Chapter 521 The Great Emperor Sleeping For Three Hundred Years
This person was at the level of the Spirit King, and as soon as the sword light came out, it almost enveloped half of the disciples who came to practice in front of the city gate.
Mu Qianyu narrowed his eyes, and the sword flashed in his hand. The power in his body exploded instantly, and the same sword light headed towards the man.
The swords clashed violently in the air.
The big man was shocked by the golden light and took a few steps back, with a look of horror on his face, because he saw that Mu Qianyu was only at the Spirit Master level and could be so strong in cross-level combat. This was a talent.
In addition to the people in the city, those who came with Mu Qianyu also looked shocked.
A few days ago in the arena, Mu Qianyu was only fighting at the Spirit Lord level as if she was fighting her grandson. They had just accepted this combat power. Why now, when she started fighting at the Spirit King level, was it like beating her grandson?
Isn’t this strength growing too fast?
But then I thought about it, Mu Qianyu has the ability to fight beyond the next level. She broke through, and her combat power was naturally stronger, so there was no way to question it.
The big man on the other side was startled and said: "You are quite talented, how about joining our imperial dynasty?"
Others in the crowd also said: "Yes, those who join the imperial dynasty are our own. If not, they will be killed without mercy."
"Everyone, these words don't take us seriously." A domineering and arrogant voice came from outside.
As the voice fell, three figures descended from the sky and landed on the city wall.
It was the three arbiters of the three major forces, with Bei Chenye as the leader, Li Nanming and the old man in white standing on both sides. The person who spoke was Li Nanming who was holding a black fan in his hand.
Beichen Ye and Li Nanming's eyes both fell on Mu Qianyu. Seeing that she was fine, their eyes calmed slightly, and then they looked at the palace in the distance, looking at the auspicious clouds and the golden dragon of luck in the sky.
Before, I only knew that this was a fairy city left by a previous civilization, but I didn't know that this inner city was actually an imperial city, and that the imperial city could be revived.
Now things seem to be getting tricky.
Also arriving at the same time as the three envoys were the court officials of Dajing and almost everyone from other forces.
The disciples who came to practice looked surprised, but Mu Qianyu was not surprised because she saw a flash of blue light in the wide open sky just a moment ago.
It seems that after the seal here was opened, it became impossible to limit the strength of the entrants, so that the strong ones could enter one after another, and the safety of these little shrimps was guaranteed.
The common people were attracted by the auras of countless powerful men and began to retreat slowly, their expressions becoming uncertain.
Instead, the imperial city opened, and groups of soldiers with bright armor came out holding long spears. The people gave way one after another, and the soldiers lined up on both sides. What was carried out in the middle was a dragon with a dragon on it, and a young emperor sitting on it.
This man wears a crown facing the sky, a blue dragon robe, a pair of slightly upward-looking red phoenix eyes, and his handsomeness exudes a sense of decisiveness and determination.
Mu Qianyu looked familiar. This was the man in the coffin. The sword he just got was taken from someone else.
Although Qi Ling said at that time that this person could be resurrected, she didn't expect it to be so fast. It seemed that someone had just stolen something and was caught, which was a little embarrassing.
I hope this person was not conscious at that time, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.
Just as she thought this, she felt him lower his head, and all he could see was her.
Her breath couldn't help but stagnate. This man's aura was too strong, and his eyes gave people a sense of wisdom and calmness, as if he had lived for who knows how many years.
Before Beichen Ye became hostile, the emperor looked away from Mu Qianyu and looked up at Beichen Ye: "People from the dojo?"
"Exactly." Beichenye's expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "We will not interfere with the resurrection of our seniors, but we need to take these people away."
"You can go, but remember that I won't sell my face to you, but to her." The emperor glanced at Mu Qianyu as he spoke.
The eyes of everyone in the audience fell on Mu Qianyu. This emperor seemed to be the king of the imperial dynasty three hundred years ago, but he betrayed her?
Does she have such a wide range of contacts?
Mu Qianyu was confused for a moment but soon figured out the reason. It was probably because she pulled out the sword stuck in his heart. Although it might not be useful in resuscitating him, it might have other uses.
"I've met senior." Mu Qianyu said slightly.
The emperor nodded slightly, and then looked at Emperor Dajing: "I will give you seven days to consider whether the whole country should surrender to me, or whether you should wait for me to kill your imperial city."
Everyone present was shocked. When the emperor meets the emperor, this battle is probably inevitable.
"I will be waiting for you in the imperial city." Emperor Dajing looked calm, and the dragon energy around him slowly flowed around him, which was equally powerful.
Mo Zixu saw Qin Chuan standing beside the emperor and couldn't help but whisper: "Qin Chuan, what's wrong with you?"
Qin Chuan glanced at him, his expression was not unfamiliar, but he had no intention of speaking.
Mo Zixu was dragged away when they were evacuating the secret realm collectively.
Everyone was riding on a huge dragon boat, and it took only an instant for them to emerge from the rift in the secret realm.
The group of people came out in a daze, feeling that all this was just a dream. How come they witnessed the resurrection of the imperial dynasty three hundred years ago when they went to such a beautiful secret place, and almost lost their lives.
Mu Qianyu also felt that this trip was a bit thrilling, but she still gained something, a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals, and a sword that could be used as the Emperor's Sword.
Compared with these gains, some dangers are acceptable.
At this moment, people have left the secret realm and are rushing towards Dajing Imperial City on dragon boats. There is still some distance here.
"Where are my disciples from Donglin Academy?" the elder from Donglin Academy asked.
No one spoke at first. Finally, they said they had seen Donglin Academy's formation in Xicheng, but no one was seen after the formation dissipated.
As soon as he heard that the formation had been activated, the deacon of the academy glanced at Mu Qianyu.
The formation was designed to deal with her, but now she is safe and sound, while none of the eight disciples from Donglin Academy survived. Who else could have done this!
However, Mu Qianyu only thought that he was reciting sutras and was listening to Leng Xinyue's emotional talk about the thrill of rescuing Xiao Zheng and how brave she was.
Xiao Qi on the side was confused when he heard this. He remembered that he was there at the time, and the situation was obviously different from what she said. She had infinitely exaggerated her own strength and role.
But he didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of being beaten.
Everyone began to discuss the possible whereabouts of the Donglin disciples, but no one came up with any actual useful clues. After all, the spiritual power in the secret realm cannot be detected outside the body. It used to be able to sweep everything away, but now it can only rely on what it sees.
limited.
At this moment, the three major forces, Emperor Dajing, and the emperors of the eight dynasties were discussing matters in the dragon's cabin. Mu Qianyu sat on the deck and yawned loudly, saying: "It's not bad to go for two days. You can go back and have a good sleep."