People are always forgetful.

Just like two hundred years ago, in just a few years of riots, they forgot the former royal family, just like the cold winter in March now, they almost forgot the taste of spring, so that when they embraced spring again, they would have such a long-lost illusion, and they would love the Fang Ziyu who brought them this spring so much.

And this love and support, intentionally or unintentionally, instigated by people with intentions, quickly surged to a point that others could not imagine.

So much so that after the news of Fang Ziyu's accession to the throne as emperor spread, no one realized how ridiculous it was to be emperor in the future, and of course, no one would think about Fang Ziyu usurping the country of Chen in a sense.

But in short, this matter was settled like this, and the great unified dynasty came so quickly that it caught people off guard.

The country name is Ning, and the emperor's name is Chengtian.

Although there are inevitably some people who stick to the old system in various places, in front of the 100,000 elite iron horsemen in the hands of the Chengtian Empress, these scattered remnants can't make any big waves, after all, the whole world is now fed by the food in the hands of the Chengtian Empress, and some people want to go against the general trend, but most people still want to live well.

Therefore, the enthronement of the Empress Chengtian can be regarded as a matter of expectation. And on the day of his accession to the throne, the world's dragon energy became more and more turbulent towards Changle Palace, and under the observation of hundreds of civil and military officials and tens of thousands of people, Fang Ziyu ascended to the fairyland, which further strengthened the idea that the people of the world believed that Fang Ziyu was the person who was destined to return.

People in the world are always forgetful, just like all the things they have forgotten before, the people who are immersed in the dream that the Empress Chengtian will lead everyone to the prosperous era naturally do not think about why the 100,000 army will skillfully avoid the natural disaster that almost overturned the entire human civilization when they arrive in the Antler Plain, of course, they also inadvertently forget that there is still a peerless immortal living on the Yaqi Mountain in the Antler Plain.

And many times, what is often forgotten is often the most important thing.

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Yaqi Mountain has long lost its former appearance, his thousand-foot high waist seems to have been stained by splashed ink, the whole body is pitch black, and the flourishing trees that used to be everywhere on the mountainside have long since died in patches at this moment.

And on the top of the mountain, in the depths of the Taiyin Palace, it was even darker, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see the scene clearly, only to feel that the thing was like a ghost, eerie and terrifying.

But in the depths of the palace gate, a young man whose limbs were trapped by huge chains, his body was trembling wildly, and the light in his eyes was sometimes clear and sometimes extremely black. It seems that at this moment, there are two wills in his body that are constantly fighting, fighting for the ownership of this body.

In front of him, several figures were looking at him with an indifferent gaze.

Of course, this has to be except for the white-haired Chen Xuanji, he frowned, looked at Xu Han who looked painful, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it because of some concerns. But as time passed, the expression on Xu Han's face became more and more hideous, and the purifying aura around him became more and more chaotic and violent.

Chen Xuanji seemed to be unable to suppress the doubts and worries in his heart any longer, he looked at Munch, who looked calm and ghostly on his side, and asked in a low voice, "This is different from what you said." ”

Although his voice was extremely low, it was obviously impossible to hide it from the ears of everyone present, so the moment he said this, everyone present also turned their eyes to Chen Xuanji at the same time.

"Why is it different?" Meng Ke turned his head to look at Chen Xuanji, both in tone and in his eyes, he was so calm, as if the person standing in front of Chen Xuanji was not a living person, but just a puppet with an empty skin bag.

The pupils in the depths of Chen Xuanji's eyes dilated a little, but not only because of Munch's fluttering response, but also because he suddenly felt that his body froze at that moment. Some force he couldn't see bound his body, making him immobilized.

Then he felt something, just swirling down his ankles and surging up his body. He looked down, but the sight of the scene made the face of the man, who was already an immortal, change greatly. The pitch-black ground beneath his feet began to rise like ripples like the surface of a lake, and those ripples swayed layer after layer, at first they were as subtle as ripples, but soon the fluctuations became violent, and the black ground turned into a black viscous liquid that kept churning.

The thing that crept up his ankle was one of the black liquids, like a snake, or a strange tentacle that could only appear in the absurd stories of storytellers. It was a tentacle that imprisoned him, and at the same time, it quickly surged down his body and came to the top of his head. The head of the thing stopped breathing as it crossed his shoulder, like a poisonous snake watching his prey, and a thick sweat rose on Chen Xuanji's forehead, and a shiver from the soul spread throughout his body.

Then the body of the poisonous snake shook violently, and it rushed into Chen Xuanji's mouth at an astonishing speed.

Chen Xuanji's mouth let out a painful wail, but the sound quickly stopped.

It's not a particularly long process, it's just that it's too weird or too penetrating, and it's an extremely difficult process for the person in question or for the bystander.

And when all this returned to calm, and the black thing finally completely integrated into Chen Xuanji's body, the white-haired emperor's entire body collapsed to the ground. He gasped for breath and slowly struggled to his feet, and when he opened them again, his eyes had turned into something as cold and dead as Munch.

"Alas. At this time, Shen Wushuang on the side sighed, and said to himself with some chagrin: "I was bent on welcoming the arrival of my lord, but I forgot that there was another person who fished in troubled waters. ”

Chen Xuanji, who seemed to have the heart to resist, did not show half of his anger after hearing this, he lowered his head extremely respectfully, and slowly retreated to the side.

And Yuan Xiucheng, who was standing on the side, caught a glimpse of this situation, but he only glanced at Chen Xuanji lightly, and then stepped forward and looked up at Xu Han, who was constantly eroded by the black aura, and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "He's coming soon." ”

"Huh?" Shen Wushuang was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and at that moment he turned around and looked at the young man suspended in mid-air who was imprisoned by the iron ropes.

Almost at this moment, Xu Han's body trembled and suddenly became violent. It was the chain that had bound him, and in such a trembling way, it should be a ring. The sound continued to ring like raindrops, from the beginning of the indiscernible breath to the resounding endlessly. At the same time, the aura around Xu Han's body immediately became violent, as if a demon who had been imprisoned for 10,000 years was finally about to be awakened from his slumber.

And that demon is the god that God Musou has been waiting for.

The ground that had just calmed down under his feet also seemed to feel something at that time, and it surged wildly, and the surging was more than violent compared to Fang Cai, like boiling water, and like magma about to erupt, of course, the only difference between it and the two was that the black thing had no temperature at all, and it was cold to the bone.

But none of this affected the churning of the black things, and he breathed one breath after another, as if they were aware of the arrival of something and were meeting the event in their own way.

Clang!

At this time, a loud bang came out, and the iron cable that firmly trapped Xu Han's right arm was suddenly broken. Then, three more of the same roar exploded, and the other three cables broke off at that time. Xu Han's body that was suspended in mid-air immediately fell.

But he didn't land in an embarrassed posture, but the moment his body fell, the black things that were surging on the ground rushed to Xu Han for the first time, and those fluid-like things turned into a black throne, holding up Xu Han's falling body steadily, Xu Han sat on the throne as if he was unconscious, his head lowered, and his hands drooped.

In this black world, there was a dead silence in that moment. Rao is god Wushuang also looked at the young man sleeping on the throne with solemn eyes at that time, and did not dare to make a sound.

And the silence didn't last long.

The black things on the ground surged again, they didn't understand how to jump up, and poured into the throne under Xu Han, and with the influx of these things, strange things extended from under the throne, and those black things continued to converge, and finally after the scene of a hundred breaths, it turned into a pitch-black disc along the black throne, which held the throne high, and the throne held its gods.

Call.

A long, low breath sounded from Xu Han's mouth the moment the disc was formed.

The gentle meaningless murmur fell on the ears of Shen Wushuang and Yuan Xiucheng, but it was like an oracle that implied heavenly secrets, the expressions between the two of them changed greatly, and the color of fanaticism surged up on their eyebrows, and they looked up at the figure on the throne with great excitement.

As if in response to the "piety" of the believers, Xu Han's breathing on the throne gradually became clear, and his head was slowly raised.

There seemed to be a looming chant in the depths of the world, like jubilation, like a wail. But whether it is the former or the latter, the will of the world, or the will of the starry sky, cannot prevent certain things from happening after all.

Xu Han raised his head, his closed eyes opened, and his dark eyes were like a deep void that could devour everything in the world.

His gaze swept over everyone one by one, and when it landed on the Divine Peerless and Yuan Xiucheng, the bodies of the two of them shook and knelt down almost at the same time, and shouted in their mouths: "Congratulations to my lord for breaking through the seal and returning to the starry sky and ten thousand domains!!"

Xu Han retracted his gaze, and exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath again, as if he was exhaled by him at this moment along with the resentment of being imprisoned for hundreds of thousands of years.

Then his face calmed down, he reached out and touched his chest, his eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep tone, "He's still alive." ”

Such words were obviously a little different from the opening words of Shen Wushuang's imagination, but he still responded: "My lord, what can he do if he lives, can a soulless spirit still threaten you?"

Xu Han glanced at Shen Wushuang and did not comment on what he said, but said again after a few breaths of silence: "A person who can destroy Guiguzi's calculations should never be despised ..."

"However, it is not the right way to worry about the heavens. ”

"Guiguzi's eyes are still on this world, before they arrive, we have to do something to prepare a big gift for this group of old friends. ”

Shen Wushuang and Yuan Xiucheng naturally didn't have the slightest disobedience to the words of this god dressed in Xu Han's skin at this moment, and they hurriedly asked respectfully, "What does my lord mean?"

Xu Han stretched out his hand and held it tightly in mid-air, then he narrowed his eyes, and a cold glow flashed in his narrow eyes.

He stared at the empty darkness in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Give them a world that is surrendered to God. ”