Lin Jiufeng said that the world was in chaos.
Sure enough, on the third day after Emperor Yuan asked the nine vassal kings to come to Beijing to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday.
The vassal kings from all over the country sent out official letters in unison. The content was very simple. If you were sick, you could let your heirs go to the imperial capital to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday.
But if I want them to go by themselves, there is no way.
As soon as this incident came out, the whole country was in an uproar.
The nine vassal kings united to resist the imperial power.
Of course, they worked together like this before.
But that was in private. On the surface, he still had some respect for the imperial power.
But this time, the fig leaf on the bright side was completely torn off, and the nine vassal kings did not give the imperial power any face.
Didn't you just point your finger at Emperor Yuan's nose and say that you, a young boy, have been emperor for ten years and you want to deal with them
Your father, your grandfather, and the founding emperor of your family don’t have this ability, so why do you
For a time, the conflict intensified and everyone in the world became nervous.
Rumors were flying all over the sky. Some people said that Emperor Yuan had mobilized his army to launch a conquest against the nine vassal kings.
Some people also said that the nine vassal kings also gathered heavy troops and prepared to counterattack.
The rumors spread from all walks of life are very real, as if the Yuhua Shen Dynasty will be split into two in the next second.
Shaky!
The building will collapse!
Within the territory of the Yuhua Dynasty, one of the nine vassal kings, the Zhao family, their ancestors followed the founding emperor of the Yuhua Dynasty to conquer the world, made great military exploits, and were named Zhao Guogong.
They govern a state.
A lot of people gathered in Zhao Guogong's mansion that night, and there were nine people sitting on a round table.
These nine people are the nine contemporary feudal kings.
Behind them, standing are their confidants.
"This time Emperor Yuan lost his mind and went crazy. He actually attacked us all. He is simply bringing his own death." Zhao Guogong snorted coldly.
Hereditary and hereditary, accustomed to being local overlords, they did not want to go to the imperial capital and hand over all their wealth and lives to Emperor Yuan.
"Who is going to teach this new emperor a lesson and let him know how powerful we vassal kings are." A man with a hooked nose sneered.
"This Emperor Yuan is ambitious and ambitious. He wants to reorganize the world and recreate the sun and the moon, but he doesn't even ask us if we agree." A paunchy prince said.
"The time for our nine vassal kings to rebel has not yet come. Now that the world is changing and spiritual energy is recovering, all the major forces are dormant. We also need to be dormant." A scholar said.
"Of course I know this, that is, the time has not come yet, the spiritual energy recovery has not reached its peak, it is just the beginning, otherwise I will lead the army now, rush into the imperial capital, and twist off the head of this whimsical emperor." A muscular warrior Leng shouted.
"Then how should we teach Emperor Yuan a lesson?" asked an old prince.
"Poison, poison him to death, and save all those troubles." Zhao Guogong said directly.
"Zhao Guogong, if you go and poison him, I will have no choice but to assassinate him." The man with the hooked nose smiled and said.
"What are you two doing, competing with each other?" The pot-bellied prince burst into laughter.
"Since the Sky Eagle King wants to make a bet with me, that's fine. Let's see who of us succeeds first, whether Emperor Yuan will die under my poison or your assassination." Zhao Guogong also laughed and didn't mind at all. .
Instead, he regarded Emperor Yuan's death as a bet.
"King Tianying, there is a Martial Saint beside Emperor Yuan. The Martial Saint who once killed the ancestor Huajian is supporting Emperor Yuan, otherwise he would not dare to cut down the vassal." The handsome scholar said.
"Of course I know that Emperor Yuan has a Martial Saint, but is he the only one in the world who has a Martial Saint?" King Tianying sneered.
The other eight feudal lords all laughed.
The ancestors of their family have all achieved the level of Martial Saint, which is why they are not afraid of Emperor Yuan's attempt to cut down the feudal vassalage.
You, a Martial Saint, have no chance of winning against our nine great Martial Saints!
"In this case, let the world see what we are capable of. The stakes are higher. Whoever kills Emperor Yuan first among our nine vassal kings will win." Zhao Guogong stood up and said.
"I have no problem, but what's the stake?" The Sky Eagle King agreed without hesitation.
"Just bet on the token of the Holy Lord of the Demon Sect. This token is split into many parts. If you collect them all, you can get the relics of the Holy Lord. I know everyone has one in their hands. Who will kill Emperor Yuan first this time? The others The token must be handed over to the winner unconditionally," Zhao Guogong said with a strange light in his eyes.
He has his own little ideas.
Use the death of Emperor Yuan as a bet, start a competition, and then get the Holy Lord Token.
As for whether he can win, he is very sure.
The other people thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
The nine vassal kings each went to the imperial capital to kill Emperor Yuan based on their own abilities.
With the death of Emperor Yuan, the gamble officially began.
This group of people did not take the imperial power, Emperor Yuan, or the Yuhua Divine Dynasty seriously at all.
Forbidden City, Central Hall.
Emperor Yuan was sitting with a tired look on his face.
In front of him, stood an old man, looking at Emperor Yuan with a complex expression.
"It's too hasty." The old man said the same thing as Lin Jiufeng, thinking that Emperor Yuan's operation was too hasty.
Emperor Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa Huang, the vassal king's tail is too big to fall off. It can't be suppressed anymore. It must be cut off when the opportunity arises."
"But it would be unwise for you to offend the nine vassal kings at once." The old man sighed. He was the grandfather of the previous emperor, Emperor Yuan.
After he abdicated, he began to practice in seclusion until now, with the help of the revived spiritual energy, he has reached the realm of martial saint.
He is the source of Emperor Yuan's confidence.
The royal family’s own martial saint.
In addition to Wu Ming, Emperor Yuan had two martial saints in his hands, plus a million troops, as well as countless masters in the royal family, Emperor Yuan dared to take risks and declare war on the nine vassal kings.
"Grandpa Huang, I don't have much time." Emperor Yuan said with a tired expression.
The old emperor's expression changed, he stretched out his hand to grab Emperor Yuan's wrist, and used his true energy to explore Emperor Yuan's body.
"Have you practiced that evil technique?" The old emperor looked at Emperor Yuan in shock and anger.
Emperor Yuan smiled helplessly: "Grandpa Huang, I need strength."
"You are confused. You have forgotten that your father died when he was only fifty years old. Didn't you just practice this evil technique? How could you follow in the same footsteps?" the old emperor said sadly.
The cause of his son's death, the previous emperor, was said to be problems in his spiritual practice and illness due to overwork, which left him unable to recover.
But the inside story is that the previous emperor, in order to correct the chaos, forcibly practiced the most evil martial arts in the royal family, which caused physical problems.
Originally, the old emperor had sealed this technique and no one was allowed to see it, but Emperor Yuan secretly read it.
"Grandpa Huang, although I have made mistakes in my cultivation, I have not gained anything. This time I must wipe out the hundreds of years of stubborn diseases of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty." Emperor Yuan stood up firmly and said in a deep voice.
"My child, is it worth it?" The old prince looked lovingly at his grandson, who was also the successor to his throne.
"For the dignity of the royal family, for the continuation of the Yuhua Dynasty, for my great cause of reform, and for the people of the world to live and work in peace and contentment, I will have no regrets even if I die nine times." Emperor Yuan said firmly.
"Besides, I have one last trick." Emperor Yuan's eyes fell on the cold palace where Lin Jiufeng was located far away.
He would not trouble his elder brother unless absolutely necessary.