The most difficult system to open in history

However, the situation in the land of Taixuan is changing. Even the emperor of the Shang Kingdom will die young, not to mention the exhaustion of lifespan. According to the rules of the Shang Kingdom, once the royal heir who ranks first falls, the next emperor will die. It will automatically advance forward, and so on.

Therefore, in the tens of thousands of years, the princes of the Central Kingdom have been rotated one crop after another, and the eighth prince of this generation is named Yin Qing.

For Yin Qing, the people of Shangguo Tangdu in the central government are no strangers, because he is a well-known genius in cultivation throughout Tangdu, and after tonight, all the people of Shangguo will remember this young prince even more firmly.

It was raining heavily, and outside the huge city of Shangxiao, everyone seemed to have been cast with the magical power of silence, and it was difficult to say anything, and then the breathing of these people suddenly became extremely rapid.

Because strands of extremely dazzling blood began to flow out from behind the door along the rain in the city, and at the same time, the bloody smell wafting out of the void became more pungent and disgusting.

Waves of blood poured out, and the aura of killing rolled up and down, making the back of the half-opened city gate of Shangxiao seem to be a real Shura hell, and in front of the hell, the eight princes of the Central Shang Kingdom stood motionless with their swords.

"Xiaoba, it's me, it's my aunt."

After the initial call was not answered, the old woman's old face showed a little eagerness, and then she moved forward faster on crutches, a trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of the figure in front of her, and she continued to speak :

"Come on, healing monk, where is the healing monk?"

Before the voice fell, Yin Qing, who was motionless in front of him, finally had some reaction. He slowly raised his lowered eyes, stared at the old woman who was eagerly approaching, and said softly:

"It turns out that there is my aunt outside the city. No wonder these bastards have to spend a lot of money to set up a purple sky thunder formation to isolate the city wall."

Yin Qing's voice was not loud, even a little vague, because the entire lower part of his neck was completely pierced by a sword, and the sharp blade severed the former's breath, even accompanied by severe pain every moment.

However, there were already too many wounds on Yin Qing's body, so many that the pain was completely numb. After the words fell, perhaps feeling a little in the way, Yin Qing moved his right hand from the big sword next to him, and stretched out his hand to grasp the wound in front of his neck. hilt.

In the next breath, just as Yin Qing was about to pull out his sword, he heard a hurried voice from ahead:

"His Highness, please don't draw your sword, otherwise you will bleed to death."

After the girl behind the old woman finished speaking, she beckoned to the back, trying to make the healing monks in the crowd rush forward, but Yin Qing in front suddenly smiled and responded:

"Don't worry too much, because the blood in this prince's body has already flowed out."

As soon as he said this, before the few people in front of him could react, Yin Qing pulled out the long sword in his hand, and just as he said, after the sharp sword was pulled out, there was not a single drop of blood on the terrifying wound out of it.

Then maybe the breathing became smoother, which made the Eighth Prince's complexion a little better. After taking a slow and deep breath, his golden eyes stared at the old woman who was walking towards him. He raised the volume a little, and the voice came out again:

"Yin Qing met aunt, sorry boy, I can't salute because I'm going to die."

As soon as the word death came out, outside the silent city walls of Shangxiao City, there seemed to be a sudden thunder on the ground, and this shocking and angry thunder did not come down from the sky of Nine Heavens, but directly exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness of all the monks .

"boom!"

In the midst of a frenzied shock, the old woman's rickety body trembled even more, subconsciously stopped in place, and responded:

"No, Xiaoba, my country has the best treasures of heaven and earth, and it will surely be able to live and die, flesh and bones."

"It's useless, aunt, I know my body very well."

In Yin Qing's continued responses, there was not much resentment, and then he continued to raise his hand, drawing out the sharp swords in his body one after another.

Every time the swords that penetrated the body were pulled out, Yin Qing's aura gushing out from his whole body became stronger.

In the end, the billowing vast aura soared into the sky like a dragon, turning into void ripples visible to the naked eye to overwhelm all directions. In this aura, there is not only the domineering aura that belongs to the emperor of the upper kingdom, but also the last iron-blooded glory of the victor.

"Puff puff."

The sound of the vast momentum tearing up the air continued to sound, and Yin Qing stood proudly under the city wall.

He was pierced by sharp swords and was dying, but he used practical actions to show everyone that he was guarding the Shangxiao City behind him.

At the same time, he also kept the last glory belonging to the Yin family of Shangguo!

"Auntie, fortunately, Yin Qing did not disgrace her life, nor did she embarrass the royal family of the Shang Kingdom. The Shangxiao City behind me has not been lost."

An increasingly loud voice came from the mouth of the Eighth Prince of Shangguo, and then Yin Qing threw the sword in his hand to the front, took a deep breath, raised the other hand high, opened his mouth and continued to speak. With a loud roar:

"This Shangxiao City, I have defended it!"

There were bursts of roaring, piercing the sky, and then the thing in Yin Qing's hand was completely displayed in front of everyone, causing everyone to subconsciously let out an exclamation:

"Human heads, there are so many human heads!"

A series of human heads were caught in Yin Qing's hands. The heads of these people were completely cut off, and there was even a lot of dirty blood flowing down from the incisions. Among them, there were many prominent figures in Shangxiao City.

"The Shangxiao Xie family has occupied Shangxiao City for thousands of years. One of the top ten forces in the city participated in the rebellion. This is the head of its patriarch, and I will be punished."

After the word-by-word voice came out of Yin Qing's mouth, he lifted a human head in his hand and swung it forward. The head drew an arc, hit the ground, and rolled out of the gate of Chengcheng.

"The Tiger Roaring Sect of Shangxiao City, one of the top ten forces in the city, participated in the rebellion, and the suzerain executed it.

"The demon cow clan in Shangxiao City is also one of the top ten forces. They participated in the rebellion, and the patriarch executed them."

As Yin Qing's voice fell, human heads were thrown out one after another, rolling down on the ground and rolling outwards, and at the same time, everyone who heard it was continuously hit hard in their hearts.

Because these people used to be the existence of Shangxiao City and even the entire Central Shang Kingdom, who could cover the sky with one hand.

Then a deep chill began to rush from everyone's tailbone to the top of the head. So many top forces participated in the rebellion, which is enough to show how thrilling Shangxiao City is tonight.

In the next breath, the eighth prince Yin Qing, under the focus of countless eyes, shook his straight body for a while, and was about to fall, but in the end he raised his head high at the last moment, and roared out with a voice that burst the void:

"This is the Lord of Shangxiao City, who was deceived by the Holy Court and attempted to treason the country, causing civil strife in Shangxiao. Even if I kill him thousands of times, my prince will not be enough to vent his anger.

"His head is here, my aunt will nail this person to the pillar of shame in history, and be reviled by all generations!"

After the roar, Yin Qing slammed the head of the Lord of Shangxiao City in his hand on the ground, and with a muffled groan, he fell backwards.

With a thud, Yin Qing hit the ground, his eyes fixed on the dark night sky.

The heavy rain fell on his face drop by drop, as if it was washing away the blood on his face, and then the expression in Yin Qing's eyes changed for a while, and he sang a little song that he heard in Shenjing City softly:

"Hey, one man guards the gate, ten thousand men can't open it, kill him to lose his armor!"

After the song was over, Yin Qing closed his eyes.

He slept forever under the city of Shangxiao and never got up again.

Chapter 1803 Before the Storm Comes

At dawn, the nine-day sun perched on the hibiscus tree in the east pole, accompanied by the crane driven by the Goddess Xihe, soared into the sky in the east and began to travel around the entire Taixuan world.

The rising sun is always extraordinarily gentle, and the sunshine shining on the nine heavens is like the big hand gently caressed by a mother, which is nostalgic.

For Wu Shanhai today, it is a particularly rare good weather recently, and the good weather also heralds a good omen. Afterwards, the monks who went south went through a particularly long dark night. After opening their eyes and looking around, they subconsciously Take a breath.

The foggy mountains and seas at night are undoubtedly dangerous, and it is a blessing for most of the mentally tense monks to be able to survive in peace.

Then the middle-aged sword cultivator with a calm face stretched out his hand to put away the bright stone in front of him, turned his head to look at the old monk who was not far away with a dazed expression, and after a deep breath, he opened his mouth and said:

"Old fellow daoist, those of us who have traveled far and wide, should take it easy. It is extremely difficult to survive. As for those fellow daoists who have passed away, I hope her soul can rest in peace."

After the words fell, the middle-aged sword cultivator looked around, and saw that most of the people who were still chatting with each other had died in the violent wind and rubble a few days ago.

"The old man is not saddened by the fragility of life, but something else."

After a few breaths, the old monk who came back to his senses was able to respond. Then the old monk stood up, sighed slightly, and the voice continued:

"Maybe you don't believe it, but the old man saw the land gods fall on the night of the earthquake and landslide."

"Old monk, you must be stunned. There are only fog beasts in the foggy mountains and seas. Where are the land gods? Besides, those peerless overhauls who fly to the sky and escape from the earth, even if they fall, are not something we mortals can witness."

As soon as the words came out, the old man didn't respond again, but turned his head, looking behind the gorge where the mist rolled violently behind him, in the depths of his eyes, it seemed that the looming stalwart figure appeared again in the middle of the night.

At the same time, at the front of the canyon, accompanied by a loud whistle, the prostrate camel mountain beast began to stand up slowly.

"boom."

The camel mountain beast is huge, so when it stood up, the mist between the surrounding canyons seemed to be smashed into the ocean of an island, violently shaking and undulating.

In the next breath, the flickering red light of the Camel Mountain Beast became more rapid, which indicated that the whole team was about to move on and embark on the final journey to Baolian Sword Land in the south.

"Sima Annan, the Cloud Mist Sect's team has been marching in the gorge of Wushanhai for quite a while, right?"

Inside the tent on the back of the Camel Mountain Beast, Zhao Yu's voice came out, and then the young man in white who was waiting respectfully under the tent took a step forward and responded:

"Returning to Your Majesty, if there are no accidents, there is still half a day before we can completely pass through the foggy mountains and seas, and truly enter the core area of ​​the Land of Taixuan."

"It's not an easy journey, and accidents happen frequently."

After Zhao Yu's young voice fell, he reached out to pick up the steaming bitter tea on the desk in front of him, and after taking a sip to his mouth, the voice continued:

"A lot of people died in the Heavenly Strategy Palace of the Holy Court, and the Wu Palace even lost a Ninth Sage. After these few days, what's the reaction?"

As soon as this question was asked, Sima Annan's handsome face revealed a dignified look, his brows were furrowed, and he responded:

"The holy court is very quiet, and the quietness is extremely terrifying, and this kind of quietness, I think it should be a precursor to the storm.

"After all, this may be the biggest damage the Holy Court has suffered since it manipulated the world, and there will definitely be a counterattack."

After the words fell, Sima Annan stood upright, staring at Zhao Yu, whose face remained unchanged, and the voice continued:

"And the Holy Court's next move must be not small, because the quarter of the teleportation circle that is determined to be obtained is now in the hands of us and the Central Kingdom."

"There must be movements, but it's just to see if this so-called saint is still as tolerant as before."

As soon as Sima Annan's voice fell, Zhao Yu's voice came from the front of the tent, and then Zhao Yu put down his teacup and stood up slowly, walking outside the tent step by step, while the still stable emperor's voice came out:

"Since I'm leaving this foggy mountain and sea soon, let me go out to breathe some fresh air. I've been staying in Sleeping Tiger Gorge for a long time, and it's really a bit depressing."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu stretched out his hand and opened the tent door in front of him, and stepped out. Afterwards, the extremely weak sunlight sprinkled from the sky, shining on the face of the young emperor who was not angry and self-assured.

Before he knew it, Zhao Yu had completely faded away from the youthfulness he had when he first ascended the throne. Although his whole face was still young, the power between his brows and eyes was so full that it made people dare not look directly at him.

Beside the young emperor, because the camel mountain beast strode forward, the thick fog flowed backward like a river, and perhaps because the sky was clear, the air was still fresh.

It is worth mentioning that there are quite a few monks in this tent at this time, and they have all known from the disciples of the Yunwu Sect that they will arrive at Baolian Sword Land today, so they all communicated with each other with relieved smiles on their faces. In the meantime, it took on the wings of the core land again.

This cruel world is always like this, when there is despair, there is infinite despair, but after the despair dissipates, the creatures will hypnotize themselves over and over again, there is always a chance waiting ahead, and they are convinced.

I don't know if this is a kind of luck, or misfortune?

"Sima Annan, do you think the Holy Court will trouble the central government first this time, or us?"

Amidst the ups and downs of the mist, Zhao Yu's questioning voice came out again, and after Sima Annan behind him pondered deeply, he opened his mouth and responded:

"Returning to Your Majesty, it should be the Central Kingdom, because after all, we are in the dark, and the Holy Court should not be so quick to detect our movements."

"Sometimes for the holy court, it doesn't matter who did it or not."

After the faint voice came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, the young emperor stretched out his right hand, spread his slender five fingers, and lightly grasped the fog in front of him, and the emperor's voice continued to sound:

"Because he can completely crush any suspect to death, if the Holy Court is ruthless, none of the monks going south in the foggy mountains and seas can survive to enter the core area of ​​the so-called Taixuan Land."

As soon as Zhao Yu's voice with a strong evil meaning fell, Liang Po's bald and shiny figure appeared not far away, and then he walked quickly towards the camp where Zhao Yu was. There was something strange in his dark eyes. look emerges.

After a few breaths, Liang Po came behind the young emperor and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, according to the latest information, civil strife occurred in Shangxiao City of the Central Empire, and the entire city almost changed ownership. However, Shangxiao City was quickly recaptured, but some accidents occurred."

After finishing speaking, Liang Po paused for a breath, and continued to speak:

"Yin Qing, the eighth prince of the Central Shang Kingdom, has died."

Chapter 1804 Eyeliner

"Yin Qing, he's dead."

Beside the tent on the back of the Camel Mountain Beast, when Liang Po's voice rang in his ears, Zhao Yu paused as he withdrew his right hand, and Sima Annan, who was beside the two, had a look of horror in his eyes.

"Yin Qing is actually dead?"

Sima Annan's voice was filled with astonishment, because he was no stranger to the eighth prince, and they had a lot of exchanges during the years when the latter came to Shenjing City.

Then Sima Annan clenched his fists secretly, turned to look at Liang Po, and continued to ask:

"This Yin Qing has a smooth personality. He also surrendered directly when he saw that the situation was not going well in the Beihai War. How could he suddenly die in Shangxiao City?"

As soon as this question was asked, Liang Po's face remained unchanged, and a magnetic response sounded:

"The specific situation is not clear yet, but there are reports that this Yin Qing was in charge of the gate alone. He used his flesh and blood to protect Shangxiao City. In the end, he was pierced by a sharp sword and died of his original source."

After the words fell, Zhao Yu and the others fell into a little silence. Before they knew it, there seemed to be a harsh humming sound in the surrounding mist.

Even if there was a hostile relationship between the Eighth Prince and Daxia, a true warrior deserves to be respected.

In fact, Zhao Yu didn't know much about this eighth prince, and even met him once, but the several princes of the Central Kingdom in Daxia had their own characteristics, and the Military Aircraft Department did not give a low opinion of them.

After a long silence, Zhao Yu raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The majesty on his handsome face became more and more serious, and the steady emperor's voice came out immediately:

"The Central Kingdom beheaded a great scholar of the Holy Court Martial Palace, and the Holy Court wanted to take away a top-level city in the former. Although it was unsuccessful, the life of a prince is enough to demonstrate the fierceness of the Holy Court's revenge this time.

"But this is just the beginning. This time, the Tianxia Daohui is destined not to be peaceful."

"Presumably this time, everyone in the Central Kingdom will break out in a cold sweat. If Shangxiao City really changes hands directly, then the consequences, just thinking about it, are extremely terrifying."