Nanzhou Guitucheng Rong clan land, underground palace, inside the bronze coffin.
The soul deep in Rong Xian's consciousness was silent for a long time, until she calmed down all her emotions, as if she had erased all her weaknesses, and then slowly woke up.
There is no one in this world for her to care about anymore, and there is nothing for her to miss.
The soul shook slightly, and Rong Xian could clearly hear the sound of the blood trickling in her body.
She didn't pay attention to her situation, but watched every movement of the Sword Emperor's blood in her body with a kind of surprise.
From the first strands to the later bits and pieces, the blood gathers into the heart, and flows from the heart to the whole body.
I don't know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe a hundred years, Rong Xian's whole body's blood was finally assimilated, and the sunshade self-solved.
The majestic vitality and strength poured into the limbs and bones, Rong Xian faintly had an illusion, as if she could turn her hands and pierce the sky.
This omnipotent strength fascinated her and moved her heart.
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 horrified.
I don't know how long it took, and the heartbeat sounded again.
As time passed, the heartbeat became stronger and more regular.
Until the heart adapts to the changes in the body, until Rong Xian controls all the power.
Inside the bronze coffin, the man who had been keeping his eyes tightly closed finally opened those phoenix eyes.
With the last tomb as the center, the coffins in the underground palace vibrated, strange and frightening.
At the same time, outside Xiaoqianjie, the Rong Dynasty in the Middle Thousand Realm, above the Qianjing Palace, the Qiyun Jinlong, who was resting in the sea of Qiyun clouds, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to penetrate the layers of space and look at someone in Xiaoqianjie. place.
In the palace's government hall, a man in a black gold dragon robe with a pale face and a dead body all over his body suddenly opened his eyes.
His brows and eyes were cold and deserted like a blade, and his lips were as thin as cicada wings. He is clearly sitting on the dragon chair, but he is not like the king who controls the world, but like a peerless divine weapon.
"Prime Minister." The emperor said softly, his voice was not loud, but it came easily from the hall, like ice and snow that never melted, and the coldness was alarming.
Among the two courtiers standing in the class, the middle-aged man first on the left took a step, his bland face was calm, only those eyes were shrewd and sharp.
He bowed respectfully and said calmly, "This minister is here."
The emperor's eyes shot a divine light into Zuo Xiang's mind, Zuo Xiang could clearly detect that it was a woman, and she was a woman no older than fifty who was sleeping in a coffin.
Corresponding to this, there is also a map that guides the woman's position.
He was confused and didn't know what the emperor meant.
The emperor seemed to know his doubts, and Binghan's voice sounded again: "She has my blood, 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 instantly in an uproar.
Their faces were full of joy and excitement, and the previous silence had completely disappeared.
The blood suffocating around Master Bai stagnated for a moment. He raised his head and stared at the emperor on the throne. The anger between his brows faded, and he subconsciously took two steps forward: "The emperor still has blood in the world?"
10,000 years ago, His Majesty was conspicuously injured when he first ascended the throne, and after the war with the Zhao Dynasty 5,000 years ago, His Majesty was seriously injured and fell into an ambush. In exchange for His Majesty to get away.
Later, the remaining three princes were assassinated to death two thousand years ago, and the eldest princess was seduced by emotions and took the opportunity to kill.
Although His Majesty was still alive, under the perennial harassment of the Zhao Dynasty, his soul was shattered from serious injuries, and he was just holding on to his breath. What was even more terrifying was that their dynasty had no heir, which was undoubtedly a blow to everyone.
Now that they suddenly heard that His Majesty's blood was alive, how could they not be excited.
Looking down from the eyes of the high emperor, his expression was as quiet as ice and snow, and his back was straighter than Qingsong. He was like a sword.
No, he is a sword.
Even though he was seriously injured, he still couldn't see any weakness.
"The princess has just awakened the power of her bloodline before I sensed her existence." Without any hesitation, the emperor put the identity of the princess on the person who appeared inexplicably.
Emperor Jinkou Yuyan said that over the palace, the Qiyun Golden Dragon 'Ang' in the Qiyun Sea of Clouds gave a long roar, which seemed to be full of joy.
The emperor's body exudes a faint cold air, without the warmth of a person, but it is a sword that is not easy to break: "The doctor of the imperial censor monitors the whole country, weed out spies, and wait for the princess to return to the court. Liu Fengchang, prepare for the sacrifice in the ancestral temple of etiquette. , not to be lost.”
"No." The courtiers responded in unison, and no one objected.
They all know that the emperor can't last long, and this desperate country needs a ruler who is healthy and long-lived.
The emperor closed his eyes again, as if because of a wish, the frowning eyebrows behind Liu Zhu eased down.
With a move of his mind, the golden dragon of luck above the palace opened its dragon eyes. After the golden dragon exhaled at the sea of clouds, the sea of clouds of luck quickly flew out a golden dragon of the same size.
After the emperor's consciousness fell into it, the golden dragon quickly disappeared into the Middle Thousand Realm.
Xiao Qianjie, in the underground palace of Guitu City, Rong Xian woke up and found herself lying in a bronze coffin.
As soon as her consciousness swept away, a layer of grief slowly appeared in her eyes.
This is the tomb of the Rong people. It was destroyed by those mysterious people 1600 years ago. Later, she rebuilt it after revenge.
There are coffins in every tomb here, but there is not a single body in the coffin except the clan's intimate clothing, because those clansmen died without a whole body.
Rong Xian felt a pain in her heart, and she revisited the old place, the piercing pain was still so clear.
Just when she made a move, a golden dragon came out of thin air and got into her body.
The golden dragon is mighty and mighty, like the majesty of the sky, and it can't be stared at.
Rong Xian's expression was stagnant, and her eyes were full of vigilance.
She immediately closed her eyes and went to the Sea of Consciousness to check carefully, only to discover that the golden dragon had no life, it was just the incarnation of luck.
Rong Xian's eyes were full of surprise, the condensed formation of luck actually existed.
But Rong Xian was very puzzled. How could this lucky golden dragon appear on her body? Could it be because of the blood of the Sword Emperor
When Rong Xian was puzzled, the golden dragon lying in the sea of consciousness opened his eyes, and those eyes burst out with dazzling golden rays of light. There.
Although his face is still young, his eyes are full of the precipitation of time.
Rong Xian: I have a premonition that big trouble is coming ヽ(Д)
(End of this chapter)