When Zhao Huaizhong walked into Ye Yu's Mansion, he heard movement in the direction of the martial arts field. It was Mu Qianshui and Xia Xin fighting.
Xia Xin's ghost-head hammer danced like the wind, and dozens of ghost heads appeared around his body, flying around.
In Mu Qianshui's hand, there was a bit of sword light, flickering uncertainly. Every time it was thrust out, a ghost head would break into pieces and disappear next to Xia Xin's body.
Other Ye Yufu generals gathered around to watch the fun and cheer:
"Xia Xin, if you work harder, you can find Mu Qingkong tonight."
There were also those who cheered for Mu Qianshui: "Mu Xi, draw your sword, draw your sword quickly, meet Xia Xin, and you can talk at night."
Zhao Huaizhong heard the shouts of cheers from the generals and asked Xin Wu beside him: "Why are they competing in martial arts and teaching skills? What does it mean that they can go to Mu Qingkong if they win?"
Xin Wu looked embarrassed and said: "There have been a lot of people looking for Mu Qingkong recently, and he was annoyed by them, so he said he would send dreams to no more than two people a day.
Let the generals find their own ways to compete for spots as to who will come."
Mu Qianshui and Xia Xin were competing in martial arts, and whoever won would go to Mu Qingkong.
Zhao Huaizhong felt secretly amused and walked into the main hall of the mansion.
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Thousands of miles west of Xianyang, the vast Kunlun Mountains undulate.
In a palace on a mountaintop shrouded in mist, there are white pillars standing in the majestic and towering main hall. The palace is so vast that people in it are as small as ants.
Li Ji, dressed in colorful clothes, walked slowly and came to the center of the palace, stopping next to a circular emerald pool.
Also coming to the pool was a thin young man wearing a black robe.
This young man's eyes were as narrow as beans, and his pupils were dark, with wisps of yellowish-brown lines that swirled slowly, making them extremely strange.
On its shoulder squatted a black crow transformed by evil spirit.
Next to the pool, standing in the middle, was a man who looked middle-aged but had an old voice.
In ancient times, the demon clan once ruled the world.
The person who rules the group of monsters is called the Demon Lord, and under him are the Demon Lord, the Demon King of Nine Directions, the Demon Clan Great Sage and other powerful people.
Li Ji is one of the current demon kings.
The young man in black robe next to her is of the same level as him. As for the man with the old voice, he is called the Demon Lord, and his status is slightly higher than the two of them.
Several people came to the center of the main hall of the Demon Palace one after another and looked at the pool in front of them.
The pool is like a mirror. In ancient times, it was called Kyushu Blue Water. It can monitor and reflect various changes within Kyushu.
However, as the demon clan weakened and shrunk the demon ruins into the Kunlun world, the power of the nine states' clear water was also constantly weakening and declining.
Now if you want to open it once, you need several demon kings to work together to promote it, and the scope of observation is also greatly reduced.
At this time, when Li Ji and others approached, the demonic energy in their bodies fell into the pool, and an image slowly emerged in the green pool.
A bronze palace with countless incantations engraved on it appears in the image.
The palace was shimmering, ancient and gloomy, and the thick earth around it was churning, as if it was somewhere underground, constantly moving.
"The Death Palace of Yin Shang moved around with the energy of the earth's veins and is about to be born again?" Li Ji stared at the scene in the pool, her starry eyes twinkling.
"Yes, it will appear in the seven countries soon."
The Demon Lord standing at the top smiled and said: "The reappearance of the Palace of Death is related to the arrangement of one of our clans."
Li Ji hummed, her hands filled with demonic power, and fell into the pool in front of her.
The scene in the pool suddenly changed, and the seven kingdoms of Middle-earth appeared in sequence.
The Seven Kingdoms are reflected in the water, and the Secret Palace of Yin and Shang exudes a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere. The two are implicitly involved.
At this time, the scene in the pool changed, and the position of Great Qin among the Seven Kingdoms appeared. An auspicious aura rose into the sky, almost connecting the heaven and the earth.
"The luck of the people of Qin is indeed better than that of the other six countries."
On top of the pillar of national luck corresponding to Da Qin, there is also the phantom shadow of a black dragon, raising its neck and exhaling auspicious energy.
Blackbirds are also flying around.
The picture reflected in the green pool gradually blurred and disappeared when the black dragon appeared.
"There seems to be another thing on top of the black dragon coiled around the Qin people's national luck, like another dragon, but it is very small."
"The black dragon corresponds to Qin Chu who has reached the level of innate saint. Only a saint can be in harmony with the destiny of the country and have his soul reflected in the blue pool."
"You also saw that the top of the black dragon's head looks like a small dragon.
Qin Chu’s dragon souls are twins, are there two?”
"There may be other reasons, but I never saw that it was a young dragon. It seemed to be just an illusory shadow in the shape of a ring."
Li Ji and others looked surprised.
In their long lives, they had never heard of the existence of twin dragon souls.
"It shouldn't be twin dragon souls. It's more like the aura escaping from the black dragon's body, not another dragon." The young man said expressionlessly.
The Demon Lord stopped speculating and turned to the topic: "This time the Palace of Death is born, who should I wait for to leave the Demon Ruins and go out to complete the arrangements?"
"I'll go."
The young man said: "Last time Qin Chu was promoted to an innate saint, many saints from the human race took action to fight against our demon race.
This time the Palace of Death is born, we can plot these saints to see who will fall into the trap and become the sacrifice of the Palace of Death."
The Demon Lord looked at Li Ji: "Aren't you going to go out and take a look?"
Li Ji said calmly: "I have other arrangements, so there is no need to leave the demon ruins."
The Demon Lord thought for a while and said to the young man:
"Crow King, when you go, don't show your face directly, just promote the development of things secretly.
Don't even enter Xianyang, there are many human saints gathering there, and you will be discovered if you go there."
The young man smiled and said: "The human race is physically weak, and becoming a saint is just about borrowing the energy of heaven and earth for one's own use.
Last time when Qin Chu was promoted, he fought with me and others from a distance. If he hadn't borrowed the weapon of national destiny, how could several human saints be our opponents?"
The Demon Lord frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with the young man's attitude.
But in today's demon ruins, most of the demon kings use the power of the demon ruins to escape the years. They are asleep and have not woken up. There are not many demons available, so they solemnly said: "Today, it is not my ancient demon clan that dominates the world of Jiuzhou. You are a demon."
It’s better to be cautious.”
The young man agreed: "I will be careful."
Then the three of them joined forces to try to make Bi Shui manifest the scene again.
However, in the scene that reappeared in the pool, in the direction of Da Qin, there was only a pillar of auspicious light rising into the sky, and the black dragon had disappeared.
"Then Chu Qin relied on the saint's senses to sense that someone was peeping and blocked his breath."
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Daqin, Xianyang.
Night Palace.
Zhao Huaizhong took out a small mirror, stretched out his hand, and the Zhenguo Seal in the main hall of Xianyang Palace quietly split into a ray of light, pushed it through the air, and fell into the Kunlun Mirror.
The two breaths matched, and the scene of Kunlun Mountain slowly appeared in the mirror.
Zhao Huaizhong was handling official duties just now, when suddenly his energy flowed, and he felt like he was being spied on. He thought with his knees that it must be a demon.
So he also took out the Kunlun Mirror and combined the two with the help of the Zhenguo Seal's aura.
Everyone looked at each other from a distance and secretly looked at each other.
The demonic ruins shown in the Kunlun Mirror are still foggy and blurry even if they borrow the power of the state-suppressing weapon.
Many scenes flashed by.
Suddenly, deep in the demon ruins, something seemed to open an eye, narrow and strange.
Zhao Huaizhong stretched out his hand and applied virtual pressure, immediately cutting off the image of the Kunlun Mirror in front of him.
"The place where the demon tribe hides seems to have a lot of secrets.
There is some kind of monster deep in the mist, it seems to be sleeping, but the moment I observed it, I became alert."
Zhao Huaizhong pondered for a moment and said to Xin Wudi behind him: "Go and get all the ancient books and secret volumes about the ancient demon clan and the Yin Shang Secret Palace."
"No!" Xin Wu agreed.
After a while, he came back with more than ten people, each holding dozens of bamboo slips.
Mu Qianshui, dressed in white, also followed.
"Prince, Xin Wu said that you want to check the news about the Yin and Shang Secret Palace. I have seen records about the Yin and Shang Secret Palace in Da Qiji, so I came here to take a look." Mu Qianshui said.
"Don't you need to be banned today?" Zhao Huaizhong felt that this guy just wanted to come over and take the opportunity to chat.
Mu Qianshui: "When the prince asks you, there is no need to keep silent."
Zhao Huaizhong smiled and said: "I heard that you often ask Mu Qingkong to send you dreams recently, and you talk to Mu Qingkong all the time in your dreams?
Ye Qi also told me that on your way to Daqin, you went to find Fengchen woman at night and talked with her all night..."
"Prince, please stop talking..."
Mu Qianshui covered her face with her hands and rushed out of the door, apparently planning to settle a score with Ye Qi.
Zhao Huaizhong smiled, he seemed to have found a way to suppress Gang Jing.
"Prince, these are the contents of the Palace of Death of the Yin and Shang Dynasties that appeared in different historical periods and were recorded in the palace. Some of them are also records about the ancient demon clan." Xin Wudao.
For most of the next day, Zhao Huaizhong was reading various ancient scrolls.
"The appearance of the Yin Shang Secret Palace is almost always accompanied by death..."
"When the Secret Palace was built, the national destiny of the Yin and Shang dynasties was completely broken, and the sky was angry and people were resentful.
What is in this secret palace that can affect the fate of a country... But at that time, the fate of the Yin and Shang Dynasties itself should have been very little."
Zhao Huaizhong kept reading ancient books:
"It is said that inside the secret palace of the Yin and Shang dynasties, thirty-one monarchs of the Yin and Shang dynasties were sunk, the gains of more than 500 years of national fortunes, and even legendary ancient immortal weapons. Therefore, every time he was born, once he learned the news, there were countless practitioners
People are pouring in."
It's early August.
After nightfall, there was lightning and thunder in the sky and heavy rain.
Zhao Guo, Handan.
In Pingyuanjun's residence, Zhao Sheng was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room.
An ancient bronze bell hung in front of him.
The ancient bell rings in the middle of the night, emitting clear sounds!
Zhao Sheng opened his eyes: "The ancient bell is ringing, and the secret palace will be born in a few days..."