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The ancient Jin Palace.

The Tongming Palace, which was destroyed because of that fierce battle, after Gu Qingfeng summoned almost all the craftsmen in the entire Beilan City and urged them to work day and night. Finally, he was erected again a few days ago.

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, who had only been embraced by Gu Qingfeng for less than a month, stayed in this Tongming Palace.

Yes, he lived in the Hall of Enlightenment.

This is naturally a very strange thing, if you don't live in a good emperor's bedroom, you have to live in the Tongming Palace.

But after seeing the terrifying strength of this new king, no one dared to criticize his actions even the slightest.

He stayed like this for more than ten days, and he was already in it before the light was built.

Except for the old eunuch who often came and went and Gu Qingfeng, the former owner of this palace, the only people who could see the emperor were probably the slaves who were responsible for delivering the food.

But when they were asked, the slaves' faces were filled with fear, and they were silent about what they saw.

It's night.

The wind and snow in the Northland seem to be a little heavier.

It was as if someone had cast a spell and pierced the dome.

Snow was falling heavily, and in the blink of an eye there was a foot of snow - even in the Northlands, such snow was rare.

There is darkness in the Tongming Palace, and the underworld is so dark that there are almost no five fingers, and the name of the temple is contrasted, which inexplicably makes people feel a little ridiculous.

On the high platform, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

The blue light in his eyes flashed.

Immediately, scarlet but dim candles lit in the Tongming Palace.

The candlelight did not dispel the darkness that permeated the room, but made the atmosphere in the hall of light more and more strange.

Through this candle flame, we can finally see the situation in this great hall clearly.

A boy, dressed in an extremely wide robe, was half-lying on a throne on a high platform.

Although his appearance is young, the innate imperial majesty is difficult for people to look at directly.

And in the shadows behind him, there were a few looming figures, and if you counted them carefully, there were as many as fifteen, and they were like statues, no matter how things around them changed.

"Master Wang, how long have you been following me?"

A cold voice came out of the boy's mouth.

His eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow, but he looked straight at the rickety figure under the stage.

"Wechen has been following His Majesty since the beginning of the incident, and to this day, it has been one hundred and fifty-three years and eighty-seven days. ”

The rickety voice in the audience responded, his body lowering even deeper, and his tone was full of humility.

"Really?" the boy asked, his voice deepening.

Although Wechen is old, he has never forgotten this matter. The audience responded.

His voice was a little salty, and the owner who could hear it should be an old man.

"Has it been so long?" said the boy again, his voice suddenly becoming a little vicissitudes, as if he was very nostalgic for the one hundred and fifty-three years.

Then a divine light suddenly burst out of his eyes, and a wave of imperial majesty that covered the world spread out from his body, and rushed straight to the old man in the audience.

His voice was also high-pitched at that time.

"Since you've been with the widow for so long, you should know what the widow hates the most!"

"Your Majesty hates that people lie to you. The people in the audience said, their voices were still full of respect, but they were calm and indifferent.

"Since you know, then I'll let you go and find out Gu Xianjun's whereabouts, why did you tell me that she wasn't there anymore when you went to Nagato!" the boy asked, the anger in his voice clear.

Such words made the old man in the audience pause.

He seemed to ponder for a long time before he said, "The world is already like this, and we must leave him some hope after all." ”

The boy's eyes narrowed at that moment, and he asked in a calm voice, "Do you also think that the widow has done something wrong?"

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, how can there be a mistake? Wechen just did something that Wechen should do, but he never did. The old man said, his body falling more and more rickety, almost parallel to the ground.

"You!" the boy was about to say something, a flash of anger on his face, but a heavy feeling of dizziness came over him, as if something was about to wake up in his mind.

This feeling had been bothering him all these days, so much so that he did many things that surprised him too.

Biruo cooperated with those black gods, handed over Gu Xianjun, and released the true god.

He felt tired, and after all, he was unwilling to pursue the old man in front of him who had followed him for many years.

He shook his head and said, "I have worked hard in the house, so I won't worry about you for the time being, and when I capture Gu Xianjun, I will ask you again!"

After saying that, his body suddenly stood up at that moment, and a majestic spiritual pressure like the sea also surged out of his body at that time.

The next moment, his body seemed to turn into a streamer and escape, but at that moment, the backbone of the old man in the audience, who had been rickety for a hundred years, suddenly lifted a little.

He said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that this time, you can't go. ”

The voice was as hoarse as ever, with a sense of calmness.

The boy was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowing again, and then he looked at the figure in the audience, and the anger that had just subsided welled up on his cheeks again.

"What?

"Weichen didn't dare. The old man said, his spine straightened a little more. "It's just that Your Majesty's dragon body is not safe, please rest more, don't lose a big one because of a small one. ”

I don't know when, the old man's words gradually faded away, and there was even a faint hint of threat.

"What are you, dare to talk to me like this!" the boy's brows were still filled with a strong aura, and the fifteen figures behind him seemed to feel something at that moment, and the same harsh aura burst out of their bodies, and a full fifteen stars lit up above the dome at that time.

Fifteen starlight rays shine brightly, reflecting the resolute, cold, or gloomy faces of those figures.

It was the five kings and thirteen candidates of the Great Wei who once commanded the world, of course, there were a few of them who had fallen in one place or another forever, and could no longer stand behind their former kings, but the only fifteen who remained were enough to make this heaven and earth sway.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and I can't imagine that I haven't had time to drink and talk, so I have to face each other with swords, which is a pity. ”

The old man sighed.

His spine, which had been stiffened for a hundred years, was finally straightened by that time, and a star above the dome that had almost drowned out all the light was also lit up at that time.