"The East China Sea Empire will have a disaster within three years. ”

Above the golden dragon throne, a man with a surplus of one body whispered to himself.

"Hehe... Secularly sects, how can He De influence the trend of the world?"

"Our East China Sea Empire has been founded for thousands of years, and it has relied on strong soldiers to gain a foothold in the world. ”

Once upon a time, it was the turn of the people in the countryside to speak so presumptuously. ”

Under the dragon throne, a mighty general made sarcastic remarks.

After speaking, the cold mangs came out of the sheath, and the aura was scattered.

The mighty general's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he clenched his fists and said to the man on the golden dragon seat: "Your Majesty!"

"I'm going to the so-called Immortal Gate and kill all those Diao people!"

"Hmph! Talking about the general trend of the world, I think there are a few heads that can be cut off!"

Long Lietian!

It's this mighty general!

He is the youngest rising star of the East China Sea Empire's military department.

And the rich man on the golden dragon throne is Ding Yichen, the emperor of the East China Sea Empire!

Ding Yichen's face was calm, he couldn't see any expression, and then closed his eyes slightly.

Long Lietian has followed Ding Yichen for decades, and he has a deep trust in Ding Yichen.

For Ding Yichen's temperament, Long Lietian has long been familiar with it.

After getting Ding Yichen's acquiescence, Long Lietian slowly withdrew from the main hall.

After Long Lietian left, the main hall returned to its previous calm.

Long...

Ding Yichen slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes became extremely sharp.

His eyes were flowing and his aura was flickering.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of Ding Yichen.

This place in the picture is the Gate of Eternal Life!

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the fog is flowing.

The picture changes rapidly, and finally freezes in a thatched hut on the top of the mountain.

A teenager in the room sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Sensing something unusual, the boy opened his eyes.

"Ho!"

It was a pair of fiery red eyes!

The boy looked up into the void.

There was a lot of anger in those eyes!

Because Ding Yichen is his father!

And he!

It is Ding Yichen's seventh son - Ding Yichen.

He is also recognized by the empire as a prince of waste!

Born with a wasted vein, unable to cultivate the spirit.

Five years ago, the Seven Princes of Waste had enough of the insults and finally chose to end his life of waste by jumping off a cliff.

Time has passed in a flash, and in the past five years, the seventh prince of the East China Sea Empire seems to have been forgotten, and few people mention it again.

Two years ago!

On the Xuandou Continent, a sect has risen strongly.

It's called Changshengmen!

The Immortal Gate is a sect that stands in the red dust, but it never asks about the grievances and hatreds between the red dust.

A few months ago, a piece of news spread throughout the East China Sea Empire.

And this news came from the Immortal Gate!

The master of the Immortal Gate Pavilion said: "The East China Sea Empire, there will be disasters in three years!"

The boy in the thatched house was Ding Yichen's son Ding Yichen.

He is also the master of the Immortal Gate.

But Ding Yichen at this time is no longer the Ding Yichen of five years ago.

Five years ago, the Waste Seven Princes had indeed fallen to their deaths.

At this time, Ding Yichen should be another soul to be exact.

Ding Yichen traveled from the earth in the 22nd century.

Naturally, he also inherited the memories of the Seven Princes of Waste.

For this cold-blooded father, Ding Yichen was extremely disgusted.

But I watched too many court dramas in my previous life.

Ding Yichen also knew that he was born in the emperor's family, so he naturally had the troubles of the emperor's family.

So although Ding Yichen hated Ding Yichen, he was not hostile to Ding Yichen!

After coming to this world for five years, Ding Yichen also realized that this is a world where the strong are respected.

There are no so-called laws, rules in this world!

Because the strong are the so-called rules of for.

Ding Yichen hibernated for three years, and finally awakened the so-called "imperial bloodline" one night three years ago.

With the help of the "Imperial Bloodline", Ding Yichen broke the waste body veins that could not be cultivated.

In just two years.

Relying on the "imperial bloodline" Ding Yichen's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds.

The Immortal Sect has been established for two years, and it is extremely mysterious.

No one knew that the owner of this Immortal Gate was the former Waste Seven Princes.

No one knows the true strength of this Immortal Sect, some people say that it is comparable to the Spirit Emperor, some people say that they have already stepped into the immortal realm to cultivate the Qi cultivation, and some people say that they have already reached the Golden Pill.

Ding Yichen looked up at the void.

The red pupils erupted with an incomparably brilliant glow.

Ding Yichen's lips moved slightly, his face was calm, and he said to the void: "Ding Yichen!"

"It's not in vain that you gave birth to me. ”

"I'll help you resolve the disaster in the East China Sea Empire within three years!"

"At that time, the relationship between you and my father and son will be cut in two. ”

"In the future, you will be your emperor, and I will be my immortal gate, and we have nothing to do with each other!"

Inside the Taiji Hall of the East China Sea Imperial Palace.

Ding Yichen had a shocked look on his face!

"It's... Such a terrifying cultivation..."

"This is Ding Yichen, who jumped off a cliff a few years ago and disappeared?"

"Your own seventh son?"

Although Ding Yichen was shocked by Ding Yichen's changes over the years, the pride that belonged to the emperor in his bones made him very unhappy.

His own son is talking to himself in such a tone at this moment?

Not to mention that he used to be his own waste son, even the crown prince who is now his favorite does not dare to use such a tone in front of him.

Ding Yichen said angrily at the void: "Bastard! My East China Sea Empire has been founded for thousands of years, how can you say that there will be disasters if there are disasters!"

After speaking, Ding Yichen grabbed the void with both hands!

Ding Yichen decided to take action personally and teach this fatherless unfilial son a lesson.

Over the Gate of Eternal Life!

A huge palm shadow covered the sky and the sun, like a world-destroying palm, reaching straight down.

Ding Yichen in the grass hut snorted faintly.

The bland color in those eyes made Ding Yichen, who was thousands of miles away, feel weak in his heart.

"Why is he so calm?"

Dante Yichen has enough confidence in his cultivation.

This palm is a master at the peak of the ninth order of the Spirit Emperor, and he has to face it seriously.

Why is this waste son so calm?

No matter what, I have to teach that unfilial son a lesson today!

The calmer Ding Yichen was, the more angry Ding Yichen was in his heart at the moment.

Once upon a time, he dared to speak to himself in such a tone?

The palm above the void, Ding Yichen didn't put it in his eyes at all.

In addition to calmness, there was also a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Sure enough, it didn't seem like Ding Yichen.

The menacing palm shadow above the void, after breaking through the clouds, a powerful voice shook the nine heavens!

"Hmph... Look for death!"

is just three words, but it is mixed with endless domineering.

That voice was like thunder from nine heavens away, resounding in the sky above the Immortal Gate.

The ripples of the sound formed a dragon and tiger momentum and rushed towards the palm shadow in mid-air.

"Boom..."

The two forces collided, and the sky burst open, and there was a whole thunderous explosion.

Several black crack-like filaments spread in mid-air.

It's like cracked ground.

The entire sky cracked open under the collision of two forces.

Ding Yichen, who was thousands of miles away, spurted out a mouthful of rich blood, and his eyes revealed a thick jealousy.

The palm of his own void exploration was unexpectedly dispersed by a sound.

And the sound also extended the void of thousands of miles, shaking the five organs in his chest.

"Rebel!"

Ding Yichen, the lord of the East China Sea, was furious, and his former waste son Xiuwei seemed to be above him.

But the dignity of those in power cannot be desecrated.

Repair for ......

This world is not a world that can control one's own destiny by cultivation, this world is only under the control of the male lord.

"I, today I will let you, a rebel, see what the Ninety-Five Honor is!"

Ding Yichen, the peerless male lord whose viscera trembled, stood suddenly.

A pair of majestic eyes shot out two imperial crape myrtle qi, pulling out 90,000 miles of Dragon Mountain, and thousands of clouds flowing.

The purple microstar in the sky then shines steeply, and the brilliance covers the stars and moon, dazzling like the sun.

The beams of blooming purple stars grew stronger and stronger, almost half of the night as if it were day.

"Apocalypse crape myrtle, for the respect of the Ninth Five!"

Zi Weixing trembled for a moment, and then shot out a shocking sword that split the sky and the earth, shaking the earth and splitting the sky.

Just like the most brilliant meteor under the night sky, drawing an astonishing parabola, slashing across the gate of eternal life.

"Ziwei Emperor, but that's it!"

Ding Yichen was indifferent, his robe moved without wind, and he was detached from the dust, pointing at the sword that fell straight from the sky.

Suddenly, time seemed to straighten and flow.

That finger seemed to turn into a pillar of optimus in an instant, rising to the sky.

"For the sake of honoring the Ninth Five-Year Plan, it is really ridiculous to melt the life of the Apocalypse of Ziwei. ”

As soon as the word ridiculous came out, the brilliant sword shattered on the spot, and the crape myrtle star, which was in full bloom like day, also dimmed a lot.

The mountain wind was howling, blowing towards Ding Yichen's back, a little more lonely and calm.

"Ding Yichen, are you convinced?"

The sound of the ancient well without waves, confused yin and yang, like ten thousand thunders roaring in unison, rushed to Ding Yichen in the Taiji Hall.

Each word seemed to contain infinite power, and Ding Yichen's face was like earth, allowing the voice to pour away.

The crape myrtle sword shattered in an instant, shattering the foundation of the male lord.

Ding Yichen rarely showed a panicked look in his life, especially the voice that was like thunder.

I thought that the rebel was going to shatter his cultivation with a sound wave, but unexpectedly, the sound wave was turbulent, but there was no trace of the body.

"Damn it!"

Emperor Ding's face was pale, and the rebel insulted me too much!

If Yin Lang directly blasted him into serious injury, maybe Ding Yichen would not be so angry.

But the sound wave was clearly mocking, although it was a simple six words, it was more like a mockery, abusing the vulnerability of his peerless hero.

"Rebel, rebel!"

Ding Yichen clenched his fists, but there was a deep tremor on the edge of anger, panic, helplessness, and chills......

He originally wanted to use the star of Ziwei Supreme to let this rebel son know what a monarch and a minister are, and what a father and son are!

A king will always be a king, and a minister will always be a minister!

Even if you are a prince, in front of the monarch, you must bow down.

The result?

The power of Ziwei Xingdou was borrowed, but unexpectedly, the rebel pointed at random, and the Ziwei Star, which represented the number of ninety-five, was also dimmed.

"Ding Yichen, are you convinced?"

The same six words, the timbre is light, but there is an undoubted terrifying power.

Ding Yichen stepped back a few steps, opened his mouth and spewed out a bloody arrow.

"Rebel son, do you want to kill your father?"

The anger of the emperor, with the intention of unwillingness, instantly resounded through Langya Mountain.

Ding Yichen smiled faintly, quite a sense of light and light, as if he disdained to respond, and stood with his hands in his hands, and his posture of dust was even more intense.

He looked up and saw that the sound effect had condensed into Ding Yichen's appearance.

"If I kill my father, you ...... Where is the fate?"

Ding Yichen was not interested, looking at Ding Yichen who was alternating between virtual and real under the starry sky, and a hint of indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A smile full of sarcasm, as if the oppression of the past.

Ding Yichen looked at it coldly, and seemed to tell Ding Yichen, if I really want to kill my father, you would have already been mixed under Jiuquan.

Even if you are a peerless overlord, a true dragon son with a heavenly apocalypse destiny, in my eyes, you have nothing to do with ordinary people.

Ding Yichen's figure trembled suddenly.

What did you see?

How could that former waste boy be so powerful?

Is he really a piece of rubbish?

Or have you ever been forbearing?

That indifferent gaze seemed to be three points deeper than the abyssal hell.

Lonely posture, indifferent to the lord of the dragon mountain under the sky!

Suddenly, Ding Yichen realized that this young son, who was only related to him by blood but had no family affection, seemed to have entered the realm of nine abysses and nine depths, that legendary realm!

It is rumored that that realm ignores the rules of heaven and earth and ignores the chaotic sky.

Hongchen's position of power is worthless!

It is his Ninety-Five Dragon Venerable, in the eyes of that realm, he is tantamount to an ant.

Ding Yichen trembled again, and suddenly his vision was blurred, and the overlord posture standing on the top of the mountain disappeared in an instant.

Just because Ding Yichen slowly spit out the word 'retreat', the illusion of his imperial qi blessing instantly collapsed.

Looking at the vanishing phantom, Ding Yichen shook his head slightly.

He turned around and looked back at the hundred miles of mountains in Langya: "Once the three-year difficulty of the East China Sea Empire is understood, it will be able to completely break the red dust. ”

"Ding Yichen, you can rest in peace. ”

His soul came through and possessed the dead Ding Yichen.

The deceased is gone, but the strength of the obsession is enough to move the heavens and the earth, and even the soul has affected Ding Yichen.

An overwhelmed teenager jumped off the cliff of the abyss, how can he let go of this world?

There are cracks in everything, and the world is not worth it!

This is the resentment of a deceased teenager.

Family and father and son, siblings and blood, just because Ding Yichen couldn't cultivate, he treated him as waste scum and humiliated him in every way.

Cool human nature, even if the person is gone, the resentment still exists in the body.

There is a direct connection between Ding Yichen and the Seven Princes of the East China Sea.

The grievances of the deceased are like a shackle imprisoning Ding Yichen, and the way to break the fate of the dust is to let the seven princes of the East China Sea feel relieved.

Didn't you treat me like a waste?

Well, when the East China Sea Society collapses, let's wait and see who turns the tide, and whose backbone does this iron bucket dragon mountain rely on to support it, so that it can stand!

Ding Yichen shook his head again, to a certain extent, the Seven Princes of the East China Sea are like him, and his obsession is also subtly guiding him.

The memories of two people overlap in one person's mind and slowly merge.

If he wanted to cut off the bonds, Ding Yichen could only complete the paranoid madness of the immortal death of the Seven Princes of the East China Sea.

The hut swayed gently in the mountain wind, and it seemed that a little stronger wind could blow it down.

But the thatched hut is like a flat boat on the sea, which seems to be crumbling, but it can always gallop safely between the wind and waves and tsunamis, and it just doesn't fall.

It seems that obsession is not only in people, but also in some ignorant and unconscious dead things. ”

Ding Yichen smiled faintly, today's news is spread thousands of miles, just to break with the obsession of the deceased Seven Princes of the East China Sea.

In fact, although the bond of red dust affects the ethereal and clear state of mind, on the other hand, it can also sublimate the tempering of the mind.

Otherwise, some powerful sects will not always have descendants to walk the world.

Going through all kinds of life and feeling the impermanence of the world is the only way to cast the heart, and it is not a lie.

But if the East China Sea Empire has a slightly better attitude towards Ding Yichen, Ding Yichen, who has come from his soul, can also find a sense of belonging in this foreign land.

It's a pity that this is just an infatuation, if it can be better, how can the Seven Princes of the East China Sea commit suicide?

Five years have passed in a flash, and later, Ding Yichen himself can't say how complicated his feelings for the East China Sea are.

Whether it was influenced by the memories of the Seven Princes of the East China Sea, or whether he wanted to make up for the regret of crossing over, it was impossible to say.

A strange country, a miserable life.

This made Ding Yichen a little gloomy, but he could tell that the initiator of all the encounters in his predecessor was not the East China Sea Empire, but the male lord Ding Yichen who stood at the peak of the empire.

If Ding Yichen is the only one to respond to the disaster in the East China Sea within three years, Ding Yichen may be able to stand by and watch.

But what reason do the people of the East China Sea Empire have to bear the disaster of family destruction because of Ding Yichen's fault alone?

"Ding Yichen!"

"Within this month!"

"I, Ding Yichen, go to the imperial capital of Los Angeles!"

It was another wave of spring breeze and rain, passing through the sea of clouds and echoing the Taiji Hall of the Imperial City.

Ding Yichen was already injured, and when the sound effect hit, the calm voice suddenly roared like thunder.

"Wow!"

Emperor Ding Yichen, who was dignified and respected in the Ninety-Five, spurted blood from his mouth on the spot, and his arm holding the dragon chair spasmed slightly.

"Rebel ......"

Ding Yichen's five organs were cracked, and two-thirds of the qi of the ninety-five emperors was lost.

He couldn't believe that on this continent, what kind of power could make the emperor blessed by luck defeat and make the apocalypse star Ziwei overshadowed.

Ding Yichen, who was enraged, shattered the dragon chair, and with a wave of his rough hand, the dragon emperor's qi flowed wildly, and the Taiji Hall suddenly fell into ruins.

But he is a generation of heroes, and there is always a time when his anger calms down.

As a superior emperor, Emperor Ding Yichen was already moody, if it weren't for the extremely strong impact that Ding Yichen gave him, he would not have been so out of shape.

"This rebel threatens to come to Los Angeles in person!"

"He also said that there will be a catastrophe in the East China Sea within three years!"

"Could it be...... Is it true that my qi is already in full swing and declining without knowing it?"

"The words of the Longhu Warlock are not credible. ”

"But if it is the word of the rebellious son...... I, do you have to be fully prepared?"

The three-year catastrophe in the East China Sea is about to start, and rumors start in Langya.

Ding Yichen wanted to go to Langya alone, just to see what was going on, but unexpectedly there was friction with his seventh son who jumped off a cliff and died, and let him take the initiative to return.

The calm that comes after the rage is always associated with the underlying details.

With Ding Yichen's cultivation today, if he covets the Ninety-Five Throne, this position, Ding Yichen asked himself if he could protect himself.

What's more, when it comes to that realm, where does Hongchen's position of power still have any meaning.

"Good!"

"Rebel!"

"I'll wait for you to come to the door. ”