Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

"Emperor Zhou, what are you..." Ye Junlin's eyes narrowed slightly.

According to memory, this type of dynasty is different from sects and aristocratic families in that they have a mysterious power called national destiny as their trump card.

The role of national luck is very mysterious. It can assist cultivation, heal the body, and increase strength!

And the common people of the world form the basis of the national destiny!

If a ruler wants to gain blessings for the country, he must be recognized by the general public.

Therefore, a mutually beneficial relationship is formed between the two.

As the saying goes, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it!

At this time, Emperor Zhou didn't seem to be in a very good condition. He was taking advantage of Zhou's national fortune to heal his injuries, and he was still a bit frightened and ready to wait.

"Hey, Venerable Ye is making a joke."

Emperor Zhou smiled bitterly.

When he saw Ye Junlin for the first time, he was a little surprised by Ye Junlin's young appearance. After all, according to various rumors, Emperor Zhou subconsciously thought that he was a dull, pedantic, old-fashioned white-haired old man.

The most important thing is that Emperor Zhou discovered that with his perfect cultivation of the Mahayana realm, he could not see through Ye Junlin's specific realm.

"Did this person use some kind of secret technique to hide his cultivation?" Emperor Zhou was a little confused.

Even so, judging from the Battle of Huangzhou, Emperor Zhou also respected Ye Junlin very much.

Because except for himself, who carries the destiny of a country, no one in the entire Great Zhou can pose a threat to him!

Ye Junlin said: "Emperor Zhou, can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Emperor Zhou pretended to cough a few times, and the prince understood and signaled the civil and military officials to exit the hall, leaving only a few people.

"The ghost tribe of Ming Yuan launched an offensive against me, Great Zhou, for no reason. This was something I, Great Zhou, did not expect. Many ministers in the court were speculating that there were treasures coveted by the ghost tribe in the palace, which is why they were like this. Let’s go to war.”

Emperor Zhou sighed helplessly: "But the problem is that even I, the leader of the Great Zhou Kingdom, don't know what this treasure is."

Ye Junlin was a little speechless. Are you also confused?

"Then how did you get this injury?"

In the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, who can harm a monk who has reached the perfect Mahayana realm? What's more, this is the Emperor Zhou who carries the great destiny of the country!

"Zun Ye asked the key point. Before the ghost army officially attacked the Great Zhou Dynasty, my ancestral mausoleum was once invaded by a mysterious man. Later, I rushed to the scene immediately and used the blessing of national luck to repel that man. A mysterious person."

When Emperor Zhou talked about this matter, his face was full of deep fear: "The strange thing is that I can accurately feel that the mysterious man is obviously very strong, even I am not his opponent, but he is restrained. I retreated with some scruples, and after a while, the ghost tribe began to attack me, Dazhou."

heard.

The prince looked shocked.

He originally thought that his father used the destiny of the country to forcefully repel the mysterious man who invaded the ancestral mausoleum, but he did not expect that there was such a thrilling inside story.

You must know how powerful the power of national destiny is. With his father's cultivation and the use of national destiny, he is enough to compete with the best in the Tribulation Realm. However, even his father personally admitted that he was unbeatable. It is conceivable that the opponent's strength is How terrible.

The most incredible thing is that the man actually retreated like this.

Afterwards, the ghost army began to invade, and there must be an inevitable connection.

"It seems that the problem lies in the ancestral mausoleum." Ye Junlin's eyes flickered.

Judging from Emperor Zhou's description, the ghost clan was instructed by that mysterious man to attack Zhou Dynasty in order to completely capture this ancestral mausoleum.

There are definitely huge interests involved behind it, otherwise I would never do such a thankless thing.

But the strange thing is that since the mysterious man has the power to crush Emperor Zhou, why did he suddenly give up and retreat? And what is there about this ancestral mausoleum worth exploring?

Doubtful!

The more he thought about it, the more Ye Junlin became more interested.

He originally traveled to this world of cultivation, and he had a cheat-like golden finger. He didn't need to practice to lie down, so he had the mentality of playing in the world, eating, drinking and having fun.

He thought that the day would pass like this, but he didn't expect to find out that there was a mystery behind it, which made him feel even more interesting.

"Is there such a strange thing happening?" Li Wujie frowned.

The red Qianye next to her narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes, as if she was remembering a certain rumor she had heard in the Central Territory.

"Emperor Zhou, if you don't feel presumptuous, can you take me to the ancestral mausoleum to see it?" Ye Junlin said straight to the point.

Emperor Zhou sat on the dragon chair and fell into silence.

How presumptuous!

After all, how important is the ancestral mausoleum to the king of a country? Is it for you, an outsider, to see what you want?

The prince saw his father's dilemma and said very politely: "Master Ye, the ancestral mausoleum is the resting place of my ancestors. If you enter with your noble body, I'm afraid you will be contaminated with bad things."

Then he changed the topic and said respectfully: "Venerable Ye has come here and helped us repel the ghost army. He deserves to be warmly entertained by me, the Great Zhou Dynasty. The state banquet prepared in the imperial dining room is about to begin, so we might as well move to Can you enjoy it at Tianhe Hall?"

Emperor Zhou also spoke at this time, "Master Ye, please forgive me for not being able to meet this request. The ancestral mausoleum of the Zhou royal family cannot be opened casually, but as the most distinguished guest, I will give you the most Generous treatment, you can choose any treasure from the treasury!”

It can be seen that Emperor Zhou is still very sincere.

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows.

Labor and management are men with systems around them. Just by signing in every day, you can be as rich as the country. What will you lack in your treasury?

Although the Great Zhou Dynasty was one of the immortal dynasties in the Eastern Region, and after years of accumulation, the treasury would definitely have many treasures that would make outside monks crazy, but it was not attractive at all in Ye Junlin's eyes.

He was just curious about the mysterious man's intention to invade the ancestral mausoleum!

Since he is unwilling to open it and take a look, Ye Junlin will not force it on others. He is a relatively casual person.

"Never mind."

Ye Junlin waved his hand.

The prince secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile on his face: "I know that Lord Ye is a reasonable person. Everyone, please come this way!"

Afterwards, everyone went to the state banquet.

at this time.

Beyond the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

There is a mountain with an eerie environment. It is a sunny day, but the sun's rays don't shine through at all.

Every once in a while, you can see several ghost soldiers wearing battle armor and holding spears standing guard. Their faces are expressionless and they exude a strong Yin energy.

Deep in the mountains.

There is a palace made of bones.

The table was filled with plates, filled with processed flesh and blood, various human organs, and black and white eyes.

The smell of blood filled the air.

A ghost creature with gray skin and a single horn on his forehead sat on a throne covered with human skin. He grabbed a lot of eyeballs from the air with his big palms, threw them into his mouth and chewed them, with an ugly face. A pleasant look emerged.

"Your Majesty, this is your wine."

At its feet, there was a human female cultivator with disheveled hair, no hair, and scars all over her body. She held up a bronze tripod cup with trembling hands, which contained bright red and sticky blood.

This is the blood of a baby who has just turned one month old...

The One-Horned Ghost King took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. After throwing away the cup, he forcibly held the female cultivator in his arms and laughed loudly: "It's so happy!"

It was very excited to lead its people out of the Abyss to fight the outside world, and no longer had to live a boring life in the dark.

"After many years, I finally waited for this opportunity. I must seize the opportunity to perform well. If I successfully capture the Zhou Dynasty, my prestige among the ghost clan will be even higher!"

"The most important thing is that as long as I get the approval of those people, I may still have a place as a talker in the Eastern Region in the future!"

The one-horned ghost king rubbed his chin and sneered.

The female cultivator's body was trembling, and her pretty face was full of despair. She was a Jindan cultivator in Cangzhou. Unfortunately, she was captured by the other party and suffered painful torture day and night.

During this period, she also saw too many cruel and inhumane scenes. Her spirit had collapsed and she wanted to die. However, the other party's cultivation level was too high and he was tampered with, so she was not even qualified to commit suicide.

"It's been so long, why has there been no news? With Kunta's strength, they are enough to force Emperor Zhou to take action."

"What I fear most is the guy who carries the fate of the country!"

The one-horned ghost king has fierce eyes.

At this moment, a strange black mist floated into the hall, and a mysterious man wearing a black robe and hood walked out. A low and hoarse voice came from under the brim, containing uncontrollable anger.

"Trash! What are you still doing here?!"

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Instead of being annoyed, the One-Horned Ghost King looked horrified. He flopped down from the throne and knelt down on the ground, saying in a trembling voice: "I'd like to pay my respects to the envoy..."