Ji Youze still knew how much ink was in the little emperor's stomach, and he immediately took out a copy of his manuscript from the cuff.

"What is written on it, I have copied it and annotated it, Your Majesty can read this!"

The corners of the little emperor's mouth twitched when he heard this, "You are obviously prepared to let me see this old antique, Youze, your heart is getting worse and worse."

Ji Youze continued to keep a wooden face, and there was no expression on his face to explain the contents of the beast skin book.

This *** originated in front of two thousand.

"Legend has it that 3,000 years ago, there were many warlocks in the world, and various factions emerged one after another, some people used magic to save Dawn, but others used magic to kill the common people.

So the emperor at that time, the ancestor of Zhou, ordered the world to kill the evil warlocks, and gradually began to prohibit others from cultivating immortals, and burned a large number of evil magic immortal magic secret techniques.

Among them, there is a kind of secret art that manipulates the souls of gods, eats away at the souls of others, and turns others into their own doppelgangers.

The little emperor was terrified when he heard this.

Ji Youzhi was also shocked.

"It's been thousands of years since this kind of evil art, and there are still people who can practice it.

In the era when Zhou Shizu burned books and forbade the cultivation of immortals, it is said that he also sealed a lot of immortal cultivators, and among the remaining immortal cultivators, it is impossible to cultivate the Great Dao and become a powerful scourge to the common people."

Ji Youzhi is also one of the little emperor's companions, and he knows some of these thousands of years of confidential history that outsiders don't know.

"The Gu art in Southern Xinjiang started two thousand five hundred years ago, and the great witch ability at that time was very strong, the Central Plains was attacked by them several times, and the Great Zhou, which was at its peak for thousands of years, began to rise in all directions because of that time."

Cold sweat began to break out on the little emperor's forehead.

"What do you mean?"

Ji Youzhi quickly replied, "Old Ba, could you be a great wizard who doubts Southern Xinjiang, who cultivated into a supreme great wizard two thousand five hundred years ago, and then he has lived until now?"

Ji Youze's breathing was heavy, and his expressionless face suddenly changed slightly, "I don't know!"

"Let me slow down, this news is too exciting, I really can't believe that there is an old monster that has lived for thousands of years in southern Xinjiang.

If that's the case, then this southern Xinjiang is too terrifying."

The little emperor couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up and walked out of the door of the imperial study and went directly to the side hall.

In the side hall, Princess Atta had just drunk the medicine, and her whole person was drowsy.

I heard someone push the door and opened my eyes.

Seeing the little emperor and the Ji family brothers, she couldn't help but smile lowly, "Your Majesty came later than I thought!"

"The Great Wizard of Southern Xinjiang is not dead!" The little emperor looked at Princess Atta's face fixedly, and said in an affirmative tone.

Princess Atta replied simply, "I don't know!"

"You don't know this?

And what do you know?"

Princess Atta said, "I know that someone is going to kill me and want to provoke a war between Southern Xinjiang and Korea."

"Who's that guy?"

The little emperor asked.

"If I say that the man is my father, will you believe it, Your Majesty?"

"King of Southern Xinjiang!"

The little emperor and Ji Youzhi's brothers glanced at each other, looked at each other for a while, but didn't say anything.

"Why did he do that?"

Ji Youze frowned and asked.

Princess Atta shook her head and said.

"I don't know what he's thinking, but what I know for sure is that since about three years ago, the king of Nanjiang has not been my father."