"Crown brother..."

The official who was watching the message bowed and retreated, and Gan Shantu, who was standing outside the monument, couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

The Great Zhou is no longer the Great Zhou of the past.

Since that great turmoil, the royal family has withered at a speed visible to the naked eye and has long been unable to convince the world. For nearly ten thousand years, if it weren't for the foster father's charge, he would have been replaced by "Dafeng".

The emperor has long lost his former honor.

However, seeing this with your own eyes, Gan Shantu still felt a hint of sadness in his heart.

Even though he is as strong as Taizu, his descendants will be able to let the mermaid meat...

"It seems that this is the price."

There was no trouble in Yang Yu's heart, and he had already expected this scene.

Whether it is Gan Cang, the thirty-six honors, or the kings and princes of all walks of life, I no longer care about who the emperor is, and I only need a totem.

The reputation of Emperor Tianyu has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even the heroes of all walks of life are afraid.

But the bloodline of the Great Zhou Taizu was not cut off, and even before, there was more than "Qi" alone.

When he decided to practice spiritual form, he was destined to be replaced.

but……

‘My current identity is the emperor of the Great Weekend. This prince is afraid that he will not even have the chance to be a king of a country that will be destroyed…’

After a change of thought, Yang Yu immediately stood up.

Gan Shantu's mind was subtle, and his tone was inevitably a little more pity: "Your Majesty, will you continue?"

"No."

Yang Yuzi would not be touched, nor would he care about the strange gazes around him. After shaking his head slightly, he found a place to shade and sit cross-legged.

The foundation of the Great Zhou royal family for more than 100,000 years has been lost before and after the chaos. There are many traces of incompleteness and rubbing in this stele forest.

But the only thing left was enough to make him have a rough impression of the spiritual practice, the current situation in the world, and even the changes and evolution of the Xuanhuang Realm for millions of years.

The revival of the spiritual tide in Xuanhuang Realm is still before the Longquan Realm, and the inheritance has never been cut off for millions of years. There are truly strong people like clouds, and the four-tribulation spiritual appearance has never been missing. The name of the Venerable will be born from generation to generation.

And the reason why this world is different from the world is that...

"Xuanhuang..."

Yang Yu raised his eyes and stared at him, and a brilliant and mysterious yellow color suddenly appeared in the golden spirit's eyes.

There is no strange color in the eyes.

And the source of all this mysterious and yellow aura is the tree that exists between reality and reality, which is so majestic that it is indescribable.

This tree carries the world, but has never been rooted in the world. Its branches linger on ten days, but the stars and roots seem to penetrate the sea of ​​stars, absorbing the endless vast sea of ​​chaos.

"World Tree!"

If you cannot see the eyes or touch it, but if you think about it, all sentient beings can see it!

The Xuanhuang World Tree is the highest and most respected belief in Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth. Whether it is the Nest of Ten Thousand Dragons, the Thousand Buddhas, the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth, or the ancient gods and Buddhas, it is impossible to compare with this world.

Countless people worshipped for countless years, and regarded them as the tree of creation and the mother of heaven and earth.

"The root of Xuanhuang, the mother's energy of all things!"

After staring for a moment, Yang Yu took a deep breath, sucked a wisp of mysterious yellow breath that made people's stomachs and entered his eyes.

Close your eyes and enter into meditation.

Buzz!

In the next moment, a craze seemed to surge in the sea of ​​heart.

In a bright yellow light, the picture of Ten Thousand Immortals slowly emerged. The original body of this Xuantian Spirit Treasure had long been integrated into the Longquan Heaven and Earth, but its shape and shadow had long been integrated into his mind.

At this moment, the catalogue slowly spread out, and all kinds of information rolled into it like a torrent.

Ancient history, legends, Taoist arts, spiritual phenomena, formations, true spiritual maps...

In just a moment, the information recorded by Yang Yu traveling through various stele forests in half a year has been sorted out.

In the end, removing the coarseness and extracting essence, leaving only the most core spiritual mystery.

There are many excellent pictures in the real spirit maps in the Dainian Library, and the highest is even the true spirit map of the Earth level. It is a picture that a powerful person who achieved the four-tribulation spiritual image more than 100,000 years ago witnessed the "Shadow of the Candle Dragon" deep in the sea of ​​law and realized it.

But Yang Yu just wrote it down casually.

After passing through the three realms, with his current state of cultivation, even if he has not yet practiced the spiritual form, he can create his own true spiritual map.

The first step in spiritual appearance is visualization.

The more real the object of this visualization, the easier it is to break the disaster. This is why the True Spirit Picture is sought after by people. After all, everyone can see the mountains, rivers, rivers, sun, moon, stars, but few people can see the whole picture.

But without the true spiritual map, you can still practice spiritual appearance, visualize, and visualize. Even if you have no observation, you can still imagine it!

Buzz!

As Yang Yu's thoughts changed, the mysterious and yellow aura shone brightly in his heart, as if it was ignited by a fire.

Woo ~

One strand, one strand after another.

Yu Yang's will is so strong that what he thinks can come true. Soon, his heart is filled with mysterious yellow colors.

Then, under the influence and interference of his powerful will, these strands of mysterious yellow energy intertwined and flowed, like signs of entering the cave heaven and opening up, and like the prototype of the formation catalog.

Zheng!

At a certain moment, a sword sound flashed in the sea of ​​heart, and a divine sharp edge suddenly arrived, sank into the Xuanhuang aura, and penetrated horizontally into a corner.

But it is the ancient sword of Zhuxian.

"call!"

"Suck!"

...

...

The city is open on all sides, and the imperial city sits north.

Streets that can accommodate 16 horses are divided into southeast, west and north, and divide the world's majestic city into urban areas.

It was early spring and the weather was still cold, but the streets and alleys were filled with people and were extremely lively and prosperous.

Guanjiang Building is on the ninth floor, and the crowds are filled with people.

In a private room, Fang Silong looked up at the railing, overlooking the city streets, with a complex feeling surging in his eyes:

"The last prosperous scene!"

This scene in front of him is nothing but him, and it is really worth noting.

Because the Great Zhou Emperor Capital has always been prosperous, it can even be said to be the most declining time in recent thousands of years.

But only he knows.

This scene is extremely precious.

Because, in less than a hundred years, the last peaceful place of Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth, Chixin Shenzhou will usher in huge turmoil.

Later, the chaotic world that Emperor Tianyu cut down thousands of mountains, filled the sea of ​​evil, suppressed all kinds of evil spirits, swept across the eight desolates and six unions, came again.

Storm the world at a speed that anyone imagines

Even beyond the sky!

‘I’m back, but what?’

Standing quietly in front of the window, Fang Silong felt a moment of confusion, but soon, he calmed down.

He tilted his ears slightly, and with his supernatural powers, he could even listen to the imperial city and the discussions about the crown prince between the court and the public.

as well as,

It's neither high nor low, but it's like a drum beat.

"Um?!"

Fang Silong was shocked, and he quickly turned around and bowed respectfully:

"Father!"

Sifanghou walked slowly into the box, and the invisible aura spread the father and son, his eyes were majestic and cold:
Chapter completed!