Chapter 897 The Thirteen Counties Promised
The roots of life in heaven and earth are fundamental, strong and everlasting, shaped like the marrow and bones of the human body’s aura, deeply rooted.
If the subject’s consciousness is not willing, no matter it is the innate spiritual root or the acquired spiritual root.
Even if it is taken by strong external force, it can only break the spiritual root into pieces, and it is absolutely impossible to take it out completely and preserve its spirituality.
But Bai Lian just used his hand to extract spiritual roots from the air, and Ying Xiu had no defense against it.
He was as light and simple as picking something out of a bag. He left the body completely without any damage, and not even a trace of spiritual power was leaked.
The seemingly sparse and ethereal white wind lines actually surrounded the six spiritual roots like an iron barrel.
The method is amazing and amazing!
Ying Xiu covered his heart. For a moment, his body was like a sieve with holes, and the spiritual energy was pouring out. He looked at Bailian in pain and horror: "What kind of magic did you use!"
Shen Tu thought that Bai Lian was coveting His Highness Ying Xiu’s six spiritual roots and was trying to take it for himself, so he said angrily: “How dare you touch His Highness’s spiritual roots! I shall be punished!”
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After roaring angrily, the palm of his hand was vomiting energy and murderous intent. He wished he could violently kill him immediately.
Han Qi's eyes were like fire, and he observed the details, as if he had noticed it, and stopped him: "Wait a minute, King's Palace! This seems to be..."
Before Han Qi could finish his words, Baili An lowered his eyes and stared at the spiritual root, and faintly uttered one word: "Broken!"
This word was like words and deeds. Without any movement on his part, the silver fish in the center of the spiritual root on the lamp shone brightly.
The six spiritual roots shattered in response, turning into specks of light, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.
Everyone was dumbfounded and took a breath of cold air. Tianling Gai was shocked.
Han Qi's eyes shone brightly, and he forcibly held down Shen Tu who was about to explode, with a strange expression on his face:
"This is the self-created secret technique of Prince Shen of the ancient Yin Kingdom, Qian Ji" The seal can control the thirty-six magical spiritual roots!”
The prince of the ancient Yin Kingdom officially set foot on the spiritual root path two hundred years ago, creating his own Thousand Machine Seal and specializing in the study of spiritual roots.
So far, countless spiritual roots have been born from his hands, but there are only thirty-six top-quality spiritual roots that have become famous and known to the world.
Whenever the acquired spiritual root comes from Shen Jibai's hand, there will be a small Thousand Machine Seal.
Those who hold this seal will be destroyed by breaking words, and those who create their own spiritual roots will not be able to respond to any one!
The man in front of me comes from Zhongyou, so of course he cannot be the famous prince of the Immortal Kingdom.
But since he can hold the Thousand Machine Seal, it means that this seal was given by the prince of the Immortal Kingdom.
That Shen Jibai could actually hand over the decision-making power of destroying every work he cherishes to others? !
This kind of behavior means that all of his hundreds of years of hard work has been put into the hands of one person.
Crazy! What a madman!
Regardless of who this young man is, the origin of the six-path spiritual root in His Highness Yingxiu's body is undoubtedly the truth stated by this young man.
A defective spiritual root with extremely harmful side effects was a gift from the Grand Leader of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
No one can imagine what kind of price His Highness the Prince paid to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance in exchange for such a spiritual root.
This kind of power obtained by relying on shortcuts and external forces is all illusory, and the spiritual roots are not long-lasting. How can His Highness have the confidence to express such heroic ambitions.
Isn’t this going to ruin my future? !
The way the courtiers in Zhongyou looked at Ying Xiu had completely changed. They no longer respected him as if they were hopeful and worshiped him as the Lord God. They went from being full of hope to being completely disappointed.
Usility can be forgiven, but it is selfish and abominable to risk everything in Zhongyou with your mediocre aspirations.
Some courtiers expressed their hatred and asked: "Why did His Highness the Crown Prince do this? The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance is so ambitious that it spent so much time supporting the Crown Prince to succeed to the throne, but does it have plans for me, Zhongyou?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really ignorant in his actions. He is still too young. I see that your Highness the Crown Prince should stop thinking about this matter of supervising the country!"
Bringing outsiders into the palace of government is an act of great disrespect. , as the prince of a country, leading foreign cultivators to set foot in Zhongyou Holy Land, this intention is inherently impure.
It is even more shameful and hateful to deceive your own people and covet the throne by possessing fake spiritual roots!
There has been great injustice in the hearts of everyone, but they are still intimidated and fearful of Ying Ji Tianwei. Although their words are questions, they do not dare to be too presumptuous.
But the pointing eyes of countless people were like poisonous snakes twisting and dancing above Ying Xiu's head, seeming to swallow him whole.
Ying Xiu felt like he was going to be stabbed to pieces by that gaze. He stared blankly at the mottled light and dust fragments all over the ground. The loss of power, the separation of spiritual roots, and the hidden injuries in his body that could no longer be suppressed were as dense as the spread of a poisonous disaster. The ground crawled onto his skin and cheeks.
The traces of the poisonous fire spreading are really identifiable.
The ministers of Zhongyou who were able to enter the Imperial Palace were all very knowledgeable, and they recognized the spreading scars on his face at a glance.
It was clearly a backlash injury caused by forcibly controlling the Ghost King Lamp and using it improperly!
Qiao Yu seemed to have a sudden light at this moment, and the mystery that had puzzled him for three years was finally clear.
Although Emperor Taiyin harbored great hatred for Baili Yu, what kind of person was the Emperor? He was the most powerful immortal from ancient times to the present, the ruler of Nine Netherworlds, and the supreme existence between heaven and earth.
Even though he had murderous intentions towards Bailiyu, and even affected his fellow disciples, he left behind the out-of-control Ghost King Lantern, led corpses to the world, and slaughtered the common people, which is confusing no matter how you look at it.
What if the Emperor’s original intention of leaving the lamp behind was not to teach the Tianxi Sword Sect, but then someone else turned on the Ghost King’s lamp with the help of a trace of the Emperor’s bloodline, causing a catastrophe!
It made the immortal cultivating sects from all over the world hate Zhongyou, causing trouble to flow eastward.
Three years later, he appeared in Zhongyou again as a savior who turned the tide. It seemed that he was helping Zhongyou out of trouble, but in fact he was pressing hard on his biological mother and eyeing the throne. Use formal methods to increase your own worth and value.
Looking back now and carefully considering the taste, isn't it like having a big cake brought to your doorstep?
Isn’t it just a mental illness to help outsiders paint a pie for one’s own people and bring trouble to one’s own family?
"The prince is too ignorant! No matter how sorry the Tianxi Sword Sect is to Your Majesty, it is also your father's clan!
For the Tianxi matter, the prince can remain indifferent, but How could you want to do harm like this?" The courtier in Zhongyou was furious when he recognized the traces.
"If the prince can have the intention of killing his father today, he can have the intention of killing his mother tomorrow! After all these things today, the prince is obviously lacking in virtue! He is not worthy to be the master of my Zhongyou!"
"Not worthy of being the Lord of Zhongyou?" Ying Xiu just listened quietly like a dead person.
Hearing the last sentence, all his chaotic thoughts were instantly hollowed out, and his face suddenly turned as white as a ghost.
A pair of eyes were filled with a layer of cruel and crazy scarlet bloodshot eyes, as if the most sensitive nerve had been severely touched.
He smiled lowly and looked around like a lone wolf in a desperate situation. His eyes were dark and boundless:
"Gu is the son of Emperor Zhongyou, with the blood of Jiuyou. Gu’s mother hasn’t spoken yet, so what qualifications do you have to judge whether Gu is right or wrong!”
Ying Xiu's palm was tightly covering his chest, and his five fingers dug deeply into the bright red wound without knowing the pain, and the blood stained a large part of his sleeve red.
His expression was as if he was crazy, and he was approaching the position where the courtiers in Zhongyou were standing step by step. His eyes were sinister, but his staggering steps seemed to be stuck in a swamp and he couldn't extricate himself!
"What can you do if you are angry? Did you move the ghost king's lamp? Did you attract the anger from all directions and put Zhongyou into danger! You covet the throne and want to replace your mother! But that So what!" His steps became more and more unsteady, his spiritual power leaked out crazily, and the red flesh on his face rolled up. The scars completely destroyed the original beauty of the face, leaving only a twisted and ferocious look:
"It is only natural that a mother plots for her son! It is true that Gu is the one who harmed Zhongyou! But don't we all? Are you living well? Did you ever kill a Zhongyou person?
Since Gu has the ability to stir up this storm, he naturally has the ability to calm it down!
Isolated as the crown prince for more than two hundred years, he strived for perfection in everything, regardless of the size of the affairs of the court.
Working hard personally can only earn you a reputation for diligence. But overnight, if you make a small mistake, you will be punished with sharp words like a knife and your heart will be punished! "
His eyes were mocking and sarcastic: "It really corresponds to the saying that if you accumulate good deeds for hundreds of years, few will know about it; if you do evil for one day, it will be heard all over the world!
It is true that today's loneliness has lost people's hearts, but what can this change? As long as Gu is still the prince of Zhongyou, you will all be Gu's subordinates!
So what if you know the truth? So what if you use fake spiritual roots to deceive the world!
Mother has not yet given her holy will! Is it possible that you really dare to destroy Gubucheng!
Don’t forget, Zhongyou is the dynasty of the Ying family! Without the Ying family's bloodline to continue the dynasty, Zhongyou would only be reduced to a piece of loose sand! ”
“Don’t forget your identity and situation. From the beginning, it’s not that I need you, but you that need me!” "
"You are so arrogant and lawless! ”
Qiao Yu from the Three Kings Palace was so angry that he almost bit his teeth to pieces at these words.
He raised his hand and a bolt of lightning struck out, hitting Ying Xiu on the shoulder and knocking him to the ground hard.
He lowered his eyes coldly and looked down at His Highness the Crown Prince who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and then tied him tightly with two more thunder ropes.
He said coldly: "You keep saying that His Majesty is crazy and incapable of running the government. Now it seems to me that His Royal Highness is not only crazy, but also ignorant and stupid! Selfish!"
Ying Xiu fell to the ground, unable to struggle. The rope turned into thunder tightened his skin and penetrated deeply into his bones, making him miserable.
Meeting Qiao Yu's eyes that wanted to kill people, he sneered coldly: "You are right, even the cynical Three Kings Palace would not dare to take the life of His Highness easily!"
< br>He raised his head high, breathing heavily, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.
The black hair at the temples was wetted by sweat due to the pain in the body, and stuck to the wounds on the face. The black hair contrasted with the black hair, making it look more like a ghost who was not allowed to be reincarnated in hell!
"I am guilty! It is not your turn to decide!"
Seeing that Ying Xiu's tough attitude was like crazy, Shen Tu knew that the situation today was completely lost.
Although the six Yin Kings are not qualified to kill the prince, in Zhongyou, in terms of real power, they are far superior to the prince who has made no achievements.
When the emperor breaks the law, he is guilty of the same crime as the people.
Ying Xiu has committed such a heinous crime, and his succession to the throne today is even more unjust and unjust.
Although the six Yin Kings could not kill him, they had enough reason to punish him with three hundred thunders and send him to hell!
Right now, the only thing Ying Xiu can rely on is the mother-son relationship with His Majesty.
In the final analysis, the mistakes he made were serious or minor.
Three years ago, the disaster of ghouls caused the death of some monks in the world. Fortunately, the Tianxi Sword Sect guided them in time and the casualties were not considered heavy.
The road is vast and human life is slim.
If the benefits given to those monks were generous enough, would the dead monk sect really dare to compete with Zhongyou?
Today's loss of power is difficult to make up for. For the current plan, we can only endure the humiliation and bear the burden and make plans again.
Once Ying Xiu's situation was over, it was a foregone conclusion. The disciples of the immortal sects who came with him saw that the situation was not good, and they also wanted to retreat.
In the Seventy-sixth Tribulation Realm of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, a man wearing the purple robe of a direct disciple of the saber-toothed tiger stood up and said in a serious voice:
"I am Sima of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance. Yan, three years ago in the White Camel Mountain Ghost King Lantern Incident, 300,000 ghouls poisoned the world.
This calamity was originally thought to be caused by Taiyin. The Emperor Taiyin is a sage and sage, and among us, we have some scruples, lest we offend His Majesty."
Sima Yan glanced at Ying Xiu indifferently. He glanced at it and said: "But today it seems that the initiator of the disaster three years ago was actually His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of your dynasty?
In this way, the relationship between Zhongyou and Zhongyou is very important. If we don't explain it to our Immortal Alliance today, I'm afraid we won't give up on this matter easily. ”
Qiao Yu looked at him coldly, his eyebrows raised high, as if he was filled with anger.
The majesty of the Zhongyou Dynasty had never been provoked so lightly in front of the palace of government. ?
Seventy-six Tribulation Immortals , this skill seems to be enough to dominate the world, but he seems to have forgotten that this is the Zhongyou Dynasty, and what they are facing are the six Yin Kings that Zhongyou should not provoke.
The murderous intention emerges. The terrifying invisible pressure rises!
But Sima Yan, who claimed to be a disciple of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, was not afraid at all. He held his head high and continued: "We have come here sincerely, but Zhongyou's divination cannot work. How can we still want to kill rashly?"
< br>He Xiu Although he was far inferior to the King of Yin, he refused to give up his momentum. He took a step forward with a fearless aura of risking life and death:
"I and other disciples of the Immortal Sect entered the center with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of your dynasty. You beg for explanation, all directions Everyone has seen it. If the Lords of the Yin King are killing people here today, I wonder what the people in this world will think of the Zhongyou Dynasty."
Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes and said with anger. Do you really think that this palace dare not Touch you? "
He didn't move a step, but there was terrible pressure in his words, which forced Sima Yan's body to suddenly dwarf, as if thousands of mountains were falling, and his seven orifices slowly overflowed with scarlet. of blood comes.
Sima Yan had a cruel smile on his face, spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, snorted coldly, and with great difficulty took out a piece of deed paper with red gold and lace embroidery from his arms despite the huge weight.
On the top of the deed are the names of each of the thirteen capitals of Zhongyou. At the end, there is the imprint of Ying Xiu's private seal. The imprint is bright red and it is the prince's blood that inscribes the seal on the ink pad.
Seeing this scene, not to mention Qiao Yu, the expressions of everyone in the hall, including Shen Tu, suddenly changed, as if they had seen an extremely shocking scene, and their faces were full of horror.
Bailian glanced at the object in the man's hand, and a deep coldness slowly brewed in his eyes.
Sima Yan sneered and said: "What the Zhongyou Dynasty did three years ago was enough to make the world angry and resentful. In recent days, hundreds of immortal sects have already joined forces with the intention of crusade. If it weren't for the prince Xu of your dynasty, The thirteen Zhongyou people are here to apologize. Do you think you can still be so stable now? ”
(End of this chapter)