Traces of the Li royal family's existence are being quickly erased.
And the various marks that uniquely belong to the Wei family are increasing and imprinting rapidly.
The divine envoy Yaolian came to the palace and soon met Wei Wuji, the contemporary head of the Wei family and the father of Wei Mingchen.
"Your Majesty, a top powerhouse has arrived in the city."
The Divine Envoy Yaolian's status is not low, and he can directly meet the most powerful people in the capital today.
"Top powerhouse?"
Wei Wuji is a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes, good skin and average temperament. Hearing this, he asked with interest: "How tall is he? How strong is he?"
The divine envoy Yaolian said: "You are not beneath me."
"oh?"
Wei Wuji asked again: "How does it compare with my son?"
He had a total of thirty-eight sons - this number did not include the two who had been killed by Lin Beichen.
But in the sentence just now, 'my son' specifically refers to Wei Mingchen.
Divine Envoy Yaolian lowered his head and said: "Of course, I cannot compare with His Highness the Son of God."
"Hahaha."
Wei Wuji laughed loudly and said: "Bu Shenshi, you are right, hahaha, because my son Wei Mingchen has the appearance of a god."
Hearing Wei Wuji say his last name, the Yaolian Divine Envoy frowned fiercely.
If someone else said this, then this person must be on his way to reincarnation at this time.
But since he is the father of His Highness the Son of God, then there is no problem.
"My enthronement ceremony will be held in ten days."
Wei Wuji sat on the newly designed Human Emperor Dragon Chair, and rubbed the unique original texture of gold with his hands with satisfaction. His expression was intoxicated, he squinted his tongue and said, "Shenshi Bu, you are my son's most trusted subordinate.
, you can definitely get rid of that so-called top powerhouse as quickly as possible, and you won’t let me worry about it, right?”
The divine envoy Yaolian lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, please rest assured. The three divine envoys Yaoming, Yaoqian and Yaoren are also on their way. Once they arrive, no one can pose a threat to your enthronement."
"Yeah?"
Wei Wuji sat on the dragon chair, crossed his legs, shook his legs vigorously, and said: "This is all thanks to my son, haha, he is the son of God, then am I not the priest?"
"His Majesty."
The divine envoy Yaolian looked solemn and said: "Be careful what you say."
Wei Wuji shook his legs nonchalantly and said, "Ha, I'm just going to make an ethical joke. Why are you so nervous... By the way, over at the Temple Mountain, has the false god Lord of Swords received any reply?"
A hint of helplessness flashed through the depths of Yaolian Shenshi's eyes.
There has always been a problem that he couldn't figure out.
Why does His Highness, the Son of God, have such a father who is all showy, arrogant, vulgar, lustful, lazy, gluttonous, rude, arrogant, stupid, and timid?
And why did His Highness the Son of God insist on putting this father who was so arrogant, vulgar, lustful, lazy, gluttonous, rude, arrogant, stupid, and cowardly into the throne of the Human Emperor?
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Old gods like the Master of Swords are already a thing of the past and cannot last much longer."
Divine Envoy Yaolian replied: "The great battle that day made her understand her situation. The old god is dead and a new one must be established. Our Qiancao Temple has the support of the Great Wilderness Temple and has been recognized by the gods.
, and also gave her enough steps. If she still doesn't know how to advance or retreat, then when the deadline is up, it will be the day of her fall."
"Haha... the fall of God."
Wei Wuji looked very yearning, shaking his legs, supporting his chin with one hand, and said: "I'm really looking forward to it. What will the fallen gods look like? Can they still be called gods?"
The divine envoy of Yaolian remained silent.
Wei Wuji burst out laughing: "Look at you, every time you talk about gods, you look like your dead parents. Come on, be happy and give me a smile."
Divine Envoy Yaolian frowned, turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.
Wei Wuji's loud laughter echoed in the hall.
"Ah hahaha, it's so boring. How come you become a divine envoy, but you are bound by rules and regulations everywhere, and you are not as happy as ordinary people?"
He sat on the recast solid gold throne, rolling around with laughter and tears.
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Temple Mountain.
This was Lin Beichen's first visit to the Temple Mountain in the capital.
More magnificent than imagined.
More majestic than imagined.
The huge mountain peaks are connected to each other, like rock giants standing on the ground arm in arm. It is only because of the distant times that these rock giants are covered with lush plants, like green moss...
From the foot of the mountain to the peak, ancient buildings and huge statues are dotted on the cliffs, and chain bridges connect the cliffs and isolated peaks.
You can imagine how many followers of the Lord of Swords were practicing life on this temple mountain in the glorious past.
However, now, there is a faint air of desolation and loneliness permeating the mountain peaks and mountain roads.
Many temples are empty, and the steps and floors are covered with dust and cobwebs.
Many giant statues of gods and the ever-lasting mysterious lanterns on the sculptures have been extinguished.
Some temple priests who are not weak in strength often sit under the statues and are using their divine power to repair and heal injuries.
They seemed to have been through a big battle, with considerable losses and injuries.
The new Pope Hua Qingyan led Lin Beichen and his party to the top of the Temple Mountain.
Here, there is the only first-class Divine Grace Temple in the entire Beihai Empire [Sword Lord Hall].
It has the tallest, largest and thickest statue of the Sword Master in the Beihai Empire.
Li Xiuyuan and others were placed in a side hall to rest temporarily.
Lin Beichen followed the new Pope Hua Qingyan to the [Sword Lord's Hall].
"Your Majesty is waiting for you in the palace."
Hua Qingyan stood at the door of the hall, extending her hand to make a gesture of invitation.
The new Pope of the Lord of Sword Temple looks to be in his mid-twenties, possessing the innocence of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman. His appearance is naturally a first-rate choice, with a graceful figure, an impressive weapon, and a graceful waistline.
It seems that he can drink any man in this world to death.
In order to maintain his character, Lin Beichen's eyes stayed on the pope for a moment longer.
Hua Qingyan looked at Lin Beichen and smiled slightly.
"You are the most handsome boy I have ever seen."
Her voice was soft and candid, and she said: "Before I met you, I never thought that such a thing as 'male lust' really existed in this world."
Oh, is this a compliment?
In Lin Beichen's mind, he couldn't help but compare Hua Qingyan and Chief Priest Qin, and then quickly came to a conclusion -
The older wife is more beautiful.
I just don't know where she went.
Lin Beichen responded to the Pope's praise with a smile, then turned and walked into the hall.
The hall was very dark.
The air is filled with the smell of blood.
There was something gurgling in the darkness.
Lin Beichen walked step by step to the depths of the hall.
The cool, silvery moonlight shines in from the glass lens on the dome and falls on the white stone throne of the God of Swords.
The air in early spring is slightly chilly.
A figure with disheveled hair, wearing a white skirt, sat quietly, his eyes bright in the moonlight.
"You came."
"I am coming."
"You shouldn't have come."
"I'm already here."
"It's not too late to leave now."
"But I don't want to leave."
"I smell the breath of evil spirits from outside the world on your body. How much power does your stick technique have left?"
"Then it depends on how far your godhood has been restored."
"Did you see it?"
"I can tell a little bit."
"Which bit?"
"You were injured, and the person who hurt you was not a mortal."
"It seems that you have gained a lot in the foreign world."
On the divine throne, the 'Lord of the Sword' slowly stood up.
Tick tock.
The blood dripped drop by drop along the armrests of the throne, gently dripping onto the ground. The moment the blood beads shattered, they were like blood lotuses that only bloomed for a moment, strange yet holy.
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Good night, brothers, thank you for the medicine you recommended to me (?_?)