Grandpa He." ”

After speaking, they crawled on the ground and left.

The ninth princess bowed to He Qing and said, "Thank you, Uncle He." ”

Looking at the reddish eyes of the ninth princess, a trace of distress flashed in He Qing's eyes.

But the next moment, his expression returned to emotionless indifference, and his eyes turned again, looking at Wang An, who was standing at the door with his hands in his hands.

Compared with the thirteen princes who are weak and weak on weekdays, Wang An at this time has obviously changed too much, and even He Qing was stunned for a long time when he first looked at Wang An.

However, as the director of the Supervision Department, his temperament is naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

After a while, He Qing came back to his senses and said: "I came to the cold palace this time, mainly because Your Majesty wants to see His Highness the Thirteenth. ”

Wang An thought to himself when he heard this: Judging from the memory of the original owner of this body, since their sister and brother and mother were beaten into the cold palace, this father and emperor have never met with them, and they have not even sent someone to say a word.

However, the next moment, Wang An denied this idea, although He Qing was the secretary of the supervision department and served the emperors of the two dynasties closely, he naturally had the responsibility of protecting the emperor at the same time, and his cultivation was only one of the nine realms.

Thinking about it, in the palace of the dynasty this night, there is no great power in the world.

As a result, Wang An was no longer as vigilant as he was just now.

At this moment, He Qing smiled slightly and made a gesture of false invitation: "Your Highness Thirteen, please move." ”

Wang An nodded slightly, glanced at the ninth princess Wang Jingyi, and said with a smile: "Imperial sister, I'll come when I go." ”

Looking at her brother's smiling face like a spring breeze, the ninth princess did not feel warm, but felt strange.

Is Wang Thirteen really still the same Wang Thirteen?

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The rules in the palace are the most cumbersome, just like the original drunkenness.

In front of the imperial study, after He Qing entered the room to ask for a report, Wang An came to the front of Emperor Jing, the seventh generation of the Heavenly Son of the Dynasty of the Night.

The man in the dragon robe has rough eyebrows, which is completely different from Wang An's clear eyebrows, in addition to the domineering and extravagance of the emperor, there is also the martial courage of the military general.

But his cultivation is only similar to that of the great eunuch He Qing.

However, Wang An could clearly feel that there seemed to be a force stronger than a god in Emperor Jing's body, which made him a little confused.

However, since he is the thirteenth prince of the Night Dynasty, he naturally has to play this role well.

So Wang An knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Emperor Jing and said, "The son of the emperor will see his father." ”

Emperor Jing put down the fold and raised his head, looking at this abandoned son who had not been seen in the cold palace for many years, and said with a gentle fatherly smile between his eyebrows: "Thirteen, I have worked hard all these years. ”

Faced with the sudden kindness, Wang An had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, Emperor Jing's next sentence was: "The Protoss has descended, and the Night Dynasty will be destroyed." ”

Wang An was stunned, and thought: In the first battle of the capital of Yudu, the Divine Emperor Guangming was cut in half by me, I don't know how many years of retreat it will take to recover, and now it has not been hundreds of years, why do you suddenly embarrass a human dynasty?

Emperor Jing thought that the thirteen princes were young, and when they suddenly heard such bad news, they were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.

He said with a gentle expression: "A thousand years ago, the Left Protector of the Divine Realm, Rulai, suddenly rebelled from the Heavenly Realm and severely damaged the Divine Emperor, scattering seven volumes of Heavenly Books in the world, and one volume was in our Night Dynasty. ”

Wang An asked: "Then if you return that book of heaven, won't all problems be solved?"

Emperor Jing said: "The Protoss has always been greedy, not to mention that the Protoss is no longer the Protoss Emperor before the Battle of Xudu, even if he hands over the Book of Heaven, he may not be able to get forgiveness from the Protoss." ”

Wang An said: "That is, whether you hand over the Book of Heaven or not, you will be punished by the Night Dynasty for the crime of 'privately possessing the Book of Heaven'?"

Emperor Jing said: "Yes, so I want you to take Yi'er away when the Heavenly Army of God comes." ”

Wang An was stunned and said: "My father thinks too highly of his sons, and no one in the world knows the thirteen princes of the Night Dynasty, and he is a big waste that cannot be cultivated. ”

Emperor Jing laughed: "That's because I deceived the eyes of the people in the world, if I hadn't done this, there are not many people in the world who want the lives of your mother and daughter, but I'm so sorry for Da'er." ”

Chapter 2: The Heavenly Army Descends and Destroys the Country!

Wang An said, "Father, you mean that I can cultivate?"

Emperor Jing nodded: "Yes, in order to protect your lives, as soon as you were born, I asked the great god to set up a mysterious prohibition in your body, creating a false impression that everyone in the world mistakenly thought that you could not practice." ”

Wang Anxin thought: This emperor has a good heart.

However, in the next moment, Emperor Jing suddenly got up and came to him, raised his right hand, and then pressed down towards the top of his head, and finally hovered a foot away from his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Wang Angang wanted to resist, but he felt that something in his body quietly dissipated, and the eight veins of the Qi Meridian were abnormally smooth.

And a mysterious power from a certain place poured into his body like a spring.