Chapter 39: Immortal Hegemony (Fifth Update, Asking for a Monthly Pass!!)
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Why did Gu Fangtian beg him so grovellingly in this matter, Su Changan would not let Gu Xianjun put him in danger no matter what.
He was about to open his mouth to say something, but at that moment, a spiritual power like the top of Mount Tai violently enveloped the two people in the Cold and Summer Pavilion.
The cultivation of the two of them was all asking, so they reacted at the same time, and they opened their domains one after another to resist this overwhelming spiritual pressure.
However, the strength of the spiritual pressure far exceeded the expectations of the two people present, and it was just a face-to-face effort.
Su Changan was restrained in place, and he couldn't even do something as simple as moving his lips.
And Gu Fangtian's face turned pale, his body retreated violently, and he fell straight down on the Taishi chair behind him.
"God, you have disappointed my father. ā
An old voice rang out at that moment.
Looking at the entire northern land, the people who dare to call Gu Fangtian like this are the only ones who think of the old lady of the Gu family.
"Su Gongzi is rude, which makes you laugh. The voice continued, although he didn't know where Gu Qingfeng was at the moment, his voice was as clear as if it sounded in Su Changan's ears.
"If you don't give up, come to the main hall and talk to the old decay. ā
Naturally, this is extremely polite, and it also has the meaning of inquiry. However, the restraints on Su Chang'an's body showed no signs of being untied, he couldn't say anything, and of course he couldn't refuse Gu Qingfeng's request.
The door of the Cold Summer Pavilion was pushed open by some unknown force, and Su Changan's body involuntarily turned in the direction of the door under the hostage of that force.
"Evil slave, don't hurry up and lead the way for Su Gongzi!" Gu Qingfeng suddenly shouted, the coachman who had been guarding outside the house knew that the matter was exposed, and his body suddenly trembled, how dare he disobey, he came to Su Chang'an with a lot of urine, and he was about to lead him to the main hall in Gu Qingfeng's mouth.
And at this moment, the force that bound Su Changan's body all dispersed.
Su Changan knew that this was deliberately done by Gu Qingfeng, and he was sure that Su Changan would not dare to make any changes, and in fact, it was the same.
Su Changan had killed the Star Death, but he relied on the opportunity created for him by the sacrifice of the three thousand swordsmen, and now the souls of the three thousand swordsmen had fallen asleep in his Futu Sword, and he had lost the capital to compete with the Star Death. Naturally, he didn't dare to do anything that violated his consciousness under Gu Qingfeng's nose.
He turned his head and glanced deeply at Gu Fangtian, who was sitting on the Taishi chair with a pale face, and then followed the horse groom to the main hall of the Jin Palace.
The main hall of the Jin Palace's mansion is naturally extremely magnificent.
Su Changan walked through the marble-paved steps in front of the main hall, pushed open the door made of fragrant wood and inlaid with gold edges, and stepped in.
This hall is naturally very large, and the depth alone is thirty zhang away.
And the candles are bright, and the hall is illuminated as if it were day.
Su Changan began to look at the scene in this hall, the two old men stood on both sides under the high platform, one of them, Su Changan had the honor to see, was the prince who led Gu Xianjun and his group to flee to the north. After many years, he is still like that, with low eyebrows and a bow, and he has never looked up at Su Changan.
The other old man, although his hair was white, was full of energy, and his body was thin, but his waist was straight. There was a sudden starlight flickering in his eyes, thinking that this person must be the old lady of the ancient family, Gu Qingfeng, the king of Jin.
But what moved Su Changan the most were the two figures on the high platform.
One of them sat on the table, and one stood behind the man.
There was a young girl standing there, with a face like a peach blossom, dressed in red, and extremely beautiful.
But at this moment, her brows were furrowed, she seemed to be quite depressed, when she saw Su Changan, the girl's body was obviously shocked, and when she came back to her senses, she looked anxious and wanted to say something to Su Changan, but when the words came to her mouth, she seemed to have some scruples, and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.
Su Changan saw all this.
He could sense the woman's concern for him, so he gave her a look to reassure her, and his gaze finally fell on the man sitting on the desk, nay, the boy.
This boy is Xiahou Lin who came to Su Chang'an's room last night to take away the gourd left by Fu Sanqian, of course, to be precise, it should be Xiahou Haoyu who was resurrected after Xiahou Lin's body.
At this moment, he was sitting upright on a high platform, holding a scroll in his hand, opening it and placing it in front of him, as if admiring what was on it.
And he was extremely focused on this process, and he also turned a blind eye to Su Changan's appearance, and everyone in the hall did not dare to disturb the boy at all, just stood quietly aside, waiting for him to finish the things in his hand.
After a long time.
The boy slowly put down the scroll, and with the power of the spirit of the Emperor River, Su Changan faintly glimpsed that the top of the scroll seemed to have four big characters written on it: "Great Wei River and Mountain". Even Su Changan, who doesn't know much about the way of pen and ink, has to admit that those four words are extremely vigorous and powerful, and they are very good-looking.
"Huh. ā
The corner of the boy's mouth suddenly sketched a smile as he put down the scroll.
"The king does not know where the rivers and mountains are, and he has misunderstood me in the world for sixty years. ā
He groaned softly in his mouth, and when he finished, a sigh suddenly erupted from his mouth, accompanied by a burst of extremely rampant laughter.
"Good poetry, good poetry!"
His voice echoed through the great main hall, and at last it gradually fell silent, but no one responded to him.
And at this moment, as if he had just discovered Su Changan, he raised his eyes to look at Su Changan very lazily.
"You're here?" he said, his voice extremely slow, but with a look of arrogance.
"Hmm. Su Changan straightened his waist at that time, and his eyes met the emperor's gaze without giving in.
He finally met this emperor of the ages, and the countless questions in his heart finally came to be solved at this moment.
"The Yongning Pass was broken, and millions of soldiers died in Limin, and the people died in Xiliang. ā
"Xiling Pass is broken, and your Martial King Fu Sanqian is dead. ā
"Xijiang City is broken, and your first god of Great Wei will die. ā
"Beitong Xuan is also dead, Xu Rang is also dead, and the three thousand Jiangdong swordsmen are also dead. ā
"I think you should give them an account. ā
Su Changan asked, his voice calm, but there was a kind of extremely strong killing intent hidden under the calm.
But in the face of Su Changan's aggressive questioning, the emperor waved his hand very lazily, as if these were trivial matters that didn't matter to him.
"Any sacrifice is worth it for the sake of great things. ā
He responded.
After Su Changan heard this, his eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and the momentum around him soared, as if he had begun to climb upwards endlessly.
His knife was in his hand, and his knuckles were a little white because he had pressed too hard.
"That's a million living lives, and among them are the ones I cherish the most! What great cause do you tell me?
Su Changan asked almost roaringly.
But the look on the emperor's face was still indifferent.
He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the angry lion-like young man in the audience, and said word by word.
"Immortal hegemony. ā