Immortal Voices Chapter 152: Dynasty
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Nanzhou Guitu Chengrong clan land, underground palace, inside the bronze coffin.
The soul in the depths of Rong Xian's consciousness remained silent for a long time, until she had condensed all her emotions, as if all her weaknesses had been wiped out, and then slowly woke up.
There are no more people in this world that she cares about, and no things to let her miss.
The spirit shook gently, and Rong Xian could clearly hear the trickle of blood in his body.
She didn't pay attention to her situation, but looked at every movement of the sword emperor's blood in her body with a kind of surprise.
From the very beginning to the next bit by bit, the blood gathers into the heart, and from the heart, it flows all over the body.
I don't know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe a hundred years, when Rong Xian's body blood was finally assimilated, and the sun was self-explanatory.
The majestic vitality and strength flooded into the limbs, and Rong Xian had a faint illusion, as if she could pierce the sky through her hands.
This kind of omnipotent power fascinated her and made her heart fascinated.
Converging this powerful force, Rong Xian's consciousness began to return.
‘Boom! ’
In the dark underground palace, a slight and weak heartbeat sounded strangely, making people creepy.
I don't know how long it took, and the heartbeat of ‘Boom Da’ rang again.
As time goes by, the heartbeat becomes stronger and more regular.
Until the heart adapts to the changes in the body, until Rong Xian controls all the power.
In the bronze coffin, the person who had been closing his eyes finally opened the pair of phoenix eyes.
With the last tomb as the center, the coffins in the underground palace buzzed and shook, strange and frightening.
At the same time, outside of Xiaoqian, the Rongshi dynasty of Zhongqianjie, above the Qianjing Palace, the Qiyun Jinlong resting in the sea of Qiyun clouds suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the layers of space to look towards Xiaoqian. Somewhere in the world.
In the Palace Council Hall, the pale-faced black-gold dragon-robed man who was full of lifelessness suddenly opened his eyes. He wore the twelve Liu Tianzi's crown on his head, majestic and deep.
The brows and eyes have a blade-like coldness, and the lips are as thin as cicada wings. He was clearly sitting on the dragon chair, but he did not look like a king who controls the world. On the contrary, he looked like a peerless divine soldier.
"The Prime Minister." The emperor said softly, his voice was not loud, but it was easily heard from the hall, like the immortal ice and snow, cold and alarming.
Among the two courtiers standing on duty, the first middle-aged man on the left took a step, his plain face was calm, only his eyes were shrewd and sharp.
He bends down respectfully and calmly said: "The minister is here."
The emperor's eyes shot a divine light into the left side's mind. The left side could clearly detect that it was a woman, and she was never over fifty and was sleeping in a coffin.
Corresponding to this, there is also a map that guides the location of women.
He was at a loss, not knowing what the emperor meant.
The emperor seemed to know his doubts, and Binghan's voice sounded again: "She has my blood on her body. Find her and bring her to me in the shortest possible time. She will be the next heir to this dynasty. ."
The voice fell, and all the courtiers were in an uproar.
Their faces were full of joy and excitement, and the silence before them disappeared completely.
The blood evil spirit around Taiwei Baishi stagnated for a moment, and he raised his head and stared at the emperor above the throne, the hostility between his eyebrows and eyes faded, and he subconsciously stepped forward: "The emperor still has blood. ?"
Ten thousand years ago, His Majesty was seriously injured as soon as he became a king. After fighting with the Zhao Dynasty five thousand years ago, his Majesty was severely injured and was in an ambush and was unable to get out. The prince and the second prince hurriedly brought people back to help. Blew himself up in exchange for your majesty to get away.
The remaining three princes were assassinated two thousand years ago, and the eldest princess was killed by emotional tricks.
Although your Majesty is still alive, under the perennial turmoil of the Zhao Dynasty, the severe injuries are not healed and the soul is shattered, just holding a sigh of relief. What is more terrifying is that their dynasty has no heirs. This is undoubtedly a blow to everyone. .
Now they suddenly hear that there is a blood of your Majesty in the world, how can they not be excited.
The aloft emperor looked down, his expression as silent as ice and snow, his back was straighter than the green pine, he was like a sword.
No, he is just a sword.
Even if he is seriously injured and dying, he still doesn't see any weakness.
"The emperor and prince had just awakened the bloodline power, and I was aware of her existence." Without any hesitation, the emperor placed the identity of the emperor and prince on the person who appeared inexplicably.
The emperor Jinkouyu said that over the palace, the Qiyun Jinlong in the sea of fortune clouds gave a long roar of ‘high’, which seemed to be filled with joy.
The emperor's body exudes a faint chill, and it is a sword that is not easy to break without the temperature of human beings: "Doctor Yushi supervises the whole country, removes the spies, and waits for the emperor to return to the court. Liu Fengchang, a member of the ancestral temple Preparations for the sacrifice must not be lost."
"Promise." The courtiers responded in unison, and no one objected.
They all know that the emperor will not last long, and this desperate country needs a ruler with a healthy and long life.
The emperor closed his eyes again. It seems that because of a wish, the frowning eyebrows on the back of Liuzhu eased.
With a move of his mind, the golden dragon of Qiyun above the palace opened his dragon's eyes. After the golden dragon breathed out towards the sea of clouds, the sea of Qiyun quickly flew out a golden dragon of the same size.
After the emperor consciousness fell into it, the golden dragon quickly disappeared in the middle thousand realms.
Xiao Qianjie returned to the underground palace of Tucheng. Rong Xian found herself lying in the bronze coffin after waking up.
She swept away her divine consciousness, and a layer of grief slowly appeared in her eyes.
This is the tomb of the Rong tribe. It was destroyed by that group of mysterious people 1,600 years ago. Later, she rebuilt it after her revenge.
There are coffins in every tomb here, but there is no corpse in the coffins except for the people's underwear, because those people have no corpses.
Rong Xian felt a pain in her heart, and she revisited the old place, and the heart-piercing pain was still so clear.
Just as she moved, a golden dragon came out of thin air and got into her body.
The golden dragon and dragon are mighty, such as the shining majesty of the sky, the brilliance can not be seen.
Rong Xian's expression stagnated, her eyes full of alertness.
She immediately closed her eyes and went to the Sea of Consciousness to examine it carefully. Only then did she discover that the golden dragon had no life, but was just the incarnation of luck.
Rong Xian's eyes were full of surprise, and the condensation of luck actually existed.
But Rong Xian was very puzzled. How could this golden dragon of gas appear on her body, could it be because of the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor?
When Rong Xian was puzzled, the golden dragon lying in the sea of knowledge opened his eyes. Those eyes burst with dazzling golden light. When the light dissipated, the young man in a dragon robe straightened his back. Stand there.
Although his face is still young, his eyes are full of time.