The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 516: Xuanyuanjian!

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Chapter 516 Xuanyuan Sword!

Speaking of this, Hua Qianling couldn't help crying:

"That was the most miserable period of time. Without the real monarch, our clan was attacked by many powerful clans and sects. Hundreds of millions of people suffered most of the deaths and injuries, and only a small part remained..."

Listening to what the great elder said, everyone fell silent, including Ye Chen, feeling a little heavy, and Yao'er was even more tearful, holding Ye Chen's hands tightly.

Dominated from one domain, fell to a remote city. What hardships and hardships did the Chinese ancestors endure? It is almost unimaginable. Ye Chen could think that the current Seven Great Profound Sects, many sect families, were probably contaminated with the blood of the Chinese nationality back then.

Especially the Nanli royal family, there are bound to be inextricably linked with it. That blood curse, even if it wasn't the first generation King Nanli himself. It must also be related to him, at least the Nanli royal family must know some inside stories.

"Elder, don't worry, I have some grudges, I will settle with them slowly."

Ye Chen gently shook Yao'er's hand, and said lightly.

"Thousand Ling...On behalf of the ancestors and ancestors, worship Zhenjun."

The elder shook his body when he heard the words, then bowed heavily, his head kept touching the ground. Behind him, many condensed pills, knelt down together, sincerely respect.

The hall is solemn and the atmosphere is solemn, only Ye Chen is standing there, his eyes are cold and murderous...

Next, Ye Chen lived in the spiritual temple in the name of the true monarch of the Chinese nationality. In addition, Lingmiao began to prepare for Ye Chen's "True Monarch Ceremony".

"The Grand Ceremony of True Monarchs is the grand ceremony of the clan to celebrate the existence of true monarchs in the clan. They gather friends from all over the world, sacrifice to ancestors, and proclaim the world. Mr. has become a true monarch, and it is time to declare the four directions to promote the prestige of the Chinese. "

Grand Elder Hua Qianling said excitedly.

True monarch is like a god, no matter in any strong clan, even among the seven great profound gates, the true monarch out of the Aperture is a pivotal existence. If a sect has a true monarch, it must open the door to entertain guests, and rest for ten days and ten nights. And if the small tribes like the Chinese come out of their bodies, they will pull the Chinese out even more, and they will be on an equal footing with many big tribes. No one dares to look down upon the Chinese.

"A golden pill comes out of the body, and all the six and eight wastes will worship."

Xiao Qingyu looked at Ye Chen a little jealously, because Ye Chen is the true monarch, so the entire Chinese family must celebrate him. Even more to hold the ceremony with all his strength, Ye Chen didn't need to do anything, he was sitting there. The elders will hand over all the supreme rights of the Chinese people.

But Xiao Qingyu knew that Ye Chen deserved it. Without him, the Chinese would have been flattened by the Miyin Clan.

"One day, I will also become a true king."

Xiao Qingyu clenched his fist secretly, swearing secretly, and had been doing his stalker's Hua Nongyu, but at this time he followed Ye Chen with a smile on his face trying to get close.

Many elders are responsible for the holding of the main hall, and Ye Chen doesn't care about it. He is leisurely, wandering in the spiritual temple all day long. Several forbidden lands have opened their doors to him, and he can come and go at will, looking through the oldest historical documents of the Chinese.

What he was reading at this time was the oldest Chinese secret policy, which recorded ancient secrets that only the elders of the past can see.

"It's the sun, the mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, the river dried up, and the sky was shining in ten days, and there was a god-man appearing. The god-man was billions of feet tall, standing above the sky. , Shining thousands of miles... Since then, our clan has been unable to power anymore. All the people of the clan have lost their spiritual veins and cannot sense the aura. After another three hundred years, the chains gradually loosened and new monks appeared."

For many people, this passage in an ancient book is hard to understand.

But in Ye Chen's view, this text clearly records the mystery why the descendants of Huaxia Cultivation were unable to practice. Especially when coupled with the immortal cords in Yao'er's body, the answer is ready to come out.

"Speaking out of the way, this is a real supernatural power."

Ye Chen's eyes are faint.

With one word, the talent of a clan is abolished, and the effect of the spell will last for thousands of generations. Such a terrifying great supernatural power, ordinary Nascent Soul, may not have it. Moreover, if it is not for life and death, this cruel method is not necessary at all.

Because such a great supernatural power has such a powerful effect, it must have a terrifying counter-attack power.

"Who the **** is it, and the Chinese people have this enmity? Do not hesitate to fight the danger of breaking the road, and the souls will be in reincarnation forever, but also let the Chinese people suffer this disaster?"

Ye Chen frowned slightly. He knows many kinds of magic spells and secret techniques that can achieve this effect, but no matter any one, they are not easy to do. They need to pay a variety of prices, some, He even sacrifices his own life and sacrifices to hundreds of millions of lives.

"It doesn't matter. No matter who did it, King Nanli must know it. It may even be the curse of the first King Nanli himself. They all said that the first King Nanli had already cultivated Lei Jiao's true body back then. , The cultivation base is comparable to that of a US dollar baby, and the lifespan should be thousands of years old, but it disappeared out of thin air at more than a thousand years old. There must be something strange in it."

Ye Chen decided to find a time to go to Nanli Wangcheng and settle accounts with them.

There are several types of forbidden areas in the spiritual temple.

There are those who store and practice exercises and classical books; there are those who store elixir and elixir; and those who worship the magic weapons of ancestors. The first types are all very important, and the last ones are not taken seriously.

The magic weapons of the Chinese ancestors have often existed for thousands of years. If the available spirit treasures have long been taken by the Chinese monks, the ones that are still visited in the forbidden area are almost all magic weapons that cannot be used and do not know the function, and even the remnant soldiers have broken swords.

Ye Chen took it with his hand, and found that among these weapons, all aura had long been lost, and only an empty shell was left.

He stood in the forbidden ground, overlooking the rusty, dimly lighted treasure soldiers around him. Back then, these weapons were held in the hands of Chinese true monarchs and even the heavenly monarchs, fighting **** battles with countless foreign powerhouses, shaking the world with supernatural power, and leveling the mountains and rivers with one blow. Today, he can only be forgotten in the corner quietly, no one knows.

"Huh?

Ye Chen suddenly said softly, his gaze fell on a broken sword. The broken sword was originally supposed to be five feet long, but now only half of it was left, with rust and mottled spots on it, with patches of dry black blood.

The reason why Ye Chen was surprised is that from the bloodstain, he felt an incomparably domineering aura that looked all over the world. Although this aura was very weak, but after thousands of years, the owner had been dead for a long time. , Still exists.

"This is... the blood of Yuanying Tianjun! Is this broken sword the weapon of the Chinese Yuanying Tianjun?"

Ye Chen was startled, he stretched out his hand to hold the sword hilt, and the gold core circulated, and a little infuse infuriating energy.

"Boom——!"

As the true essence penetrated, the broken sword roared, and pieces of rust fell one after another, suddenly bursting into radiant splendor. The room is full of glowing rays and aura, it is crystal clear, like immortal immortal gold. The horrible fluctuations rise from the sword to the sky, like the resurrection of a peerless **** king, crushing the heavens and breaking the mountains and rivers.

"This is...Xuanyuanjian?"