"There is news from the three states of Chong'an that Yu Qianyi is preparing chariots and horses, deploying tiger-riding warriors, and wants to be like his son Yu Dongshen and enter Taixuan Capital."

The White Bone Palace of Qi State.

There was a minister wearing a black hat, with cold eyes, high cheekbones, and a pale face. He put his hands in his sleeves and lowered his head to report to King Qi Yuan on the bone throne.

On the Throne of Bones, King Qi Yuan is getting thinner and thinner. The dim light shines on him, and from a distance he looks like a skeleton.

He squinted his eyes and held a bamboo slip in his hand. The writing and ink on the bamboo slip were clear. If you look closely, the words look like twisted reptiles, which is disgusting.

"I was a little surprised when I saw the memorial from the father-in-law.

Yu Qian has been lying on the bed for more than ten years, but now he can get out of bed. He even wants to enter Taixuanjing, which is even more interesting." King Qi Yuan spoke very slowly, but there was a sinister feeling in his voice.

Liu Guozhang, wearing a long black coat, saluted King Qi Yuan and said: "A serious illness in life is just a word of pride.

King Yu Qianyi of Chong'an was once the best martial arts monk in the world, and his original true body was enough to shake the sky.

If it weren't for the Crouching Tiger Heavenly Official, the Lord of Langfeng City and all the immortals descended to earth, and even brought the Immortal Emperor's handprint, suppressing Yu Qianyi's real body like the sun, he would probably still be number one in the world today.

Because of this, Yu Qianyi deserves the word proud."

"But he has been lying in bed for more than ten years, falling from the peak to dust. Everyone in the world remembers his reputation, but they also know that he is not long gone.

The pride in his heart should have subsided."

Liu Guozhang's eyes flashed with evil, and he said no more.

But King Qi Yuan knew what Liu Guozhang was talking about. He slowly stood up. King Qi Yuan, who was originally conquering the twelve surrounding countries, had a body as tall as a barbarian monster and a very majestic appearance. Now he seemed like a ghost wearing a coat. The blood-colored robe makes people shudder.

"King Chong'an knew that he was bound to die. The reason why he went to Taixuanjing when he still had some strength was to obtain the protection of Emperor Chongtian, to ask for a hereditary replacement for Yu Dongshen, and even more to not It affected the three states of Chong'an.

The abbot said that the arrogance in his heart had subsided, and that was indeed the case. In the past, with King Chong'an's strong temper, how could he go to Taixuanjing and hate to protect him?"

When King Qi Yuan said this, a white light flashed in his eyes in the dark palace.

"Invite the sword master of Jixia Sword Pavilion and the old man Hengshan of Hengshan Temple to enter the Bone Palace."

He ordered slowly.

No one in the Bone Palace responded.

But only a quarter of an hour passed before two people wearing gray robes entered the hall.

King Qi Yuan stood in front of the Bone Throne, with his hands behind his back and asked loudly: "The spiritual tide is coming, and the few trees in my country of Qi will bear Taoist fruits.

Sword Master, Temple Blessing, I have the opportunity to become enlightened at this time, I wonder what you two think?"

In the extremely spacious Palace of Bones, two extraordinary powerful men from the Qi Kingdom were both wearing gray clothes and said nothing.

Liu Guozhang's palms were originally tucked into his sleeves, but now he slowly took them out of his sleeves and let them hang down.

If you look closely, you will see that the palms of the state leader's hands are filled with white bones, without any trace of flesh and blood.

Time flies by quietly.

Suddenly, the sword master of Qi State saluted King Qi Yuan again and asked: "How many Dao fruits can the trees of Qi State bear?"

In the shadow, King Qi Yuan's expression could not be seen clearly.

However, Liu Guozhang squinted his eyes and replied quietly: "We still have to wait and see how many powerful men in our Qi country can win the spiritual tide and luck.

Maybe these trees can only bear one Tao fruit, maybe four."

The Sword Master of Qi nodded, then raised his head and asked: "I wonder which of the ten halls of Baigui Mountain will have the seat of Yama vacant?"

The light in the Palace of Bones was too dim, and the expressions on the faces of the four of them could not be seen clearly.

But when the Sword Master of Qi asked about this matter.

Even the old man Hengshan, who had always lowered his head, raised his head and looked at King Qi Yuan on the high platform.

This time, Liu Guozhang did not answer.

However, King Qi Yuan chuckled softly and asked the Sword Master of Qi: "I will enter the Mountain of Hundred Ghosts and become Yama. Do you intend to sit on this throne?"

The Sword Master of Qi State saluted first, but the sigh in his tone became deeper and deeper: "The One-Word Sword Art has reached its bottleneck, and the spiritual tide is rising again. I have restored my peak cultivation, and even passed through the seventh level of thunder tribulation, and asked the True Lord, the cultivation of swordsmanship will no longer be difficult.

There is progress.

Maybe the general trend of the country can make my sword spirit go further."

In any country in the world, no one among the subjects dares to talk about the ownership of the throne in front of the king.

But in the Palace of Bones, the Sword Master of Qi State who came with his sword spoke frankly. King Qi Yuan did not show any anger in his eyes. Instead, he held his palms and laughed: "I am King Qi Yuan of Qi State. I was a minister of Zhu State when I was young.

At the age of nine, he was granted the title of King of Qi and paid homage to the Prime Minister. If he saw the king and refused to pay homage, he could go to the palace with swords and shoes.

When I was twenty-three years old, I killed King Zhu and mobilized the troops of the twelve kingdoms. If there was no great ambush to stop me, our Qi kingdom would not only annex the five surrounding kingdoms.

At that time, everyone in the world called me the bright moon of the Qi State. The great poet of the Qi family of the Qi State once wrote a poem praising me. Hundreds of liters flew into the sky, and the bright moon shone on Huan!"

"Sword Master, I want to enter the Baigui Mountain, carve out my heart and enshrine it in it.

Which of the ten Yama Halls in Baigui Mountain do you think can accommodate my inner aperture?"

The Sword Master of Qi was deep in thought. Old Man Hengshan looked up at the sky, but felt that the stars in the sky were becoming more and more dazzling.

Only Liu Guozhang made it to the end: "Only the great palace of Yama can accommodate my king's heart."

King Qi Yuan shook his head: "I want those ten Yama palaces to be enshrined in me!"

There was silence in the Palace of Bones.

At some point, there was a pool of blood in front of King Qi Yuan.

It was a pool of blood, and if you looked carefully, there were countless dead souls struggling in it.

Even though the palace is dark, the blood pool can clearly reflect the body of King Qi Yuan.

Reflected in the blood-colored pool water, King Qi Yuan's body was no longer so thin, but instead tall and majestic to the extreme.

The Sword Master of Qi saw the reflection in the blood pool and suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist.

That is the sixth most famous sword in the world, named Tianyi.

If there was no Shang Min in the world, if there was no Qin sword god, the master of Jixia Sword Pavilion, who would most likely become the leader of the world's swordsmanship, casually threw the sixth most famous sword in the world to the ground.

The long sword fell to the ground, making a messy and harsh sound.

"This sword is the foundation, and my king can build a palace for the dead on this sword.

After building the Palace of Bones, the Pool of Flesh and Blood, and the Palace of Dead Souls, you can go to the three states of Chong'an and leave the remnant soul of King Yu Qian of Chong'an.

My king's path to the hell of flesh and blood, if I can have even a single remnant of Yu Gan's soul, I will be able to make the Qi Kingdom bear a few more Dao fruits."

After the Jixia Sword Pavilion Sword Master finished speaking, he turned around and left. His back seemed a little lonely. I don't know if it was because he lost a sword that day, or because he had always upheld the right path, but in the end he used his own sword as the foundation.

Let this evil king build a mansion for the dead.

Liu Guozhang was a little surprised.

It is rare for the pedantic Jixia Sword Master to be willing to let go of the sword he has always held tightly in his hand.

With his thoughts on this, he looked at the Hengshan Daixian Festival.

The old man Hengshan was looking at the stars in the sky. After a long time, he finally said: "I saw that the three stars in the sky were gradually dimming, and they were in danger of falling.

I wonder if my king can help when the three stars fall from the sky and are in danger?"

King Qi Yuan licked his lips and nodded.

Old Man Hengshan left Li'an Mansion and returned to Hengshan Temple.

On that day, Hengshan Mountain was covered with clouds and mist, and the temple was closed. No one could go to the temple to worship the immortals in the sky.

The Sword Master of Qi State left behind the Tianming Sword.

The old man Hengshan closed the door of Hengshan Temple.

And the Qi court began to launch unjust prisons.

In just one month, 130,000 people were beheaded.

Among them, there were 120,000 citizens, 8,000 soldiers, and 2,000 generals. The people were filled with resentment, but no one dared to rebel, because the people of Qi regarded King Qi Yuan as the biggest devil in the world.

Those who rebel against the devil will inevitably be caught by him in the Palace of Bones, and their lives will be worse than death from now on.

"Build the Palace of the Dead, and after the death of King Chong'an, capture his remnants... then you can become enlightened."

King Qi Yuan sat alone in the palace of bones.

Suddenly I remembered that the prototype of the Bone Palace was built by his naughty prince.

Gu Chenxiao is dead.

He died in the hands of Lu Jing, the great traitor.

"That's fine." King Qi Yuan didn't know what he thought of. His eyes passed through the bloody mist, through the muddy land, and through the streets full of heads, and fell on the two of them.

"I built a mansion for dead souls to restore the remnants of the king's soul. I wonder if I can control the moon evil thing?"

King Qi Yuan became more and more excited.

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To be continued...