Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 869: The old gods are dead

The capital city.

The palace.

The traces of the Li royal family's existence are being quickly erased.

And the various imprints unique to Wei Shi are rapidly increasing and imprinting them.

The envoy Yao Lian came to the palace, and soon met Wei Wuji, the current Patriarch of the Wei family, the father of Wei Mingchen.

"Your Majesty, a top powerhouse has arrived in the city."

The status of the God Envoy Yao Lian is not low, and he can directly meet the most powerful person in the capital today.

"Top powerhouse?"

Wei Wuji is a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes. He has good skin and an average temperament. Hearing this, he asked with great interest, "How strong is it? How strong is it?"

Yao Lian said: "Not under me."

"Oh?"

Wei Wuji asked again: "How does it compare with my son?"

He has a total of thirty-eight sons - this number does not include the two who have been slaughtered by Lin Beichen.

But in the sentence just now, 'my son' specifically refers to Wei Mingchen.

The envoy Yao Lian lowered his head and said, "Naturally, he cannot compare with His Royal Highness Shenzi."

"Ha ha ha."

Wei Wuji laughed loudly and said: "God God Envoy, you are right, hahaha, because my son Wei Mingchen has the appearance of a god."

Hearing Wei Wuji say his surname, Yao Lian frowned fiercely.

If someone else said so, then this person must be on the way to reincarnation at this time.

But since he is the father of His Highness Shenzi, then there is no problem.

"My enthronement ceremony will be in ten days."

Wei Wuji sat on the newly designed Human Emperor Dragon Chair, rubbing the unique original texture of gold with his hands in satisfaction, with an intoxicated expression, squinting his eyes, and said: "God envoy, you are my son's favorite Under the command of trust, you can definitely use the fastest speed to get rid of the so-called top powerhouse, and I won't worry about it, right?"

The envoy Yao Lian bowed his head and said, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the three envoys Yao Ming, Yao Qian, and Yao Ren are also on their way here, and when they arrive, no one can harm your enthronement. Threat."

"Really?"

Wei Wuji sat on the dragon chair, crossed Erlang's legs, shook his legs vigorously, and said, "It's all thanks to my son, haha, he is the son of God, so am I the priest?"

"Your Majesty."

The God Envoy Yao Lian looked solemn and said, "Be careful."

Wei Wuji shook his legs indifferently, and said: "Ha, I'm just making an ethical stalk, why are you nervous... By the way, there is an answer to that false god, Lord of Swords, on the side of Temple Mountain. ?”

A hint of helplessness flashed in the depths of Yao Lian's eyes.

For a long time, there was a problem that he couldn't figure out.

Why does His Highness Son of God have such a father who is showing off, being seductive, vulgar, lustful, lazy, gluttonous, rude, arrogant, stupid, and cowardly?

And why does His Highness Son of God insist on sending

This father who is showing off, flamboyant, vulgar, lustful, lazy, gluttonous, rude, arrogant, stupid, and timid all over the body, will he be pushed to the throne of the emperor?

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that an old **** like the Lord of Swords is already a thing of the past and won't last long."

The God Envoy Yao Lian replied: "The battle that day made her understand her situation. The old **** is dead, and the new **** will be established. Our Thousand Grass Temple has the support of the Great Wilderness Temple, and we have already got the support of the Great Desolation Temple. God's acknowledgment also gave her enough steps, if she still doesn't know how to advance and retreat, when the deadline comes, it will be the day of her downfall."

"Hehe... God has fallen."

Wei Wuji looked yearning, shaking his legs, propped his chin with one hand, and said: "I'm looking forward to it, what will the fallen gods look like? Can they still be called gods?"

Yao Lian God Envoy kept silent.

Wei Wuji laughed loudly: "Look at you, every time you just talk about the gods, you have an expression like a dead parent. Come on, be happy and give me a smile."

The God Envoy Yao Lian frowned, turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Wei Wuji's loud laughter echoed in the hall.

"Ahahaha, it's really boring. How can I become an envoy of God, but there are rules and restrictions everywhere, so I'm not as happy as ordinary people?"

Sitting on a recast solid gold throne, he rolled around laughing, laughing so hard that he shed tears.

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Temple Mount.

This is the first time Lin Beichen has come to the Temple Mountain in the capital.

Greater than expected.

It is taller than imagined.

The huge mountain peaks are connected to each other, like rock giants standing on the ground arm in arm, but because of the distant ages, the bodies of these rock giants are covered with lush plants, like green moss...

From the foot of the mountain to the peak, ancient buildings and huge statues are dotted on the cliffs, and chain bridges connect the cliffs and isolated peaks.

It is conceivable how many believers of the Lord of Swords were practicing and living on this temple mountain in the glory days of the past.

However, there is a faint bleak and lonely atmosphere among the mountain peaks and roads.

Many temples are empty, and the steps and ground are full of dust and cobwebs.

The long-bright mysterious lamps on many giant statues and sculptures have been extinguished.

Some temple priests who are not weak often sit under the statues, running divine power, repairing and healing.

They seem to have gone through a big battle, with a lot of losses and injuries.

The new pope, Hua Qingyan, led Lin Beichen and his party all the way to the top of the Temple Mountain.

Here, there is the only high-level divine grace temple in the entire Beihai Empire [Sword Lord Hall].

It has the tallest, largest and thickest statue of the Lord of Swords in the North Sea Empire.

Li Xiuyuan and others were placed in the side hall by Anzhi to rest temporarily.

And Lin Beichen, following the new pope, came here

The [Sword Lord Hall].

"His Majesty is waiting for you in the hall."

Hua Qingyan stood at the entrance of the main hall, stretching out her hand as a gesture of invitation.

The newly-appointed Pope of the Lord of the Sword, Monarch Temple, looks to be in his mid-twenties, possessing both the innocence of a young girl and the allure of a mature woman. The appearance is naturally the first-class transcendent choice, the figure is graceful, the weapon is fierce, and the waistline is so beautiful that it seems that any man in the world can be drunk to death.

In order to maintain the character design, Lin Beichen's gaze stayed on the pope for a while longer.

Hua Qingyan looked at Lin Beichen and smiled slightly.

"You are the most handsome boy I have ever seen."

Her voice was soft and honest, and she said: "Before I met you, I never thought that there would really be such a thing as 'male sex' in this world."

Oh, is that a compliment?

In Lin Beichen's mind, he couldn't help but compare Hua Qingyan and Qin Zhuji, and then quickly came to a conclusion——

A big wife is more beautiful.

I just don't know where she went.

Lin Beichen responded to the Pope's praise with a smile, then turned and walked into the hall.

The hall is very dark.

The air is filled with the smell of blood.

Something is gurgling in the darkness.

Lin Beichen walked into the depths of the hall step by step.

The cold and silvery moonlight shines in from the glazed lens of the dome, and falls on the seat of the God of Swords carved from white stone.

The air in early spring is slightly cold.

A figure with loose hair, wearing a white dress, sitting quietly, eyes bright in the moonlight.

"You are here."

"I'm coming."

"You shouldn't be here."

"I'm here."

"There is still time to go now."

"But I don't want to go."

"I smell the breath of evil spirits from outside the sky on your body, how much power is left in your stick technique?"

"That depends on how far your godhead has recovered."

"Did you see it?"

"I can see it a little bit."

"Which point?"

"You are injured, the one who hurt you is not a mortal."

"It seems that you have gained a lot in the outer world."

On the throne, the 'Lord of Swords' slowly stood up.

Tick tock.

Blood dripped drop by drop along the armrest of the divine seat, and gently dripped to the ground. The moment the blood drop shattered, it was like a blood lotus flower that only bloomed for a moment, evil and holy.

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Good night, brothers, thank you for recommending me the medicine (?_?)