The Holy Emperor is here to go!

The imperial city is still calm because the news has been strictly blocked.

But this news was like a midnight phantom, quietly flying away from the imperial city and drifting into the palace of the eight royal cities.

Mingzu's eyes flashed. Although the news of the Holy Emperor Yan Jia had been confirmed, there was no funeral in the palace, and his people did not see the body of the Holy Emperor with their own eyes, so he did not dare to believe it easily.

If the Holy Emperor is alive, he would not dare to act rashly even if he had a breath. Even if he had the support of Uncle Seven, Ninth, and Thirteenth behind his back, it was still not enough to compete with the Holy Emperor. When Tianwei was angry, no matter how powerful his power was, it would turn into powder.

Only when his subordinates saw the body of the Holy Emperor with his own eyes could he dare to jump out and compete with the prince for the throne.

"Third Prince, now at this time, you should go into the palace to take a look." Nie Hun said lightly.

Mingzu was silent for a moment and shook his head, "If I enter the palace, I may not be able to come out!"

Nie Hun smiled, "All the princes and grandchildren have entered the palace. If you don't go, if the throne is determined and the princes surrender, even if you have the support of three princes, you may not be able to make the world come true. At that time, people will be the slaughter and I will be the fish. What can you do if you stay in the mansion? Isn't it difficult to escape death?"

Mingzu frowned, he seemed to hate hearing the word "death".

Nie Hun said in a deep voice: "Third Prince, now is not the time to hesitate. You must enter the palace. Even if the Holy Emperor is alive, if you want to pass the throne to the crown prince, you must argue with reason."

Mingzu's eyes twitched. He understood what Nie Hun meant. The prince refused to marry the nine majors. It was the prince's weakness. Regardless of whether his father was alive or dead, as long as he grasped the matter, no one dared to express his opinion easily, and the inheritance of the throne would have room for mediation.

The Nine Great Ones dominate most of the Holy Ancestor's dynasty, and no one dares to take the world's magnitude and push the prince to the throne.

However, he knew even more that it was dangerous to enter the palace. In the palace, the prince was the most powerful. If the prince secretly killed him, he would have no way to protect himself.

Danger was like a huge rock, pressing heavily on his heart. He was still hesitating and dared not make a decision.

Damn, the prince was prepared for it and took the excuse to send Shao Hua away.

If Shao Hua is still in the palace, even if he encounters danger, he can protect him and escape unstoppable.

Although the prince could not know that Shao Hua was his spy, he obviously did not trust Shao Hua, so he transferred him away first.

A fear appeared in Mingzu's eyes and murmured: "If I die, who can still check and balance him? He only needs to kill me and he can successfully inherit the throne!"

"wrong!"

Nie Hun cried out and shook his head, "The three princes can support Your Highness and other princes. If Your Highness is killed, there will definitely be a prince who will jump out and compete with the prince for the throne."

Ming Zu's eyes lit up, "You mean..."

"The kings are powerful, and this is the key." Nie Hun pointed out.

Ming Zuhuo stood up, "Okay, I'll enter the palace immediately."

"Before Your Highness enters the palace, there are two things to do." Nie Hun reminded.

"I know this!" Mingzu nodded, and his deep eyes became strange and unpredictable.

Su Wangcheng, the head of the eight royal cities.

The old prince smiled all day long, and every time he spoke, he always started with a few laughs. But at this moment, there was no smile on his face, and he was so serious that he was a little scary.

Prince Su finally deserves his reputation.

In front of him, a group of generals were ranked left and right, and the six in the front were actually wearing golden armor.

According to the ancestral system of the Holy Ancestor Dynasty, only the war generals led by the emperor and the crown prince can wear golden armor, while the war generals under the prince can only wear silver armor. In this way, Prince Su has exceeded the system and is punished for accomplices and rebellion, so he should be punished.

However, at this time when the Holy Emperor is in great struggle, who has the time to care about his overcoming orders?

"The Holy Emperor Yan Jia, the palace will not be in a secret funeral. What do they want to do? Could it be that they are doing some conspiracy?"

Prince Su stared at his eyes, his white beard shook and he looked angry.

But the generals knew in their hearts that the old prince had long been observing the great treasure and wanted the Holy Emperor to return to heaven as soon as possible. Now that they learned that the Holy Emperor was still alive, they were probably already happy.

"The emperor's brother is in great service, I should go to the palace to worship..." Prince Su said, drooping his eyelids and looking at the generals.

At present, a general of golden armor immediately stood up, "My king went to the imperial city to attend the funeral. Please allow all generals to follow you, so as to make sure you have everything."

"I went to attend the funeral. What are you going to lead the soldiers and generals? Do you force the palace?" Prince Su glared at him, and said he was very guilty.

The generals exclaimed in unison: "My king must not take risks alone!"

Prince Su laughed and said wildly: "I am Prince Su, the former emperor, the emperor. Can anyone dare to murder me?"

The golden-armored general who replied earlier bowed down and said, "The Holy Emperor is in great service, and the imperial city is changing. In case of precautions, my king must lead troops to go."

"That's how..." Prince Su stroked his beard and pretended to be pondering.

The generals were restless. In their opinion, the eight princes had the strongest military strength. During this big battle, only strength could prove everything. The rest were bullshit, and it was useless to discuss too much, so sending troops.

In fact, Prince Su had already been ready to send troops. He pretended to ponder, just to see the reactions of the generals.

Last night, he received a secret report from the imperial city. The Ming Zu entered the palace late at night, fearing that something unexpected happened, so he asked him to lead his army to the imperial city to respond externally.

Although he was disdainful of this nephew, he always kept in touch. Since Mingzu wanted to ask him to lead troops to force the palace, he happened to attack him.

Help you compete for the top position? Ball! I will be the emperor by myself.

Dozens of strategists advised...

The Holy Emperor Yan Jia is a secret matter in the palace. Although it has been proven, it has not been reported to the world yet. How can my king know about it?

Doesn’t the spy on the love of the emperor mean that my king has long been unjust?

If I haven't received the emperor's edict, I will fight without voluntarily and commit accomplices in rebellion, how can my king justify himself?

The army moves lightly, how can the royal city be?

...

Prince Su almost burst into anger and cut off more than a dozen heads in one breath, which made the strategists shut their mouths.

A strategist can be killed, but a general cannot. Therefore, before sending troops, he must test it to observe the hearts of the generals.

Now, when they learned that the old prince refused to send troops, the generals immediately became furious and made suggestions, begging to lead the troops to follow.

Prince Su looked reluctant, but he couldn't stand the hard demands from the crowd. He was helpless and then responded.

Nine hundred thousand soldiers, 300,000 old and weak left behind in the royal city to protect the fiefdom, and all the remaining 600,000 elite soldiers were dispatched to the imperial city.

Imperial city, Prince's bedroom.

News from all sides came in full swing, and the most eye-catching one was Prince Su's 600,000 soldiers.

A thin black man wearing a cloth robes and a wooden sword tied with a respectful face, standing beside the prince.

The black slave, the commander of the black-clothed inner guard, was deeply trusted by the Holy Emperor.

Now, he has become the prince's personal bodyguard, always following him and never leaving him.

"The father is as expected, Prince Su is the first to jump out." The prince said lightly.

The black slave smiled, "General Zheqin, General Keshan, and General Niu Feng have all been arranged in place. Passes in various places have also received secret orders. Although Prince Su has 600,000 armored soldiers, three generals can control him from multiple sides, and it is difficult to move forward."

The prince looked serious, "Prince Su is a fool, and he doesn't know that he has become the third brother's scapegoat."

The black slave said: "Prince Su has long been unjust. Even if the third prince did not ask him for help, he would still send troops!"

The prince nodded and asked, "Why is there no movement in Changzhi over there?"

The black slave replied: "The deposed prince is not Prince Su. It can be seen that the third prince wants to mess up the water. He will not show up easily until the critical moment."

"Chang Dai, ancestor Ming, Prince Su, Uncle Seven, Uncle Ninth, Uncle Thirteenth, there are so many people who want to compete for the throne!"

The prince's eyes showed a look of grief, and fighting with his family was heartbroken.

"These people are easy to talk about. The Holy Emperor has already made arrangements. No matter how they do, they can't make a big deal."

The black slave's eyes became bright, and his voice was like a throwing iron, sonorous and powerful, and full of confidence.

"Actually, as long as I succumb to the Nine Ones, all this can be avoided."

The prince was a little hesitant. Prince Su had 900,000 armored soldiers. The Ming Zu was supported by the Seventh Uncle, Ninth Uncle, and Thirteenth Uncle, and could also gather millions of powerful soldiers. Chang Dai's old forces should not be ignored... Once the war begins, the entire Xuan Realm will be ignited by the war.

The black slave reminded seriously: "Has the prince forgotten the Holy Emperor's words? Whether to marry or not is not the final decision of the Nine Great Masters. The prince must maintain the imperial power and must not compromise."

The prince was slightly shocked, and his eyes suddenly widened, and a sharp light flashed in his firm eyes.

The black slave saw it and showed a knowing smile on his face. He knew that the prince was no longer shaken and his heart was as rock.

A flying sword dragged the extremely thin golden light into the hall.

The prince opened his hand and saw that it was a small golden sword with bright light overflowing, and was stunned.

Jinling Flying Sword!

The black slave frowned. He knew that without worrying about the collapse of the world, his black-clothed inner guard would never use this thing. An ominous premonition suddenly came to his mind.

He stared at the prince tightly, and didn't dare to blink. Now, the Holy Ancestor's dynasty is like accumulating eggs, so don't have any other changes.

After seeing the golden sword, the prince turned his head blankly and said dumbly: "Lingshan, there may be a possibility of a thousand-year-old beast tide!"

"What?"

The black slave is like a cat who is stepped on to his tail, and he suddenly becomes furious. He has always been calm and determined, and rarely loses his composure like this.

In the thousand-year-old beast tide, hundreds of millions of monsters surging out like a torrent. If you do not respond in time, the entire Xuan Realm may be lost.

The prince knew the situation was serious and said urgently: "I ordered the 'Xuanling' to quickly contact the eight martial arts academies, mobilize all their forces, and rush to the Broken Bone Pass. At all costs, we must stop the beast tide and no matter what, we must not let the monsters break through."

"this……"

The black slave looked embarrassed, "Your Highness, why not wait until the Holy Emperor comes out of seclusion before making plans?"

The prince looked serious and shook his head, "The father's life is approaching, and he is helpless and will choose to attack the True God Realm. The chance of success can be said to be slim. We cannot expect miracles, we can only make plans early."

The black slave knew that what the prince said was the truth, the true god, and that no one had appeared in the Holy Ancestor dynasty for thousands of years. Even the Holy Emperor himself dared not expect his successful promotion, so he arranged his affairs after his death. Once he fell, the prince would inherit the throne.

Thinking that the Holy Ancestor could not succeed and could be silent at any time, the black slave couldn't help but feel sad and asked, "Your Highness, if the Nine Great Masters are not ordered, how can you deal with it?"

The prince said with a firm look on his face and decisively: "I will mobilize all the soldiers and guards to the Shubiao Pass!"

The black slave said in surprise: "At this time of great dispute, if the prince Shang Shang led his troops to guard the Shugushan Pass, wouldn't the throne be lost?"

The prince was silent for a moment and smiled relievedly, "Even if he doesn't become this emperor, he can't let monsters flood and harm the world!"
Chapter completed!