Chapter 618 The Desperate Emperor!

Beijing, Imperial Palace.

In the Imperial Study.

The dim candlelight illuminates the room, which is antique and decorated with rare treasures. However, at this moment, the dark red tables and chairs, together with the candlelight, suppress the atmosphere to the extreme.

Behind the desk, next to the candlelight.

There are several empty wine jars.

The strong aroma of wine permeates the entire Imperial Study.

A figure hides behind the shadow, leaning on the dragon-carved red chair, staring blankly at the beam above, and the entire study falls into a dead silence.

At this moment, Ji Wenhao is no longer as irritable and angry as before, nor as confident as before. At this moment, after learning the news of the tragic defeat in the Battle of Yuezhou.

He fell into complete silence.

Ji Wenhao clearly knows what this battle means.

For this battle, he did not hesitate to invite back the Grand Master Wen Tianzhong who had been in charge of Tianyuan for hundreds of years, and invited the Sumeru Bodhisattva of Buddhism, and also contacted the Wushen Temple in the southern border.

Gathering three powerful human immortals is to completely kill the threat of Jiang Che.

If this battle can be won, the court can breathe a sigh of relief, or even just settle down, giving him enough time to prepare his own plan, but. God does not fulfill people's wishes.

Even though he spent countless efforts to lay a dead end, he was still broken by the traitor Jiang Che.

More importantly, Grand Master Wen also died in Yuezhou!

This is the biggest blow to Ji Wenhao!

Who is Grand Master Wen?

He is the Lord of Tianyuan, the only human immortal in the court now, and his greatest reliance. Since the death of the God King Ji Chengdao, he can rely on and the only top powerhouse he can trust is Wen Tianzhong.

But now, the other party has died in Yuezhou.

This was not only a huge blow to him, but also a great blow to the entire court.

He knew that as the news of this battle spread throughout the world, the foundation of the court's rule over the world was completely destroyed. From then on, all forces would feel that the court would inevitably end without the suppression of top powerhouses.

Once such an atmosphere formed a trend, he would no longer be able to turn the tide.

The most optimistic idea now was that the three states in the southern region would submit to Jiang Che, and if one thought pessimistically, how long the court could exist would also become an unknown.

After all, Jiang Che's trend was already established.

With the brilliant record of killing two human immortals, who in the states of the world could stop him? Who else dared to stop such a peerless killer?

This was an existence that could even kill human immortals.

Even Ji Wenhao was greatly frightened of Jiang Che at this moment.

He really couldn't imagine how Jiang Che could grow so fast. In just a few years, he actually made a stable dynasty shaky.

"Could it be that God really wants to destroy my Great Zhou? Does God want to destroy Ji Wenhao?"

This is the truest portrayal of Ji Wenhao's heart at this moment.

All his confidence was successfully destroyed by Jiang Che.

Not to mention that his plan failed, even if he could really become a saint, he could only match a powerful human immortal after losing the dragon vein of the dynasty.

The key is that he can't last long.

How can he fight Jiang Che to death?

In short, Ji Wenhao's mentality is basically broken at this moment.

Although the Great Zhou Dynasty he took over was troubled by internal and external troubles, it was stable after all. As a result, it has now been turned into such a mess by him, almost like a country that is about to perish.

"Uncle, am I really a piece of mud that can't be helped?"

"National Master, is it really that I am looked down upon by you?"

Ji Wenhao whispered to himself in two voices, and had a strong doubt about himself.

If the Great Zhou really died in his hands, how could he face the ancestors of all generations after his death?

"If your majesty can't stand up because of setbacks, it's really not worth Yao Yue's special look. If Ji Chengdao were here, he would really think that your majesty is a hopeless case."

In the quiet imperial study, a vicissitudes of life voice suddenly came out, and the void was rippled. A figure in a yellow robe slowly emerged and responded to Ji Wenhao's question.

And his identity is the ancestor of the royal clan who appeared before, the peak of the saint, Ji Nantian.

Ji Wenhao turned around and laughed at himself:

"The Grand Master fell, the Heaven Devourer fell, Xumilu was defeated and escaped, and the three human immortals couldn't take down Jiang Che. Even if I have great ambitions, what's the use?

I understand what my uncle means, but my Great Zhou has finally reached its end, and the court can no longer stop the Jiang thief."

"So, Your Majesty is ready to give up on yourself, and wait until Jiang Che breaks into Zhongzhou, then hang yourself, leaving a final dignity for yourself and the Great Zhou?"

Ji Nantian looked indifferent, looking directly at the dejected Ji Wenhao and questioned.

And Ji Wenhao was silent.

Silence is not agreement, but he has his own considerations. If that day really comes, he will not commit suicide, nor will he surrender the city, but will lead his troops.

Fight to the death with Jiang Che and die on the way to suppress the thieves.

Ji Nantian stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the dark sky outside the study and said:

"I already know what your majesty has done, sacrificing the blood of the people in an attempt to break the shackles and achieve the holy realm."

Ji Wenhao was stunned for a moment, then thought it didn't matter.

Even if he tried hard, he could not prevent the overthrow of the imperial court. Even if he was discovered by his uncle, it would only be an extra layer of tyrant's robes for himself.

Ji Wenhao no longer cares at this moment.

"What does your uncle think of my behavior?"

After a few breaths of silence, Ji Wenhao was originally waiting for his uncle's rebuke, but when he waited and waited, it didn't come, and he immediately opened his mouth to break the silence between the two.

Ji Nantian looked solemn: "If it were before, I would definitely join forces with the patron god king Wen Taishi and others to destroy you. Such a fatuous tyrant is not suitable to be the emperor.

But now is an extraordinary time. The patron king heard that the Grand Master has fallen one after another, and the court has reached a precarious stage. You can use all means to preserve the country of my surname Ji.

I am very pleased about this. They are just ordinary people. If they die, they will die. It is their greatest honor to be able to make their own contribution to our Ji family. "

Ji Nantian's tone was very indifferent, as if he was just talking about something trivial.

Ji Wenhao smiled when he heard this. This imperial uncle, who he rarely interacted with on weekdays, was very suitable to his liking. Yes, he was just an ordinary person.

It was their honor to die for the Ji family.

Even if millions or even tens of millions of people die, as long as the Zhou Dynasty is still there, it will be worth it.

Unfortunately, it's too late now. "Uncle, let's take the treasures accumulated by the imperial court and those talented children named Ji. Let's stay anonymous for hundreds of years and then look for opportunities to rebuild our Ji family. As for me, I am ready to burn with the jade of the capital.

The emperor surnamed Ji can die, but he will not escape or surrender. "

Ji Wenhao made the final arrangements with a serious look on his face.

He can die, and the Great Zhou Dynasty can perish, but the thousand-year-old Ji family can never be destroyed.

With these foundations, Ji's family may not be able to restore the country in the future, but he is destined not to see that day.

Ji Nantian looked at the emperor in front of him seriously. Decades ago, he actually didn't think highly of this person. If it weren't for the patron king Ji Chengdao to forcibly recommend him to the throne, Ji Wenhao would not be the throne at all.

But now, he has a new view on the kid surnamed Ji in front of him.

Although his abilities are not outstanding, at least the Ji family's backbone is still there.

"The Ji family has not yet reached that day, and the imperial court has not yet reached that day of destruction." Ji Nantian rejected Ji Wenhao's arrangement in a deep voice.

"Uncle, now"

Just when Ji Wenhao was about to continue admonishing, he saw Ji Nantian raised his hand to stop him and asked in a solemn voice:

"I'm asking you, with your blood sacrifice method, how likely are you to become a saint?"

Ji Wenhao frowned, but seeing Ji Nantian's serious expression, he still said truthfully:

"Seventy percent."

"How long does it take."

Ji Nantian asked again.

"At least half a year."

This was also an important reason why Ji Wenhao lost his fighting spirit. No matter how fast his blood sacrifice method was, it would still take half a year to combine with many treasures to refine the blood of all spirits.

I didn't think so before, but now, what he lacks most is time, because Jiang Che, who defeated Grand Master Wen and others, will definitely not give him such a long time.

"Half a year." Ji Nantian's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he said:

"I have a way to speed up this speed several times."

"What can we do?" Ji Wenhao blurted out.

Ji Nantian didn't say anything, but immediately pointed out, and a wave of thoughts poured into Ji Wenhao's mind.

For just a moment, Ji Wenhao looked shocked, his face turned pale, and he looked at the royal ancestor in front of him in shock, seemingly in disbelief.

Because of this method, a descendant of the royal family named Ji was required to perform a blood sacrifice.

Ji Nantian exhaled a breath and continued:

"Before the Great Zhou Dynasty, the history of the human race could be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago. During these tens of thousands of years, countless dynasties were established, but every emperor was never subject to the so-called shackles.

Emperors of all dynasties, including Taizu, actually had sufficient longevity.

Do you know why? "

"Why?"

Ji Wenhao asked subconsciously.

He had actually investigated these matters, but all the clues had been cut off long ago. Even with the royal family's background, he could not trace them. He could only get a glimpse of the corners.

Hence the subsequent preparations to become a saint.

"More than six hundred years ago, when the Great Zhou Dynasty was just established, the Demon Realm invaded. Taizu had to personally fight to stop it, and fought a bloody battle in Tianyuan. However, there were many strong men in the Demon Realm, and they had a deeper foundation than the Spiritual Realm, which had experienced countless years of war. Several times more than that.

Seeing that Tianyuan was about to be destroyed, the Confucian sage at that time sacrificed himself without hesitation, but this was not enough, because the demon clan also had a top demon emperor at the same level.

Later, Taizu used the taboo method, adopted a suggestion left by the Confucian sage, and borrowed the power of heaven to improve his strength. In that battle, Taizu held the Emperor's Sword.

Nearly ten demon emperors were killed, and tens of millions of demon soldiers were defeated. However, when Taizu's oil was exhausted, the Emperor's Sword collapsed, and he was left to be raised in Tianjian Mountain, but the way of heaven struck back. It was Taizu who found a solution, which was to use the destiny of the country to counteract the backlash. For this reason, emperors of all generations have always found it difficult to enter the realm of the divine.

At most, it is just the cultivation of Xuan Dan, and the life span will not increase. This is protection and imprisonment. "

Ji Wenhao's eyes widened when he heard these unheard secrets. He never thought that such secrets existed within the royal family.

But then he had another question:

"Why is it that only the emperor is imprisoned, but my Ji family members are not affected?"

He thought of Ji Chengdao, who seemed to have no effect and even became the strongest man in the world.

"The great ancestor was a genius, and he refined all the backlash of the heaven into one bloodline, that is, your bloodline, and left behind immortal magic. Only after inheriting the throne will you experience the backlash.

It is precisely because of this that the Great Zhou has experienced eleven emperors in just over six hundred years. In fact, none of the emperors before you lived to be a hundred years old."

"If what my uncle said is true, wouldn't it mean that the day I break through the shackles, I will face the backlash of the heaven?"

Ji Wenhao couldn't help asking.

He was a little confused.

The road to immortality he pursued turned out to be a dead end?

Ji Nantian shook his head:

"What a talent Taizu has. How could he be constrained by the shackles of heaven? In fact, Taizu has found a way to break the impasse, which is to use the divine blood derived from the Ji family to break the shackles.

But to do so, it is necessary to sacrifice the entire Ji family, and Taizu was already exhausted at that time, and suffered the most backlash. Even if the entire Ji family was sacrificed, it would be useless.

But Taizu left a few words when he left. After ten generations of using the national fortune, there is a great hope to break through the shackles of heaven. However, this secret is too cruel.

I have never revealed it. I think it is not a good thing for the emperor to live forever. Since the emperor enjoys wealth and honor, he should pay some price. "

"So, King Kaoshan also knows about this?"

Ji Wenhao continued to ask with an ugly face. He vaguely thought of a possibility.

Ji Nantian looked at him and nodded slightly:

"I told him this in person. Ji Chengdao's aptitude is rare in the spiritual realm, almost comparable to the former Taizu. Naturally, I can't bear to let such a peerless immortal be trapped in life span.

It is for this reason that when the previous emperor seized the throne, Ji Chengdao chose to take the initiative to give up, otherwise, the previous emperor's position should have belonged to Chengdao."

"Then he recommended me to the throne, isn't it..."

Ji Wenhao's heart was cold, and his hands and feet were cold.

He was really naive to think that he was valued by Ji Chengdao and was just recommended to this position, but he didn't expect that this throne was actually a dead end.

After hearing this, Ji Nantian was silent for a few breaths and said:

"Your aptitude is average, and it is almost impossible to become a saint in this life. It is not a loss to sit on the throne. Otherwise, I would have stopped you from ascending the throne and becoming emperor."

Ji Wenhao's face darkened, and he felt a great blow in an instant.

His throne really seemed to be given as alms.

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