The world of small Kyushu, the Great Chu Dynasty has gone through thousands of years, more than 60 generations of emperors, either virtuous or mediocre, and there are few mediocre people.

Especially after the catastrophe four hundred years ago, the Xiang clan consciously limited the emperor's authority, to prevent tyrannical and mediocre people, ascending to the great treasure, in order to be able to stop it in time, the son of heaven at that time, Emperor Chu Guang also had the same idea, that is, with the Xiang clan and the three Confucian soldiers to make a contract, since him, once the emperor is mediocre and immoral, the clan holds two votes, and the three Confucian soldiers each have one vote, as long as there are more than three votes, the emperor can be dismissed.

This is also the reason for the prosperity of the Great Chu Dynasty after 400 years, now the capital of Kyoto, surrounded by the city wall of up to ten zhang, people come and go on the street, the sound of selling, shouting and shouting is higher than a sound, it seems to be a prosperous scene, the central imperial city is also magnificent, countless glazed tiles shine under the light of the sun, reflecting the brilliance of layers upon layers, the richest and most sinister place in the world, reflecting the heavenly palace and the gods.

But it's a pity that no matter how prosperous the capital is, it can't change the fact that the Great Chu Dynasty is declining, and anyone who is proficient in the method of observing qi and looking at the clouds can see that the surging, vast, lofty, sacred, and grand humane dragon qi over the capital of Great Chu has been cut into several parts, if it weren't for the purple and cyan dynasty Tianzhu around them, I'm afraid the Tianzhu has collapsed.

However, humanity is unbalanced, loopholes in the humanitarian legal network will inevitably appear, and countless shadows and ghosts have appeared in some remote areas, and no grass grows everywhere they pass!

Of course, Da Chu did not lose his morality after all, and countless humanitarian elites still poured into the capital from front to back, loyal to the Son of Heaven, and wanted to repeat the old things of Emperor Chu Guang.

At this time, in the Qin Heavenly Prison, an old man with a pale face and white hair looked at the starry sky, his face changed slightly, and in his hand, he said in a low voice: "Is it here again?"

He turned his head and ordered someone to bring a jade box, and when he opened it, he saw a dark spirit turtle placed in the box, and the limbs and heads of the spirit turtle were tied with silver chains, and each chain on this silver chain was branded with a rune.

The old man stretched out his hand and gently stroked the spirit turtle, stroking every vein on the turtle's back, this spirit turtle was also psychic, knowing that his limit had come, and his soybean-like eyes shed a tear.

The old man lightly knocked on the tortoise shell of the spirit turtle a few times, and a stream of turquoise flames gushed out from the seven orifices of the spirit turtle, but in a moment, all its flesh and bones were refined, condensed into several essences, integrated into the tortoise shell, shook his sleeves, and several golden lights fell into the tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell was burned in the fire, and a mysterious aura descended from the sky, and after a soft sound, the tortoise shell exploded, the flames were extinguished, and only a few fragments burst out.

The old man's face was blue, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, the smell of blood was permeated, and the boy who was serving on the side was about to step forward, when he saw a black gas surging up the old man's pale cheeks, "Poof! Poof!" The old man's eyes exploded, and there were only two bloody holes left in the eye sockets, and the surrounding skin quickly festered and turned into sores, and a foul smell instantly covered the smell of blood, and the boy only felt that his abdomen was rolling, and his throat was burning.

"Remember, tell Your Majesty that they... Here it is..."The old man pulled the boy abruptly, explained a few words, the skin and flesh all over his body festered and withered, and in an instant, the originally solemn Qin Tianjian seemed to have become a slaughterhouse, full of fishy and foul smell.

At the moment of the old man's death, several places in Xiao Kyushu also gave birth to inductions.

On a small hillside ten miles east of the capital, in the center of a splendid temple, the old monk who was quietly chanting suddenly opened his eyes, got up and looked at Kyoto, and said with some surprise: "It stands to reason that the little guy's life should be ten years away, but he died at this time?"

"Wait, it's been almost a hundred years since the last time the celestials came, and it stands to reason that they should have come during this time, could it be that the little guy wants to deduce their origins?"

He was the only one in the empty treasure hall, but compared to the original scriptures, what he was reciting at the moment was very strange, disorganized, and conflicting, chaotic, but peculiar Yes, this chanting sound like a cloud of noise contained a different kind of charm, so that those who heard it couldn't help but indulge in it.

In the netherworld, in a dark and gloomy realm, there is a huge city, the front of the city is hung in vain, the sky is extremely noisy, as if there are thousands of evil ghosts and ghosts crying in it, the surface of the city is engraved with countless fine ghost texts, and the breath of the netherworld gathers, absorbed by these demonic lines, distorts the surrounding netherworld rules, and opens up an alternative realm in the netherworld.

Suddenly, a light sound sounded from the depths of the city of vain death, and a majestic figure wearing a dark imperial robe and a flat crown sat on a throne surrounded by nine dark dragons, his imperial robe was painted with scenes of eighteen layers of hell and six reincarnations, and the flat crown had nine white jade crowns hanging down to cover his face.

At the moment of the old man's death, the breath of the vast sea emanated from him, and then a broken treasure wheel appeared behind him, and there were three hazy worlds like real on the wheel, although each was incomplete, but the breath was grand and deep, and it was difficult to see the edge.

Through the hazy atmosphere, you can see that the top world is extremely wonderful, there are heavenly flowers, there are golden lotus, there are strange flowers and fruits, there are towers and palaces, handsome and abnormal celestial people sing and laugh in it, and enjoy the boundless blessings.

The world in the middle is like a projection of the world, cities and villages, princes of the Son of Heaven, ordinary people, coming and going, bursts of smoke, evolving all kinds of red dust scenery, there are old people who enjoy family happiness, there are couples with abnormal love, friends who are in trouble with life and death, and some are ungrateful.

The world at the bottom is a projection of the netherworld, in which the phantom of the Netherworld and the eighteen layers of hell are displayed, but these projections will collapse under some wonderful force every time they are about to take shape, and it is the most imperfect of the three worlds in the treasure wheel.

"Huh? That guy is dead? Strange, why don't I have any traces of him falling into the netherworld here? The Great Chu Ghost Kingdom doesn't have this ability, so it can only be that he has already lost his soul, who did he provoke?"

This person who was suspected of being a Netherworld Emperor looked up at the Great Chu Ghost Kingdom.

The Great Chu Ghost Kingdom has been enshrined by the Great Chu Dynasty's thousand-year-old luck, and it is naturally a group of palaces, and the light is eternal, but at this time, in the originally peaceful ghost country, the lords of the past generations gathered in the largest palace in the ghost country, and they were favored by humanity, and they all had a trace of golden essence on their bodies, in addition to that, according to the merits in front of them, the body exuded a bright or dark light flame.

The weakest of them were the rare mediocre kings of Great Chu, who had been in power for a short time, and there was no attack, and the white light on their bodies was faintly undetectable, sitting near the door of the main hall, unable to make a sound.

The strongest of them sat in the center of the main hall, and the crimson light on their bodies was thick, like substance, condensing into a light wheel behind them, and there was a little golden light in the center, shining more than three feet in a radius.

"The Lord of Qintian is dead, but he has not returned to the Ghost Kingdom, the reason is clear to everyone, I don't know what you think?"

"Heaven and man came into the world, what can be done? Back then, I was able to win, that was the destiny of heaven, and now that Dachu is dividing itself, how can there be any possibility of turning the tables, not to mention that Shushan, Dragon Tiger, Qingcheng, Maoshan, Shuiyue and other sects have more or less collected some information about heaven and man in the past three hundred years, and it is impossible to help us like at the beginning, and our chances of winning are too small. "Emperor Chu Guang's body is not inferior to the founding lord who is regarded as the reincarnation of the thunder god, and his opinions make everyone dare not despise him.

A country lord with a range of light and flames covering nearly a zhang spoke: "In this case, I might as well recreate the old things of Emperor Guang back then, and leave some hope for Da Chu......