Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Emperor's Secrets

The heaven and earth at the beginning of chaos were opened up by a crimson of the sun, the round heaven and earth were sprinkled with ruddy brilliance, and an elongated figure was reflected obliquely in the center of Tianyuan Town. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The world in front of him is a brand-new mysterious space for Zhao Haochen. In his eyes, it was like a huge treasure waiting to be unearthed.

"Blood-devouring shrines, is it getting more and more interesting?"

Zhao Haochen's pupils flashed playfully in the bleak morning, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly with a hint of coldness.

Because, he knew that the Blood Devouring Divine Tomb was too related, and there would be people from the Zhuge Family, the Heavenly Poison Sect, and the Holy King Palace, which would save him from running around.

Thinking of the Blood Devouring God Mound, his face was still shrouded in shock. His eyes were sharp ahead, as if he was thinking about something. His mind was rapidly recalling all kinds of fragments at this moment, as if there was an invisible magic force that pulled him back to the past.

After the words of "Blood-devouring God Mound" filled his mind, he remembered it for a long time, as if something was pulling him to explore everything.

"Jianzi, what is the Blood Devouring God Mound?" Facing Jianzi's cold face, it was a nightmare for Zhao Haochen, so Zhao Haochen, who was buried in curiosity, got straight to the point.

"Devouring--Blood--Divine Mound--" Jianzi's lowered head suddenly raised, his eyes were sharp and murderous, his eyes were like hooks, he grabbed Zhao Haochen's body tightly, muttered to himself, and repeated word by word.

However, with each word he spit out, the hidden tyrannical killing intent around him became more obvious, and the air seemed to have life at this moment, condensing into a sharp blade, and the cut air crackled.

Zhao Haochen shuddered, and couldn't help but retreat backwards.

Jianzi's face was pale and bloodless. However, the simmering anger was unbridled and surging through this space.

The breath of the corpse mountain and sea of blood rushed towards Zhao Haochen, and with a muffled snort, a mouthful of red blood could spray out of his mouth and splash to the ground.

In front of his eyes, it seems that a tragic and tragic epic is being performed.

Hearing a muffled snort, Kenko withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, the aura of rage on his body was gone, and the fierceness around him also retreated like a tide.

Zhao Haochen let out a long sigh of relief, and a cold and piercing feeling hit his back, only then did he realize that the sweat stains had wet his clothes.

At this moment, Jianzi found a stone at random, sat on it, his gentle face hung on his face, and his eyes raised slightly to look at Zhao Haochen, as if he wanted to look through the deepest part of his heart.

Zhao Haochen suddenly had a feeling that the sword was a sword between heaven and earth, this cold long sword was across his warm neck, and the cold and sharp sword qi was like a fly seeing blood, wrapping around him.

For a long time, Jianzi sighed softly, grief, resentment, hope, despair, mixed with all kinds of things, looking up to the sky and sighing, telling the sorrow, joy, anger and sorrow of the world.

"That's it, that's it!"

Zhao Haochen had an illusion that the sword seemed to have seen through the world.

This Jianghu is the deepest hidden and the biggest secret, and it began to reveal its true face to Zhao Haochen, and Zhao Haochen was stunned.

A hundred years ago, the rivers and lakes were not like this.

The Sword Emperor Pavilion is a non-existent sect.

The rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes of the Emperor's Court, and the world is the world of the Imperial Court and the Emperor's Court.

The power of the imperial court is all over the rivers and lakes, up to the court, down to the Li people, and as far as the northern desert.

However, overnight, the Imperial Court was bloodstained for thousands of miles, bleeding and drifting.

The three major forces of the Holy King Palace, the Jade Emperor Tower and the Xuantianmen washed the Imperial Court in blood, and the three factions went to it, and the chickens and dogs were not left.

The emperor in retreat was seriously injured by the bloodthirsty old man's sneak attack, and wanted to seek the emperor's peerless secret book "The Emperor's Secret Codex", but the seriously injured emperor's combat power was monstrous, and it was still not something that the bloodthirsty old man could contend with, and the power of a blow made the bloodthirsty old man want to die.

The emperor knew that his fate was numbered, so he carried the emperor's secret book and escaped into the secret passage, waiting for someone who was destined. The bloodthirsty old man was unwilling, so he stayed behind and sealed the emperor's shrine to cut off the emperor's inheritance.

There is no shortage of brave people on the rivers and lakes, relying on their own cultivation to explore the emperor's shrine, but they all fell into the design of the bloodthirsty old man, and since then, no one in the future has ever come close to the emperor's shrine.

The Emperor Shrine was renamed the "Bloodthirsty Shrine" because of this, which is to tell future generations the horror of the bloodthirsty old man.

"Could it be that the Blood Devouring God Tomb really contains the Emperor's Secret Archive?" Zhao Haochen once again regained his identity as a twenty-first century dick, staring at the sword with bright eyes, waiting for his affirmative answer.

Kenko nodded.

"Then why are all the major sects flocking to it now? Then why are they gathering at the edge of the sky?"

Heavy doubts filled Zhao Haochen's narrow eyes, staring at the sword in the dark, he always felt very familiar, but it was very unfamiliar.

He had a strange feeling that he couldn't describe, but it still couldn't resist the curiosity that was imprinted on his heart.

Kenko stood up and stepped back deliberately, hiding his face in the darkness.

A voice came out, and it sounded emotionless, like the friction of cold metal, and like a narrative without sorrow or joy.

Zhao Haochen looked towards that corner, in the dim light, the outline of the sword always looked extremely unfamiliar, but it was so familiar. But he didn't have time to think about it, and the words of the sword hooked his mind deeply.

Tianyuan used to be the sect of the Emperor's Court.

This news was absolutely exciting, and his mind was overturned, he definitely didn't expect that this peaceful and peaceful town would contain such a shocking secret.

Jianzi pondered for a moment, raised his head, his eyes suddenly looked into the distance, and his eyes interpreted the rotation of mountains and rivers and the vicissitudes of life.

"It should have been opened by that person, otherwise with the three major forces such as the Holy King Palace, there would be no such strength at all!"

"The man?"

Jianzi nodded, but he didn't explain more, the two got along for a long time, and Zhao Haochen naturally knew what he meant, so he didn't ask much.

"Sword Emperor Pavilion--" Zhao Haochen wanted to speak and stopped, hesitating, not knowing how to speak.

"The Sword Emperor Pavilion is the strength of the surviving people of the Imperial Court, the emperor was famous for his sword back then, and at the same time, in order to cover up his identity, the Sword Emperor Pavilion had no choice but to name it after the sword, waiting for the opportunity to rise again!"

When he mentioned the emperor, his eyes flashed with admiration, and the qi ji in his eyes shone straight into the sky.

"I didn't expect that the Sword Emperor Pavilion was also given to these three factions......" There seemed to be something in his throat, and his voice was a little choked.

"Imperial Court!" these three words lingered in Zhao Haochen's mind, wandering......