Chapter seven hundred and eighty first: the decree is empty
The stone pillars stand tall, and every handwriting is like a sword-like engraving.
With a spirit of killing immortals and gods.
Ling Wushuang, Chu Feng sat cross-legged under it, felt the movement inside, and was shocked in his heart.
Treasure level swordsmanship.
Moreover, just standing here, the Ji family didn't seem to care about it and let him do whatever he wanted.
The most bizarre thing is that this sword technique is called God Killing!
"interesting."
"Is it possible that the Ji family is not as peaceful as imagined? Such sword skills are not worthy of being placed in the center of the Ji family and standing there at will!" Chu Feng said to himself, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
He sat cross-legged under the stone pillar, and his spiritual thoughts bloomed, imprinting these ancient characters.
"With one move of sword energy, kill the immortals and gods!"
"Even if the God of Heaven comes to the dust, the same sword energy cuts across the sky!"
The ancient characters are intertwined, exuding overwhelming domineering energy.
This is the introduction of this sword technique, simple and direct, established for the purpose of killing immortals and gods, and killing unparalleled people.
Chu Feng realized and sighed in admiration.
This sword technique is very extraordinary. It contains the killing sword energy, killing immortals and gods, and the killing power is extremely powerful. It can be said that this sword technique is completely the biggest gain of this trip.
It is countless times rarer than medicine fields and spiritual plants.
The ancestral land of the Ji family.
Surrounded by mountains, they are like soaring peaks. In the central restricted area, a huge bronze coffin is laid out inside. There is a faint sound of breathing slowly coming out. Every breath is very gentle, but in the sky
The sky clouds in between were actually gathering and dispersing.
With each breath, the sky clouds gather and scatter.
The creatures inside the giant bronze coffin are so powerful that it is unimaginable.
"Great Ancestor, if we just let Chu Feng go like this, how can we realize it?" A figure in green clothes appeared in front of the giant coffin and asked in a deep voice.
He looked livid, and he was the head of the Ji family.
"Um!"
The giant bronze coffin shook, and the Ji family's ancestor's response came out.
"But, why?" The head of the Ji family said in a deep tone and couldn't help but ask, "Chu Feng enters the Ji family, which is the best time. If you kill him, the third prince can achieve great things..."
"Yang'er."
Before he finished speaking, the giant bronze coffin shook, interrupting his words.
"The third prince is too ambitious. He is not that simple. What's more, Chu Feng belongs to the royal family. Even though he does not have royal blood in his body, he still has the word "Chu" and is the prince of the palace!"
"We have already participated too much in this matter. If Chu Feng dies, the Ji family's destruction will not be far away!"
The ancestor of the Ji family has an old voice.
"When the emperor changes, the future will belong to the third prince sooner or later. The ancient emperor is dying, and my Ji family is at the top of the world. Why should we be so timid? Moreover, God is also doing this for the Ji family, so why should our ancestors punish us like this?"
The head of the Ji family gritted his teeth, still unwilling to give in.
"Confused."
Inside the huge bronze coffin, the ancestor of the Ji family said in a deep tone, "The ancient emperor is dying. Only a fool like you would believe such nonsense!"
"A hundred years ago, I saw with my own eyes that he ascended to the sky and achieved the mythical realm of martial arts!"
"Yin-Yang Realm?" Ji family leader's expression changed and he exclaimed.
"Um!"
The ancestor of the Ji family was silent for a moment, "The ancient emperor's talent was unparalleled, far beyond your imagination. A hundred years ago, he reached the pinnacle of martial arts, stepped into the realm of mythology, and achieved the realm of yin and yang."
"In just a hundred years, I have not died. Is the ancient emperor really dying? The third prince doesn't know this, and everyone in the world doesn't know it, but I know it!"
"This." Head Ji's eyes widened, "Then why, what happened to him in the Ninth Prince's Palace in the past..."
"I may have my own reasons, but it is not a good thing to be too involved in the battle for the emperor!"
"The third prince is so ambitious that I can't see through him!"
The ancestor of the Ji family responded, and then fell into silence.
"Junior understands."
The head of the Ji family took a deep breath, "But, the sword skills left by the ancestor of my Ji family are just allowed to be taken away by him?"
He gritted his teeth and asked unwillingly.
"He's just a traitor. He kills himself with the blood of the gods, and creates and kills gods. This kind of swordsmanship, my Ji family doesn't care about!"
…
Chu Feng realized where the stone pillar was, and he didn’t know how long it had been.
A bloody light burst out from his eyes, activating a trace of God-killing Sword Qi. With a thought in his mind, there seemed to be bloody murderous intent rising and falling all over his body.
"God-killing sword energy!"
Chu Feng whispered, and a sword light spurted out, as if it could pierce the heaven and the earth.
This swordsmanship is extremely extraordinary.
Within his own body, he cultivates the god-killing energy and turns it into an unparalleled sword energy. Once it breaks out, it can kill immortal gods!
"It is indeed a swordsmanship comparable to the treasure level!"
Sensing the power of the sword energy, Chu Feng had a thought in his mind.
And this time.
Buzz!
From the sky above Ji's house, a line of imperial energy crisscrossed the sky, covering the nine heavens.
Everyone was shocked and raised their heads, looking at the area where the imperial aura was emanating.
"Respect the emperor's decree!"
"It's the aura of the ancient emperor. I, the Emperor of Great Chu, he is indeed paying attention to this matter!"
The crowd let out a cry of surprise.
In the forbidden area of the Ji family, the giant bronze coffin also shook slightly, and together with the head of the Ji family, they cast their gaze on the decree.
The golden decree covers the sky, and on it, the aura of the emperor flows, outlining a series of words.
"Ancient Emperor?"
Chu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the decree.
The handwriting on it reflects the imperial power, like a peerless emperor descending, conveying the supreme command!