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Chapter 371 New and old news are blowing up 5K(2/3)

After waiting for a long time, Emperor Zhen personally sent Yu Ziqing out.

"If I finish this period of work, I will also go out for a walk.

I haven’t seen my eldest brother for a long time, and it’s time to visit him.

I will also visit Dadui when the time comes, so I won’t bother you anymore.”

"Welcome, it's time to say goodbye, someone will come to pick you up next."

Yu Ziqing took out the flying boat, landed on the flying boat, and flew away.

After Yu Ziqing flew far away, Emperor Zhen glared at Prince Xiang.

"You didn't say you would give it to your uncle?"

"ah……"

Prince Xiang was a little speechless, even his second uncle was talking about your brother-in-law.

"But on the way here, my brother-in-law told me to prepare for the foundation immediately.

The super large spirit formation is the top priority. If it is set up, a major earthquake will not be as difficult as it is now.

And we also have to consider the matter of receiving and protecting the head of the institute."

Emperor Zhen sighed and waved his hand.

"Okay, go ahead and prepare. This is indeed the best thing for you to do."

After King Xiang received the order, he actually flew away directly.

When King Xiang flew away, Li Xingchen flew from outside the city and landed quietly next to King Zhen.

Emperor Zhen looked at the escaping light on the horizon and suddenly spoke.

"You think, what if I make Prince Xiang the crown prince?"

If it were anyone else, Li Xingchen might not dare to talk nonsense, but it was Prince Xiang, so he would speak honestly.

"I'm afraid His Royal Highness Prince Xiang is unwilling..."

"Yeah, it's a pity..." Zhenhuang felt a little regretful.

As far as skills, handling government affairs, and ability to run the divine dynasty are concerned, King Xiang is indeed a bit lacking.

In the past, even my own fiefdom was stocked.

Fortunately, King Xiang is not a greedy person. Otherwise, if the fief is so free and taxed, it will be difficult for the people in the fief to survive.

However, if you have enough strength but lack of ability, you can make up for it elsewhere.

You Zhen is still here, and now all of his uncles have become Duihuang, plus Jinlan Mountain Forbidden Area, Hungry Ghost, and Hungry Ghost Company.

To be honest, no matter how capable a person is, he may not be able to do anything as good as Prince Xiang's shamelessness in calling him "uncle" twice.

Even if he didn't know his identity, King Xiang was a ninth-level strong man, so he honestly called him uncle, which made him look sincere.

Whether Emperor Zhen considered it from the standpoint of the emperor or for the sake of the great earthquake, he really had an idea and promoted King Xiang to the throne.

But obviously, this idea is just an idea. You Zhen would not agree to it, and neither would King Xiang.

He could only secretly say that it was a pity, and he would not force it.

"I asked you to pay attention to the young people in the clan before. How are you paying attention to them?"

Li Xingchen took out a golden book and presented it to Emperor Zhen.

"All young people, including new born ones, are here and are well documented."

Zhenhuang looked through them and selected thirty of them.

"Pay close attention to these.

There is no problem with his character, his talent is good, and he is determined.

Later he will be sent to Jinlan Mountain for training.

Tell them that after leaving this door, life and death are determined by fate, and they deserve to die.

If there is any hesitation or fear, eliminate it immediately without forcing it.

There are also a dozen or so who are under a hundred years old and sent out for training.

They are not allowed to use their clan status outside, and other names and identities are prepared for them.

You don’t have to worry about where they go or what they do, you don’t have to interfere.”

Li Xingchen felt nervous, knowing that the future crown prince might come from these people.

However, if you let it go like this, I'm afraid many people will perish by then.

Li Xingchen wrote down everyone's names, knowing that next, he would probably have to write down everything they said and did.

Everything about these guys will become a reference.

Li Xingchen took a look and found that many of the people on the list were descendants of Prince Xiang.

Moreover, there are people who have already practiced in Jinlan Mountain.

Li Xingchen remained silent, secretly guessing that the crown prince would eventually be born from the lineage of Prince Xiang. Your Majesty has made up his mind, and I am afraid there will be some troubles in the future.

"After you go back, collect some records. All the newly unearthed information over the years, all the records about the ancient times, and the records before the ancient times, will be sorted out, and then sent to Jinlan Mountain."

Emperor Zhen gave Li Xingchen a warning and turned to leave.

He did have an idea. If King Xiang could not establish him as the heir apparent, then he should find one among King Xiang's direct descendants.

Take your time and look at it. Anyway, if there is something that is suitable in all aspects, then it is naturally the best.

Returning to the palace city, Emperor Zhen went to open a secret door alone and entered the underground.

In the huge underground palace below, countless streams of light are flying here.

There are also stone doors standing on the ground, stone walls, and in mid-air.

Emperor Zhen recited in a deep voice.

"Chaofa."

The next moment, something like countless fireflies flew out and landed in front of one of the stone doors.

Emperor Zhen stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the firefly turned into a key.

Opening the stone door, Emperor Zhen stepped into the stone door and disappeared.



Yu Ziqing took the flying boat and was not in a hurry to turn back. He crossed the Hengduan Mountains and looked to the west.

In his eyes, he still saw the faint blue sky, but now it no longer had the tendency to spread outward, like a huge whirlpool, slowly rotating.

Yu Ziqing stared at the faint blue sky that spread for at least tens of thousands of miles for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Other things can be left to others to take care of, but the super-large spirit-transforming formation is not only about the great earthquake, but also the great exchange in the future.

Yu Ziqing must pay attention to this thing personally, and may even get involved personally.

He wants to turn this thing into a new business card for Dadui or Jinlanshan.

Sitting on the flying boat, Yu Ziqing took out a small table and wrote on it.

"How are those evil trackers doing? Did they find anything?"

Soon, after a few breaths, the traces on the small table formed writing.

"We tracked down some little shrimps and the real leader escaped.

The Riddler is not easy to keep a high profile in other divine dynasties.

Oh, Lao Song said, some entered Dali, some fled to the abyss, and some fled to Daqian.

He said that there must be local snakes to help.

Otherwise, it is impossible that Lao Song and I, together with the Riddler who was following us, would not be able to find traces of the evil people who fled to Daqian.

Lao Song asked if it was necessary to use some of his connections?"

"No, there are no evil monks in Dadui now, right?"

"Yes, from top to bottom in Dadui, there are still three places where they can only hide. As long as we use our strength, they can't even think of hiding."

"Okay, I understand, just let Lao Song continue to deal with it."

Lao Song finally escaped from Daqian, and Yu Ziqing didn't want him to be exposed rashly.



In the northwest of Daqian, at the border with Kuihou Kingdom, a group of evil monks crossed the boundary and entered Qianxi.

None of them flew high in the sky, but they used stone figurine horses to pull chariots, running all the way three feet above the ground.

Huddled in the chariot, not even the breath will leak out.

The space inside the chariot was not small, and a group of evil cultists sat there with sullen expressions, and no one spoke.
To be continued...
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