From eunuch to emperor

"Let me arrange it."

Feng He took the initiative to take the job.

It is most suitable for Xichang to find death row prisoners to test whether the meat of ghost warriors can be used.

"Okay, I've said all I want to say, do you have anything else to say?"

Today's discussion is for these, and everything that needs to be said has been said.

Everyone shook their heads slightly, Long Chen stood up, and said: "Okay, let's go to rest, start tomorrow."

The door opened, and everyone went out to go to work.

Long Chen glanced at the thick clouds, and remembered the time at Shengxue Peak.

"Bai Xue..."

Long Chen suddenly remembered that woman with pink pupils and long silver hair.

Now, she is the suzerain of Shengxue Peak, I don't know how she is doing in Shengxue Peak.

...

Holy Snow Peak.

A woman wearing a white mask walked into the Hall of Eternal Life with light steps, and a silver-haired woman was sitting on the stage, who was Bai Xue.

Beside her was an older woman, who was Bai Xue's biological mother.

Bai Xue was holding a pink boy in her arms, and the two were teasing the child.

"Little Dragon..."

The woman held a rattle and shook it thud-thump-thump.

The boy happily reached for the rattle and let out a giggle.

"Xiaolonglong must be very handsome when he grows up."

The woman looked at the boy with pampering eyes.

Bai Xue said with a smile: "Of course, his father is a hero who ruled the world, stronger than the Martial Saint back then."

The white-faced woman came over, holding a bowl of blood in her hand.

This bowl has a heating function to prevent freezing.

"The servant pays homage to the old lady, suzerain, and holy son."

The white-faced woman knelt down respectfully and lifted the bowl steadily.

The old woman took the bowl, picked up the spoon, slowly scooped up the blood, and fed it into the boy's mouth.

The boy drank the blood greedily, and dropped the rattle in his hand to the ground.

This boy is naturally Long Chen's seed. After Bai Xue was born, he became the holy son of Shengxue Peak, named Bai Long.

The original Holy Snow Peak was destroyed by Long Chen, and Bai Xue rebuilt it again.

"Any news from outside?"

Bai Xue doted on the little white dragon drinking blood.

The white-faced woman replied: "King Wu led his troops to go north to Yanmen Pass, and at this time he may have already fought with the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan."

Bai Xue's complexion changed slightly, and she said, "Send someone to Yanmen Pass, and find out the answer."

The white-faced woman replied immediately: "The servant obeys the order."

After feeding a bowl of blood, the white-faced woman withdrew holding the bowl.

Xiao Bailong got up from his arms, stepped on the ice jade floor with his bare feet, picked up the rattle drum and shook it, and let out a crisp giggle.

"Mother, who is that King Wu, why do you care about him so much?"

Little Bailong is precocious and can already run and talk.

Bai Xue looked at Xiao Bailong, and said with nostalgia: "He... I will tell you when you grow up."

Little White Longan turned his eyeballs around and went out to play with the rattle.

The old woman watched Xiao Bailong go out, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, and said: "Are you still thinking about Long Chen?"

Bai Xue shook her head slightly, and said: "It's nothing to think about, if he fights with ghost fetuses, Wu Sheng and ghost girls will also wake up, if Long Chen is defeated, we will not live in peace."

Shengxue Peak was originally the sect of Yinling, Long Chen killed Yinling, and Baixue occupied Shengxuefeng.

If Wu Sheng wins, he must come here to avenge. At that time, Bai Xue's mother and son can only wander around the world, avoiding Wu Sheng's pursuit.

The old woman nodded slightly and said: "Yin Ling is Wu Sheng's own daughter, if he wins, we will be in big trouble."

"However, I heard that King Wu's cultivation has improved again. If he can't beat him, we can't help him."

Bai Xue sighed slightly: "Yes, but our lives depend on Long Chen."

The old woman suddenly said: "If Long Chen wins and he comes here, what will you do?"

Bai Xue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then I will let Xiao Bailong recognize his father, and I will see what he can do!"

The old woman smiled and said, "It's true that a tiger's poison does not eat its offspring."

...

Guitu took Li Chengdao and his group back to the snow mountain, and the guards greeted them immediately.

After entering the cave, the ghost was sitting on the crystal seat with a very bad expression on his face.

Li Chengdao stood in front, and 82 ghost warriors stood behind him, all of them looked frustrated.

The guard stood by, not daring to speak out.

"How are they practicing?"

The ghost asked the guard, and the guard immediately replied: "Both of them are cultivating hard, the emperor spirit has a tendency to break through the emperor, and Long Teng has not yet broken through the realm of the Martial Emperor."

Di Ling was originally a master of the Martial Emperor, so he cultivated faster.

Long Teng's cultivation foundation is not good, so his cultivation speed is slow, and he is still at the peak stage of a king.

The ghost stared at the guard, his eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "The waste, even the Martial Emperor, is not here, what use is he!"

The guard immediately knelt down and kowtowed to plead guilty: "The slave is incompetent."

Li Chengdao kept silent, the devil is very angry now, and needs to find someone to vent his anger, it is best not to speak at this time.

"It's really incompetent, damn it!"

The ghost stretched out his hand, and the guard was pulled over by the volley, his throat was pinched and cracked, and the guard begged for mercy in horror: "Holy Son...forgive..."

The throat was pinched, the guard couldn't speak a complete sentence, the ghost's fingers were hard, the guard's throat was crushed, his face twitched and contorted in pain.

The ghost slammed hard, and the guard was thrown to the ground.

The throat is broken, but the neck bone is still there. The guard can't die, but the pain is unbearable.

Leaning on the crystal seat, the ghost slowly fell asleep with its eyes closed, Li Chengdao also sat down cross-legged to rest, and the ghost warrior behind him was still standing.

The guard was still lying on the ground, his body was twitching constantly, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Li Chengdao didn't bother to pay attention to it, and meditated with his legs crossed.

In the battle of Yanmen Pass, Li Chengdao found that his cultivation was lagging behind again, not only could not defeat Long Chen, but he could not even defeat the Empress.

Back then when he took refuge in the ghost fetus, his idea was to replace the martial saint and ghost girl, control the entire ghost clan, and then counterattack the Central Plains, kill Long Chen and the Empress, and rebuild the Daliang Dynasty.

Martial Saint and Ghost Girl have higher levels of cultivation, Li Chengdao can't even beat Long Chen, and he still wants to play against the two of them, now it's really ridiculous to think about it.

Do you really want to be their slaves for the rest of your life?

Li Chengdao was unwilling, of course he didn't want to be a slave to the ghost clan, and was ordered around by ghosts every day.

Mountains don’t turn, water turns, there is always a turning point, Li Chengdao comforted himself to hold his breath and wait for the opportunity.

...

Yanmen Pass.

Wu Jian is selecting soldiers from the entire army to enter the elite soldier plan, and there are [-] people who have signed up.

Just as Long Chen expected, after everyone knew that the Empress and Long Chen were half-ghost bodies, they felt indifferent, and even thought it was a kind of honor.

Long Chen asked Wu Jian to screen out those with good aptitude, and the limit was only [-], not too much.

While Wu Jian was screening the soldiers, Feng He escorted five death row prisoners into the secret room.

"My lord, the five are all heinous murderers, and have already been sentenced to beheaded."

Long Chen sat at the head, five prisoners were bound with iron chains, and their eyes were fierce.

"What kind of official are you? It looks quite big!"

A prisoner with beard, triangular eyes, and high cheekbones spat, and the spittle stained his beard, and looked at Long Chen provocatively.

He knew that he was sentenced to beheading, so he was not afraid.

Long Chen didn't pay attention to it, and Feng He didn't pay attention to this dying arrogance, the spies from the West Factory looked at Long Chen, waiting to execute the order.

Long Chen glanced at the food box next to him, and said, "Give it to them!"

The spy immediately took out a plate of meat from the food box, walked up to the prisoner, and said coldly, "I will reward you with a full meal!"