Inside the Dashun Palace, inside the main hall.

After sending Liu Tu to the stone tablet world, King Dashun sat on the throne and thought. "After so many days, Chen Guhong should be very weak. Even if he didn't die, he couldn't compete with Liu Tu's power. It's easy to let his body die and transform into a ghost. ”

"But after such an unyielding person becomes a ghost, I am afraid that he will be emotional. I'll prepare some delicious yang energy first, as well as a beautiful singer, and when he is brought out by Liu Tu, he can enjoy the supreme pleasure of being a ghost. ”

A slight smile appeared on the face of King Dashun, and he stretched out his hand and patted it.

"Smack!"

With two crisp applause, a beautiful palace maid walked in and said to King Dashun, "What does Your Majesty command?"

King Dashun told him to go down, and the palace maid went down to prepare. Soon after, delicious yang energy was brought up and placed in a special jug that was treated as a drink.

Immediately, the beautiful singer and the musician who played the beautiful music walked in one after another.

Everything is ready, just wait for the third sword emperor to appear.

"My Great Shun Kingdom will become even stronger because of his arrival. King Dashun pinched the wine glass, smiled and drank a breath of yang energy, and felt happy.

This kind of singer is a singer who entered the world of stone tablets with King Dashun thousands of years ago, and her status is very high. The foreman's singer is called Chen Ji, who has a very beautiful goose egg face, snow-white skin, augmentation of the chest and graceful waist, and is known for being able to sing and dance, and is the most favored one among the singers.

Seeing that the king was drinking alone, with a smile on his face, the musicians and singers were all there, but they did not give orders to play and dance. Chen Ji was very strange, and when she was favored, she boldly asked, "Your Majesty, why do you drink alone?"

King Dashun was in a happy mood, so he told Chen Ji about it.

"Is that the Sword Emperor with a strong sword aura? The Third Sword Emperor is really gratifying. Chen Ji hurriedly said hello, then rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "For this great event, how about the concubine dance solo for His Majesty?"

"You're still the same, and you'll please me. But today's protagonist is not me, you can save your energy and dance for the Sword Emperor to your heart's content. "Although the beauty is beautiful, King Dashun is smiling.

"Your Majesty!" Chen Jilian moved and threw herself into the arms of King Dashun, coquettish.

"Hahaha. King Dashun laughed.

There are beauties beside her. There is a delicious yang energy to drink on the table, and the arrival of the third sword emperor is about to be ushered in. Today's Dashun King is happy, very happy.

"Click!"

At that moment, a small sound sounded, as if a stone was shattering, as if something had been broken.

King Dashun didn't react in a hurry, and the jade pendant of the stone tablet world hanging on his waist shattered into powder and floated away with the wind. At the same time, an endless stream of ghostly energy rose into the sky.

A gust of wind was formed. Ravaging the whole world. The wind came suddenly, violently, and violently. And the main hall where King Dashun is located is the center of the wind.

"Ahhhh

Chen Ji and the rest of the singers, the musicians let out a scream. Like a person in a typhoon, it flew lightly into the sky, and people struggled in the air, terrified.

"Whoa!"

The palace hall was built not long ago. The sea is very new, but it is blown away in all directions. Not only the main palace hall, but the entire palace. The entire imperial capital was blown away.

Everywhere there was the sound of tiles flying and stones falling to the ground. Everywhere there are screams that ghosts can't avoid and are blown away. Endless, the dense ghost aura that almost formed like water instantly enveloped the sky above the imperial capital.

"How can this be?" In the palace hall, King Dashun stabilized his body and looked at all this in front of him, very shocked.

Then something even more shocking happened, in the midst of this endless ghostly aura, a golden light and a red light snuggled together and rose to the sky.

The aura of dignity, majesty, and divinity spreads mightily. Falling in this imperial capital shrouded in endless ghosts and ghosts, it seems that the gods have descended to hell, so magnificent and bright.

King Dashun narrowed his eyes and looked at the red-golden pillar of light in the void.

"What's that???"

"Such a powerful breath, I feel like I'm facing a god?"

"It's dangerous, I think if I get close to that breath, I'm going to turn to ashes. ”

At this moment, the wind became weak, and the endless ghosts that were blown away stabilized their figures, and looked at the golden pillar of light in the sky in disbelief.

"Infinite disappearance means infinite shock. Is that Chen Guhong?" In a ruin of the palace, Shi Miaomiao stood on it, her long skirt mopping the floor, wearing a golden phoenix crown on her head, her pure black hair fluttering in the wind, her temperament was outstanding, and she was glamorous all over the world, and the corner of her mouth showed a smile that was not very surprised, and said.

Immediately, Shi Miaomiaolian moved and flew towards King Dashun. At the same time, nine powerful auras shot up into the sky.

These breaths are either fierce, or heroic, or brazen, but they are the nine ghost generals under the command of the King of Dashun, and they all fell around the King of Dashun, each head and horn are grandiose, and they are very majestic.

"Your Majesty!"

They bowed down.

King Dashun just waved his hand, and then stared at the pillar of light with a pair of eyes, his eyesight was amazing, and he vaguely saw the figure inside the pillar of light.

And the rest of the people immediately saw it, only to see that the golden and red pillar of light slowly dimmed, and a scholar walked out from the inside.

This scholar is wearing Confucian clothes, with a scarf on his head, cloth shoes under his feet, and a bamboo cane in his hand.

But it's not.

I saw that this scholar was very handsome, with a slender and generous body. The skin on the body is snow-white and crystalline, with a little red treasure light, and there is a jade seal suspended on the head, which is slightly floating and exuding red and white.

The red aura fell, protecting the scholar Zhou's body.

The white aura hovers overhead, like a tiger entrenched, murderous.

Looking at the scholar's eyes again, the light is even more amazing, one is red, the other is golden, at the beginning it turned into two zhang long lights, which are incomparable, and then gradually dissipate, hidden in the pupils, more restrained and noble.

This scholar looks like a scholar, but he is by no means an ordinary scholar. At this moment, he came out of the pillar of light, as if he had come out of a myth, with a lofty artistic conception, which was very within the reach of people.

"Chen Guhong?"

"Chen Guhong?"

The nine ghost generals were all shocked and shouted loudly. Isn't he trapped in the world of the stele? how could he have reappeared, and be so extraordinary?

"Sure enough, it was him. The corners of Shi Miaomiao's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile rather than a smile.

"Where's my King Liu?"

King Dashun took a deep look at Chen Guhong, and then asked. (To be continued.) )