It has been a month since the battle of Huacheng, and Huacheng has been razed to the ground, but it seems to have been reborn from the ashes, outlining a larger, more majestic, and more sacred city of gods on the ruins.

A month had passed, and the Manchu Emperor had just received news of the Battle of Huacheng.

The news was reported by blood droplets, and if it was a minister at the bottom, it was estimated that the emperor would still be in the dark in another month.

"Damn!"

The old Emperor Qing slapped on the table, his pale cheeks flushed instantly, and then he bent over and coughed violently, and the old eunuch who was waiting next to him hurriedly patted him on the back to smooth his breath.

For a long time, Emperor Qing leaned weakly on the back of his chair, staring blankly at the roof.

"I'm running out of time......"

"I really want to live another 500 years!"

The old eunuch lowered his eyebrows and pleased, "Your Majesty, no matter where you go, the old slave will follow you." ”

Emperor Qing's gray beard trembled under his chin, "What you think is beautiful." ”

waved his hand to retreat the old eunuch, and the blood drops immediately stepped forward to support the Qing Emperor.

"Let's go, take me to see the ancestor."

Entering the underground imperial tomb through the secret passage, the swaying light of the corpse oil burning stretched the shadows of the two of them thin and long.

The staircase was like the dividing line of another world, and the shadow was reluctant to give up on the world, lingering and refusing to enter.

But the Qing Emperor still walked down step by step, because this is his home, and he will have to sleep here sooner or later.

"Ancestor!"

The Qing Emperor respectfully knelt on the ground and bowed to the golden coffin directly in front of him.

The golden coffin did not move, but the edges of the seal were filled with thick blood light, and blood flowed outward.

"Your longevity is about to end, you can arrange the future."

Emperor Qing kowtowed, "May I ask the ancestor, which prince should it be passed on?" ”

Lao Zu didn't answer immediately, but said with emotion: "In the past, the princes were all mediocre in qualifications, with mediocre luck, and they were barely lame generals. Several of your princes are all geniuses, and it is difficult to choose. ”

After a pause, the ancestor said: "Just let them fight, there is no need for any restrictions, the winner is the emperor." ”

The Qing Emperor kowtowed again, and then reported what happened in Huacheng. The leader of the blood drops was killed in battle, and the other blood drops had a low status and were not qualified to meet the ancestors, so they could only be conveyed by the Qing emperor.

The golden coffin calmed down for a long time.

"We are here to steal the dragon vein luck, the power to seize heaven and earth, and the creation of yin and yang, it has taken hundreds of years to get to this point, and there are zombies in the outside world who are born strong."

Several other coffins also trembled, and one voice after another came from the coffin.

Hearing these familiar or unfamiliar voices, Emperor Qing was like an ostrich, pressing his head to the ground fiercely, not daring to raise it.

Eight hundred years ago, the Jurchens once established the Jin Kingdom, and the reason why it was called "Jin" was because the Wanyan clan at that time had obtained a powerful cultivation method that could cultivate their bodies into Jin people.

The Maoshan Sect Corpse Raising Technique is the fusion of starlight and moonlight with the power of incense to achieve the balance of yin and yang, and cultivate step by step into a golden armor corpse.

The Wanyan clan is fused with the blood of a living person to achieve luck, which is more powerful and domineering than the secret technique of the Maoshan faction, and can not only cultivate into a golden armor corpse, but also break through this limit.

It's just that the power of incense is easy to obtain, but luck can't be sought, and those who have this power are all the emperors among people.

Although the Wanyan clan had cultivated into a golden armor corpse, they were unable to break through this shackle because they had met a person with more bloodthirsty luck than them.

Eight hundred years later, a king appeared again in the Jurchens, and by chance obtained this method of "golden man" cultivation.

This method of cultivation progresses rapidly, and it is only necessary to keep killing and watering it with the blood of living people.

However, the drawbacks of this exercise are also very serious, once you meet other people with luck, the power of luck will dissipate, and your cultivation will be lost in an instant.

So, he found another way, fused secret methods such as Maoshan corpse raising technique, and changed the cultivation method of the golden man to blood and dragon vein luck.

Blood is easy to obtain, there are many people in the world, they are inexhaustible, they are endless, and they can be sacrificed 100,000 with blood if they are casually fabricated with a name such as the Ming History Case, the Jiangnan Case, and the Literary Prison.

The dragon vein luck is even more at your fingertips, just be crowned emperor, it is the incarnation of the real dragon, and the world's luck is in one.

The golden coffins in the imperial tombs are buried by the emperors of the Manchu Dynasty, and the other silver coffins are buried by the royal family.

These people have all gathered the power of blood and dragon vein luck, quietly cultivating, fusing yin and yang, and reshaping.

It is precisely because of this that the luck of the Manchu Qing Dynasty continued to decline, and when the country was founded, it was still possible to make a prosperous era (self-styled) to brag, and then it was even embarrassed to brag.

Later, he was taught by the foreigners to be like a second grandson, and the Orientals were able to muster the courage to slay the dragon.

Why?

The Manchu dragon's luck declined so much that even the Orientals noticed it, and they just had the mentality of trying it out, and the result was successful.

Of course, these are all later words, the Qing Emperor is bent on his own cultivation, and he only hates that the dragon veins he grabbed are not lucky enough, where will he care about the life and death of the people in the world.

Besides, the land of Longxing outside the customs is their hometown, and as for the Shanhaiguan area, it is easy to get, and they do not hesitate to abandon it, and they are not distressed.

While the old fellows were deliberating, a silver coffin next to them slowly opened, and a majestic figure dressed in a prince's costume stood upright.

Glancing at the location of the silver coffin, Emperor Qing suddenly understood the identity of the other party - the first prince.

It's just a prince, but he is an emperor, and it is a bit inappropriate to kneel in front of the prince.

He wanted to stand up and put on a score, but the other party snorted, and Emperor Qing's head shook instantly, and his seven orifices bled and he knelt down steadily.

"In this imperial mausoleum, except for the father, who can make this king bow down?"

As he spoke, he glanced at a few golden coffins out of the corner of his eye, but strangely, all of them were silent.

Those who are qualified to speak do not want to speak, and those who want to speak are not qualified to speak.

As a result, the blood light in the cracks of the golden coffin slowly dimmed.

The first prince stretched his stiff body, his shriveled cheeks were like inflated balls, slowly bulging, the folded and wrinkled skin was also stretched, and the original blister white turned into the appearance of a living person little by little.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Qing knew that he had suffered in vain.

Although the other party was only a prince, he reversed yin and yang one step ahead of several emperors, won the creation of heaven and earth, and broke through the golden armor corpse.

If he had been enthroned as emperor, how strong would he be......

The first prince did not look at Emperor Qing again, but walked out leisurely.

He couldn't wait to take a look at the country outside—the country he had beaten down.

Unlike the Qing Emperor, who was easy to get and discarded, the first prince could clearly tell the origin of each piece of land inside and outside the Guan, as well as the process of conquest.

He is the only one in this land who is qualified to say that sentence - here I am! I see! I conquer!