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Nanzhou Guitu City Rong clan land, underground palace, bronze coffin.

The soul in the depths of Rong Xian's consciousness was silent for a long time, until she slowly woke up after all her emotions were reined in, as if she had erased all her weaknesses.

There is no one in this world for her to worry about, and there is nothing for her to be nostalgic for.

The soul shook slightly, and Rong Xian could clearly hear the sound of blood trickling in her body.

She didn't pay attention to her situation, but looked at every movement of the Sword Emperor's essence and blood in her body with a sense of surprise.

From the first wisps to the later bits and pieces, the blood gathers into the heart, and from the heart to the whole body.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a hundred years, and all the blood in Rong Xian's body was finally assimilated, and the sun was self-solving.

The majestic vitality and strength poured into the limbs and hundreds of bones, and Rong Xian faintly had an illusion, as if she could stab the sky with her hand.

This omnipotent toughness fascinates her and makes her heart flutter.

Reining in this powerful force, Rong Xian's consciousness began to return.

'Boom!'

In the dark underground palace, a slight and weak heartbeat sounded strangely, which made people feel creepy.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of a heartbeat of 'dong' sounded again.

As time passed, the heartbeat became stronger and more regular.

Until the heart adapts to the changes in the body, until Rong Xian controls all the power.

Inside the bronze coffin, the person who had been closing his eyes tightly finally opened his phoenix eyes.

With the last tomb as the center, the coffins in the underground palace buzzed and vibrate, strange and terrifying.

At the same time, outside the Xiaoqian Realm, the Rong Dynasty of the Middle Thousand Realm, above the Qianjing Imperial Palace, the Qi Luck Golden Dragon, who was resting in the sea of luck clouds, suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to be looking through the layers of space to look at a certain place in the Xiao Qian Realm.

In the palace hall, the man in the black and gold dragon robe with a pale face and a dead body suddenly opened his eyes, he was wearing the crown of the Twelve Heavenly Sons, majestic and deep.

The eyebrows and eyes were as cold as a blade, and the lips were as thin as cicada wings. He clearly sat on the dragon chair, but he didn't look like a king who controlled the world, but like a peerless divine weapon.

"Prime Minister. The emperor spoke softly, his voice was not loud, but it came easily in the main hall, like eternal ice and snow, cold and alarming.

Among the two courtiers standing on the shift, the middle-aged man in the first place on the left took a step, and his plain face was not shocked, only the eyes were shrewd and sharp.

He bent down respectfully and said calmly, "The minister is here." ”

A divine light shot out of the emperor's eyes and rushed into Zuo Xiang's mind, and Zuo Xiang could clearly detect that it was a woman, and it was a woman who was no more than fifty years old and slept in a coffin.

Corresponding to this, there is also a map that guides the woman's location.

He was confused, and he didn't know what the emperor meant.

The emperor seemed to know his doubts, and the cold voice sounded again: "She has my blood in her, find her, bring her to me in the shortest possible time, she will be the next heir of this dynasty." ”

When the words fell, all the courtiers were in an uproar instantly.

Their faces were full of joy and excitement, and the silence that had been before was completely gone.

The bloody aura around Taiwei Baishi condensed for a moment, raised his head and stared at the emperor on the throne with burning eyes, the anger between his eyebrows and eyes faded, and he subconsciously took two steps forward: "The emperor still has bloodline?"

10,000 years ago, His Majesty was seriously injured when he just ascended the throne, and after the war with the Zhao Dynasty 5,000 years ago, His Majesty was seriously injured and was ambushed and could not get out.

The remaining three princes were assassinated two thousand years ago, and the eldest princess was seduced by her feelings to kill them.

Although His Majesty is still alive, under the perennial uproar of the Zhao Dynasty, his serious injuries do not heal and his soul is broken, he just holds on for a breath, and what is even more terrifying is that their dynasty has no heir, which is undoubtedly a blow to everyone.

Now that they suddenly heard that His Majesty's bloodline was alive, how could they not be excited.

The emperor who was high above looked down, his expression was as silent as ice and snow, his back was straighter than that of a green pine, and he was like a sword.

No, he's just a sword.

Even if he was seriously injured and dying, he still couldn't see any weakness.

"The Empress had just awakened the power of the bloodline when I sensed her presence. Without any hesitation, the emperor put the identity of the crown princess on the person who appeared inexplicably.

Emperor Chrysostom said that in the sky above the palace, the long roar of the golden dragon 'Ang' in the sea of luck clouds seemed to be full of joy.

The emperor exudes a faint cold air around him, and there is no human temperature, but it is a sword that is not easy to break: "The imperial historian supervises the whole country, eliminates spies, and waits for the queen to return to the court." Liu Fengchang, the sacrifice of the ceremonial temple is ready, and there is no room for failure. ”

"No. All the courtiers answered in unison, and none of them objected.

They all knew that the emperor would not last long, and that this desperate country needed a ruler who lived a long and healthy life.

The emperor closed his eyes again, as if because of a wish, the eyebrows that had been frowning slightly behind Liuzhu were soothed.

His mind moved, and the golden dragon of luck above the palace opened his eyes, and after the golden dragon exhaled towards the sea of clouds, the sea of luck clouds flew out of a golden dragon of the same size.

After the emperor's consciousness fell into it, the golden dragon quickly disappeared into the Middle Thousand Realms.

In the small thousand worlds, in the underground palace of Guitu City, Rong Xian woke up and found herself lying in a bronze coffin.

With a sweep of consciousness, a layer of grief slowly appeared in her eyes.

This is the burial mound of the Rong people, which was destroyed by a group of mysterious people 1,600 years ago, and later rebuilt after her revenge.

Coffins were placed in every burial chamber here, but there was not a single body in the coffin except for the intimate clothing of the tribesmen, because none of the people had died.

Rong Xian's heart hurt, and she revisited the old land, and the heart-rending pain was still so clear.

Just as she was making a move, a golden dragon came out of thin air and burrowed into her body.

The golden dragon dragon is mighty, like a brilliant sky, brilliant and unforgiving.

Rong Xian's expression froze, and her eyes were full of vigilance.

She immediately closed her eyes and came to Zhihai to examine it carefully, only to find that this golden dragon was lifeless, just the embodiment of luck.

Rong Xian's eyes were full of surprise, and the luck condensed and formed actually existed.

But Rong Xian was very puzzled, how could this luck golden dragon appear on her, could it be because of the essence blood of the Sword Emperor?

When Rong Xian was puzzled, the golden dragon lying in the sea of knowledge opened his eyes, and those eyes burst out with a dazzling golden light, and when the light dissipated, the young man in a dragon robe stood there with his back straight.

Though his face is still young,

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