The formation in the palace suddenly felt aroused, and countless lines shone with stars, like a virtual palace pressing towards Xin Haichen.

Xin Haichen was the most important figure in the imperial military. Of course, he knew how powerful this formation was. With a muffled groan, the soft armor hidden in his clothes suddenly increased and turned into a huge puppet, blocking the virtual palace.

Only countless dense sounds could be heard, and the puppet collapsed instantly, but it bought some time for Xin Haichen.

The knife intention that he left his arm was about to cut Jing Yao into two sections.

Concubine Hu stood in the side hall, looking at the picture over there, her face was pale, she didn't care about so much and wanted to reveal her tail, but was stopped by one hand.

I could only hear a soft sound.

The sword that Xin Haichen had been preparing for a long time finally fell down, but it did not fall on Jing Yao, but on a white dress.

The white dress was cut through a shallow hole by this knife.

Jing Jiu came to the venue at some point.

He reached out to hold Xin Haichen's throat and lifted it into the air.

Xin Haichen let out a depressed and angry howl, his breath was thriving. His hands were closed like a fan, and he wanted to smash the other party's head in the northern border of the Snow Country for many years. He has an unimaginable solid body and a powerful force as grand as a mountain. How could he allow himself to be lifted up like a chicken?

Jing Jiu did not dodge and let the opponent's hand fall.

There was only a loud bang that echoed in the hall.

Xin Haichen's hand fell on Jing Jiu's face, leaving no trace.

A spark burst out between Jing Jiu's right hand and the person's neck.

Rush it.

Xin Haichen's hands fell down weakly.

Immediately afterwards, his head fell down, jumped on the ground twice, and then got out far away.

Jing Jiu retracted his right hand, caught the falling hair rope in the air, tied his black hair behind him again, walked among the ministers, and came outside the hall.

The first morning light appeared in the east, and it fell on his face, extremely clear.

Countless depressing screams sounded.

The ministers all guessed his identity, and many people had already bowed down, either to the head of the sect or to the real person of Jingyang.

There were still many people who were not moved, standing still, looking at him with alert or horror.

Bai Zhenren's voice floated over from Yingtian Gate more than ten miles away.

"According to the rules of the Meihui, Qingshan Sect will not interfere in the affairs of the royal family. Even if you are really Jingyang, it's not possible, let alone you may just be a sword demon."

The ministers thought to themselves that even if Jing Jiu was the head of Qingshan or even the real person of Jingyang, how could he interfere with the inheritance of the throne?

Of course, according to the laws and regulations of the world, the Zhongzhou faction has no reason to interfere, but the practice world and Chaotian Continent finally implemented the rules of the Meihui.

Jing Jiu ignored Bai Zhenren and these ministers and said directly: "Read the will."

After the words came, Duke Lu came out of the minister and looked much older than usual.

When the ministers saw it was him, they were a little surprised, and they felt that it was reasonable that the minister His Majesty the God Emperor trusted the most was him, and it was natural that the will was in his hands.

Duke Lu took out the will and began to read it, and a slightly hoarse voice echoed in the quiet palace.

The content of the first half of the will is normal.

As expected by the world, His Majesty the Emperor of God was the chief prince Jingyao, Duke Lu, Prime Minister Cen and others were ministers of the reign of their lives.

Gu Qing was entrusted with important tasks in the will of the will and finally became the real imperial savant, which was also expected by people.

But when the will was read to the end, people realized that the most important thing was here.

Jingyang’s real person supervises the country!

What is even more shocking is that the will of His Majesty the Divine Emperor does not write about Jingyang’s real person, but... the emperor’s uncle Jingyang!

...

...

Countless shocked gazes fell on Jing Jiu.

If he was Jingyang Zhenren, then he was actually His Majesty’s uncle?

Jingyang Zhenren actually has such a close relationship with the royal family? Why hasn't anyone known about Chaotian Continent for hundreds of years?

Yes, everyone knows that it is a word for scenery.

The scenery, the scenery of the scenery, the shadows, the scenery of the Emperor of the Scenic, and the scenery of the Yang.

However... there are so many people in the world with the surname Jing, why is it just that word Jing?

The hall was quiet and no one spoke.

People looked at the man in white in front of the hall in shock, and then they understood why His Majesty the Emperor of God was so close to Aoyama Sect over the years. Some ministers even thought it was even longer. At the Mei Club 600 years ago, Aoyama Sect completely gave up its influence in Chaoge City to win the support of the Zhongzhou Sect. Is this also related to this?

Jingyang Zhenren was originally an elder of the royal family, so how could the Zhongzhou faction fundamentally control the imperial court?

Jing Yao stood not far from the throne. He listened to his father's will and was stunned for a while before he woke up. He subconsciously glanced at the side palace. Seeing his mother nodding, he became more awake and bowed to Jing Jiu: "Greetings to the emperor and uncle!"

Jing Jiu did not look back and said, "Sit in your position."

The position of His Majesty the Divine Emperor is naturally the throne.

Jing Yao took a deep breath, held the sword around his waist and walked towards the throne, his face no longer pale and his expression became more resolute.

After many years, there were still many military generals in the court who supported the Zhongzhou faction and Jing Xin. Even though Duke Lu read the will at this time, it seemed that the voice of Duke Lu was still lingering on the beam, many people still stood up and prepared to stop all this.

There were even two generals and several guards who were preparing to follow the example of Commander Xin Haichen, and even risking the danger of being suppressed by the imperial city formation, they wanted to kill Jing Yao here.

Prime Minister Cen and the ministers who were preparing to execute the imperial edict of the late emperor were extremely angry and wanted to take action.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the hall, looking at Yingtian Gate in the distance, without any movement.

There was a choking sound.

Jing Yao's right hand, which was supported by the hilt of the sword, was bounced away, and the sword broke out of the sheath!

A very cold sword light illuminated the dim palace!

Accompanied by the slight but extremely terrifying cutting sound, the sword light was traveling through the hall at an unimaginable speed, and could not be seen by the naked eye, only one arc light after another!

Rub, the generals and guards stopped in place, and then traces appeared like spider-webs on their bodies, and finally turned into blood clots all over the ground!

The cold sword light suddenly disappeared.

I heard another chorus.

The sword had returned to the scabbard beside Jing Yao's waist.

...

...

In just an instant, the generals and guards with bad intentions and amazing combat power turned into pieces of meat on the ground.

Looking at the gradually soaking blood, some ministers retreated in horror, some ministers were thinking, and more people looked directly at Jing Jiu.

Everyone knows that the sword comes from the scabbard on Prince Jing Yao’s waist, but he is the real sword-drawer!

What kind of sword is that it is so terrifying that it kills people invisibly, and it has no intention of killing, coldly as if it is not a human being.

And no matter how high the sword is, what level does the sword drawer need to kill so many powerful people in an instant?

The entire world of practice and even the upper class of Chaotian Continent know that Jing Jiu is the youngest powerful person in the history of practice. The question is whether there is such a powerful first realm of the sea?

Even if you are really Jingyang Real Person... Jingyang Real Person could not be so powerful when he broke through the sea first realm!

"Is this Nanji's Chuzi Sword?" Bai Zhenren's voice floated over from Yingtianmen, more than ten miles away.

Jing Jiu corrected: "This is my Chuzi sword."

Countless years ago, when Daoyuan was dying, he used the Qingshan Sword Formation to slash Nanji's Dao Shu, seized the Chuzi Sword, and gave his favorite disciple Sun Jingyang.

Since then, Chuzi Jian has been in Jingyang's hands.

More than 600 years ago, when he used this sword to kill all over the country with Taiping, Liu Ci, Yuan Qi Whale, Corpse Dog, and Demon Chicken in the Qingshan Mountains.

When he and Taiping destroyed the Xuanyin Sect’s ancestral altar, he still used this sword.

It was not until more than three hundred years ago that his former Divine Emperor pretended to die and escaped into Guocheng Temple to become a monk. The Divine Emperor reluctantly succeeded to the throne. In order to appease his nephew, he gave him Chuzi Jian as a gift.

Three hundred years later, the Divine Emperor lent the Chuzi Sword to Zhao Layue and killed Luo Huainan. He was buried under a tree by Liu Shisui, which indirectly led to the death of the Western Prince Sun and the destruction of Yuntai.

Later, Chuzi Jian was transferred to the Xihai Sword Sect during the winter, resulting in the destruction of the Xihai Sword Sect.

Finally, the sword returned to Qingshan and Jing Jiu's hands.

A few years ago, the Divine Emperor appointed Jing Yao as the crown prince. He used the Chuzi sword as a gift and sent it to the palace again.

Chuzi Jian’s experience is extremely bizarre. I don’t know how many tricks I have transferred over the past thousand years. Moreover, those who have owned him and the sects have no good ending in the end, and they look quite ominous.

Jing Jiu didn't think so, because those who were unlucky were his enemies, and just like he said to Bai Zhenren.

This was his sword.

It was even the longest sword he used.
To be continued...