Unofficial History of Emperor Taisho

Fighting dragons in the wild, their blood is black and yellow.The flying dragon is in the sky, it is in the virtue of heaven, auspicious——

The golden dragon comes from the east, flies over the land of the Five Sacred Mountains, and overlooks the world from the top of the sea of ​​clouds. Poetry and wine flourish in the Tang Dynasty, ten miles away from Chang'an, and it is transformed into an immortal poem written by literati and poets.

The golden dragon swung its tail, the sea of ​​clouds churned, and the huge dragon soared for nine days, and finally landed on Cangwu Mountain.

At that moment, in the void, Cangwu Mountain and another space in the same place merged into one with the help of this divine power!

The monster sleeping in the abyss suddenly opened its eyes and turned over - the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the rocks pierced through the sky!

The golden dragon was startled, he charged up and jumped, countless shrill roars spewed out along with thousands of ghost hands, the raging devil energy formed a powerful whirlwind, and amidst the entanglement, the golden dragon was exhausted at last, and fell headlong into the abyss.

The boy opened his eyes and woke up from the nightmare.

The entire Fengcheng woke up from the outrageous shock just now.

Layers of thunderclouds piled up in the northwest sky, and lightning instantly illuminated the entire Demon Realm.

The young man sat up, quietly looking at the figures of the people running and fleeing in front of the window - one person went against the flow of people, passed through the disturbed crowd and the fallen stone pillar palace wall, and came towards him regardless of everything.

The palace door was wide open, and the young guards were wrapped in cold air. When the door opened, silver light poured out behind them, reflecting a slender figure on the ground.

"Your Highness!" The young guard ran into the inner palace before letting out a long sigh of relief, "Still sleeping, get up quickly."

The chaotic and noisy sounds outside the palace faded away like running water, and in the huge bedroom, only the guard in front of him remained.

The boy looked sideways, "Are the magic eyes awake?"

"Well," the young man leaned over, let him half lean in his arms, dressed him earnestly, then knelt down on one knee, and put on his boots, "I don't know how I woke up, Qian Xigong sent a message, Order the three kings to meet at night and discuss matters together."

The young man half closed his eyes, obviously he didn't sleep well, he held the general's sleeve and stood up, thinking that he didn't put on more clothes, forget it, this fool is in good health, and asked, "Where's father?"

"Wait outside, if you don't leave, he dare not go first."

The white-bearded and haired King Ji stood outside with his hands folded. He looked disheveled, as if he had been called hastily. His shoulders and chest were slightly bent, his neck stood stiffly, but his eyes were drooping, staring at the white jade brick in front of him—— ——It was a very strange posture, it seemed a little fearful, but also stubborn enough to maintain the last bit of dignity.

Countless flying stones and dust fell down, and the old Demon King remained motionless with a calm heart that was as dead as ash.

The young man was neatly dressed, wearing Ji's bright red royal robe, his long jet black hair was loosely tied, hanging down docilely behind his back, his face was exquisite and unparalleled, he was a well-known beautiful young man in the devil world, and the young guard behind him was tall and stalwart. The two stood together, like Sharp spears and thick shields.

King Ji raised his eyes and looked away, silently turning his gaze away.

The young man sneered, and a maid who was in a panic ran past him. The young man grabbed the maid's neck and made her feet hang in the air, and shouted, "Why panic!"

The maid said in panic, "Your Highness, the demon eye has awakened!"

"Wake up and wake up," the young man pushed gently with one hand—the maid was sent flying by an invisible pulse of energy, and then a red light flashed past. The bird, the six-tailed three-legged hawk, spilled hot plasma all over the ground—this was a shocking shock, and the panicked crowd was shocked, and everyone knelt down tremblingly, and there was a moment of silence.

"There can be chaos in other places, but Liaohua Palace can't, pass on the order," the young man said in a deep voice before the building was about to fall, "Sharingan is guarded by a big demon, and it can be stopped from time to time. Anyone who makes a lot of noise will be executed immediately!"

The young man had accumulated power for a long time, and his words were loud and loud, silently dispelling the panic in everyone's hearts. The guards stood up and guided the crowd in an orderly manner.

The young guard behind him looked at the mess and frowned almost imperceptibly.

Well, it's finally quiet.

The boy yawned and walked towards Qianxi Palace.

This is a catastrophe for thousands of years in the demon world. Demon eyes, corpse mountains and seas of blood, these two places give birth to black demon energy day and night. These miasma-like things can cover everything - rocks, flowers and trees, living creatures - and then Absorb the essence of all living beings to nourish the body, and those who can survive this devilish purgatory will be able to gain its power to become spirits, become monsters, or transform into demons.

In the prosperous age of the human world, the two generations of gods and demons tried their best to maintain a delicate balance - because the gods and demons no longer make trouble in the human world, they can enjoy a short period of peace, and once this balance is broken, the world will be full of blood - the gods Although they are content with pleasure, these monsters who have cultivated spiritual wisdom are more greedy and comfortable.

The young man is a demon, named Qi, and surnamed Ji.

This is the Phoenix City of the Demon Realm, a magnificent capital built in the imitation of Chang'an in the human world. Nearly half of the demon clans in the Demon Realm live here, known as the Three Kings, Nine Deities and Hundred Clans.

The three kings are Feng, Ji, and Pan, of which the Feng family is the emperor, the founding name is Zheng, and the reign name is Tai'an.

Ji Qi turned sideways to let her father, King Ji, go first, followed by the young guards, and the three walked through the dilapidated pavilion to the Qianxi Palace where Emperor Feng lived.

Facing him, a tiny snowflake landed on his eyelashes, and instantly melted into drops of water, covering all the scenes in his field of vision with a layer of colorful brilliance. He looked forward, looking at the layer upon layer of palace complexes.

Qianxi Palace is located on the central axis of Fengcheng. Liaohua Palace and Pan's Kuiwan Palace are one on the left and one on the right. At the back of the hall is the Canghaitai, which is full of stars, which brings the whole Dazheng into view—in the darkness, the Canghaitai stands majestically, no matter what the wind and rain are coming, it will stand still—there is engraved a map of the Dazheng Mountains and Rivers, and there stands the Demon Realm Jianguo Since then, there are only a handful of imperial tablets.

The young man was a little dazed for a while, and in a trance, he remembered the dry and pleasant smell of warm breath when he leaned on the young guard.

The imperial guards in black iron armor blocked the entire Qianxi Palace. Emperor Feng was always suspicious, and now he was even more afraid that someone would take advantage of the disorder to attack. The whole group was searched thoroughly—the young guards looked at Ji Qi worriedly.

Ji Qi's face turned pale.

"Squeak-"

In the darkness, with a sharp sound from Youyuan, the door of Qianxi Palace opened wide, and a young man in a black royal robe stepped out.

"Prince Ji is here," the young man was handsome, with a pleasing smile, looking at the young man with an unfriendly expression, "Luan Luan doesn't like others to touch him—you."

Then his face changed, and he shouted in a cold voice, "Back off."

Stepping back from side to side, the young man turned sideways, stretched out one hand, palm facing up, "Please."

This is Feng Qige, the eldest son of Emperor Feng, the crown prince of Dazheng.

The three kings met at night to discuss the matter of the magic eye. Emperor Feng sat at the head, and the man in the black robe served beside him.

The young man sat behind King Ji, with half of his face hidden in the darkness, patiently listening to everyone's discussions.

Emperor Feng said, "The magic eye has been suppressed by the magic book. Now it seems that the magic book can't hold it down anymore. Let's sing."

Feng Qige took a step forward.

Emperor Feng continued, "Tell me what to do."

Feng Qige said, "Use the blood of the three kings to break the magic formation and get back the magic book."

"This is not something ordinary people can do, Qige you—"

King Ji suddenly trembled and said, "Please go ahead, the prince must not make mistakes."

Emperor Feng hesitated for a moment, but his eyes relaxed a lot. Feng Qige's eyes fell lightly from a high place, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Ji Qi, please go." The young man interrupted Emperor Feng, stood up from behind King Ji, and looked at Emperor Feng head-on, "The magic eye is not a trivial matter. If the prince makes a mistake, it is a misfortune for the country."

"boom!"

There was a thunder, the earth trembled again, a terrifying roar came from the demon eye, the situation changed, and the expression on Emperor Feng's face changed, he looked at his grandson - countless terrible and dirty pasts emerged, from the ghost mountain After he came back, the child gained a powerful magic power, but he was always cautious. Whenever there was a big event, he would follow behind King Ji step by step.

How could he believe it.

After a while, Emperor Feng nodded, "I'll give you three thousand soldiers, and we'll set off early tomorrow morning."

"Heh," Pan Wang laughed without saying a word. It was a wrinkled, black and thin old woman, and her smile touched the shriveled flesh on her face. "Emperor Feng is reluctant to part with his own child, but he is reluctant to part with his grandson."

Emperor Feng's expression changed, he waved his hand and ignored it.

The young man bowed his head and took the imperial decree from Fengxi.

Outside Qianxi Palace, the young guard stood aside frowning, keeping a distance from the armored guards. He watched the changing situation in the distance, and sighed slightly.

After a while, Ji Qi finally came out.

"Xiongchu." The boy called out.

The young guard hurried forward, caught a glimpse of the imperial decree in his hand, and his expression changed.

"Let's go now, to the magic eye." The boy said.

"I'll go back and prepare my luggage," Xiong Chu stroked his hair, "I'll accompany you."

"No," the young man said, hinting at King Ji behind him, Xiongchu understood in an instant, he had to stay in Fengcheng to watch King Ji, so as not to catch fire behind him.

"I'm worried," Xiong Chu said, "Forget it, I'll cook you something delicious and eat something."

"Let's go immediately." The young man said in a young voice, as if he was afraid that he would get angry.

Sure enough, Xiong Chu said angrily, "You haven't changed your clothes yet, and you haven't eaten any food!"

"Fool." Ji Qi scolded, and there was a childish smile in her eyes.

In the third year of Tai'an, three thousand demon troops waited impatiently in the outer city. Ji Qi, dressed in royal robes, set out on the road hungry.

Xiongchu was sweating profusely as he ran all the way to the outside of the city gate, and handed him a pack of warm steamed buns, which he held in his arms, reluctant to eat.

That general is Emperor Feng's subordinate, and he has heard many rumors about the little prince of the Ji family. The warrior looked down on this kind of prostitute who used to serve the emperor with sex, and also understood what Emperor Feng meant, and deliberately isolated him, so Ji Qi was like a withdrawn , the unflattering child, with a cold face, followed in a muffled voice.

The place where the magic eye is located is a wasteland of ice and snow. The underground snow melts into ice and accumulates year by year, forming an indestructible layer of ice. The abyss of the magic eye suddenly stretches across this endless wasteland, as if an ancient giant split the world with an axe. Leaving behind this bottomless dark abyss—after tens of thousands of years, a daunting giant eye suddenly opened.