"None of your Majesty's sons are outstanding, nor is His Highness Linlang? We think His Highness Fengyun is the most suitable to inherit the throne."
"Of course, the person who can be recognized as the master by Donghuang Tower and let Donghuang Tower open the Mu family's ancestral land is naturally the most suitable person to become the emperor."
Such voices are getting louder and louder, whether they are ordinary people, the heads of the major Xingji forces in the Donghuang Dynasty, or some elders on the side of the Mu family, they all feel this way.
What's even more incredible is that even the Beigong Dynasty, which has little to deal with the Donghuang Dynasty, has the same voice.
"His Majesty Fengyun is the real emperor of the Eastern Emperor Dynasty."
"Why only His Majesty Fengyun is qualified to be their Beidi's opponent, etc..."
The position of Donghuang has not really changed its owner, but in most people's eyes, it has already changed its owner.
Donghuang's confidants tried their best to refute the rumors, "A bunch of stupid guys, His Majesty is not dead! How could His Majesty die at the hands of Mu Fengyun?"
"Your Majesty will not lose to Mu Fengyun."
However, Donghuang was really defeated.
Not to mention that Donghuang had been defeated countless times before he ascended the throne. Even in the competition between top experts not long ago, so many pairs of eyes watched him lose to Mu Fengyun.
"Since His Majesty Dong Huang is still alive, let him come out in person to clarify the situation soon," someone said.
"yes!"
But Donghuang couldn't. He was seriously injured. Even if he had a new body, his body would be intact, with no missing arms or legs.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that his eyes were filled with blood and he turned into a pile of wreckage.
Moreover, he must take good care of his various injuries and return to a good condition before entering the ancestral land.
He should not walk around now and must stay in seclusion.
Because he himself could not come to clarify, everyone really thought he was dead.
When he heard such rumors, he was so angry that he vomited blood.
"This group of stupid people, have they forgotten what Mu Fengyun did? He is a treacherous bastard. He killed the emperor's grandfather, and they must be made aware of it."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Because everyone believed in Mu Fengyun, this fried rice was useless.
Many calls even broke out, "Find out the truth about that year and clear Lord Fengyun's name!"
"Yes! We must find out clearly, and His Highness Fengyun cannot be wronged."
"Check! Check! Check!"
Even the Beigong Dynasty had a tough attitude towards making such demands on the Donghuang Dynasty.
His Majesty the Northern Emperor was also very curious about the original truth.
Mu Fengyun and Mu Qianxi were still well rested, and they were very aware of the movements of all parties.
"Great, Bei Gongjue hasn't run out yet." Bei Gongjue will never stand on their side to help.
So she was sure that the person sitting on the throne of Beigong Dynasty now was Gu Baiyi.
Mu Fengyun said: "This boy is very loyal. After I finish dealing with the matters on the Donghuang Dynasty, I will find a way to repay the favor and deal with that Beigong Jue. If he wants to secure the throne of the Beigong Dynasty, I will also help him."
he."
He didn't have much contact with him, so Mu Fengyun knew what that kid meant?
Huh! He definitely doesn’t want to owe a favor to a guy who covets his precious daughter.
Mu Qianxi replied: "I think Xiaobai definitely doesn't want to. What he wants most is to hold the sword in his hand tightly and freely pursue the path of becoming strong. The throne will only be a constraint."
On one side, Mu Qianxi and Mu Fengyun were chatting happily, while on the other side, Donghuang was furious after receiving such bad news.
"What innocence? Mu Fengyun is the sinner."
"The imperial grandfather is dead, and all the people who knew about it except me and Chang Yu have been cleared out. So what if they don't believe it? There is no evidence to prove that Mu Fengyun did not conspire, he is the sinner!"
"No matter how high the person who supports him is, he is the master of the Eastern Emperor Tower, this is a stain that he will never be able to wash away in his life."
Feng Changyu said: "You are right, so don't be angry and take good care of your injuries. When the Mu family's ancestral land is opened, you must avenge your shame. You must kill Mu Fengyun there."
"You also know that Mu Fengyun has always been very lucky. He is the son of destiny. The possibility of getting a chance in the ancestral land is much greater than yours. Once he gets benefits in the Mu family's ancestral land and his strength increases, your situation will be even more difficult. You
He will also lose his throne soon."
Mu Feng's eyes were red, "Why? Why can Mu Fengyun easily get what we have to work so hard to get? Because he is the son of destiny and is favored by God. I don't accept it! I don't accept it! He must die!"
"Yes! I'm not convinced either! So he must die." Feng Changyu murmured in a low voice.
He didn't care if Mu Fengyun got anything else. He never liked the power and position, but he couldn't reconcile why God gave him the lover he dreamed of.
Perhaps Mu Fengyun's life was indeed smooth sailing before, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the son of destiny in the Xuantian Realm, but his hard work is also an indispensable factor.
However, after Mu Fengyun disobeyed the law of heaven and let the soul of destiny escape from the control of heaven, he was no longer treated like a son of destiny.
The divine beast is punished by heaven, and its dying body is tortured day and night, suffering thousands of times more than ordinary people.
They were jealous of him and always only saw what he got, but couldn't see what he had endured?
Three days passed quickly.
This time, the East Emperor Pagoda appeared in the imperial mausoleum. This was the best place specially chosen by the East Emperor Pagoda for Mu Qianxi and the others.
In the imperial mausoleum of the Eastern Emperor Dynasty, there is a powerful ten thousand year formation. Here, no one can use spiritual power.
And you can't destroy it here. As long as you destroy every plant, tree or stone here, the person who does it will suffer the same backlash.
If it were elsewhere, Donghuang would definitely send countless powerful men to ambush and kill, leaving Mu Fengyun and his people with no chance of even approaching the entrance to the ancestral land.
After Donghuang learned this news, he hated Donghuang Tower for favoring Mu Fengyun.
Of course it's a preference! Now Mu Fengyun is its master, and he doesn't prefer anyone.
"Do you really think that this will allow Mu Fengyun to successfully enter the ancestral land? It's impossible. Send all the Silver Guards, Emperor's Heavenly Army, and god-level masters to the outsourcing of the imperial mausoleum. Don't let a single mosquito go.
Go in and kill anyone who is not one of ours!" Donghuang ordered.
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
The entire imperial mausoleum is very large, but Donghuang has a lot of people, and it is surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, leaving not a single gap.
If Mu Fengyun and the others really want to enter the imperial mausoleum, they will definitely have to fight a bloody battle.
However, Mu Fengyun and the others did not come to the Imperial Tomb at this time, and were even at a base very far away from the Imperial Tomb.
Mu Fengyun selected many people from the Mu clan who would follow him, and almost all of them were here.
Mu Fengyun asked: "Second brother hasn't come yet?"
Entering the Mu clan's ancestral land this time is a great opportunity for the Mu clan.
Although the second brother had previously led troops in battles in the west as the commander-in-chief, the city could be captured more slowly. Such an opportunity is rare in a thousand years and should not be missed.