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Chapter 2 Die!

The Autumn Killings have begun, and it is October.

The sun sets in the west and the remaining clouds fill the sky.

A thin figure stood on the ground, looking forward quietly with deep eyes. His upper body was naked, his muscles were well-proportioned, and his skin was as black as ink. The whole figure looked like a statue.

In front is an ancient city wall, hundreds of feet high, endless, majestic and majestic. It seems to have witnessed the vicissitudes of countless years of drastic changes, with the weight and desolation of the ages.

On the city wall, rows of divine guards are covered in iron armor, with long swords hanging from their waists. They look majestic and murderous, overlooking the earth.

Behind him is the boundless wilderness, the autumn wind sweeps across, and dust fills the sky, as if everything is withering.

In front of us is the ancient and vicissitudes of the city wall. Under the setting clouds, it becomes thicker and thicker, like an insurmountable chasm.

This is the largest city in the world, the land of the Xuanyuan Divine Clan, the capital of China—the Divine Capital!

"It's been three years, and it's finally here."

Gu Que sighed softly, looking at the majestic 100-foot-high tower reaching into the sky, he couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance in his heart.

From Tianzhou to Shenzhou, it was more than 68,000 miles, and it took three years to reach the capital of Shenzhou. Unexpectedly, something was about to happen, but instead, I was filled with fear.

He slowly clenched his fists. He was not even sure about the challenge he was about to face, nor could he predict the outcome.

But there are some things that must be done anyway. Even if the hope is extremely slim, you can only bite the bullet and rush forward.

This time, what he has to do is to show off!

It's just that the person he's pretending to is too powerful, even though he has gone through life and death fights along the way, he can't help but feel a little unsure.

The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the heaven and earth blood red, and the beauty is extremely heavy.

Under the hundred-foot tower, that lonely figure looked so small.

He sighed, gritted his teeth, and slowly carried the coffin beside him!

Yes, a coffin! A dark copper coffin!

With his body hunched and his legs firmly on the ground, he walked towards the city gate step by step.

Behind the city gate, there are endless high-rise buildings, row upon row, with hooked eaves and elegant tiles, and flying pavilions and vermilion. Broad streets crisscross each other, with shops and pawnshops everywhere, and a dazzling array of various items.

Vendors are constantly hawking, teahouses are noisy, business travelers are passing by on the streets, and tourists are everywhere. Practitioners and warriors in all kinds of strange clothes are walking with swords on their backs and their faces covered.

Occasionally, a gorgeous carriage passed by, surrounded by several tall and powerful guards. The curtain of the carriage opened, revealing a beautiful face. It was unknown which noble lady went out again.

There are shops, restaurants, casinos, brothels, martial arts halls, auction houses, etc. Everything you can think of is here, and things you can't think of are also here.

The Divine Capital spans dozens of miles, and in the center of the city is the Holy Land of the Divine Capital, the Heavenly Palace of the Divine Clan. This is the royal palace of the Xuanyuan Divine Clan.

While the hustle and bustle was going on in other places, outside the Heavenly Palace of the Divine Capital, the wide square was already filled with people.

There was an old man with white beard and hair, a young woman in colorful clothes, a mysterious man in black, and a rugged man in military uniform. There were crowds of people high and low. At a glance, there were tens of thousands of them.

These are practitioners from all over the world.

Because today is the conferment ceremony for the God Clan Crown Prince Xuanyuan Chen.

The Continent of Gods and Demons has been quiet for too many years. A grand event like the Crown Prince's Conferment Ceremony only happens once every ten years, so naturally there are countless people joining in the fun.

On the towers of the Tiangong, there stood a series of majestic and domineering figures, some were vague, some had a kingly aura, and their aura was shocking. Of course, these were all members of the Xuanyuan Divine Clan.

Under the city tower and above the square, there is a golden altar three feet high. It is like a pile of gold, engraved with countless mysterious runes, and a bronze square tripod is burning incense on it.

On the altar, an old man with white hair and beard stood steadily on crutches, muttering mysterious spells in his mouth, his white hair and white robe fluttering in the wind.

His face was criss-crossed with ridges and wrinkles, and his tone was very soft, but the strange spell echoed between heaven and earth, clearly reflected in everyone's minds.

Along with the incantation, the sky glowed with rays of light, visions appeared one after another, as if there were golden dragons circling, and waves of awe-inspiring righteousness continued to surge.

The venue was extremely quiet, and tens of thousands of people held their breath for fear of missing this amazing scene.

"After worshiping the ancestors, worshiping the sky, the prince is crowned!"

As the old man shouted, the glow in the sky became even brighter, and a golden auspicious cloud suddenly condensed, emitting bright light, and rolled down slowly, as if it was about to fall to the ground.

A majestic figure suddenly flew down from the city tower, and, accompanied by two priests, walked slowly towards the altar.

This man wears a red gold dragon robe and a purple-red crown, his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like stars, his weapons are majestic, his spirit is like jade, and his whole body is exuding a faint golden light, just like a proud man of heaven.

"Prince Xuanyuan!"

"Wow! I finally meet the prince of the God Clan!"

The female cultivators who were watching couldn't help but scream, their eyes were filled with excitement, and they kept waving their little hands.

There are idols in every era, and the Continent of Gods and Demons is no exception. Xuanyuan Chen, the prince of the God Clan, is extremely talented and famous throughout the eight states, and naturally has countless fans.

The square was crowded and everyone was extremely excited, but one of the slender figures remained motionless, looking quietly ahead, as if the hustle and bustle around her had nothing to do with her.

She was wearing ordinary clothes, her appearance was ordinary, and her face was not outstanding, but her big, delicate eyes seemed to be surrounded by stars, as deep as the sea.

She was silent for a long time, and suddenly said indifferently: "Is this the strongest young man in the world? Uncle Li, has he entered the realm of life and death?"

Next to him, an old man with gray beard and energetic face nodded slowly and said: "The realm of life and death? It's not that easy. It's just the peak of annihilation."

"At the peak of Nirvana, do you dare to be called the strongest young man?"

Although the woman's face was expressionless, there was a hint of disdain in her tone, as if being the best in the world had no weight in her eyes.

"There are many powerful people in the world who live in vain, but this Xuanyuan Chen is the real deal. After all, he is the prince of the God Clan and has endless resources. He may not be unable to fight against the powerful in the realm of life and death."

Uncle Li smiled bitterly and said that he had nothing to do about his young lady's temper and could not refute it because he knew her strength and experience very well.

"I have lived for more than twenty years and have never seen an extraordinary young man. I think there may not be any in this world..."

When the woman said this, she suddenly paused. Her everlasting indifferent expression suddenly showed a slight fluctuation. She frowned and turned around suddenly!

"Um?"

The old man let out a light sigh, turned around and followed her gaze, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his pupils showed a three-foot white light, spanning all the layers of people.

I saw a thin young man walking slowly towards the end of the square, closest to the setting sun.

Under the sad setting sun, under the bloody sky, surrounded by high-rise buildings towering into the sky, this thin figure looked extremely lonely.

He walked slowly with his back stooped, and every step he took on the ground seemed to make a deafening sound.

He had a very difficult time walking!

Because he is carrying a coffin!

The dark copper coffin!

"Coffin Bearer!"

The commoner woman couldn't help blurting out.

The young man was naked from the waist up, his skin was as black as ink, and his feet were bare. He wore a white jade bracelet on his left wrist, and a dark jade bracelet on his right wrist, which looked extremely strange.

It was late autumn, the chill had set in, and it was no longer too hot. But the man in front of me was still naked from the waist up, soaked with sweat and dripping on the ground.

His black hair hangs down, covering most of his face, but you can still see the perseverance, stubbornness, disobedience and courage to fight against fate on his face.

But the clenched teeth and cheeks and the white knuckles clenched on the copper coffin seemed to prove the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

He kept walking, although it was slow and difficult, but he never stopped!

It seems that heat, fatigue, hunger, loneliness and all other hardships cannot stop him!

What is he doing here?

The woman slowly closed her eyes and said, "Uncle Li, how heavy does it take to suppress a person in the early stages of extreme change like this?"

Uncle Li sighed: "At least a thousand pounds! That copper coffin is not light!"

"I can see that he has been carrying it for a long time." The woman said quietly.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Chen, the prince of the God Clan, had already climbed onto the ten-foot altar, looking down at tens of thousands of powerful men. His clothes were fluttering, his dragon robes were flying, and a kingly energy suddenly burst out from his body, sweeping the world.

Everyone present felt this powerful momentum and were amazed.

Xuanyuan Chen, the prince of the God Clan, is only twenty-five years old this year! The peak of Nirvana at the age of twenty-five is really terrifying.

He is indeed a perfect person. Regardless of his scheming, ambition, resourcefulness, identity or martial arts, he is a well-deserved number one young man.

Xuanyuan Chen had a gentle smile on his face and looked down, causing the female cultivators present to scream and look like a nymphomaniac.

Under the golden auspicious clouds, Xuanyuan Chen is so perfect, like a god descending to earth, with a faint golden glow.

But he may not have noticed that a man carrying a coffin was slowly approaching the crowd.

"The time has come for the Crown Prince to be crowned!"

The old man with white hair and beard shouted loudly, and the surroundings suddenly became silent. He pointed his crutch with his right hand towards the sky, and a ray of white light suddenly shot into the auspicious clouds.

The next moment, the auspicious clouds were filled with golden light, and a shocking dragon roar suddenly resounded throughout the world, like thunder, echoing in the square for a long time.

This dragon roar was like the roar of gods and demons, as if it was about to shatter people's souls, frightening everyone's hearts. They felt the blood all over their bodies was boiling, and they were almost unable to stand still.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and their eyes suddenly widened. They saw the auspicious clouds split open, an even brighter golden light emitted, and a golden dragon head as big as a mountain slowly poked out, full of supreme majesty.

The head is like a camel, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a rabbit, and the ears are like a cow, it is lifelike. The powerful momentum and terrifying pressure almost make everyone kneel down.

There has been no dragon in the world for a long time, and the mythical beast has been extinct for a long time. Today, a lucky golden dragon comes from the sky. This trip is really worth it!

Everyone was amazed and excited beyond words.

"The golden dragon comes from the sky, bringing good luck!"

The white-haired old man shouted loudly, and the golden dragon suddenly circled, revealing its body. Its scales flashed, causing the wind and clouds to change, and endless rays of light suddenly fell from the sky.

Xuanyuan Chen slowly closed his eyes and opened his hands to welcome his luck.

The luck is like a mountain, constantly falling down, the sky is filled with colorful clouds, golden dragons are circling, and everyone is already intoxicated.

But at this moment, the golden dragon suddenly let out a low roar, as if it had seen a natural enemy. It waved its figure, stirred up gusts of wind, and turned back to fly into the auspicious clouds. As the golden dragon flew back, the sky was full of glow.

Then disappear.

"What's going on?"

"Luck is gone?"

Everyone's expressions changed suddenly, and there were many discussions. The prince of the God Clan, Xuanyuan Chen, suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and said in surprise: "Old God, what's going on?"

Just when Tian Lao was about to make a calculation, a cold voice spread throughout the square.

"Because, I'm here!"


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