Ho Kyung.

Emperor Zhou's eyes were startled.

He was completely excited when he saw the phantom in purple clothes walking out of the hazy light, causing the whole world to tremble.

As the founder of Tianzhou, he once dreamed of the stars at night, and after meeting "Shang", he built a sacrificial platform to receive the inheritance, which was given by this divine being named "Purple Cloth Lord".

Therefore, how could Emperor Zhou not know who he was!

"Your Majesty, have you recovered?"

With a glint in his eyes, the monarch of Kyushu stood up, walked forward quickly, asked urgent questions, and looked at the peerless figure who walked out of the statue.

Scenes from the past emerged one after another.

Under the leadership of the Holy Spirit, the Bloodborn were invincible in every battle and conquered every attack. They fought all the way and defeated Chaoge, leaving King Xuan Shang's head forever buried in the black water, unable to see the light of day.

These divine powers are far stronger than the kings on earth.

The saint who emerged from the ordinary people, the new king who replaced Zhao Yong?

Those characters may have risen, but they are still a little behind compared to the Xuan Shang era!

Xuan Shang has been defeated, how can they be these sacred opponents?

Looking at Emperor Zhou who had not changed much after thousands of years, Ziyi Jun smiled.

Why didn't the gods choose the Lord of Jiang Qi who was descended from Jiang Shang, the King Yong of Zhao Wu who was good at conquering, the scheming Lord of Western Qin, and the most ambitious Lord of the Three Jins at that time to be the masters of these nine states?

Precisely because they all have variables.

A sacred retreat is too long.

Every time they wake up, it lasts for tens of thousands of years. In such a long time, the human heart is the most difficult thing to predict.

Even the most loyal lackey will never stand the test of time.

King Yong of Zhao Wu is such an example.

As for Emperor Zhou.

It was just because he happened to be able to communicate with the divine, his status was sufficient, and he had some human luck, so he was selected by the gods and became the emperor of that week.

Only under his rule will there be no peace in Kyushu. In order to plunder the power and blood of others, the kings will surely launch endless wars all year round. You attack me.

In this case, the seeds once sown will become stronger and stronger and eventually mature.

The evolution of Kyushu is also proceeding in an orderly manner in the delineation of their chessboard.

As thousands of years passed, only the seven most powerful kings remained among the dozens of princes.

And the ancient country located behind them, let alone the Lord of Divine Blood, is just the ancient ones, the nobles.

The blood flowing on their bodies is countless times more refined than before.

Although now, the situation has changed somewhat.

But in a sense, Emperor Zhou's mission has been completed.

Seeing the majestic and sacred purple-clothed general, Emperor Zhou, who thought that his arrival was to restore the overall situation of Tianzhou, there was some pity in his eyes.

Then, he slowly raised his palm:

"Yes."

"The holy era will come to this world again."

"And you..."

Zi Yijun looked at Emperor Zhou who was leaning down in front of him.

"From now on, you will be with me."

"I know that what you have been hoping for for thousands of years is to be able to ascend to the clouds and become an alien god on par with us."

"In this case, I will be satisfied with you and go on your behalf to once again pacify the world of Jiuzhou."

His words are neither salty nor bland.

But while Emperor Zhou was overjoyed, he noticed something was wrong.

The palm of his hand holding the luxurious scepter shook:

"What do you mean by your Majesty's words?"

Having sat in Haojing for thousands of years and not participating in the competition among the heroes, although the Emperor of Zhou could not be called an extraordinary person, he could still be regarded as the best among his kind.

In Zi Yijun's barely concealed words, he seemed to feel the slightest hint of the intention of killing the donkey.

Looking at Emperor Zhou who vaguely took a few steps back with a forced smile on his face, Ziyi Jun said in a calm tone:

"What else could it mean?"

"Of course your mission has been completed and you can have a good rest."

"I will take care of everything after your death, so you don't have to worry."

The indifference and lack of concealment in his words made Emperor Zhou's expression suddenly change.

However, it was already too late.

Seeing the blood of the human monarch in front of him boiling with blood, and the scepter in his hand flashing with lines, as if he was about to cast some forbidden spell, the purple-clothed monarch smiled mockingly.

"This scepter contains a ray of power from the black bird demon saint when Chaoge sank. I thought it was an eye left by her. I didn't expect that you got it and embedded it in it. It's interesting.

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"But Zhou Quji, have you forgotten that everything you have is just given to you by us?"

"With my own strength, I want to resist."

"How can you...have any chance of winning?"

Lord Ziyi clasped his hands behind his back and looked down at the Emperor Zhou on the rooftop of the sacrificial ceremony.

As his words came out,

The mighty and boundless divine voice was like an overwhelming mountain, pressing down on Emperor Zhou from all directions, like an ancient divine mountain, making him unable to breathe at all for a moment!

Not to mention stimulating the divine blood... At this moment, the divine blood in his body was flowing backwards, as if he had seen his master, making him unable to move at all, and could no longer drive even one point.

The proud authority was completely withdrawn at this moment, and the emperor named Zhou Quji recalled...

A long, long time ago, in those years that he had almost completely forgotten.

There was a time when I was so weak.

His father was one of the eight hundred princes of the Xuan Shang Dynasty. Because he was weak at that time, he named him Quji.

Over the years, he has forgotten his name, but in the end...

It seems that no matter how he changes, he still seems to be the same.

Unable to move, unable to use extraordinary power, just like a mortal, wearing a luxurious crown, Emperor Zhou looked at the hazy light and shadow walking towards him step by step, and spoke with difficulty:

"Why?"

Since there was no way to resist, he could only try his best to express his doubts.

After so many years…

He sacrificed to the gods in this world and spread the descendants of divine blood and divine authority to every corner of the world!

He completely wiped out everything about Xuan Shang, and crushed all the ordinary people who had resisted the gods into dust one by one!

What did he do wrong to inherit the sanctity of his bloodline and become murderous?

Ziyijun walked up to Emperor Zhou.

He looked at the face that was slightly distorted by fear, and put his palm on his head:

"No reason."

"You did very well."

"But everything in this world comes with a price."

"We have given you thousands of years of glory, and now it's time for you to give back this glory."

The last whisper fell.

Everything ends in summer.

Lord Ziyi turned into spiritual light and slowly poured into the body of Emperor Zhou. Zhou Quji could only watch and could not stop him.

He seemed to feel that "his" existence was slowly passing away, so he became more and more frightened, and even pressed his neck, but to no avail.

After all, at this moment, he is just a mortal.

How could he disobey the person who had given him strength for thousands of years?

With a 'plop,' a sound.

The lord of the world seemed to have lost his support. He tightly strangled his neck with both hands and finally fell to the ground.
To be continued...