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Chapter 1976 The voice of the loving father

Zhao Chu never thought that there would be such tenderness in the cold Leaf Ghost Clan.

No wonder the Eleventh Prince was so moved.

He was originally the weakest prince, the most inconspicuous, and the least favored by others.

No matter how much he sacrifices, he still doesn't believe in himself.

At this time, three members of the same race suddenly appear, and they support you with their lives.

This is definitely a timely help and the most heart-warming gift on a cold day.

As for the dog-licking tribe, the Eleventh Prince simply ignored it.

In the eyes of the resolute race of the cultivators, the dog-licking tribe generally cannot make up the numbers.

"Hey, is this the legendary licking dog?"

"Sure enough, he has a miserable look that he will never be able to lick."

"Lick the dog, lick the dog, lick it until the end, and there will be nothing left."

"Poor race."

Zhao Chu looked at the Seventh Prince's camp and saw a group of licking dogs there. They were kneeling on the ground and licking the wolf-headed man crazily.

Maybe it was because the seventh prince's appearance was so shocking that these licking dogs licked even more vigorously.

Maybe, after licking the wolf-headed tribe, these licking dogs thought that they could also integrate into the wolf-headed tribe.

As everyone knows, the reason why the wolf-headed tribe is awe-inspiring is not because of their bottomless licking.

But strong, cruel, and united!

Dog lickers.

A race that has endured abject status in its destiny cannot be saved.

"Eleventh Prince, take care!"

One of the cultivators cupped his fists and bowed.

"Eleventh Prince, I wish you success!"

Another cultivator also said sincerely.

They sincerely hope that the Eleventh Prince will succeed. Although the hope is slim, it is still a beautiful vision.

If the Eleventh Prince succeeds, the three of them, no, the four of them, will be the strongest officials in the history of the Ye Gui Clan.

With such overwhelming soul power, even if the host cannot evolve on its own, their strength will rise to the level of the second prince.

Even that dog-licking clan might reach the strength of the third prince.

This is a very scary thing.

"Haha, it's so funny!"

"A commoner who is not as good as a prince is still trying to win the throne!"

"You cultivators have the same fate as the dog-licking tribe!"

The eleventh prince was still moved, but an annoying voice came from the side.

They are the Sword Immortal Clan.

This arrogant race did not respect the Eleventh Prince at all. They were sarcastic and looked down upon.

Such a weak prince is a joke.

"Eleventh Prince, we all thought you didn't dare to come."

The other swordsman also smiled contemptuously.

"Shut up, the prince is a prince after all, you don't deserve to be insulted!"

A cultivator was furious.

"So what if it's an insult?"

"Kill me if you can!"

"I'm afraid the eleventh prince can't even defeat me, right? It's ridiculous to challenge the throne!"

The swordsman was not afraid at all.

His strength is at the level of a Heavenly Lord, so of course he cannot be afraid of the Eleventh Prince's level.

Then, there was another burst of laughter.

People from other camps also agreed. The arrogance of the Sword Immortal Clan was well-deserved, and even the prince dared to laugh at it.

You know, the prince really has the right to kill.

Of course, the eleventh prince is indeed too weak.

This should also be what the Sword Immortal Clan relies on.



"When I win the throne, I will kill the entire Sword Immortal Clan with blood!"

The eleventh prince looked at the swordsmen coldly, and then stepped into the central square with a cold face.

Zhao Chudu sighed.

He felt useless.

To be humiliated like this by a commoner is indeed a great shame and humiliation.

"Prince Eleven, we are waiting for you!"

"Hurry up and proclaim yourself emperor, we can't wait any longer!"

Sure enough, the threat of the Eleventh Prince was meaningless, and the Sword Immortal Clan was still laughing at him.

In fact, no matter which prince wins the throne, he will not really kill a race.

After all, the princes they followed are all dead, and they will be just civilians from now on, so there is no need to kill.

Especially for a powerful race like the Sword Immortal Clan, it is also useful in daily life.

Although there will be various kinds of suppression, but generally life can be saved.

Today, such behavior that completely offends a prince is rare.

The three cultivators gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

The eleventh prince was the last one to arrive. He endured countless mocking glances and slowly walked near the princes!

The tenth prince opened his eyes slightly and smiled calmly.

He didn't even bother to see the Eleventh Prince.

The other princes also had expressionless faces.

Everyone is relatively unfamiliar with the Eleventh Prince.

"Those people with swords on their backs are so annoying, I want to kill them!"

Little King Kong muttered.

In fact, Zhao Chu felt uncomfortable.

He also wanted to kill these ferocious-looking sword immortals.

Although his body was taken away by the eleventh prince, it was his own body that was humiliated by these sword immortals.

Besides, Zhao Chu always felt that these group of leaf ghosts had tarnished the Sword Immortal's status in his mind.

The Ye Gui Clan fully displayed the arrogance and arrogance of the Sword Immortal, but they did not have any compassion for the sword.

These people, wearing the skin of sword immortals, have already turned into demons with paranoia in their hearts.

Really damn.

Killing these leaf ghosts can also make these sword immortals transcend.



Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Not long after, all the princes raised their heads.

The noisy crowd on the imperial stage also suddenly fell silent.

At this time, a dark passage appeared in the void.

"All come back!"

Ye Guihuang's voice spread across the heaven and earth, which was shocking.

The eldest prince took the lead, and the other princes stepped into the void and walked into the passage step by step.

Zhao Chu followed behind the tenth prince, his heart beating in the distance.

This is the process of the battle for the emperor.

Before starting the assessment, they have to meet Ye Guihuang!

In fact, Emperor Ye Gui had already died when the assessment began, and he had last words to pass on to the next emperor.

Emperor Ye Gui didn't even know who would eventually inherit the imperial power, so he could only tell his last words to all the princes.

Anyway, only one prince will survive in the end, and there is no risk of leaking the secret.



"Emperor Ye Ghost probably won't be aware of the existence of the Purple Gold Gourd!"

Zhao Chu muttered.

"Don't worry, Ye Guihuang is only as powerful as an emperor. He doesn't dare to become a god."

"And the power of your spiritual thoughts is also at the level of the Emperor, so he can't find it."

Although Xiao Jingang was comforting Zhao Chu, his words were obviously a little uneasy.

A few minutes later, the princes were teleported to a dark void.

In the center of this void, there is a lonely tree.

Trunk, leaves.

All are purple, looking lush and full of vitality.

This is the Ghost King Tree!

In the void, the Ghost King Tree was only as tall as a person, but Zhao Chu detected it with the power of his spiritual thoughts and found that this was not the case at all.

The Ghost King Tree, which may not seem very tall, is actually strong enough to burst through the atmosphere.

Zhao Chu roughly estimated that an adult of 1.8 meters is not as big as a leaf.

In this void, the Ghost King Tree was infinitely shrunk.

In real terms, Zhao Chu and his group should be as tall as a squirrel standing under the Ghost King Tree.

Even a young squirrel.

The Ghost King Tree is really too tall, too tall to be described in words.

Zhao Chu was shocked.

It is indeed a terrifying civilization that has experienced 19 generations of broken gods. In the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, Zhao Chu has never heard of such a powerful treasure.

The true strength of the Leaf Ghost Clan may be even more terrifying.

"See you, Father!"

At this moment, the pitch-black void distorted.

Then, a huge purple dragon chair appeared in front of the princes.

On the dragon chair, a nine-headed clan member sat.

This is the Ye Ghost King.

The eleventh prince was meeting Emperor Ye Gui, and Zhao Chu was so nervous that his soul was trembling.

It is the breath of the God Emperor.

This Ye Ghost Emperor is indeed filled with the aura of the God Emperor.

Of course, this breath was suppressed.

The treasure that suppresses the vision of conferred gods is the Ghost Emperor Dragon Chair under Ye Ghost Emperor’s butt!

But Zhao Chu also had an intuition that the Ghost Emperor's Dragon Chair seemed to be unable to suppress the vision of the gods.

Time cracks would appear around Ye Guihuang from time to time, and his whole person was a little distorted.

Zhao Chu had witnessed with his own eyes the idea of ​​majesty causing visions, which was a sign that he was about to become a god.

It was obvious that Ye Guihuang was also suppressing the vision of the gods.

All nine of his heads were frowning and seemed to be suffering from some pain.

Although the Eleventh Prince lowered his head respectfully, in his heart he hated Ye Ghost Emperor and cursed him to go to hell after death.

Zhao Chu observed it and found that the other princes were in similar situations.

On the surface, they did not dare to be disrespectful to Ye Guihuang, but all of them had ferocious expressions, and they all hated this father.

This man created them, gave them hope, and gave them royal status.

In the end, it's like raising a poison again and killing everyone.

In the hearts of the princes, this father is a devil, a devil who deserves to go to hell.



"Be resentful. You are not grateful to me as your father. You are more filled with hatred. I can understand that!"

The middle head of Ye Guihuang spoke.

To everyone's expectation, Ye Guihuang's voice was very gentle, not at all as violent as he appeared on the surface.

Zhao Chu was also stunned.

This is simply the voice of a loving father.

The contrast is too great.

But think about it again, he will kill all his sons with his own hands in a short while, this kind father cannot be more loving.

"I was also a member of the battle to seize the emperor back then. I can completely understand your thoughts."

"Hate me, I can understand you."

"I will die soon, and before I die, I will tell each of you the truth about this universe!"

"No matter who of you succeeds to the throne of the twentieth generation, you must remember the ancestral precepts of your ancestors."

Ye Guihuang sighed.

All the princes were silent, their faces numb, just waiting for Ye Guihuang's next instructions.

Only one person can survive, and even the second prince, who has the highest chance, dare not be optimistic.

In fact, these princes were disdainful of the ancestral teachings.

At least the eleventh prince is particularly disdainful.

He even wanted to drag the entire Leaf Ghost Clan to destroy them together.

Zhao Chu sighed.

The eleventh prince is still too young.

This inheritance of the Ye Ghost Clan has lasted for tens of thousands of years. If it could be overthrown, it would have been overthrown long ago.

Since the Ye Ghost Emperor can be inherited from generation to generation, there must be a reason.

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