I woke up after 300 million years

Over the past month, Mu Changsheng sent people to investigate secretly and found some clues.

First of all, the ten sons of gods and goddesses found their backers and promised those forces that as long as they helped them survive this fight to the end, they would become the masters of the Yuhua Palace in the future and be given various benefits, and even the entire force would ascend to the upper world. A venture capital investment.

Secondly, the news of the saint's relics was leaked, causing a storm in the Northern Wasteland. All forces were looking for the relics. Even the surrounding Fire Emperor Continent and Tianqiong Continent also sent many strong men. The smart forces did not waste time to search, but sent People were watching the whereabouts of the Son of God and the Goddess.

Finally, the Aoshi Dynasty announced in a high-profile manner that the prince Long Aotian was favored by the Immortal Family in the Upper Realm and had been accepted as a direct disciple. The whole country celebrated for half a month.

This pushed the Proud Dynasty to a new level. At the same time, everyone was watching the jokes of the Wushuang Dynasty. Everyone knew that the contradiction between the two dynasties was profound.

Now that the Proud Dynasty has climbed to the top, the Wushuang Dynasty has not supported any of the Sons of God or the Goddess, and the pressure has instantly been put on the Wushuang Dynasty.

Of course, no matter how outrageous the rumors from the outside world were, Mu Changsheng turned a deaf ear and carried out the plan step by step, transferring outstanding talents and generals from the border towns back to the dynasty, ready to run away at any time.

After a while, the two arrived at the palace hall.

In the splendid palace, thirteen young people stood in the middle. The men were handsome and the women were as beautiful as gods. They were the proud sons of the Unparalleled Dynasty, and they were all under the age of fifty.

According to the rules of Beihuangzhou, those under one hundred years old belong to the younger generation.

After all, cultivators have a long lifespan.

In addition to this group of young people, the three princes were also present.

Yun Shiya, the most beautiful woman in the imperial city, wore a white dress with a pattern of clouds, with gauze covering her face and three thousand blue silk strands hanging down her back.

She stood behind her father, clasping her slender hands tightly. A trace of panic could be seen in her beautiful eyes. She couldn't help but bent over and leaned into her father's ear, whispering:

"Father, will the ancestor of the emperor punish me? How can I apologize to make it appear sincere?"

"What is the ancestor of the emperor? The ancestor is the ancestor, the ancestor of Wushuang Imperial City. I can tell you, if the ancestor does not forgive, you will die to apologize!" Yun Duan, who had soft features, rarely scolded his little daughter. Or in front of his peers.

The four words "to apologize with death" were like a sharp blade piercing deeply into Yun Shiya's heart. Her hands and feet were as cold as frost, and her face lost all color.

Qin Tian, ​​the son of General Qin, was also among this group of people, scared and uneasy.

He never expected that the man in white who offended the Emperor in Yunduan Pavilion on Wushuang Day was actually the Emperor's ancestor!

The reversal comes so fast, like a tornado.

Ta-ta, tap-ta... The sound of heavy and powerful footsteps came along with the sound of arguments.

"Old Ancestor, this jade pendant has a full-strength strike from the Immortal Realm. You can hold it, as well as this soft armor, which has first-class defense, and this wind-chasing sword, which is a top-quality treasure, and..."

"Don't bother me. If you tell me you don't want it, I won't. If I keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!"

"Put it away first and then beat me."

"I, you..."

The two entered the main hall one after another. The juniors lowered their heads and stared at the carpet, not daring to look directly at the emperor.

They suspected that their ears had heard it wrong. The emperor actually said what he just said?

I can't imagine it!

This also shows that the image of Mu Changsheng as a tyrant has been deeply ingrained in their hearts.

The three princes saluted one after another.

Yun Shiya, who was wearing pure makeup, took a sneak peek and her heart sank to the bottom.

[It's really him! 】

[No wonder you dare to speak harshly about the emperor’s calligraphy and painting, no wonder you dare to use the emperor to tease me. 】

[Oh, I made a mistake. I could have won over him, but I offended him instead. My father really didn’t reveal any information at all. He had to tell me only after he offended me. He also gave me a severe lesson... No, not now. What should I do when I complain about my father? Kneel down and apologize? still......】

With all kinds of thoughts flashing through her mind, Yun Shiya gritted her teeth, walked out of the crowd, knelt on her knees in front of Yan Fan, and said with a trembling voice:

"Ancestor, I'm sorry. My daughter was offended and said indecent words to you. Please punish me!"

There was silence in the hall.

Prince Yun watched with cold eyes, without stopping or making a sound.

Yan Fan was startled and couldn't help but laugh:

"You didn't do anything to me, so why punish me?"

"Don't listen to your father and Chang Sheng. They just like to make a fuss and scare children." Yan Fan helped Yun Shiya up, looked at it, and smiled, "It's really beautiful."

"Changsheng, how about you..."

Mu Changsheng quickly covered Yan Fan's mouth and said helplessly:

"Ancestor, I don't like old cows eating young grass, so don't mess with it."

Yun Shiya stood there at a loss and looked sideways at her father. Unexpectedly, Yun Duan turned away and pretended not to see.

He hoped that the emperor would marry Yun Shiya, then he would be the emperor's father-in-law, and the relationship would be better. Unfortunately, he knew that the emperor would not marry a wife, let alone have any intimate behavior with any woman, just because... ...

After a farce, Mu Changsheng sent a message to Yan Fan:

[Ancestor, the woman in the red dress on the left is worth noting. She is not from the Wushuang Dynasty, but the senior sister of the Butian Clan, Hong Sang, with a cultivation level of Tianyi Realm. 】

[Butianmen was massacred by the Aoshi Dynasty not long ago and wanted to snatch the "Zhou Tian Xing Da Shu". Hong Sang was the only survivor. She knew that the Wushuang Dynasty and the Aoshi Dynasty had been hostile to each other for hundreds of years, so through Yun Shiya's relationship, He entered the palace to participate in the concubine selection and deliberately approached me. 】

[I have an appointment with her. As long as she assists the Wushuang Dynasty in obtaining the saint's relics this time, I will help her deal with the Aoshi Dynasty. She will also give me the complete "Zhou Tian Xing Da Shu". Anyway, we and the Aoshi Dynasty are not going to stop fighting. A sure-profit trade. 】

Yan Fan listened to Mu Changsheng's voice transmission, his face expressionless, and he glanced at the woman in the red dress on the far left with his peripheral vision.

Butianmen?

He had heard Le Huanhuan mention that the Butian Clan was a particularly powerful first-class force, possessing the magical power to turn disaster into good fortune and spy on heavenly secrets. It had always been relatively low-key, but he did not expect to be exterminated by the Proud Dynasty.

Sure enough, although the treasure is good, without the power to protect it, it will only become a disaster... Yan Fan muttered in his heart and nodded slightly.

Mu Changsheng stood in a high position, with Yan Fan behind him.

He put one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, restored the majesty of the emperor, and said coldly:

"The place you are going to this time is very dangerous. It can be said that you will have a narrow escape from death. You will meet the younger generation of powerful people from Beihuang Continent, Fire Emperor Continent and Tianqiong Continent. I have only one request for you. Even if you die, you must stand. Die!"

"Prince Yun, this time you will lead the team, accompanied by seven ascendants. I hope you will show the majesty of the Unparalleled Dynasty and return with a full harvest!"

"Take the order!" Yun Duan clenched his hands into fists and bowed in salute.

After the arrangements were made, Mu Changsheng gave the thirteen young men a set of soft armor and a jade pendant.

"This is what I got in my early years. The soft armor can withstand five attacks from ascending to the third heaven. The jade pendant can burst out a sword energy that ascends to the seventh heaven. I can only give you so many trump cards. You have to seize the opportunity by yourself. The future is where you stand. Above the nine heavens, it will still turn into a withered skeleton, it depends on your own destiny."

"Thank you, Lord, for the reward!" Thirteen people said in unison.

In the afternoon, the sun was blazing and there was no cloud in the sky.

A group of people stood outside the gate of the imperial city. Le Huanhuan had been waiting for a long time and prepared a carriage.

The journey is long this time, so naturally choose a comfortable way to travel to ensure you are full of energy.

Le Huanhuan dressed simply, wearing the same green robe and white dress as always, holding a long sword in her arms, her hair tied up high, looking dignified and mature.

These coachmen are not ordinary people. They are all killers trained by the royal family. They have stable emotions, sharp eyes, and different perceptions of danger and murderous intent. They have rich wild survival abilities, making them the best choice for this mission.

"Old Ancestor." Le Huanhuan saw Yan Fan and hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his lips, "We are ready. It will take about a week from the Imperial City to Shiwan Mountain."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Yan Fan put his hands behind his back and said later, "Get in the car and set off immediately."

He couldn't wait to dig the grave, so he asked Le Huanhuan to prepare a hammer and red rope.

It is said that many strong men's bodies do not decay after death, but over time, they are prone to sudden changes and turn into zombies. The red rope is one of the effective weapons for binding zombies.

Yan Fan and Le Huanhuan entered the first carriage.

Yun Shiya was going to ride in one with her father, but she was dragged by Yun Duan to the first carriage and pushed in forcefully.

In the carriage, the four eyes faced each other, and the atmosphere was awkward.

Yun Shiya, who was wearing a light gauze, was about to burst into tears. She pointed outside helplessly and explained:

"Ancestor, my father pushed me up, I'm going down right now."

Yan Fan looked at the woman who was completely different from the previous one in Yunduan Pavilion, and laughed dumbly, "It's okay, you can ride in this carriage with us, and I want to ask you something by the way."

"Ah?" Yun Shiya was stunned, swallowed, and sat down obediently.

Soon, the seven carriages parked at the city gate drove away.

Each driver carries a woodcutter on his waist and looks around from time to time to make sure no one is following him.

Frankly speaking, with a lineup like theirs, they can easily deal with danger.

Yan Fan, Prince Yun, seven strong men, a total of nine Ascended Realms, it is not difficult to destroy a first-rate force.

The carriage jolted slightly. In the carriage, Yan Fan looked at Yun Shiya directly opposite and asked straight to the point:

"According to the intelligence, the saint's ruins will be opened in the core area of ​​Shiwandashan. How much do you know about Shiwandashan?"

Sitting on pins and needles, Yun Shiya was surprised and asked instead:

"Ancestor, have you never been to Shiwanda Mountain?"

"I haven't been there." Yan Fan shook his head.

Yun Shiya pursed her red lips, quickly organized the words in her mind, and told slowly:

"How should I put it... I have been to Shiwanda Mountain five times, all in the outer area. It is a restricted area for humans and a paradise for monsters. It can be understood as the kingdom of monsters. It is located in the eastern region of Beihuang Continent. , covering a vast area with endless mountains and forests, forming a special terrain.”

"It is rumored that a long time ago, the Hundred Thousand Mountains was a plateau. Later, a Kunpeng ferocious beast fell on the plateau. Its skin turned into the terrain, the carrion turned into the mountains, and the blood turned into the river, giving birth to the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"Oh? The body turned into a hundred thousand mountains? Is this Kunpeng very big?" Yan Fan interjected and asked.

Le Huanhuan took out a blanket and covered Yan Fan's knees, murmuring, "Ancestor, the Kun is so big that it can't be known for hundreds of thousands of miles. It turned into a bird. Its name is Peng, and it is one of the strongest ancient ferocious beasts." , it is impossible to see it in the lower realm, and rumors record that the fallen Kunpeng came from Beiming Mountain in the upper realm."

Yun Shiya nodded, took over the topic and continued:

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains that Kunpeng transformed into are a natural holy land for monsters. Cultivating there can get twice the result with half the effort. Over time, more and more monsters gather. It is no exaggeration to say that the Hundred Thousand Mountains are the most powerful place in the Northern Wasteland. Strong forces, of course, are the strongest in theory. Monsters are cruel and murderous by nature, and they are not united with each other..."

Yan Fan listened carefully, folding his hands on the blanket on his knees, his brown eyes bright, looking forward to this outing even more.

The most powerful son of heaven in the Northern Wilderness Continent, the sons and goddesses of the Yuhua Palace in the upper realm, the countless monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains...

Yan Fan had a strong premonition that the saint's ruins would definitely trigger a brutal killing, and he would definitely not return home defeated.