Signing Into Immortal Martial World

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The red sun is rising, and its way is bright.

A dangerous situation in which a dynasty is overturned, a big plan to destroy Zhou and dragons, a lurking hero...

Past events, family and country grievances.

All are buried in the breeze and bright moon, in the gleam of the morning sun.

I have to say that this is surprising.

Obviously, the curtain was opened, and the show was on.

The secular dynasty confronted the six sacred places, setting off a beacon in the world.

Since then, swordsmen and soldiers have been plagued with disasters, and millions of corpses have fallen in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, all kinds of important figures have not yet appeared.

A "no name pawn" on the stage struck over with his fist, messing up his original direction.

When Wu'anhou faced Zhao Mu and knew that the defeat was set, he was probably in such a mood.

The other party should have filled in the seal of the Nine Dragons, like the emperor Zhou and the other princes, to nurture the emperor's dragon spirit.

However, relying on a pair of unreasonable fists, he bludgeoned and killed those who stood in the way, breaking the situation forcefully.

Thirty years of deliberate plans were wasted!

"So, as long as you make a fist, let the world's thousands of conspiracies and all kinds of calculations, you can crush it."

"Only by holding the power can the six sacred places and family members be wiped out in one fell swoop, so that I can feel safe."

Zhao Mu's expression was faint, his eyes deep, and he affirmed:

"Uncle Emperor, you are right."

"This world is evil and dangerous. If you don't fight, you will die."

After thinking through his heart, he couldn't help but pull a smile at the corner of his mouth.

At first, I obviously only wanted to travel the world and travel alone.

Before I knew it, I got to this point.

The majestic imperial city covering more than three hundred miles is empty, high and silent.

He wore a black gold python robe and walked slowly after holding his hands.

Zhao Mu did not go to the Chui Gong Hall where the emperor discussed politics, nor did he go to the imperial study room where he reviewed the memorials.

Instead, head to Nanxunden, which is located in the southwest.

The seal of Nine Dragons suspended in the air seemed to be attracted and suddenly shrunk.

It turned into a stream of light and flew into his sleeve robe.

"Brother Emperor! Wait for me!"

Zhao Yuansi disregarded other sights and followed closely.

Those civil and military courtiers who survived have complex complexions, looking at the distant back, they don't know what to do.

Overnight, the world turned upside down.

The emperor dies, all the princes...

It seems that only the tenth prince Zhao Mu, who was killed by Hengkong, and his brother Zhao Yuan, the eleventh prince, are the only candidates who can inherit the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

"A group of dragons without a leader will be in chaos!"

An official from Zhongshu Province shook his head and sighed.

"It's better to count the casualties and see if the three males are killed, how about the left and right? Then the clan will be invited to preside over the overall situation."

Said the **** of the twelfth prison of the inner court.

"It can only be so."

After going through this great change, everyone has not slowed down.

The fierce flames of the six demon gates, the suddenly rebellious Marquis Wu'an... and martial arts, turning his palms to suppress all the ten princes.

You sang it as if I appeared on the stage, making these helpless audiences stunned.

"Who would have thought that the ten princes would be the one who laughed last."

The civil and military courtiers who looked at each other couldn't help but feel complicated.

The young majesty who has been imprisoned in Lenggong for fifteen years, has a martial arts mastery through the heavens and the earth.

If it were to succeed to the throne, the Great Zhou Dynasty might be in chaos in the future.

Since ancient times, the emperor is ambitious and enterprising, which is not a blessing.

In the history books, are there few dynasties that have been militant, conquered, and abused the power of the people?

The emperor of martial arts... I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

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Nanxun Hall is an independent courtyard with five rooms wide, with yellow glazed tiles on the top of the mountain with a single eave, which is quite majestic.

Here is the place where the portraits of the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty are enshrined.

There are vermilion lacquered wood pavilions in the Ming and the second halls.

The portraits on each axis are wrapped in a yellow cloud satin jacket, packed in a wooden small box, and placed in the pavilion.

The east room is a portrait of queens of the past dynasties.

"Don't you ask me why I suddenly became a master of martial arts?"

Zhao Mu walked into the Nanxun Hall and looked at the portraits of Taizu and Taizong.

"Brother Emperor is the real dragon in the world who is cherished by luck. He is blessed and has his own adventures!"

Zhao Yuan smiled, his little face full of seriousness.

"Don't talk about becoming a martial arts master, even if you ascend day by day and become holy on the ground, that's a matter of course."

Zhao Mu laughed dumbly, bending his fingers and flicking his brother's forehead.

"Who taught you to talk like this! No way!"

Zhao Yuan rubbed his head, just smiled.

The emperor brother, who had originally felt strange, became kind again.

"What will the emperor do next?"

Zhao Mu was silent for a while, and did not answer immediately.

The seal of Nine Dragons absorbs the vitality and emperor dragon aura of the three generations of the imperial clan of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The imprint of the Yuan Emperor's spirit that had existed ten thousand years ago has been completely wiped out, and it has become a thing of no owner.

If he is willing, the position of the emperor, the emperor's dragon, the two things that Wu'an Hou has sought in his life, are at his fingertips.

"Ohara."

Zhao Mu thought to himself.

"Well, please say Brother Huang."

Zhao Yuan looked at the black gold python robe, thinking that it was obviously the most inferior prince's dress, worn on the emperor's brother, but it was so imposing.

"Do you want to be the emperor?"

Zhao Mu asked lightly.

Frankly speaking.

He wanted to sacrifice everything for many people and abandon all the ninety five supreme positions, and didn't have much interest.

To make a fist is to hold power.

No matter how high the status is, can it be compared to the six sacred places that dominate the world?

Power can't let himself get rid of the constraints and sweep away the family's influence.

But if you reach the peak of martial arts, there is that possibility.

"Brother Emperor..."

This question was as if a thunderbolt hit Zhao Yuan.

There was a rare trace of panic on that feminine and handsome face, like a frightened young deer.

He couldn't help thinking of those father, son and brothers who fought for the throne of the nine-five throne and turned against each other.

Brothers and feet are crippled, the swords meet... all kinds of tragedies flashed by in an instant.

"I never thought of it like this! Brother Huang, I will never... never fight with you, I don't want to be the emperor!"

The more feminine-looking eleventh prince thought, the more panic he became, his emotions suddenly agitated.

He squeezed the sleeves of the black and gold python robes tightly, for fear of being thrown away.

"Why are you so nervous? I just asked casually, without a tentative mind."

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Zhao Mu said helplessly.

"Both brothers, there are not so many taboos."

"If you want to sit on that dragon chair, the emperor will lift you up, presumably the courtiers dare not have any comments."

"It's just that I have to remind you that the situation of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not good now."

"The six sacred places are eyeing, this time I failed, and I will come again next time."

"If you want to be the emperor, then you will face the successive assassinations, the aim of the family's clan..."

Zhao Yuan didn't seem to listen at all, holding a corner of Zhao Mu's sleeve robe, shook his head and said:

"I just want to watch the emperor's brother ascend to the throne for the Ninth Five-Year Plan, rule the world, and create a flourishing dynasty!"

"If it is possible, I am willing to open up the territory for the emperor brother, and smooth the countries! Whatever the big Zhou Bingfeng pointed out, all surrender!"

Zhao Mu froze for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"That's good! The emperor will give you a hereditary dispensation, and see the emperor without worshipping the king!"

He patted Zhao Yuan on the shoulder and made a promise.

Since my younger brother doesn't have the mind~www.NovelMTL.com~, he can only take on this important task.

The six sacred places, aristocratic family...Wu Anhou has any trump cards to be confident that he can fight against such a behemoth.

Zhao Mu's heart moved slightly, and the seal of Nine Dragons in his sleeves fell into his palm.

Before he died, Zhao Kai said that there was a secret of Yuan Huang hidden in it.

What is the one-ninth era book?

In this Nanxun Hall, in front of the portraits of Taizu and Taizong, in front of his younger brother Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Mu clenched the seal of the Nine Dragons, and his mind burst into it.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

As if heaven and earth were opened up, an invisible space was slowly revealed.