"Dragon robe?" Qin Ke looked at the crown in a daze, when he was born, the previous dynasty had already fallen apart, not to mention that even if the previous dynasty was still there, he was a flat-headed commoner, and he would never have the opportunity to see this crown that should belong to the owner of the world in his life. He had an inexplicable sense of solemnity in his heart, but he still expressed his doubts, "Isn't King Ye a prince?"

Zhuge Wanling said softly: "In the thirty-seventh year of Zhongping, Wang Zhichangling's army has exceeded 40,000. ”

Qin Ke was even more confused: "What's so strange about that, isn't it normal for a prince and king to have an army?"

Abu felt Wang Xuanwei and Gao Changgong's gaze, his face was slightly red, and he explained to Qin Ke: "The emperor of the previous dynasty has unified rules for sealing the king. Although it is said that the territory of the princes and kings is large and small, and the number of armies is also different. However, the maximum scale of the establishment must be controlled within 20,000 people, otherwise it is an attempt to rebel. This is also the control method of the central government of the previous dynasty over the feudal king, otherwise the unlimited expansion of the army of the princes and kings will also pose a threat to the central government. ”

Qin Ke suddenly realized: "Oh, that means that this King Ye is not a real loyal minister." ”

Wang Xuan sneered slightly: "In this huge world, how many loyal ministers can there be? Not to mention being a loyal minister, it depends on whether his master is willing or not." The former emperor once told the emperor not to be in a hurry in the matter of sealing the king, but the emperor did not listen, and the prince knelt outside the door of the main hall for three days without a drop of water, and finally became disheartened and set himself on fire in the imperial study. It can be seen that being a loyal minister does not necessarily mean that you will be respected, but I am afraid that many times you will have to bear many things that you should not bear. And these princes of one side, as long as they have military power in their hands, which one of them has not thought of ascending to that supreme position?"

Speaking of this, Wang Xuan looked at the crown in his hand slightly, thinking of the chaotic world, showing a little disgust. He casually threw away the crown.

The crown rolled on the ground a few times, and the string that was originally strung with the jewel suddenly broke, and the black jewel was scattered all over the ground, as if the previous dynasty was falling apart.

"How many such people are there in this world?" Wang Xuanwei thought of Tang Guo, thought of Canghai, and finally looked at Zhuge Wanling, and was a little tired for a while.

At this time, a peaceful dark golden light lit up in the sarcophagus.

The original crown had been thrown to the ground by Wang Xuanwei, and there was only one set of dragon robes left in the sarcophagus, which included knee-covering, ribbons, bare legs and other objects, but Wang Xuanwei's eyes were strange, and he reached out and lifted the dragon robe, and a palm-sized silver-white crescent-shaped object was revealed in front of him.

He had never felt such solemn power, peaceful but proud, restrained, but with a bit of majesty. It lay quietly in the sarcophagus, obviously a thing, but Wang Xuanwei could feel its pulsation, its ...... Heartbeat.

"It's like ...... Scales?" Wang Xuanwei's gaze was attracted, and at this moment, he could no longer care about anything beside him. The force was calling to him, it woke up, it was excited, and the pulsating pulse that had been peaceful was speeding up in an instant.

Wang Xuanwei stretched out his hand unconsciously, and the black knight beside him shouted with some concern, "General!"

But Wang Xuanwei had already touched the silver-white object like scales, and that power frantically poured into his body.

For a moment, Wang Xuanwei seemed to feel that he was not in this gloomy sarcophagus, but in the towering hall, outside which were endless clouds and towering mountains, and there was nothing beside him.

It's not loneliness, it's empty-sightedness.

He took a step forward, and thunder rolled in his mind. And when he took every step, the thunder exploded violently, and he felt endless power fill his body, but he was not happy, there was a more powerful force that controlled him, and all emotions seemed to be far away from him.

"But it's not my ......" Wang Xuanwei suddenly woke up, his voice filled with disappointment, and then he coughed violently.

He didn't know when he had fallen into it, but when he came out of that illusion, he suddenly felt his whole body loosen, and he almost threw himself on the ground.

With a clanging sound, the crescent-like scales fell back into the sarcophagus. The power in Wang Xuanwei's body disappeared, he felt that his body was light, and his back was wet with sweat at some point, sticking to his back, very uncomfortable.

The rekindled torches in the hands of the black knights crackled, and his eyes were still a little hollow, but they had recovered a lot compared to the previous state of complete distraction. The practice of the Mo family attaches great importance to tempering the spirit, if it is not so, he is afraid that he will be lost in the power that seems to be able to call the wind and rain and never get out again.

Although that state still makes him can't help but reminisce about it, he knows that the person standing in that temple is not him, but someone else. One...... Someone who is completely more powerful than he can imagine.

And he just experienced what it was like to stand in his place.

"General!" the black knight asked worriedly, as he helped him hold the scales, only to feel that his hand that had just held the scales was trembling, "Are you alright?"

"It's fine. Wang Xuanwei said calmly, "Be optimistic about Zhuge Wanling, pay attention to Gao Changgong's every move." ”

Zhuge Wanling didn't care that the black knights were all pointing at him with the Mohist crossbows, although he knew that as long as he made any movement now, these jet-black crossbow arrows would be launched in an instant and fall on his body.

The power of the Mo family's hand crossbow is extremely great, just pulling the bowstring requires the power of three stones, although there is a mechanism designed by the Mo family to reduce the difficulty of winding, but if it is not for these Mo family elite black riders, I am afraid that it will be difficult for others to use these crossbows at all.

He was just a weak scholar who didn't even cultivate, and if these crossbow arrows fell on his body, they would first directly penetrate his not thick body, and the power they brought would make him fly throughout.

"Mr. Wang. By now you should know what it is. Zhuge Wanling said.

Wang Xuan took a slight breath, and with the help of the black horseman, he regained his body, although the power was violent, it did not want to destroy his body, it was just silent for too long, and it needed a place to vent. Naturally, he recovered quickly.

Wang Xuan looked at the crescent-shaped scales slightly, this time, he didn't dare to touch it rashly, although there was still a voice in his heart shouting at him: "Hold it! Hold it! Hold it, you will hold the world!"

But Wang Xuanwei knew that that power did not belong to him, not even to anyone, it only belonged to its former owner.

"I didn't expect that the Divine Dragon Reverse Scale really existed. Wang Xuanwei sighed.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked in shock at the still restless dark golden light in the sarcophagus. Shenlong? Shenlong!

This is almost a legendary artifact, the previous dynasty used the dragon as a totem, and the emperor called himself a dragon, but these dragons have been passed down from generation to generation, until the entire dynasty falls apart, and they have not really seen a single dragon.

Many people suspect that the dragon is nothing more than fiction.

But at this moment, all suspicions have become true, and the dragon really exists!

"Is it dead?" Wang Xuanwei then asked another question that everyone didn't expect.

Ding Mo's eyes flickered, legend has it that the reverse scales of the divine dragon are the most untouchable places in the whole body, as long as it is touched, the divine dragon will be furious, and when it is angry, there will be rolling thunder between heaven and earth, and the heavy rain will continue for several months, until the surging flood will drown everything he can see.

And the most important scales of the divine dragon are here, is the divine dragon dead?