My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 362 Sing the Song of Yanshan Chile

"..."

As Zhu Houcong regained control of the body composed of the fruits of the World Tree in front of him.

Zhu Houcong's body also stood up.

The teleportation array set up in the Longevity Palace emits a dazzling light.

With the activation of the teleportation array, a more dazzling light burst out than before.

Zhu Houcong felt it more and more after the World Tree was transplanted to Xiyuan.

The surrounding air is increasingly filled with spiritual energy.

The aura transformed by the World Tree through the essence of the earth.

In order to adapt to the world of Ming Dynasty, World Tree also had to take the initiative to make many changes.

Not only are the fruits of the World Tree actively giving up their consciousness in order to adapt to the low-energy environment of the Ming Dynasty.

Even its past technology of absorbing the power of earth veins and converting it into magic energy has been converted into the ability to create spiritual energy.

The effect is very obvious. After receiving sufficient nutrition, Xiyuan's spiritual energy concentration, which was originally close to the first-order spiritual veins, directly increased to a level comparable to the second-order spiritual veins.

It is enough to support the foundation-building monks to practice in it.

During this time, even Zhu Changning, who had always been lazy, became more energetic.

Zhu Houcong once suspected that the reason why she acted so useless before was entirely because the concentration of spiritual energy in this world could not support her high-intensity movements.

Well... Zhu Changning's Husky theory has some more strange evidence.

"While I'm away, you and Chang Ning will take good care of the house... Do you understand?"

Zhu Houcong comforted the tree in front of him.

After getting a positive reply.

Zhu Houcong regained control of his clone and continued to stay in the Longevity Palace in seclusion to prepare for any eventuality.

He threw himself into the teleportation formation that had been prepared for a long time in the Longevity Palace.

In that distant east, the First Emperor spent countless manpower and material resources to finally find the overseas fairy island, and spent his whole life to obtain the elixir of immortality, even if he killed thousands of people.

Finally, the Ming court's persistent pursuit revealed his whereabouts.

After all - that's true immortality.

While waiting for the teleportation array to start, Zhu Houcong looked to the east and thought quietly.

Even judging from the remaining historical materials from the Qin and Han Dynasties that have been found so far, the legendary elixir of longevity was probably not a fantasy that the First Emperor forced the alchemists to concoct for him in order to escape death.

But there is something.

Thinking of the half-true and half-false records that I had previously ordered the Hanlin Academy and Qin Tian Jian to search from the vast sea of ​​historical materials in the Ming Dynasty library.

There is also the conclusion that the elixir of longevity may be a real thing in history.

Since the First Emperor.

Is it the elixir of immortality that all the unified kings of the past dynasties have been secretly pursuing?

As the light flickered, Zhu Houcong's eyes gradually became darker.

The light flickered, and its figure gradually shattered into pieces in the Xiyuan Longevity Palace where all the people wished their holy king a long life.

……

"Are you happy——"

Looking down at the terrifying troll waving its arms and raising its coffin in the darkness under the eclipse.

Listening to the verses in Gao Lin's mouth made me feel slightly embarrassed.

Zhu Houcong determined the identity of the other party.

The tragic hero who fought for justice in six towns, but was defeated at Yubi City in his later years——

In the fifteenth year of Zhengde's reign, after he used the Datong Mutiny to massacre a large number of northern military leaders who had violated him openly and secretly, in order to appease these general families in the north, he gave them poems in order to commend their loyalty.

Now the inscribed poem is being recited over and over again by a descendant of the Gao family who summoned him, trying to appease the terrifying ghost and god in front of him who somehow used the opportunity of sacrifice to drag him into the ancient battlefield a thousand years ago.

And pray for blessings from the emperor of Ming Dynasty.

It seemed that he felt Zhu Houcong's arrival.

As the eclipse fades, light returns. Withered grass grows wildly on the bloody earth of this world.

On the ground, only the skeletons of sheep and soldiers were arranged neatly, still moving as they did in life, foraging and marching.

But as they felt the brighter daylight in the sky.

The soldiers of these six towns couldn't help but raise their withered heads and empty eyes and look up.

After a thousand years of death, let's see who broke the destined fate. ,

Tear apart this silent night that has been silent for thousands of years.

"Yu Wentai!"

Looking at the golden figure in the sky, a voice full of resentment and anger came from the black coffin.

As Zhu Houcong gradually brought his true body to this world.

The eclipse subsides and the sun returns to its true position.

The being in the black coffin raised his head, and darkness flowed around him so that the world could only see the outline of his body.

All information was buried in the thick darkness around him that was born of resentment and anger.

The figure in the black coffin, whom Zhu Houcong called Gao Huan, shouted.

His words were filled with anger towards his former enemies.

He stretched out his hand, and black ashes were entangled in his hand. In a moment, it turned into a black longge, which was held in his hand. He held the coffin with one hand, as if riding a chariot.

The other hand exerted force, struggling to throw the angry spear toward the sky where Zhu Houcong was.

With unyielding revenge!

"Have you been completely drowned in anger and lost your mind?"

Zhu Houcong's spirit body rose in the air, looking at the roaring and vengeful ghosts and gods incarnated as tragic heroes below. He turned sideways and grabbed the black Changge that was thrown towards him, and said lightly.

The black Changge in Zhu Houcong's hand melted and dissolved as quickly as a candle.

The golden flame in Zhu Houcong's hand also dissipated without a trace as the last bit of black ashes disappeared.

Gao Huan below was still roaring, and the skeleton soldiers from the six towns beside him also began to form formations to attack as Gao Huan woke up.

Gao Huan's throw just now seemed to be just a signal.

Along with that Chang Ge dissipated in Zhu Houcong's hand.

What followed was an overwhelming rain of spears from hundreds of thousands of Hu and Han elite soldiers in the six towns.

Facing the spears thrown all over the mountains and plains, Gao Lin below was rolling around like an unattractive lazy donkey, avoiding the attack of the two sword-wielding warrior skeletons beside him.

But he looked pale at the rain of spears above his head, knowing that once he was caught by those spears stained with black ashes, he would die without a burial place.

It would be okay if there were only one or two, Gao Lin would still have the confidence to avoid them.

But in the face of tens of thousands of spears, the first target of the spear attack is not himself.

But at present, it seems that the chance of escape is still 0.

Gao Lin was so cruel that he took out the Gao family's treasured book in his hand and tore out a page.

Immediately, this simple piece of paper turned into a golden light film and blocked it in front of Gao Lin.

This is the last resort used by the people of the Gao family to resist possible riots and accidents during the sacrifice process.

After all, according to the experience summed up by the Gao clan people over the years.

Although these heroic souls of the Gao family have no self-awareness, they are just more powerful ghosts with instincts that can respond to the sacrifices and prayers of the descendants of the Gao family.

But sometimes there are some special reasons.

There will be riots among these ghosts.

At this time, some special means are needed to buy time for the sacrificer so that his spirit body can safely exit.

but now--

Looking at the light mask in front of him that quickly dissipated like a bubble under the attack of many Yin soldiers from the Six Towns.

Feel the treasure book that shows no signs of leaving.

Gao Lin had a wry smile on his face.

The situation is a bit bad!

(End of this chapter)