Night.

The Purple Gold Dragon King took out a triangular piece of demonic metal and stared at it for a moment.

The two fingers show a dazzling brilliance, and the mysterious energy is condensed.

At the closed inner door of the dormitory, the curtain suddenly fluttered, and the vertical wood incense was suddenly blown away.

The Purple Gold Dragon King's black hair was automatic, and there was an evil smile on his lips.

The world only knows that the Son of Heaven in the Northern Kingdom is Tongxuan, but they don't know that this Son of Heaven of the Great Zhou is also!

Now, the Purple Gold Dragon King wants to pass on the message through the seal of this holy triangle.

As long as it's passed out.

Soon someone from the Congregation will be in touch.

This holy triangle is a tool that only a few forces will be distributed.

He just had to report it.

Then the Congregation will certainly investigate the matter thoroughly.

No matter what the result is, then Xia Ji will not feel good!

If the enemy is uncomfortable, he will be refreshed.

A fingertip is under the point.

After clicking on it, the outcome was already expected.

The Purple Gold Dragon King's smile became more and more intense.

But...

A faint voice sounded in the corner of the dormitory.

"I advise you not to go any further. ”

The Purple Gold Dragon King was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head sideways.

In the gloomy light cast by the moon window of the dormitory cave, a man wrapped in white and gold is sitting leisurely, his whole body posture giving people an extremely casual feeling, but at one with everything around him.

The Purple Gold Dragon King was in a cold sweat.

Because he doesn't know when this person entered the palace!

When did you come to his dormitory!!

The Purple Gold Dragon King would not be so naïve as to shout "Assassin".

He himself is a Tongxuan, and he didn't even notice it, which means that the strength of the person who came has far exceeded his imagination.

And that's not all.

The man sat on the golden silk wooden chair, clearly in his eyes, but as if it did not exist, revealing a mysterious and incomparably strange artistic conception.

The Purple Gold Dragon King had a chill down his spine and asked, "What are you doing here?"

It doesn't matter who the other person is, what matters is whether the person is friend or foe.

The man leaned forward, revealing his long hair and a delicate face, and he said gently, "You occupy the body of my descendant, but you still want to ask who I am?"

The body of a child or grandchild?

The Purple Gold Dragon King was stunned.

As one of the Ten Dragon Kings guarding the temple, he had never heard of anyone else in this royal family.

Thoughts fly.

But I still didn't think about it.

The man stood up slowly, as if holding an invisible sword in his left hand.

There was no step, and at that moment, he had already appeared on the side of the Purple Gold Dragon King.

Prestige oppression.

A breath of death struck.

The Purple Gold Dragon King looked on his back, suddenly guessed the person who came, and exclaimed: "White Emperor !!!!"

The word "emperor" was shouted, and the man had already turned around.

He held an invisible sword in his hand, and the sword had already cut the throat of this Great Zhou Emperor.

It was so fast that I didn't even have a thought.

The Purple Gold Dragon King had a puzzled look in his eyes, and before he shouted the word "white", he was ready to use his hole cards, but at that moment, he found that he couldn't move at all.

Moment.

He was stunned.

It turned out that when he saw the White Emperor sitting in the moonlight, he was already dead.

It's just that his death was so fast, so fast that he didn't even notice it, so fast that he could continue to speak, and thought he could use his hole cards.

The Purple Gold Dragon King is still not worried, he can split his soul!

As long as the soul is divided, the soul can still escape, and even the yin soul can travel thousands of miles in the night, looking for a person to fuse.

But the secret method can be used.

But it didn't work!!

At this moment, the Purple Gold Dragon King's eyes were completely filled with fear.

He used to be a powerhouse at the level of Zong Dongtian... But just two people killed him.

One is that little slut!

The other is the White Emperor in front of him!

"Big brother, big brother will avenge me..."The Purple Gold Dragon King's neck turned into blood.

His head slid and landed on the embroidered dragon's sheets, bloody, and his eyes were still staring, as if he didn't expect to die now.

He hasn't taken possession of that little slut yet.

He has not yet assisted the Son of Destiny to ascend to the throne.

He hadn't seen Xia Ji fall to his knees in despair.

He...

Disruption of consciousness.

There was darkness in front of me.

Caught in the dead.

Distance.

On the stone steps, the White Emperor walked through this familiar palace, and there was still some nostalgia in his eyes.

Nostalgia is nostalgia, but he will not make any changes.

Just looked up and saw the bright moon.

The moon was like the winter day a hundred years ago, and it was generally cold, except that the respectable man was missing from his side.

The White Emperor seemed to recall his rise and lowered his head with a gentle smile.

"Teacher, I borrowed your dragon qi to continue the Great Zhou, and now I have paid you back in advance.

Although reluctant, it is not a success or failure, and the Wanzai Dynasty is also like a dream.

There is no feast in the world...

It's time for the Great Zhou to perish.

ZTE is in my hands, and it is also destroyed in my hands, so it can still leave a not ridiculous mark in history...

It's just a disciple, I still look forward to one day, I can still serve by your side, tour the world, and ask together. ”

The White Emperor raised his head, and in his eyes, his thoughts went away.

It seems to go back to a hundred years ago, when a delicate boy knelt in front of the hut at the mountain gate, in the heavy snow, kneeling for three days and three nights.

And that firm childish voice:

"The student is too white, and he wants to ask Mr. to accept me as an apprentice, and Taibai should serve Mr. for the rest of his life. ”

The eunuch on patrol in the distance bowed his head and passed by with a lantern.

The pace is gradual.

And the delicate man with platinum has disappeared.

...

...

The Northern Palace.

The news of the victory was like a shot in the arm, exhilarating and immersing oneself in this miraculous victory.

And the mysterious silhouette army, the gargoyle, is like a protector hidden in the shadows.

The prestige of the Son of Heaven Xia is as high as the sky.

This mysterious man has never been defeated since he was born.

Even in the face of a behemoth like Da Zhou, it is still strong.

The Thunder Army, the Puppet Army...

These two armies can choose one at will, and they can run rampant in the north, and no one dares to match it.

But in the hands of the Son of Heaven in the North, they haven't even stepped into the border!!

Now.

The Son of Heaven, who has been mythical in the mouths of the people and mortals, is sitting on the Spirit Douyun and sitting outside the sky.

There are no four seasons of rain and snow, except for the thin air, the weather here is always peaceful.

And under his feet, there is a vast sea of clouds.

Obviously, the snow is drifting under the clouds, and the snow is majestic and blurry.

However, it is still sunny and dreamy.

Maybe just like this state of mind, when you stand tall, your heart is naturally like stopping water.

Xia Ji took out all kinds of poisons and deadly things from the Spirit Douyun and began to take them.

How much True Qi could the poison of an entire Giant Ink Palace provide him?

+1, +1, +1.....

An increase without waves.

Drifting red.

Xia Ji felt that the true qi in his body gradually increased to the critical level.

These true qi are temporarily stored in the evidence of the hegemon.

A few days passed.

He exchanged all the things in the Giant Ink Palace, except for the Thunder Penalty High Platform, the Sealed Yuan Pile, and all kinds of puppets.

The same poison or treasure disappears.

The amount of true qi rose by more than 30,000, and just when the total amount of true qi reached 450,000, Xia Ji suddenly stopped.

He perceived:

The crux has arrived!!

Now:

The true qi in the body is 240,960 units.

The True Qi of the Overlord's Evidence is 209,040 units.

Forcibly suppressing the idea of a breakthrough.

Xia Ji took out a stack of letters, spread them all over the sky, and began to write quickly with more than a dozen pens wrapped around his hair.

The cursive writing over there is finished.

Stamped with the seal of the Son of Heaven.

The mind moves.

More than a dozen letters were wrapped in Xuan Qi and flew towards the clouds.

Even in heavy snowfall, there is still no snow sticking.

And above the clouds, Xia Ji could no longer suppress the breakthrough.

450,000 True Qi pushed him towards the fourth limit of the human race, or the fourth layer of blood awakening!!

For the first layer, only 1000 is required.

For the second tier, 6000 is required.

The third layer is 30,000.

This time, it turned out to be 450,000!!

So, what a terrifying change it will bring?!