Chapter 1157 How to Prove It? (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

"Wow!"

A large pot of black dog blood was quickly splashed on the fake emperor's head and face.

"Be honest! Go!"

The imperial guards quickly tied him up and escorted him out.

Soon, they pushed the fake emperor out of Miyagi, and beheaded him at Meridian Gate.

The fake emperor that was engraved by the door seemed to be restricted by certain rules. Facing these mortal guards, the whole city had no power to resist.

Whether it is the route of escort or the whole action, they are exactly the same as the emperor just now.

The fake emperor was pushed into the field, the executioner strode forward, and the ghost knife was raised high...

"puff!"

The light of the knife flashed away, and a big head fell to the ground, and rolled away several feet away.

And from the false emperor's chest, a spring of hot blood gushed out, splashing all over the place in an instant.

Pei Ling immediately felt that the extremely terrifying pulling force in the silk thread disappeared instantly.

The next moment, another steady stream of power came from the silk thread.

The system continued to plunder the emperor's fate.

The emperor frowned, he was targeting the curse ghost body just now.

What is solved now is just a replica of himself.

Moreover, he got nothing!

In the hall, all the mortals came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream, but it was as if nothing had happened just now.

"Your Majesty! Look at my concubine..."

"Your Majesty, this concubine will sing you a little song..."

"Your majesty, this concubine's body and mind hurt...if you don't believe me touch it..."

"Your majesty, this concubine is dizzy... Your majesty, let me rely on you..."

Among the veils, Ruan Xilu and other concubines once again began to invite pets and flattery as if no one else was around.

But at this moment, many ministers and workers exchanged glances with each other, full of worries.

With so many identical emperors gathered together, if the stalemate continues, the world will surely be in chaos!

After thinking for a while, the old grand master stepped out and cupped his hands, and cautiously proposed: "Everyone... Your Majesty, the ministers are so dull that they can't tell who is the Ninth Five-Year King of the Kingdom."

"Dare to ask the emperors, what proof do you have to prove yourself?"

The emperor watched Pei Ling in the veil calmly, without speaking.

The surrounding officials suddenly faded away like paintings washed by rain, and then disappeared; then, the empress dowager, empress, and concubines faded away; the emperor's heirs faded away; palace people and guards faded away...

The magnificent hall fades away...

Miyagi fades away...

The whole world fades away...

In an instant, the surroundings of the emperor turned into a vast chaos, leaving only him and Pei Ling.

The two stepped into the chaos and faced each other from a distance.

Behind them, bloody silk threads criss-crossed and densely packed like spider webs... extending into the void.

Somewhere in the void that cannot be seen by the eyes, in the dark, they are connected to each other.

These life-suppressing soul lines are the fate that connects the two.

The emperor raised his hand and patted Pei Ling on the head.

The palm wind is harsh, seemingly ordinary, but the aura is extremely terrifying.

As the gang wind howled, all the vigor gathered together and turned into a giant palm that covered the sky and the sun, appearing in the void, and roaring towards Pei Ling.

The five fingers of the palm are spread out, so huge that it almost fills the chaos.

At this moment, in the void in front of Pei Ling, a slender arm emerged, and with a light swipe forward, a condensed blood-colored saber aura burst out, roaring fiercely, and the saber intent was unparalleled. The violent momentum blasted towards the palm of his hand.

clang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the sword qi and palm shattered at the same time.

The emperor's face did not change, but his whole body became colder and colder. Gray-black frost and snow fluttered one after another, treacherous, violent, ferocious, brutal...continuously dispersed.

The next moment, statues of gods emerged from the chaos, and their aura was no different from the aura that the emperor was spreading at this moment.

After these idols appeared, they shot one after another without any hesitation.

The river of blood is surging, suddenly emerging from the chaos, and countless grievances and ghosts are floating in it, screaming and wailing; severed fingers and arms are splashed like rain, and among the rain of blood, a bewitching female ghost is looming and screaming. Laughing; there are countless baby palms climbing chaos, the little blood-colored palms continue to extend and extend again, and the moment is already close.

"Woo..."

In the whistling sound like a ghost crying, the fist shadows overlapped, like countless ghost shadows.

One after another, ferocious and vicious faces flashed alternately in the chaos, all of them were bleeding from the seven orifices, and the yin energy was as thick as substance.

The attacks were overwhelming, but when all means were about to fall on Pei Ling, a huge and majestic portal suddenly appeared above his head.

This portal has thousands of skulls as the foundation stone, mountain-like skulls as pillars, and a gable-like roof with double eaves. A huge skull is located on the main eaves, cold and hideous.

The huge portal is grand and majestic, with a faint aura of "curse".

Boom boom boom...

The attack, like a violent storm, fell on Pei Ling's body without any time left, without touching him at all.

At the critical moment, all the statues forcibly reversed their attacks to avoid hurting Pei Ling.

Immediately, they all stopped, suspended in the air, and looked at Pei Ling and the emperor hesitantly.

The emperor's expression was solemn, among his avatars, it was impossible to tell which one was the real one and which one was the fake one!

At this time, a huge suction force came from that portal.

The hatred of many god statues was all absorbed by the portal.

The emperor said lightly: "Reverse!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the attacks of the gods were reversed, and then the gods disappeared into the void one by one, as if the emperor had never summoned them.

It's just that the hatred swallowed by the door cannot be taken back.

The emperor stood in the air, looking into Pei Ling's eyes, with a sense of sadness in his astonishment, as if he recalled something.

Contrasting the fake with the real, stealing the sky for the day...

The [Eclipse Secret Record] cast by the curse ghost reminded him of the previous "curse"!

This is the world of "curse", and the opponent is protected by the rules of "curse". Right now, his own strength has just begun to recover, and he can't solve the opponent.

If you want to escape from the cage set by the "curse", you can only change your target...

Thinking of this, the emperor had a thought, and the surrounding chaos gradually recovered.

The capital was condensed as before, the imperial palace appeared, the gorgeous palace appeared, and the furnishings in the hall were solidified one by one... Then came the empress dowager, empress, concubines, emperor's heirs, and officials...

Pei Ling sat back in his original seat, Ruan Xilu and other concubines were still surrounded by him, the warm and fragrant nephrite clinging tightly to his body, the fragrance of powder was rubbed close to his ears and temples, the tulle curtain was drooping, and the tent was full of spring , The ministers outside the account were at a loss.

Everything is exactly the same as before.

At this time, the ministers were chattering: "Why don't you ask the emperor to tell you about your childhood, and let the empress dowager confirm with the grand master?"

"The minister asked to see His Majesty the day before yesterday, and had a long conversation in front of the emperor, and asked the real emperor to tell the content of the conversation at that time."

"The emperor gave his ministers a secret edict last year. Dare to ask the emperor, what does the secret edict say? What month and day and who gave it to the humble minister?"