Immortal Voices

The clan of Rong Clan in Guizhou, Nanzhou, underground palace, and bronze coffin.

The spirit deep in Rong Xian's consciousness remained silent for a long time, until she condensed all her emotions cleanly, as if she wiped out all her weaknesses, and slowly woke up.

There are no more people who care about her in this world, and nothing to make her nostalgic.

The spirit was shaking gently, and Rong Xian could clearly hear the sound of blood trickling in the body.

Instead of paying attention to her situation, she looked at every movement of the sword emperor's blood in her body with a surprise.

From the beginning to the next bit of blood, the blood converged into the heart and flowed from the heart to the whole body.

I don't know how long, maybe a flash, maybe a hundred years, Rong Xian's whole body blood was finally assimilated, and the sunshade was self-solving.

Majestic vitality and strength poured into the limbs, and Rong Xian had a faint illusion. It seemed that she could break through the sky with her hands.

This omnipotent power fascinated her and made her fascinated.

Consolidating this powerful force, Rong Xian's consciousness began to return.

‘Oh! ’

In the dark underground palace, a slight and weak heartbeat sounded strangely, making people creepy.

I don't know how long after that, the heartbeat sounded again.

Over time, the heartbeat sounds stronger and more regular.

Until the heart adapts to changes in the body, until Rong Xian controls all the power.

Inside the bronze coffin, the person who had been keeping his eyes closed finally opened those phoenix eyes.

With the last burial chamber as the center, a mouthful of coffins shook in the underground palace, strange and thrilling.

At the same time, outside the Xiaoqian Realm, the Middle Qianjie Rong's dynasty, over the Qianjing Imperial Palace, Qi Yun Jinlong, who was resting in the sea of ​​cloud of Qi Yun, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to penetrate through the layers of space and looked at a certain Xiao Qianjie. Office.

In the palace of the palace, the man with a pale face and black body full of dead spirits suddenly opened his eyes. He wore a crown of twelve emperors, majestic and deep.

The eyebrows had a blade-like indifference, and the lips were thin as cicada wings. He clearly sits on a dragon chair, but unlike the king who controls the world, he looks like a peerless soldier. When he looks at him, he feels cold and indifferent.

"Prince." The emperor spoke softly, his voice was not loud, but it came easily in the hall, like the everlasting ice and snow, cold and alarming.

Among the two courtiers in the station, the first middle-aged man on the left took a step forward, and his bland face was unshakable. Only those eyes were sharp and sharp.

He stooped respectfully, and calmly said, "Submission."

Emperor's eyes shot a light into the mind of Zuo Xiang. Zuo Xiang could clearly see that it was a woman, and she was a woman no more than fifty years old and sleeping in a coffin.

Corresponding to this, there is a map showing the position of the woman.

He was confused and wondered what the emperor meant.

The emperor seemed to know his doubts, and Binghan's voice sounded again: "She has my blood on her body, find her, and bring her to the uncle in the shortest time, she will be the next heir of this dynasty."

The words fell and all the courtiers burst into an instant.

Their faces were full of joy and excitement, and the silence before them disappeared completely.

The blood of the blood of Taiwei Baishi stagnated for a moment. He looked up at the emperor above the throne, his breath was lightened, and he subconsciously took two steps: "Is the emperor still bloody?"

10,000 years ago, His Majesty was seriously wounded as soon as he ascended the throne. After fighting the Zhao Dynasty five thousand years ago, His Majesty was severely injured and was unable to escape. His Royal Highness and His Royal Highness hurriedly brought people back to help him and blew himself up. In exchange for His Majesty and get out.

The remaining three princes were assassinated and killed two thousand years ago, and the princess was seduced by emotion to take the opportunity to be killed.

Although Her Majesty is still alive, under the commotion of Zhao Dynasty all the year round, the severe wounds will not heal and the spirits will break apart, but they will hold their breath. What is more terrible is that their dynasty has no heirs, which is undoubtedly a blow to everyone.

Now suddenly they heard that His Majesty's blood was alive, how could they not be excited.

From the eyes of the high emperor, it looked like snow and ice, and his back was more straight than Qingsong. He was like a sword.

No, he is a sword.

Even if he was seriously injured and dying, he still did not see any weakness.

"The princeess had just awakened her blood power, and she was sensed by her uncle." The emperor put the princely identity on the inexplicable person without any hesitation.

The emperor Jinkou Yuyan said that the air of the golden dragon ‘Ang’ in the clouds of luck over the palace seemed to rejoice.

The emperor's body exudes a faint cold, without human temperature, but it is a sword that is not easy to break: "Doctor Yu Shi supervises the country, removes spies, and waits for the emperor to return. Liu Fengchang, the ritual ritual temple preparations Don't make mistakes. "

"Noah," the courtiers answered in unison, and no one objected.

They all knew that the emperor could not last long, and this desperate country needed a healthy and long-lived ruler.

The emperor closed his eyes again. It seemed that a wish had been made, and the slightly frowned brows behind Ryukyu eased.

As soon as he was at a loss, the lucky Golden Dragon above the palace opened the dragon's eye. After the Golden Dragon exhaled toward the sea of ​​clouds, the Cloud of Yunyun quickly flew out a golden dragon of the same size.

After the emperor's consciousness fell into it, Jinlong quickly disappeared into the Middle Thousand Realms.

Xiaoqianjie returned to the underground palace of Tucheng, and Rong Xian woke up only to find herself lying in a bronze coffin.

With a glance of consciousness, a sorrow slowly appeared in her eyes.

This is the tomb of the Rong tribe. It was destroyed by the mysterious people 1,600 years ago. Later, she rebuilt it after revenge.

There are coffins in every cemetery here, but there are no corpses in the coffins except for the tribe's undergarments, because those tribe have no dead bodies.

With a pain in Rong Xian's heart, he revisited the old place, and the pain in his heartbreaking heart was still so clear.

Just when she was moving, a golden dragon came into her body out of thin air.

The golden dragon is mighty and mighty, like Huanghuang Tianwei, Cancan cannot be overlooked.

Rong Xian's expression was stagnant, and her eyes were full of vigilance.

Immediately closing her eyes, she went to see the sea and examined carefully, only to find that the Jinlong had no life, just the embodiment of luck.

Rong Xian's eyes were full of astonishment, and the luck-condensation molding actually existed.

But Rong Xian was very puzzled. How could this lucky Jinlong appear on her? Could it be because of the essence of the sword emperor?

When Rong Xian was puzzled, Jin Long, who was lying in the sea of ​​knowledge, opened his eyes, and those eyes burst into a dazzling golden light. When the light disappeared, the young man in a dragon robe stood with his back straight. There.

Although his face was still young, those eyes were full of time.