He had this sweet dream for a long time, and it wasn't until all the green powder gas in the secret space dissipated that Chen Fan woke up.

Glancing at Zhang Yu, whose eyelids were slightly trembling next to him, Chen Fan knew that this woman must have been awake, but he didn't know how to face the current situation, so he simply pretended to be asleep, breathing calmly and lying next to him.

"well!"

"What a bad fate!"

"I just didn't expect that there would be such psychedelic dust hidden in the heart of the Yangyuan Tree, and even my divine consciousness couldn't handle it." Chen Fan shook his head and sighed softly.

…

After three days of sleeping together in this way, the eighth princess put on a golden armor, tied her long hair behind her head heroically, and then threw a charming look at Chen Fan.

The look in his eyes: "When I sit on the throne! I will marry you and be my favorite male concubine!"

Chen Fan touched his nose and smiled suddenly.

Chen Fan has a handsome appearance and has not been practicing immortality for a long time. Whether it is his talent or his status as an elder of the Shuangji Sect, he is worthy enough to be the eighth princess of the palace.

"I didn't expect that in this life, I would have the talent to eat soft food?" Chen Fan felt a little funny in his heart.

…

"Yu'er, do you need my help to win your heir?"

"That ninth brother of yours is not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Returning to the topic, Chen Fan looked at Zhang Yudao with concern.

"No need, now that my body has been broken, my Fengji Jingshigong has been improved to another level. If I win over a group of old men, there is basically no big problem in taking down Zhang Li." Zhang Yu shook his head, feeling the martial arts surging in his body.

True Yuan.

There was a hint of expectation in Chen Fan's eyes, and he muttered: "Enemies!" Then he flew away in the air and disappeared into the moving magic circle above the Secret Mansion.

…

Seeing this woman leaving gracefully, Chen Fan also put away his erroneous thoughts.

After three days together, all the love words that should be said have been said, and what is left is nothing more than some useless love between children.

As for the background of this woman and the secret of the throne, she also learned all about it from Zhang Yu's mouth the first time she woke up.

Zhang Jiagui is a mortal emperor, and the reason why he can control the dynasty for thousands of years is because he has a trace of the blood of the martial god who created the Holy Emperor in his body.

This Martial God is a body refiner at a higher level than a Martial Saint. His combat power is half a head higher than that of a monk at the peak of his transformation into a god, and he has almost reached the pinnacle of the human world.

The Holy Emperor who founded the Daqian Dynasty was extremely talented and unparalleled in ancient and modern times. In addition to passing down the bloodline of the God of War, he also left several matching magical body-refining techniques and extraordinary martial arts for future generations.

One of them is the Fengji Jingshi Kung Fu practiced by Zhang Yu. This Kung Fu is the main skill for women of the royal family, and they can practice it all the way to the peak of martial arts.

As for the men of the royal family, they majored in another domineering technique called Dragon Emperor Zhen Shi Jue.

In addition, the thrones of the four realms have corresponding royal seals.

This royal seal contains a drop of the painstaking efforts of the founding Holy Emperor. It is said that it has endless magical effects and has an incredible effect on promoting martial arts cultivation.

With the help of the power of the royal seal, each generation of the vassal kings of the four regions had martial sage cultivation, and this was how the rule of Daqian was maintained to this day.

Ascending the throne and mastering the royal seal is equivalent to grasping the key to the door of the Martial Saint in advance. It is no wonder that Zhang Yuhui takes the throne so seriously.

"It's a pity that this royal seal can only be mastered by the Zhang family's bloodline."

"It should be some kind of spiritual treasure inspired by the power of blood." Chen Fan thought thoughtfully.

He followed the Sha Dao body cultivation route, which can be regarded as a relatively crude body training route during the founding emperor of Daqian tens of thousands of years ago. It was not like the mature body training schools now that can cultivate all the way to the realm of martial saints.

According to the information disclosed by Zhang Yu, since the founding of the Daqian Empire, most of those who have refined their bodies with the Evil Dao Cultivation Technique have reached the level of half-step Martial Saints, and most of them have extremely short lifespans, having lived to be over a hundred years old.

After all, when the dynasty was first established, the four regions were unstable and fought every year. Therefore, they could only quickly gather a group of evil body refiners with rapidly increasing combat power at the cost of giving up their longevity.

In addition, there are many flaws in the evil body training method, and later generations have not completed this type of exercise, so it can be regarded as a road to death.

After learning the news, Chen Fan made a decision in his heart.

The increase in combat power obtained by this type of injury is indeed a perfect match for his body's self-healing talent.

The only problem that gave Chen Fan a headache was the lack of evil spirit and longevity.

If these two limitations can be solved and the body-training techniques at hand can be advanced to the martial saint level, it is estimated that there will be no opponent in the human world who could threaten Chen Fan's life.

After thinking this, Chen Fan felt that his next goal became much clearer. He grabbed the core of the Yangyuan Tree, which was as big as a hill, put it in his storage bag, and left with the help of the secret palace's moving circle.

However, what Chen Fan did not expect was that although the core of the Yangyuan giant tree was hollowed out, there was no sign of toppling or collapsing. Several thick tree roots penetrated deep into the space of the secret mansion, extending into In a huge pool of blood buried deep in space.

After a while of sucking and replenishing, the trunk of the giant tree began to slowly heal until it returned to its original state.

And in the depths of the blood pool, inside a giant cocoon soaked in unknown blood, a woman with a jade-like body and an unearthly appearance was sleeping, her eyelids trembling slightly, as if she had been stimulated by the outside world and unexpectedly woke up!

"Has more than three thousand years passed?"

"There are still fifty years left... before the Art of Nourishing Yuan and Returning to Ruin will be complete..."

"Continue to sleep...it's not time to really wake up yet..." The woman's words came from the giant cocoon, intermittently until it fell silent again.

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