"The Emperor of Man has arrived—"

Everyone was shocked and looked up at the sky in unison.

There seems to be a golden dragon in the sky in the distance, bathed in the bright morning light, suddenly jumping out of the sea of clouds, crossing the blue sky, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the top of Changling City.

The Imperial Rim slowed down steadily, and its full picture was displayed in front of everyone.

Pulling the cart in front of them were two golden eagles that were mighty and strong with a long wingspan.

The golden eagle is handsome and extraordinary, the head and pillow feathers are golden-brown, the body is brown and yellow, and the tail is gray-white, as if it is covered with a layer of colorful gold brocade, shining with a strange luster.

It is rumored that in the early years of the Emperor's conquest of the Eagle Clan, he captured a group of young eagle captives, and after cultivating for several generations, his temperament was no longer brutal, and he became the royal bird of the palace, each of which had the strong strength of the Great Demon of the Upper Realm.

At present, the two coachmen are in the center, and there are a number of qi refiners on the left and right, serving as a guard of honor, the electric halberd waving frost, the clouds refusing the sundial, the dragon flag and the phoenix building are intertwined, fluttering in the air.

In the back, there is a golden carriage, with a five-clawed dragon carved on the outer wall, and the surface is full of splendor and rainbow light.

At the door of the carriage, the delicate curtain of rolling jade beads hung down, swaying gently, like sparkling water.

Behind the bead curtain, there was a figure sitting faintly, immovable, and the momentum was deep.

Wow –

The whole city was boiling.

Majestic golden eagles, magnificent guard of honor, golden carriages...... The people could not see the figure behind the beaded curtain, but just by seeing this magnificent sight, they were already extremely excited and cheered.

All over the city, but all those who have public office, bow down in the direction of the royal chariot and bow auspiciously.

When the emperor goes out on patrol, ordinary people generally do not need to salute.

But everyone carefully learned the movements of those officials, put their right hand on their left hand, bent down deeply, and spontaneously paid their respects to the Terran leader.

Since the first generation of emperors more than 2,000 years ago, the throne has been passed down from generation to generation, and now it is the sixth generation.

Most people don't know that the Human Emperor is actually not the real Emperor Realm, but only the King of the Five Realms.

It is a fake emperor realm obtained after inheriting the luck of the human race.

A false emperor does not live as long as a true emperor, but in theory, it is not a problem to live a thousand years.

But in just over 2,000 years, five generations of emperors have died one after another, and the average life expectancy is less than 500, which is not as good as the King of Changling.

Either die on the battlefield, or die of serious injuries and early death.

The emperors of all dynasties have fought against the demon emperors of the six realms with the body of the five realms, and the pressure they are under is unimaginable.

Even so, the Human Emperor has always been the first in the world, resisting the hostile demon clan and not retreating.

Five generations of heroes and martyrs have achieved the supreme prestige of this throne, and the people revere it, and the majestic luck gathered is unimaginable.

This is something that the demon clan that believes in the law of the jungle will never be able to do.

At this moment, in the sky above the Changling Palace, the emperor came in person.

Even the King of Qingyang, who was hot-tempered and ready to make a big fuss, could only give up for the time being, landed on the ground, and did not continue to provoke.

"This bad old man, the pomp is getting more and more exquisite."

King Qingyang looked at the luxurious and magnificent imperial chariot and snorted, it was not the right time for the emperor to come.

Maybe it's on purpose.

King Qingyang decided that when this matter was over, he must bring his grandson into the palace, roll around, sell miserably, and ask for justice.

The royal car in mid-air continued to descend and landed in the front yard of the palace, and two golden eagles taller than humans proudly scanned the audience and slowly gathered their wings.

The bead curtain shook slightly, and the figure sat down behind the curtain, and there was no intention of getting up at first.

The emperor personally came to congratulate him on his birthday, which is a supreme honor, and the king of Changling should go out to greet him, otherwise he will be disrespectful.

Seeing that there was still no movement in the depths of the palace, King Qingyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

The body refiner at the peak of the Five Realms has extremely sharp ears and eyes, within a radius of ten miles, no wind and grass can escape perception, and such a big movement outside, King Changling will not be unaware.

Did you dare not show up, or did you have an accident?

As soon as he was about to speak, he heard the emperor in the carriage say indifferently:

"Song Qing wrote to ask for instructions before, saying that he is old, and he should concentrate on retreat, and if he doesn't join in this excitement, he can have a small gathering of three or five old friends, and I am also approved."

"Today, as an old friend, I would like to briefly congratulate you."

"Ren Qing, Wu Qing, Jia Qing...... Come in with me, and let the others cease to be clubbed. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

The children of the Song family, who had been nervous, also breathed a sigh of relief, and asked all the idlers in the backyard to avoid them immediately, and not to disturb His Majesty and the ancestors.

The wind blows the bead curtain, like a pipa flicking, tinkling.

The figure in the dragon chariot has disappeared.

Including the King of Qingyang, the five high-ranking people named by the emperor followed them to the backyard, but a trace of suspicion rose in their hearts.

I had already informed the emperor that he was coming, and he dared to retreat at this time?

"I, I can't feel the breath of King Changling anymore."

The low voice of the Human Emperor sounded again, but it became a transmission, secretly entering the ears of the five people.

"What!"

These high-powered Terran powerhouses tried their best to restrain their expressions, but they still couldn't hide the shock in the depths of their eyes.

Something big is wrong.

……

In the inner courtyard of the palace, the door of the quiet room opened again.

The group stood at the door, their faces complicated, and they all looked at the figure sitting by the window.

King Changling, dressed in a neat scholarly robe, sat upright on a chair, clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, his eyes slightly closed, motionless, allowing the breeze to pour in from the window, blowing his gray hair.

It was as if it was just a dying old man taking a nap.

But everyone knows that the old man will never wake up again.

"It's-"

The five high-level Terran leaders at the door, although they were all experienced in a hundred battles and were used to seeing life and death, were still uneasy at the moment, and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

A veteran king who has been in charge of the human race for hundreds of years, a powerful martial artist who has made countless demon clans fearful, died quietly like this?

The death of a king at the peak level should have been like the collapse of a mountain, causing a sensation in the world, and some would even cause small-scale visions of heaven and earth.

But the old prince in front of him is like a withered leaf, and when the time comes, he falls unconsciously, without attracting anyone's attention.

"Although Brother Song is six hundred years old, he has always been well maintained, how could he go so suddenly?" Some people are very puzzled.

"The body is completely empty, the essence and blood are dried up, and they are all burned clean by the secret method." King Qingyang saw the cause of death at a glance.

Everyone looked around the room, but found no traces of the battle, and their hearts were full of doubts.

How did King Changling die?

Could it be that it was plotted?

But the essence and blood of this old prince's whole body were burned out, and it was as if he had experienced an extremely fierce battle, exhausted all his strength, and finally died of exhaustion.

What's going on?

King Qingyang looked around, and found a secret book spread out by the bookshelf, the pages of which were covered with creases, as if they were often flipped.

"The Secret of the Last Burn".

Everyone present is knowledgeable, and after a few glances, they have a rough idea of what this method is.

Take blood as fire, burn everything, and sublimate the treasure secret method!

Giving up one's life and living to death will never be used until the last moment.

"I see." King Qingyang suddenly realized.