Chapter 1846 Assassin

The princes from all over the world, the major royal families, all gathered in the Foreign Spirit King City today, with only one purpose, to celebrate the succession of the new generation of Emperor Yong, and there are lively scenes everywhere.

On the wide street, from time to time, a super strong man with a deep aura walked by. Standing in front of Sanctuary Jiuzhong, he couldn't help shivering. He had obviously reached the level of a great saint.

In normal times, this kind of strength is almost unstoppable in the world, but at this moment, here, no one dares to be presumptuous. The new Emperor Yong will calm the world, unify the spirit race, countless strong men will surrender, and thousands of races will come to court. I don't know, in any inn or shop, there may be an ancient sage that everyone fears.

"This new Yonghuang is really a man of God. The previous generation of Yonghuang was injured by the collusion between the Spirit Emperor and the Star Emperor. He was born out of nowhere. He not only defeated the other party's conspiracy, but also brought the gods from heaven to the world. The immortal envoys were all killed in one fell swoop, laying the foundation for invincibility..."

On the street, a storyteller, holding a folding fan, vividly.

"Isn't that right? A month ago, during the royal city battle, I could see clearly that Emperor Yong was only at the level of a great sage at the time, so he had no way to intervene. It was an unknown ancient sage who killed the immortal envoy!"

A passerby asked.

The war has only been over a month or so, and what many people saw with their own eyes was completely different from what the storyteller said.

The former has been promoting the merits of Emperor Xinyong, but in fact, everyone who saw that battle understood that the biggest hero was not him, but an ancient sage who had never appeared before.

"That unknown ancient sage, do you know who it is?" Seeing his questioning, the storyteller looked over with a smile.

"I do not know!"

Passers-by shook their heads, and the faces of other people around were also full of confusion.

"That person didn't say his name, and he hasn't appeared since that day. Do you know who it is?"

one asked.

Everyone looked at it together.

The entire Wangcheng was full of doubts about that mysterious master, and wanted to know where it turned out to be.

"Of course I know!"

Seeing that everyone's appetites were lifted, the storyteller smiled, stroked his beard, and kept tapping the gong that was turned backwards in front of him with his fingers.

"Say it!"

A fat figure wearing a bamboo hat flicked his wrist, and a few coins fell into it, making a sound of "clang!".

Seeing the money, the storyteller's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put the Dayong coins into his sleeves, then shook the folding fan again, smiled softly, and lowered his voice: "It is said that this mysterious ancient sage is the personal heir of His Majesty Yonghuang. Teacher, a hermit master, His Majesty Yonghuang, it was because of his cultivation that he achieved such an achievement, turned out to be born, and calmed the world in one fell swoop! Not only that, I heard that this person also tamed the ancient sage Huoxu and made him become Beast pets made the ancient sage Mo Ling submit to him, so His Majesty won the support of the two..."

"Your Majesty's teacher?"

"Is this bragging? His Majesty Yonghuang has received the inheritance of the previous generation of Yonghuang. Could it be that his mentor is not the previous generation of Yonghuang?"

Some people questioned.

"Of course not. The previous generation of Yonghuang was very powerful and admired by countless people, but he is not qualified to be the teacher of the new Yonghuang! I also heard that... the old Yonghuang, when he saw his teacher, he would bow down. Call me Master!"

Storytelling is humane.

"Old Yonghuang called you young master? The more you brag, the more powerful you are! Could it be that Yonghuang's teacher is a god?"

The fat figure wearing a bamboo hat sneered.

"Naturally, it is a god. If it is not a god, how can you easily kill the fairy envoy from heaven?" , have this kind of power?"

Everyone is dumb.

The immortal envoys of the heavens, just by listening to their names, knew that they were the symbol of invincibility. With their own strength, there were only two legendary envoys who killed them for tens of thousands of years.

The ancient sage who suddenly appeared now killed him easily. If he was not a god, it would be unbelievable.

"His Majesty Yonghuang is the direct descendant of the gods,

Only in this way can we inherit the great order, be ordered by the heavens, and let all races come to congratulate us. This is a blessing for my lineage of the Spirit Race, and it is also something we are proud of! "

The more the storyteller spoke, the more excited he became.

"Yes, it is my honor to be in the same generation as Emperor Yong!"

"Our Spirit Race will become stronger and stronger in the future..."

"God help my family..."

...

Everyone is full of excitement.

"Hmph! What kind of gods, I think they are demagogues, deliberately trying to fool people with divine powers..."

The fat man in the cloak twitched his mouth and was about to continue talking when he felt a tightness behind him and was pulled.

Frowning, she turned her head and saw a tall and thin woman in a coir raincoat: "Go back!"

"I'm here to inquire about news, not for food..."

Dazed for a moment, the fat man stuffed a lump of meat into his mouth, and was about to say something when he heard the woman's cold voice: "Senior Sister asked me to call you back, if you don't listen, you can stay here!"

"..."

Shivering for a moment, Fatty Wanru immediately changed his face: "Haha, what are you talking about? Senior Sister told me, how dare I refuse to obey, hurry up, don't make Senior Sister wait in a hurry..."

Too lazy to talk nonsense, the woman led the way first, the two turned a few times, came to a small courtyard, opened the door and walked in.

After a while, he came to a closed room, and the surrounding area was sealed by special means, so that no sound or even spiritual consciousness could be transmitted.

There are a few people sitting in the room, and they don't look like Foreign Spirit Race, but Human Race.

"Hehe, I'm going out to inquire about news..."

Seeing the woman in the middle with furrowed eyebrows, with Xiao Sha in her eyes, the fat man scratched his head in embarrassment.

"What news have you heard? Why don't you tell me..."

The young man on one side smiled slightly. Behind him was a long gun leaning against the wall. The gun glowed faintly with a cold light.

"This... the new Yonghuang is indeed a talent. Not only has he pacified the world, but he has also created a gimmick of divine power, which has been spread by storytellers. Now almost everyone in Wangcheng, and even the entire Foreign Spirit Race, thinks that he He is the Son of Destiny sent by the gods to save the people, everyone admires him!"

After thinking about it, the fat man said.

"I've also heard about this matter. The new Emperor Yong is a talent, and he is a lineage of foreign spirits. Under his leadership, he will definitely be more brilliant, and the human race may be in crisis!"

The young man also frowned, and turned to look at the woman in the middle: "Senior sister, what should we do now?"

"The new Emperor Yong has just succeeded to the throne. If he wants to win everyone's heart, he will naturally need all kinds of publicity. It is normal to make such a momentum!"

The woman in the middle tapped her fingers on the table, her eyebrows frowned, and after a while: "However, what Zheng Yang said is right, let it go on, the spirit race will be completely unified, and the human race will indeed be in danger, so... we have to act first. ! Take advantage of his succession ceremony and when there is chaos, assassinate him!"

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