Chapter 405: The Imperial Dynasty needs talents like you
This place is bitingly cold, the light and shadow are dim, and the cage made of fine iron is engraved with dense runes. It glows with a dim light under the reflection of the bronze lamp, and it looks very penetrating.
After experiencing a life in prison, Ji Biyue's complexion changed a lot. She was no longer the enchanting posture that charmed all living beings, but became like a pure goddess, as if she had understood something.
She has black hair hanging down from her waist, a graceful figure, a crystal-clear body, a very peaceful expression, and a faint brilliance surrounding her body, giving her a unique temperament.
The black-robed old man looked at it for a moment, and he already had an idea in his mind, but on the surface he remained calm. With a wave of his sleeve, he put the other Sendai monks into the Jade Pure Bottle, and then threw out a space rune to isolate the place.
His eyes were like lightning, he looked down at the girl in the iron prison, and said indifferently: "Under the great changes, the things you committed before have also been found out."
Ji Biyue is wearing a pale green dress that stretches to the floor, setting off her slender jade body like the undulating mountains, her waist is slender, and her beautiful eyes are shining with starlight, like bright black gems, emitting hazy mist, making people feel pity for her.
She chuckled and said, "Is the Eighth Patriarch talking about the changes in the Wei Kingdom in the past?"
That time, she sent people to hunt down Ji Ziyue and forced her to a dead end. If the Bronze Immortal Palace had not been born again, perhaps everything would be different now.
Seeing that this junior was still in a state of mind, the eighth ancestor of the Ji family nodded slightly, with approval in his eyes. To be fair, he was more optimistic about Ji Biyue.
Compared with the divine king body and the Yuanling body, this woman does not have a special physique, the emperor's blood is not outstanding, it is not strong, and her talent is slightly inferior.
This is also the norm after three generations of the Imperial Clan. After all, it is rare to see a person like Jiang Yifei whose blood has returned to his ancestors, who is comparable to the emperor's son, and who can even breathe under the weight of a god-king body. It is rare to see one in hundreds of thousands of years.
From a normal perspective, Ji Biyue is undoubtedly a villain, ruthless, attacking blood relatives, and very good at disguise...
This kind of ambitious and unscrupulous talent is exactly what their Chaos Empire needs!
Thinking of this, the eighth ancestor of the Ji family chuckled, his eyes were extremely deep, and he said quietly: "There is no need to test it anymore. This time the ancient ancestor was born, he was extremely angry about this matter, and has ordered you to be thrown into the sky prison. Yan Zhihe
Even the Holy Lord is powerless."
Hearing the news, Ji Biyue's eyes flickered, and her originally peaceful mood began to have countless ripples.
Ancient Ancestor... This title refers specifically to ancestors who are in the realm of saints! This is the worst result. It seems that what my father committed is extremely serious.
The Heavenly Prison is a death row located in the small world of the void. As long as you enter there, you will be in prison for at least a thousand years. Your body and spirit will be suppressed, and you will have to endure torture day and night. Generally, those who betray the family are punished.
A great evil man.
"Eight Ancestor, I have not practiced the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Technique"."
Ji Biyue'e frowned slightly, and there was a trace of sadness between her eyebrows, just like Xizi, she looked charming.
"That's enough, don't pretend to be like this in front of me." The eighth ancestor of the Ji family shot out two divine lights from his eyes, and the aura of the second heaven of Sendai was undisguised, making the girl in green tremble all over. He said coldly: "I know
All of you."
Under the intimidation of the powerful, Ji Biyue collapsed on the ground, her face was a little pale, but her temperament was still pure and noble. The mottled bronze lamps swayed the candlelight. Against the dark light, she was like an elf, with fairy skin.
Jade bones are so beautiful.
However, the old man in black robe quickly withdrew his pressure, turned his back to the iron prison, and his breath was like an abyss, immeasurable.
The girl in the green skirt stood up and said softly: "Now the Eighth Patriarch has risen to prominence and has a high status. He came here today to take in all the uncles and leave Biyue alone. His intention is clear. The Eighth Patriarch did not make it clear. Biyue is willing to die for the Eighth Patriarch.
!”
Having said this, Ji Biyue knelt down on her knees with tears streaming down her face. If she were imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, her cultivation level would not reach the top four, and she might turn into a withered skeleton in a few hundred years.
She doesn't want this fate!
Now that this big shot in the family is here in person, she is so thoughtful that she doesn't know that the other person is her only life-saving straw.
The prison was silent and seemed very quiet. There were bursts of cold air all around, which was terrifying. In the darkness, a wisp of chaotic air escaped, outlining a slender figure. Su Yu's black hair was flying, like a god, overlooking this generation of the Ji family.
Princess.
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family disappeared silently in the void, guarding this place.
Su Yu's right eye flashed and turned into a black hole, swallowing everything. There was no light and darkness was eternal.
This is not the divine power of the void, but the manifestation of the devouring path, and there is even the ultimate imperial energy flowing in it!
"Eight Ancestors, you..." Ji Biyue had tears in her eyes, staring at the dark mist in front of her, her heart palpitating and a little frightened, and all kinds of terrible thoughts floating out.
The dark light is dense, and countless strands of Dao patterns intertwine and change in the darkness, and finally condense into an ancient talisman. The ancient talisman is square, shining like stars, shining brightly, and is extremely magical!
In the black mist, a slender figure turned around, with red light in his eyes, and said coldly: "Accept this slave seal, your life will change!"
"Slave Seal..." The body of the girl in the green skirt trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes stared at the black gold talisman, her soul was throbbing, as if her body was about to be torn apart.
Out of the vertical and horizontal, the road leads to thousands of years of prison and cruel punishment;
The other way is to become the plaything of your elders. Even if you survive, you will have no place in the Ji family. For the princess of the imperial clan, this humiliating life is worse than death...
However, this is not a choice. The moment the other party sacrifices the slave mark, there is only obedience and death, and between life and death, there is great terror!
After a painful struggle, Ji Biyue looked incomprehensible, took the black gold talisman into her hand, and said with a chuckle: "I didn't expect the Eighth Patriarch to take this path. No wonder within a few years, the Eighth Patriarch broke through the realm one after another.
Entering the realm of great power!”
As she spoke, she took out the jade slip from her sleeve, which was a talisman that could transmit sounds across domains and was given to her by Ji Yanzhi.
"It seems that you have made a choice. I don't know where you got the confidence to threaten me." Su Yu looked calm, with red light lingering around his body, exuding an ominous aura, like a dark demon that had broken free from the river of time, which made people feel bone marrow.
Feeling cold and shuddering.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ji Biyue calmed down and said indifferently: "I don't want to be like this, but becoming your slave, that kind of life is worse than a thousand-year prison!"
Staring at the graceful girl in the green skirt, Su Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then waved his sleeves, and the imperial energy talisman bloomed with thousands of rays of divine brilliance, and the chains continued to make a sound, and shot out a series of black gold divine chains.
"Burn together!" Ji Biyue scolded, crushing the sound transmission jade talisman resolutely, hoping to pass on the news that the eighth ancestor of the Ji family practiced magic skills to Ji Yanzhi.
"snort!"
Su Yu chuckled, turning the wheel with his left eye, and the shadows of the galaxy continued. Countless space runes appeared, wrapping the layers layer by layer, and in an instant, the power of the void in the sound-transmitting jade runes was wiped out.
At this time, Ji Biyue had been tied up by the chains of order, and her whole body was suspended in the air. Her originally loose dress was also tightened by the chains, outlining her exquisite figure, with two fair-skinned legs.
Her jade arms shimmered in the dim light, like the most beautiful jade.
In the black mist, a ray of light flickered, and the jade slip for sound transmission failed. The girl in the green skirt turned pale, her eyes filled with tears, and all hope in her heart was shattered.
Ahead, a ghost-like figure floated over.
"No." Seeing the other party coming over, Ji Biyue's heart was filled with despair and her body was trembling.
She is extremely proud in her heart and has always encouraged herself with the Holy Master of the Ji family. However, the reality is so ridiculous. She, the number two figure in the younger generation of the Ji Dao family, may be humiliated and die again today.
However, the begging was in vain. A slender white hand shot out from the darkness, lifted the girl's chin, and then slowly moved up, stroking her face. These feelings made the girl in the green skirt feel ashamed to death, and the hatred in her heart had reached the extreme.
.....
However, the development of the situation was different from what she expected, and her fate changed.
The mist dissipated, revealing a handsome face. Su Yu's eyes slightly curved and he whispered: "Your Highness, do you still remember me?"