The ninth-grade peak master fell.

Although the old dwarf was seriously injured, he was still alive after all.

The fire of life has not been cut off. As long as you can break through the extraordinary realm, you can change your destiny against the will of heaven and regain your vitality.

Win or lose, it is clear at a glance.

"You must be buried with the corpse of the ancestor." said the king.

Di Hao nodded: "It's your ancestor and my ancestor, so you will naturally be buried with a grand ceremony."

The king slowly stood up, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Your ancestor? Di Hao, are you really the surname Di?"

Emperor Hao's pupils shrank sharply.

The king looked at the dwarf old man: "Mang, your son, don't you recognize each other?"

The old dwarf looked at the Emperor, then looked at the king of the country, and calmly said, "What does it have to do with recognition or not?"

"My father discovered that you were not the blood of my imperial family, and he took your position as the crown prince, Emperor Hao, you can't sit in this position."

Di Hao's eyes turned scarlet again: "Can't sit there? Haha, why do people from the Emperor's family have to sit here as the Lord of the Tianlong?"

"The orthodox Tianlong will not protect you."

"Then I will kill the Tianlong and replace it with a dragon to sacrifice!" Di Hao's face looked ferocious: "Di Jiu, give way!"

The king smiled disdainfully: "Do you dare to kill me?"

Di Hao said ruthlessly: "If you don't kill you, you will be worse than death!"

"Hahaha……"

The king laughed wildly.

From him, there was an illusory golden dragon shadow lingering.

This is the spirit of the emperor and the symbol of the orthodox king of the Tianlong Kingdom.

"If you have the ability, take it!"

The old dwarf was full of greed.

But soon, with another resentment, he shook his head: "Don't hurry, take it slowly."

Emgrand waved.

The fifth-grade peak master, Che Ning, has a flashing figure.

Clusters of blood splattered, and the guards of the king who had been seriously injured all died at this moment.

Blood flowed, and the smell of blood filled the air, stimulating everyone's nerves.

Lin Dong did not take action again because it was useless.

Crunch...

The gate of the Golden Palace was opened again.

The sun shines in, but Di Jiu doesn't feel any warmth.

But he is the Lord of the Tianlong Kingdom after all!

Turning slowly, Di Jiu walked up the steps and sat on the golden dragon throne.

At this moment, he was still majestic.

"I am the lord of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom. I inherit the divine thoughts of the Heavenly Dragon, and Implement the wishes of all people. I will be blessed by the dragon veins. No one can hurt me." The king spoke lightly.

In the Golden Palace, golden light bloomed quietly, like the dazzling sun in the sky, extremely dazzling.

Emperor Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of hostility.

The Tianlong Kingdom has obtained the Nine Provinces and established five dragon veins, which means the noble of the Nine Five.

The main dragon vein under the capital is like a traversed dragon, which is also the origin of Jiuhuicheng.

The palace is at the head of the dragon vein, which is the position of the dragon head.

Nine provinces will not disperse, the dragon veins will not be destroyed, and the imperial energy of the king of the Tianlong Kingdom will not be taken away if it is not willing.

The premier was poisoned and died, the imperial energy dissipated, and the young emperor nine ascended the throne in danger, sacrificed to the heavenly dragon, and reunited the emperor's energy.

Because what flows through him is the blood of the imperial family.

Although Emperor Hao also has the surname Emperor, his bloodline is the dwarf old man, not the imperial family royal family.

So he could not seize the imperial energy.

The same is true for the dwarf old man.

However, as Emperor Hao said, he could change the sacrifice and change the Kingdom of Tianlong into the Kingdom of Black Dragon.

Once the sacrificial golden dragon is taken away from the sacrificial position, the imperial energy on Di Jiu will naturally disappear, and the four dragon veins in the southeast, west and northeast, as well as the main dragon veins under the capital will naturally evolve again.

However, whether it is the golden dragon or the black dragon, there is only one person who can get the imperial energy.

If the emperor wants to be the king, he must have the imperial spirit.

The dwarf old man must have the imperial spirit to prosper.

This means that before the Emperor Hao changed his sacrificial sacrifice, he still had to obtain the imperial aura on Di Jiu, so that the old dwarfs could make profits from it and change his fate against the will of heaven.

Otherwise, the emperor becomes the king of the country, and the dwarf old man will completely cut off the chance of changing his fate.

He originally had more than two years of life. When he fought with his ancestor, he was seriously injured and his vitality was affected, with only one year left at most.

"There is still one year left, don't hurry, take your time." said the old dwarf.

The king spoke coldly: "Don't expect to get the aura of the dragon emperor on me."

Di Hao said lightly: "If you really don't want Master Mang to get the emperor's energy, you'll commit suicide. Why do you say so much nonsense... it's wrong!"

Before he finished speaking, Di Hao was stunned and his pupils contracted: "You knew you would lose?"

"Hahaha……"

The laughter of the king echoed in the magnificent hall.

The old dwarf frowned and shook his head again: "He has no power to turn the world back."

"Winter." shouted the king.

"I'm here." Lin Dong responded expressionlessly.

Di Jiu stood up and said, "Sustain my emperor back to his bedroom."

"Here." Lin Dong strode, bent down and looked behind the king.

"No leave!"

Di Hao roared: "Di Jiu! Tell me clearly! What are you planning?"

"Uncle Emperor, don't reveal your true life experience, otherwise the Tianlong will not be able to tolerate you. My imperial family will be embarrassed and ridiculed by the people."

Di Jiu left with Lin Dong.

Emperor Hao wanted to stop him, but was stopped by the old dwarf.

Bathing at the sun, Emperor Jiu wore the armor of the dragon, and followed the steps respectfully in the cold winter, leaving calmly.

Under the attention of the army, it seemed that he was the ultimate winner.

Emperor Hao waved his hand and dragged away the bodies in the Golden Palace, washed away the blood, and quickly cleaned them up, as if nothing had happened.

He strode up the steps in the loving gaze of the old dwarf, and finally stood in front of the golden dragon throne.

As he reached out to touch the cold dragon chaise, Di Hao was a little excited and slowly sat down.

"I have finally sat down on this dragon throne." Di Hao said.

"The name is not right, the words are not right." The old dwarf spoke calmly.

Di Hao frowned again: "Master Mang, what are you thinking about Di Jiu?"

The old dwarf shook his head: "I can't see through his strategy."

"You are his teacher, how could you not see through it?" asked Di Hao.

The old dwarf thought for a moment and sighed: "If it weren't for you, Di Jiu would really have the ability to win the world."

"Just him?"

"Just rely on him."

The old dwarf turned and left.

Anger appeared in Emperor Hao's eyes: "Why do you think so much about him? Where are me?"

The old dwarf stopped and turned to look, and a kind smile appeared on his old face: "You are also excellent, but... guess Di Jiu's thoughts first."

After saying that, he strode away and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

There was a dead silence in the Golden Palace.
To be continued...