Lu Aochen did not answer directly, but took out the Haotian Sword and slowly injected the holy energy. Immediately, the broken sword released a dazzling golden light and pierced the nine heavens.
Fang Shibo, Xie Huaiyuan and others were silent. Every royal family in Tianji Continent had similar founding treasures, and they were also the treasures of the royal family. The founding kings of each country all set up seals in it, only the royal family.
Only when bloodlines open, Lu Aochen's identity is true.
As the Lord and Elder of the Palace, of course, he is familiar with the war that Emperor Yuande provoked. During that war, tens of millions of people died in the war. I don’t know how many families and families were destroyed, and they also
I know what would happen if the throne was allowed to fall into the hands of Prince Yuanlong's descendants.
If someone really seeks power and usurps the throne but cannot be stopped, they would even prefer that the throne falls into the hands of others, rather than the descendant of the royal family, Lu Aochen.
However, the secret agreement between the royal families and temples of various countries could not be denied, and they could not interfere in the royal family affairs.
Mu Qingyun looked happy. He felt strange at the beginning, why the young master was careful of Gu Fenghua and others, but he was not wary of the temple. It turned out that there was such a secret agreement between the royal families of various countries and the temples.
Even the temple is helpless, who can stop their great cause?
"Master of the Palace, several elders, you don't have to worry about the matter of the Xinghua royal family. Please come back and wait until I quell the civil strife and come to visit me." Lu Aochen said with fearlessness and proud faces of the other party.
Today, he cannot be too rude to the temple, but sooner or later, he will step on the temple like his ancestors, making them bow down to his sanctuary, and make them surrender his ambitions far greater than the Emperor Tiande of that time.
Much more.
"The temple cannot interfere, what about us?" At this moment, eight young people walked towards Fengshantai side by side.
Gu Fenghua, why did she come? Why didn’t she receive any news before? Seeing the girl in the lead, Lu Aochen’s heart sank suddenly.
"Gu Fenghua, it's Gu Fenghua!" The people in the audience exclaimed, and soon, the despairing eyes showed a sense of hope.
"And Luo Enh!"
"Ye Wuse!"
"Jun Lansheng!"
"Lin Hanyi!"
"Your Highness, that's Your Highness the Ninth Prince!"
"They are back, they are back, they are saved, and we are saved!" There were bursts of cheers in the crowd.
Since the Ten-Term Ceremony, several young people led by Gu Fenghua have become famous. They fought back with their blood when Zhang Haoran, Han Qingwen and others were defeated one after another, and even Qiu Mingxuan fled without fighting.
One after another, he finally defeated Guanghua Kingdom, won the ceremony of the Ten Directions, and won another century-old prosperous era for Xinghua Kingdom.
Today, all civil and military officials and heads of various families are poisoned, and no strong person can compete with Lu Aochen. Faced with the royal dispute, even the Xinghua Temple is powerless. Xinghua Kingdom is about to be like ten thousand years ago.
In that way, when they were dragged into the abyss by Lu Aochen, they came back! At this moment, only they can save Xinghua!
Amid the cheers, everyone stood up and straightened their backs. Gu Fenghua's return brought them hope and courage.
Mu Qingyun's face darkened and he raised his arms. Around him, thousands of archers tightened the bowstrings, and the sharp tip of the arrow pointed at Gu Fenghua and his party at the same time.