Chapter 869: The old **** is dead

Capital.
　　 Imperial Palace.
　　 The traces of the existence of the Li family’s royal family are quickly being erased.
　　 And the various marks that belong to Wei's family are increasing and branding rapidly.
　　 Yao grabbed the envoy to the imperial palace, and soon saw the contemporary head of the Wei family, Wei Mingchen’s father, Wei Wuji.
　　 "Your Majesty, there is a top powerhouse in the city."
　　 Yao grabbed the divine envoy, and his status was not low, and he could directly meet the most powerful person in the capital today.
　　 "Top powerhouse?"
　　Wei Wuji is a middle-aged man with dark circles under the eyes. He has a nice skin and average temperament. He asked with interest, "How top is it? How strong is it?"
　　 Yao grabbed the divine envoy and said: "Not under me."
"Oh?"
　　 Wei Wuji asked again: "How does that compare with my son?"
　　 He has thirty-eight sons in total—this number does not include the two who have been slaughtered by Lin Beichen.
　　 But in the sentence just now, "My son" specifically refers to Wei Mingchen.
　　 Yao grabbed the divine envoy and lowered his head and said, "Naturally, it cannot be compared with His Highness."
　　 "Hahaha."
　　 Wei Wuji laughed, and said: "Walker, you are right, hahaha, because my son Wei Mingchen has the appearance of a god."
　　 Hearing Wei Wuji saying his surname, the eyebrows that dazzled the envoy frowned.
　　 If someone else said that, then this person must be on the way to reincarnation.
　　 But since he is the father of His Royal Highness, there is no problem.
　　 "My enthronement ceremony will be ten days later."
Wei Wuji sat on the newly designed human dragon chair, rubbing the original texture of gold with his hands with satisfaction, his expression was intoxicated, his eyes squinted, and he said: "Walker, you are my son's most trusted subordinate , I can definitely get rid of the so-called top powerhouse at the fastest speed. It won't make me worry, right?"
　　 Yao grabbed the envoy and bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured that the three envoys, Yaoming, Yaogan, and Yaoren, are all on their way. When they arrive, no one can pose a threat to your enthronement."
"is it?"
　　Wei Wuji sat on the dragon chair, tilted Erlang's legs, shaking his legs vigorously, and said: "It's all thanks to my son, haha, he is the son of God, then I am a priest?"
　　 "Your Majesty."
　　 Yao grabbed the divine envoy and said, "Speak carefully."
　　 Wei Wuji shook his legs indifferently, and said, "Ha, I will just open an ethical stalk, what are you nervous about... By the way, on the side of the Temple Mountain, the hypocritical of Sword Lord, can you have an answer?"
　　 Yao constricted the depths of his eyes, and a hint of helplessness flashed.
　　 There has always been a problem, and he can't figure it out.
　　 Why does His Highness the Son of God have such a father who is ostentatious, vulgar, lustful, lazy, greedy, rude, arrogant, stupid, and timid?
　　 And why does His Highness the Son of God have to push this Jiji to the throne of a man who is a showy, vulgar, vulgar, lazy, lazy, greedy, rude, arrogant, stupid, and timid father?
　　 "Your Majesty, please rest assured, an old like the Lord of Swords is already a yellow flower yesterday, and it won't last long."
Yao Lian Divine Envoy replied: "That day a great battle, I believe it also made her understand her situation, the old is dead, the new should stand, our Thousand Grass Temple has the support of the Great Desolate Temple, and has been recognized by the gods. , And gave her enough steps. If she doesn't know how to advance or retreat, once the deadline expires, it will be the day of her fall."
　　 "Hehe...the fall of the gods."
　　 Wei Wuji had a very yearning expression, shaking his legs, propped his chin with one hand, and said: "I am looking forward to it. What will the fallen look like? Can he still be called a god?"
　　 Yao grabbed the divine envoy and kept silent.
　　 Wei Wuji laughed loudly: "Look at you, every time you just talk about the gods, you have the same expression as your parents are dead. Come on, be happy and give me a smile."
　　 Yao grabbed the divine envoy and frowned, turned and walked outside the hall.
　　 Wei Wuji's laughter echoed in the hall.
　　 "Ahahahaha, it's so boring, how can you be an envoy, but there are rules and regulations everywhere, why don't you be as happy as ordinary people?"
　　 He sat on the recast pure gold throne, rolling around with a smile, tears in his eyes.
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　　 Temple Mount.
　　 Lin Beichen This is the first time I have come to the Temple Mountain in Beijing.
　　 is grander than imagined.
　　 is more majestic than imagined.
　　The huge mountain peaks are connected to each other, like rock giants standing on the ground with arms arm in arm. It is just because of the distant age that these rock giants are covered with lush plants, like green moss...
　　From the foot of the mountain to the peak, ancient buildings and huge idols are dotted on the cliffs, and the chain bridges connect the cliffs and lonely peaks.
　　 You can imagine how many followers of the Lord of Swords were practicing life on this temple mountain in the glorious past.
　　 But now, between the peaks and roads, there is a faint breath of loneliness.
　　Many temples are already empty, and the steps and the ground are not full of dust and cobwebs.
　　 Many giant idols and the Changming Xuan lamps on the sculptures have been extinguished.
　　 Some of the temple priests who are not weak, often sit under the statues, and are working on their supernatural powers to repair and heal their injuries.
　　 They seem to have gone through a big battle, and they have suffered a lot of losses, and they are all injured.
　　 The new pope Hua Qingyan, and led Lin Beichen and his party to the top of the Temple Mountain.
　　 Here, there is the only temple of grace in the entire Beihai Empire [Sword Master Hall].
　　 has the tallest, largest and thickest sword lord statue in the North Sea Empire.
　　 Li Xiuyuan and others were Anzhi temporarily rested in the side hall.
　　 And Lin Beichen followed the new Pope Hua Qingyan and came to 【Sword Palace】.
　　 "Mianxia is waiting for you in the hall."
　　 Hua Qingyan stood at the entrance of the main hall, reaching out to make a please gesture.
　　 The newly appointed Pope, Lord of Swords, looks twenty-five or six-year-old, with both the purity of a girl and the charm of a mature woman. The appearance is naturally a superb choice of first-class, graceful figure, murderous weapon, beautiful waistline, as if to drunk any man in this world.
　　 In order to maintain the personality, Lin Beichen's gaze stayed on the Pope for a while.
　　 Hua Qingyan looked at each other with Lin Beichen, and smiled slightly.
　　 "You are the most handsome boy I have ever seen."
　　 Her voice was soft and frank, and said, "Before I saw you, I never thought that there would really be such things as'male sex' in this world."
　　 Oh, is this a compliment?
　　In Lin Beichen’s mind, he involuntarily compared Hua Qingyan with the priest Qin, and quickly came to a conclusion
　　 It’s better to be a big wife.
　　 just don't know where she went.
　　 Lin Beichen smiled and responded to the pope's praise, then turned and walked into the hall.
　　 The hall is very dim.
　　 The breath of blood was in the air.
　　 Something is flowing in the dark.
　　 Lin Beichen walked to the depths of the hall step by step.
　　 The cold, silver-white moonlight shone in from the glass lens of the dome, and fell on the seat of the of swords carved by white stone.
　　 The air in early spring was slightly cold.
　　 A figure with loose hair, wearing a white dress, sitting quietly, her eyes bright in the moonlight.
"You came."
"I'm coming."
　　 "You shouldn't have come."
　　 "I have already come."
　　 "It's too late to leave now."
　　 "But I don't want to go."
　　 "I am on your body, smelling the breath of the evil demon outside the sky, how much power is left of your stick?"
　　 "That depends on how much your godhead has recovered."
　　 "Did you see it?"
　　 "I can see it a little bit."
　　 "Which little bit?"
　　 "You are hurt, it is not a mortal who hurt you."
　　 "It seems that you are in the outer market, and you have gained a lot."
　　 On the seat of God, the "Sword Lord" slowly stood up.
　　 ticking.
　　 Drops of blood followed the handrails of the seat and gently dripped to the ground. The moment the drop of blood shattered, it was like a lotus flower that only opened for a moment, evil and holy.
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Good night, brothers, thank you for the recommended medicine (?_?)