Magellan stood in front of the main gate of the capital and looked up at the plaque on the door.

This is the real center of the world, where the emperor is located.

Passers-by gathered around him, and everyone knew about him, but they didn't dare to approach him.

The soldiers defending the city put Magellan directly into the city, they looked anxious, and there were already soldiers rushing out of the city not far away.

Magellan, who ignored all this, walked into the city gate with the flower pot in his hand.

Beijing is not a pretty city.

It was a place of chaos and order, with square alleys, huge tents scattered and haphazard, tall courtyards that were silent and silent, and noisy crowds galloping horses.

The coexistence of demons and natives has created this strange scene, and the alternation of peace and war has exacerbated the polarization, which ultimately determines the current appearance of the capital.

However, anyone who walks into the city gate can always see the imperial city at first sight.

It is an extremely tall and imposing building, like a bunker or a tower, occupying the highest place in the center of the city, and it is extremely eye-catching.

Magellan felt that he didn't need to rest, and that the book was spreading to his heart, and he didn't know if it was too late.

Soon, everyone in the city knew that the black-clothed swordsman had arrived outside the imperial city gate.

The ancient capital was perched high on the Qintianjian Stargazing Tower, overlooking the entire city, and a mocking smile appeared on its ugly face.

Here, you can see the flow of people rushing out from various places in the city, they are like sawdust floating in the water, marking the trajectory of the water flow, and these tracks, like a whirlpool, bypassing the black-clothed swordsman in the center, entanglement and influence each other outside, like a mess.

"That's ...... people"

The crowd gradually gathered, the most obvious of which were the princes, who walked out of the mansion outside the imperial city, and with their retinue, like dragons poking their heads out of the clouds, gradually revealing their upper bodies.

The teams headed straight for the main gate of the Imperial City, but stopped just as they were about to reach the black-clothed swordsman.

It's like a group of dragons grabbing pearls, obviously the jewels are within reach, but they are afraid of each other, so they can only patrol and not move forward.

The princes looked at each other, their eyes full of anger and threat, but useless, and now that it was time to see the dagger, there would be no prince who would continue to hide his desires.

The breath of the demons filled the air, and it almost made people think that they were in the grassland where wolves hunted.

But still no prince has come forward.

The emperor already knew of the dragon's arrival, and the black-clothed swordsman was now waiting for an audience, leaving little time for the princes.

In the end, the first to stand up was the Nine Emperor Prince Yuan Chi.

It was a prince who had never shown any ambition for the throne, and his appearance surprised everyone.

But soon they were even more surprised.

"Long time no see. ”

Yuan Chi smiled at Magellan, who remained silent, and turned around, revealing half of his face hidden in the shadow of his hood and the strange flowers in the flower pot in his hand.

"I've been waiting for you, and now I'm stronger than before. ”

All the princes looked at the black-clothed swordsman, Yuan Chi's speech was not surprising, he was originally an outlier among the princes.

But no one thought about what the Nine Emperor Princes would do next.

He turned on the burning blood and rushed towards Magellan.

Then Yuan Chi flew out.

The princes saw the moment the black-clothed swordsman made a move, and he didn't even draw his sword, but just smashed the Nine Emperors away with one punch.

That's the power of terror.

The princes no longer hesitated, this must be the dragon, otherwise he would not have had that kind of power.

This is like the last straw, and the princes moved.

The golden bloodlines rushed out at a terrifying speed, converging around the black-clothed swordsman, like several lightning bolts that affected each other, and were forced to change their trajectory again and again, but finally reached the end together.

Then the gates of the imperial city opened.

The black-clothed swordsman withdrew his right hand that had just struck Yuan Chi into his cloak, turned around and walked into the door.

Behind the door is a long, steep stone staircase that leads to a vast square.

The majestic hall is at the end of the square, as far as the eye can see, showing the atmosphere of the world.

A eunuch walked in silence before Magellan and led him towards the main hall.

Then suddenly, a cacophony of voices broke the silence.

The princes rushed into the imperial city, walked up the stairs, stood on the square, and saw the black-clothed swordsman in front of them from a distance.

This can be called audacious, but for the current princes, it is nothing at all.

They walked silently behind the black-clad swordsman, preparing to go to the emperor together.

The wind swept through the square, and between heaven and earth, it was its voice.

Magellan wrapped his cloak tightly and covered the pots.

Entering the main hall, the emperor was sitting on the throne.

"You're here, so just right. ”

The emperor smiled, as if he was not surprised by the appearance of the princes.

Yuan Qing and his brothers stood behind the black-clothed swordsman, separated from each other, faintly centered on the dragon, and their hearts were so heavy that they almost suffocated.

Everything will end in a short moment, heaven or hell, there is no possibility in between.

"Welcome," the Emperor said, ignoring his sons, and smiled as he looked at the black-clad swordsman standing in the hall, "I am the lord of this place, and I don't know what you have come from far away." ”

Magellan looked up at the emperor on the throne, raised his right hand, and removed his hood.

It was a bloodless, pale face.

The Blue Sparrow Book was close to the heart, the blood was affected, and Magellan's upper body was unhealthily pale.

The emperor looked at the face of the ordinary person, still smiling, patiently waiting for an answer.

Then the black-clad swordsman put his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

The Emperor had an interested look on his face.

He didn't know what this man wanted to do, but the demons weren't afraid of assassination at all, let alone the Golden Bloodline.

Then Magellan drew his sword.

"Good sword. ”

The Emperor smiled, it was indeed a good sword.

Then his smile froze on his face.

The emperor died at the moment when the burning blood opened, and the burning blood turned into a blood mist and spurted out of the wound, and at the same time, the red smoke of burning blood gushed wildly, mixed with real blood, like a raging fire.

It was Magellan's sword that killed the emperor.

"Ahh

Yuan Qing screamed wildly and rushed out.

The sixth prince turned on the burning blood while roaring, and he punched the black-clothed swordsman in the back who had just thrown out the long sword and had not had time to turn around, and in response, with a muffled sound, the swordsman flew out.

He is very fragile, and Yuan Qing can see it clearly.

At that moment, the swordsman not only lost his left hand because he was holding the flower pot, but also showed the loss of blood, which was simply vulnerable.

A terrifying cry rang out from the hall, and it was the roar of seven golden bloodlines that opened up and burned blood.