The horses wrapped in bronze armor paced impatiently, each the size of a rhinoceros.

Each chariot has three fully armored Deadpools, who have no wings but are stronger.

The chariot was also surrounded by more than twenty Deadpool soldiers on foot, with short swords and shields in the front row and bows and arrows in the back.

"Multiply its four qi, four qi wings."

Chu Zihang silently recited the sentences in the Book of Songs.

History appeared in front of him from an intuitive angle, and the chariot of Yin Shang reappeared in the world.

"I don't think we can beat them."

Fingal scratched his head.

The Tiger armor weighed seven tons, and the horses that were obviously half-breeds were at least five or six tons.

Yuan Zhinu glanced at him silently, is this a question of whether he can bump into him or not?

Did you forget that there was a big guy in the car?

But it seems that the other party has no intention of bumping into it.

After a few moments, the charioteer's driver flicked his whip, and the horses moved out of the way, revealing a wide lane.

Out of the middle of the passage came a man wearing a wide robe with large sleeves and a bird feather on his head.

He looks almost identical to a human, but has golden lines on his face and hands.

It's not tattooed on the surface, but it floats out of the body, like bronze flowing through the veins.

"Come with me, the king is calling."

The witch-like man spoke obscure dragon scripts, but they automatically understood what he meant.

If Lu Mingfei was still awake, he probably complained in his heart that this kind of knowledge is passed on through genes is too much like a green skin.

The words of the witch sacrifice are exactly what Chu Zihang wants, if he wants to be the most lethal, of course, the closer the better.

The armored car followed behind the witch priest, and although he walked on two feet, his speed was not slow at all.

One step out, the next step is already ten meters away.

Chu Zihang didn't have Lu Mingfei's good eyesight, but he could probably guess that this was the result of the simultaneous action of physical strength and speech spirit.

After passing through a square that looked like a mass grave, they came to the palace.

The nine-storey platform stands in front of the temple gate, and the bronze staircase gradually shrinks, and by the time it reaches the top, it is only one width left.

A young man wearing a tiara and a white gown was sitting upright on a bronze throne.

He looks like a Sanxingdui bronze man, but the proportions are not so exaggerated, and he looks quite heroic and majestic.

The upper half of his face was obscured by a gold mask, and he wore two red jade rings on his ears.

Step by step, the young man descended the steps, and with each step, the ground shook as if to celebrate the king.

His movements seemed to be slow and fast, but in just a dozen seconds, he floated down from the high platform.

The young man walked up to the armored car, obviously looking up, but as if he was looking down at all beings.

He swept through everyone's clothes, weapons, and armored vehicles, and his face showed a slight look of surprise.

"When I was alone in the world, there seemed to be a lot of changes in the world."

The voice of the young man was a little old.

"Who are you?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"The lonely name is Dixin."

The King of Business!

Those who have seen the list of gods will naturally not be unfamiliar with him, this last monarch who contributed allusions such as Jiuchi Meat Forest, Cannon Burning Punishment, and Chicken Sichen is an out-and-out tyrant.

Arrogance, arrogance, indulgence in alcohol, brutality and murder, almost all the characteristics of a faint king can be placed on him.

But that's just a plot made up, that's the king of Shang, but not the king of Shang, Emperor Xin.

According to the analysis of later scholars, Di Xin was not only not a mediocre and unscrupulous monarch, but also a promising monarch who vigorously promoted reforms and tried to suppress divine power and weaken the power of nobles and princes.

If his reforms had been successful, the emergence of the feudal monarchy in China would have been hundreds of years earlier.

Unfortunately, his reforms ultimately failed.

The political means of promoting the petty aristocracy were insufficient, and the foreign war consumed too much manpower and material resources, and the backlash of the theocracy and the big aristocracy was violent.

With the defeat of the Battle of Muye, the Shang Emperor Xin died in battle, and the Shang King was born, who was constantly scandalized by later generations.

"You know Lonely?"

Di Xin said.

"Yes, it's been learned in the history books."

Chu Zihang returned.

"What do history books say about Lonely?"

Di Xin asked with interest.

He talked about the evaluation of scholars and the image in it.

Di Xin laughed when he heard this.

"Yes, Lone did create the method of cannon branding, but it wasn't intended to execute the Terrans. And the wine pond meat forest is not a place of pleasure, but a place of pit killing. ”

He turned to face the star-picking platform and recited the dragon script, and soon, a bronze pillar rose from the ground and grew to the level of the high platform before stopping.

No one needs to tie it with such a high copper pillar, then the truth is obvious, this copper pillar is used to tie the dragon clan.

"When he was in power, he used this pillar to burn seventy-three dragon clans, and killed three hundred and forty-five human clans with a wine pond pit. Do you know why? ”

Dixin asked.

Chu Zihang shook his head.

"Because Lone is the emperor, those who submit to the king are subjects, and those who do not obey the king are barbarians. The subjects of the king are not divided into dragons and human races. ”

Di Xin's tone was not impassioned, but it seemed more real.

"Why did you lose?"

Chu Zihang asked.

Fingal's eyes were about to pop out, junior brother, you won't negotiate for me to come, do you have someone who comes up like this and pokes people's lung tubes?

"Because there is no need for a second monarch in the world."

As the communication deepened, Tixin's grammar gradually became in sync with theirs.

"You mean the Black King?"

Chu Zihang said.

"Not bad. Are the Terrans so bold now? How dare you call it by its name? ”

Di Xin was a little surprised.

"During your time in the Nibelungen, the Terrans have become the rulers of this planet."

"Looks like I'm missing too much."

Di Xin let out a long sigh.

The lifespan of the dragon clan is not endless, and in order to maintain his sanity and strength, he spends most of his time in the alchemy realm.

This awakening was also due to the opening of the Living Soul Gate, triggering the warning mechanism he left behind.

"What did you enter my Nibelungen for?"

After a brief pause, Dixin asked.

Brother, don't talk about it!

Fingal roared in his heart and stretched out his hand to grab Chu Zihang, but the latter had already spoken.

"To rob you of the Nibelungen."

Fingal covered his face in pain.

"The power of the half-breed cannot control the Nibelungen, let alone maintain it."

Dixin shook his head.

"I just need to use it as a consumable."

Chu Zihang said frankly.

Di Xin felt a little amused, such an honest and justified bandit he had never met in all his years.

However, the temperament of the young man of the human race in front of him is not like a robber, but more like an upright courtier.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Di Xin said.

"Death is glory, but fear is shame."

Chu Zihang said calmly.

"Hahahaha, so it's interesting to say that the Terrans."

Di Xin laughed again, laughing so heartily that it seemed as if he was going to laugh all at once for thousands of years.

When he finally laughed enough, he didn't pay attention to Chu Zihang anymore, but looked at the Yuan Zhinu who was hiding behind.

"Is the White King awake?"

The voice was eerie.

"No, no. God should still be suppressed in the 'Well of Remains'. ”

Facing those golden pupils as hot as the sun, Yuan Zhinu was powerless to conceal it.

"Really? It seems that the White King is not as powerful as the legend says. ”

Di Xin sneered.

"What are you looking for the White King?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Devour it, get its power."

Di Xin did not mean to hide it.

"Then why don't you keep doing it?"

"The White King holds the power of the spirit, and the power that hastily devours it will only be replaced by it. So I've been waiting. ”

Di Xin said.

"What are you waiting for?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Wait for someone who thinks he is smart to wash the power of the White King for me."

Di Xin said.

"Who?"

"I don't know, but there will never be a shortage of people or dragons in this world who covet the power of the White King."

As he spoke, Di Xin sighed.

"It's a pity I can't wait."

He turned, revealing a massive wound on his back that stretched from his neck to his tail vertebrae.

The wound was torn and appeared to have been cut by something like a claw.

The torn area was decorated with white paint to form a feather, and the wound was painted in the shape of a black bird.

Even the strongest sub-species are still sub-species, and there is a price to be paid for challenging the authority of the king.

"For thousands of years, my life has been like a candle in the wind. But the emperor should have the emperor's way to die, and since you are here, then send me the most gorgeous ending. ”

Dixin's gaze passed over to them, to the clumsy thing.

Humans are truly a magical race, and they can create weapons comparable to candle dragons without relying on the power of the fire element.

He knew that he could no longer resist such a force, and instead of dying ugly together, it was better to have another hearty fight at the end.

He was both the emperor of the Shang dynasty and the most powerful warrior.

"How?"

Chu Zihang said.

"Defeat me with all your strength, the weak are not qualified to negotiate with the king."

Di Xin said coldly.

"Okay."

He nodded and pulled out the Han Bafang Sword.

The living spirit let out a dissatisfied sword roar, and the sword body instantly became dozens of times heavier.

"Quiet."

Chu Zihang clenched the hilt of the sword, and the steaming blood mist emanated from the pores into the air, and then condensed into blood beads and dripped onto the sword.

In the face of this blood of strong will, the living soul succumbed.

He swung the Wuwei Sword, which was already like a finger, and casually cut off several protruding bone spurs.

At this moment, Chu Zihang has nothing to do with people, his whole body is covered with iron-blue scales, and his eyes have turned the same red gold as Di Xin.

His long, white fingers had turned into black claws, and the sharp scales were growing, slicing everything but the carapace into pieces.

Chu Zihang stretched out his hand to rip off the carapace armor, and the feeling of restraint made him uncomfortable.

The feeling made him breathe a sigh of relief, and then he reached out and broke the bone horn that had grown in front of his forehead.

The severe pain made the scales on Chu Zihang's face twitch, but his heart felt better.

"May you forgive this ugly body, great Lord of men, until your warrior can be saved."

After praying, he drew his sword and turned to heaven.

Fellers, Chu Zihang also.

(End of chapter)