Capital.

Palace.

The traces of the existence of the Li royal family are rapidly being erased.

And the various imprints that belong to Weiss are increasing and imprinting at a rapid pace.

The Yao Divine Envoy came to the palace and soon met Wei Wuji, the father of the contemporary Wei family and Wei Mingchen.

"Your Majesty, there is a top powerhouse in the city. ”

The status of the Yaoyu Divine Envoy is not low, and he can directly meet the person with the highest power position in the capital today.

"Top powerhouse?"

Wei Wuji was a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes, with good skin and average temperament, and asked with interest: "How top? How strong?"

The Yao Shen said, "Not under me. ”

"Oh?"

Wei Wuji asked again, "What about how it compares to my son?"

He had a total of thirty-eight sons - this number does not include the two who have already been slaughtered by Lin Beichen.

But in this sentence just now, 'my son' specifically refers to Wei Mingchen.

The Yaoyu Divine Envoy bowed his head and said, "Naturally, it can't be compared with His Highness the Divine Son. ”

"Hahaha. ”

Wei Wuji laughed out loud and said, "Step God Envoy, what you said is good, hahaha, because my son Wei Mingchen has the appearance of a god." ”

Hearing Wei Wuji say his last name, the eyebrows of the Yao Ji Divine Envoy furrowed fiercely.

In other words, this person must be on the way to reincarnation at this time.

But since he is the father of His Royal Highness the Divine Son, then there is no problem.

"My enthronement ceremony is just ten days later. ”

Wei Wuji sat on the newly designed Human Emperor Dragon Chair, satisfiedly rubbing the unique primitive texture of gold with his hand, his expression was intoxicated, his eyes were squinted, and he said, "Step God Envoy, you are my son's most trusted subordinate, you must use the fastest speed to get rid of the so-called top powerhouse, you won't let me worry about it, right?"

Yaoyu Divine Envoy bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, the three Divine Envoys Yaoming, Yaoqian, and Yaoren are also on the way here, and when they arrive, no one can pose a threat to your great cause of ascending the throne." ”

"Really?"

Wei Wuji sat on the dragon chair, crossed Erlang's legs, shook his legs vigorously, and said, "It's all thanks to my son, haha, he is the son of God, so am I not a priest?"

"Your Majesty. ”

Yaoyushen's expression was solemn, and he said, "Be cautious." ”

Wei Wuji shook his legs indifferently and said, "Ha, I'll just make an ethical stalk, what are you nervous about...... By the way, on the side of the Temple Mountain, the false god of the Sword Lord Monarch, has there been an answer?"

A hint of helplessness flashed in the depths of the eyes of the Divine Envoy.

All along, there was a problem that he couldn't figure out.

Why does His Highness the Son of God have such a father who is showy, detached, vulgar, lustful, lazy, gluttonous, rude, arrogant, stupid, and cowardly?

And why does His Highness the Son of God have to be?

What about this father, who is a combination of ostentatious, detached, vulgar, lustful, lazy, gluttonous, rude, arrogant, stupid, and cowardly, and put on the throne of the human emperor?

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, an old god like the Sword Lord Monarch is already yesterday's yellow flower, and he won't last long. ”

The Yaoyu Divine Envoy replied: "A big battle that day, I believe it also made her understand her situation, the old god is dead, the new god should stand, our Thousand Grass Temple has the support of the Great Desolation Temple, has been recognized by the gods, and has given her enough steps, if she still doesn't know how to advance and retreat, then when the deadline comes, it will be the day of her fall." ”

"Huh...... What about the fall of God. ”

Wei Wuji had a very yearning expression, shaking his legs, supporting his chin with one hand, and said, "I'm looking forward to it, what will the fallen god look like?

The Divine Envoy was silent.

Wei Wuji laughed: "Look at you, every time you say the gods, you have an expression like a dead parent, come, be happy, give me a smile." ”

The Divine Envoy frowned, turned and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

The hall reverberated with Wei Wuji's laughter.

"Aha, it's really boring, how did you make a divine envoy, but there are rules and constraints everywhere, why don't ordinary people be happy?"

He sat on the throne of pure gold recast, rolling around with laughter, tears in his eyes.

......

......

Temple Hill.

Lin Beichen This is the first time he has come to the temple mountain in the capital.

Grander than imagined.

More majestic than imagined.

The huge peaks are connected to each other, like rock giants standing arm in arm, but because of the vast age, these rock giants are covered with lush vegetation, like green moss......

From the foot of the mountain to the peak, ancient buildings, huge statues of gods are dotted on the cliffs, and chain bridges connect the cliffs and solitary peaks.

One can imagine how many followers of the Sword Lord Monarch were practicing on this temple mountain in the glory days of the past.

However, now, between the peaks and mountain roads, there is a faint atmosphere of gloom and loneliness.

Many of the temples were vacant, and the steps and floors were not covered with dust and cobwebs.

Many giant statues and sculptures have been extinguished.

Some temple priests who are not weak often sit under the statues of gods, and are exercising their divine powers, repairing and healing their wounds.

They seem to have experienced a big battle, suffered a lot of losses, and were all wounded.

The new Pope took Lin Beichen and his party to the top of the Temple Mountain.

Here, there is the only one in the entire Beihai Empire that enters the Temple of Divine Grace [Sword Lord Hall].

It has the tallest, largest and thickest statue of the sword lord of the North Sea Empire.

Li Xiuyuan and the others were temporarily rested in the side hall.

And Lin Beichen came with the new pope

[Lord of the Sword Palace].

"Your Majesty is waiting for you in the palace. ”

Hua Qianyan stood at the door of the main hall, reaching out to make a gesture of please.

The new Pope of the Sword Lord Monarch Temple, who looks to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, has both the innocence of a girl and the charm of a mature woman. The appearance is naturally a first-class superb, with a graceful body, a murder weapon, and a beautiful waistline as if he can get drunk to death any man in this world.

In order to maintain the character design, Lin Beichen's gaze stayed on the Pope's body for a moment longer.

Hua looked at Lin Beichen and smiled slightly.

"You, this is the most handsome boy I've ever seen. ”

Her voice was soft and honest, and she said, "Before I met you, I didn't think that there would really be such a thing as 'male sex' in this world. ”

Oh, that's a compliment, right?

In Lin Beichen's mind, he couldn't help but compare Hua Tianyan with the Qin main priest, and then quickly came to a conclusion-

Or the eldest wife is more beautiful.

I just don't know where she went.

Lin Beichen responded to the Pope's praise with a smile, and then turned around and walked into the main hall.

The hall was dim.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Something was bubbling in the dark.

Lin Beichen walked step by step to the depths of the main hall.

The cold, silvery moonlight shone in through the glass lenses of the dome and fell on the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Throne carved from white stone.

The air in early spring is slightly cold.

A figure with loose hair, dressed in a white dress, sat quietly, his eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.

"You're here. ”

"I'm coming. ”

"You shouldn't have come. ”

"I'm already here. ”

"It's too late to leave. ”

"But I don't want to go. ”

"I smell the breath of the demon outside the sky on your body, how much power is left of your stick technique?"

"It depends on how much your godhead has recovered. ”

"You see that?"

"I can see a little bit. ”

"Which little bit?"

"You're hurt, and it's not a mortal who hurts you. ”

"It seems that you have gained a lot from the extraterritorial ruins realm. ”

On the throne, the 'Lord of the Sword' slowly stood up.

Tick tock.

Drop by drop, the blood dripped gently on the ground along the armrest of the divine seat, and the moment the blood beads shattered, it was like a blood lotus flower that only bloomed for a moment, evil and holy.

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Good night brothers, thank you for the medicine (?_?) you recommended to me