Yongwang Mansion.

Secret room.

A tall man wearing black armor and terrifying aura was holding Yuan Zun's imperial edict in his hand.

Looking closely, what he was wearing was not armor, but part of his body, which was condensed by infinite energy. This man was not a human race, but a ghost race!

Opposite him, there was an old man wearing a black dragon robe with gray hair and strong hair.

The old man has a tall figure, a national face, a high nose bridge, and a pair of phoenix eyes. He occasionally flashes a quiet luster, looking as deep as a pool of stagnant water.

This person is the real helm of the Yongwang lineage, Yongwang and Zhou Xiong!

"Prince, do you want to take a look at the imperial edict given to you by the little emperor?"

The man looked at the King of Yong sitting in the upper position and waved the imperial edict in his hand.

"It's a pity, it's still too early. Logically speaking, the correct time should be one year or two years later. After Yuan Zun dies, we will take advantage of the situation to raise an army while many princes compete for the throne!"

King Yong said with emotion, without any panic.

"What's the difference between one year earlier and one year later?"

"The underworld is back to its position, and the underworld is back, and we will open up the ghost country on earth!"

"Dayin will change his lord sooner or later. If you are the lord of Dayin, you must not forget what you promised us at that time."

The armored man said.

"Your Ghost King, please rest assured. If you agree to you, Zhou Xiong will never go back on your word."

"But next, it's the time for your underworld to show your strength to me."

"In a year, I want the Northwest Territory to change ownership."

"If you can't do it, then we don't need to cooperate!"

The old god of the eunuch Zhou Xiong was still there and said.

"Don't worry, this is the movements of the elite legion lurking in the northwest region of Dayin have been locked in. Once the little emperor sends troops, we can destroy it in an instant!"

"By that time, the enemy legions and border troops in the Northwest Territories will be just a group of native chickens and tiles to us, and we can destroy them with a wave of hand!"

"It's just that we have proved our strength, may you prove your strength?"

"In a cooperative relationship with unequal strength, the weak often won't have a good ending!"

The ghost king from the White Bone Plain said with a deep yin energy.

"You can rest assured about this."

Zhou Xiong said calmly.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation!"

"Hahaha!"

The Ghost King laughed unrestrainedly and threw the imperial edict to Zhou Xiong. His whole person turned into a ball of evil spirit and dissipated into the void.

Zhou Xiong waved his sleeves, and the powerful energy penetrated his body, and the imperial edict turned directly into nothingness.

The true blood in his body rumbled, and the evil spirit left by the Ghost King melted quickly like ice and snow encountering the fierce sun!

"Little ghost, you dare to be arrogant in front of me."

"When I become the great treasure, I will definitely tell you what the power of the golden crow is, and Brahma destroys the earth!"

A murderous intent burst out in Zhou Xiong's eyes, and a phantom of the golden crow appeared behind him, and then completely dissipated:

"But, send someone to spread the word to Wudu!"

"I, Zhou Xiong, have rebelled!"

Squeak!

The door opened, and the old housekeeper of the Yongwang Mansion walked in, with joy in his eyebrows, and he said excitedly:

"yes!"

They have planned for this day for a full fifty years!

How many fifty years does life have?

Even though Zhou Xiong was a land god, how many fifty years had he been?

After waiting for a while, now we are finally going to take the first step!

…………

Over the Wudu.

The sky suddenly darkened, and a dragon roar rang throughout the entire Wudu.

The top floor of Tianji Building in Sitianjian.

Wearing a white cloaked with gold and silver patterns, the surveillance officer looked northwest and murmured to himself:

"King Yong, you're against it!"

National Master's Mansion.

The national master glanced slightly to the northwest and shook his head slightly.

As for his eleven evil disciples, they are still busy with their own affairs.

"It's time to find my twelfth disciple!"

The national master thought about it and disappeared directly at the national master's mansion. No one knew where he went.

As for Zhou Xiong's rebellion, the national teacher didn't take it seriously at all.

If Yuan Zun could not even solve the problem of a rebellion of a prince, it would only mean that he was not worthy of sitting on the throne of the emperor.

In this way, it would be better to let Zhou Xiong sit down!

Anyway, no matter who becomes the emperor, as long as Dayin does not fall.

In fact, it is not a good thing to have such a turmoil occasionally. Only by hurting can you understand where you are wrong!

It's like the people from Wuxiang Temple and Jingxiansi were able to completely wipe out the remnants of Dajing, but they were like cats playing with mice, and they just didn't take any action.

This is all for giving Dayin a proper sense of crisis. Sometimes it is a good thing to have a sense of crisis.

Royal Court.

Yuan Zun climbed to Zhaixing Tower, the highest point in the imperial court, and looked at the golden dragon of luck above Wudu. As the lord of the Great Yin, he could feel the anger of the golden dragon of luck.

He used the luck of the Golden Dragon to look into the northwest region and found a black dragon condensed above the northwest region, and the black dragon exuded a gloomy ghost aura, like a ghost dragon!

"frenzied!"

"What exactly did Dayin feel sorry for your lineage? He dared to collude with these ghosts and monsters in an attempt to subvert Dayin!"

"Since you are seeking death, I will help you!"

"Do you really think that if Dayin doesn't move his war for a long time, my Emperor's sword will be unfavorable?"

Yuan Zun talked to himself in anger, then his face changed, and a sharp pain came from his chest.

He reached out and pulled open the collar to reveal his chest. Seven black and red cracks appeared on his chest. Then, under his eyes, the eighth black and red cracks began to appear and slowly cracked.

"I am burdened with the country's destiny. Now Zhou Xiong is independent in the northwest region, which has greatly reduced the strength of the lucky golden dragon, so its protection for me has also weakened a little."

"This is to think that the two years I had in the past may only have one and a half years, one year or even less time left!"

"I am unwilling to accept it, and I want to go against the will of heaven!"

Yuan Zun roared in his heart, then circulated his true blood all over his body, and a mysterious aura flowed through his body, and finally suppressed all the cracks in his chest!

"Your Majesty, do you want to find the national tutor?"

At this moment, a shadow appeared quietly beside Yuan Zun.

Yuan Zun waved his hand and said:

"The national teacher has protected our Dayin for thousands of years, and our Zhou royal family has received too much kindness from him."

"Now Emperor Taizu has passed away for more than 700 years. Even if his friendship with Emperor Taizu is deep, how many can we still have in our generation?"

"The more you use the favor, the less you use it, so I can't use it anymore. I just hope that the national teacher can help him when Dayin really encounters a life-and-death crisis and turn the tide, and he is already satisfied."

"This is my fate. I don't have the qualifications of Emperor Taizu, but I want the result of Emperor Taizu. I am trapped by myself and I can't blame others."

"But I don't want Dayin to split in my hands. I want to hand over the unified Dayin to the crown prince intact!"

The shadow suddenly became silent when he heard this.

"Your Majesty, eight of the nine princes have come, and the seventh prince has not arrived."

Yuan Zun's close-fitting twin eunuch appeared behind him and reported.

"Forget it, let it go!"

Yuan Zun sighed.

Some people are trying hard to find, just what others disdain.

His seventh son is such a "other"!

He had no interest in the throne at all, and even automatically requested to strip him of the royal files as an ordinary, free and free person who was not disturbed by luck.

Therefore, the seventh prince he granted was the King of Xiaoyao, allowing him to be free and free for the rest of his life.

And ask the supervisor to take action, strip away the imperial luck from Lao Qi's body and kick him out of the Zhou royal family genealogy.

As time goes by, the day when the world forgets him, he will no longer be disturbed by the luck of the emperor, and will be able to do what he likes with peace of mind.
Chapter completed!