Chapter 136: 136. One Emperor and Three Emperors
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The abnormal situation immediately attracted Chen Luoyang’s attention. The Netherworld Sea Curse Seal on the child could be said to be innate, but it was not without reason.
From the source, his mother, Liu Si, was the first master of the Netherworld Sea Curse Seal.
Due to Liu Si’s unique constitution, the Netherworld Sea Curse did not manifest when it was placed on his body.
Liu Si was pregnant and gave birth, so the Netherworld Sea Curse Seal was transferred to Little Su Yuan.
The Netherworld Sea Curse Seal on Liu Si’s body originated from a Netherworld Sea Sacrificial Ceremony. With her special physique, she was lucky enough to survive. The Netherworld Sea Curse Seal was a trace left behind by that sacrificial ceremony.
At that time, Liu Si was probably still young and did not know much about the sacrificial ceremony.
After Chen Luoyang returned to the headquarters, he took some time to read up on some documents. The Su Brothers and Liu Sit s origins should be within the Great Xia Dynasty’s territory.
In other words, they were refugees from Great Xia and not natives of the Southern Wasteland Demon Territory.
The Netherworld Sea Sacrificial Ceremony was no small matter. It was not something that ordinary people could afford.
Therefore, could it be that it originated from Emperor Xia, Li Yuanlong? Chen Luoyang’s expression was calm as he tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of his chair.
Although the battle between the two Martial Monarch Realm experts was intense, there was still some leeway left.
Especially the Demonic Sect Vermilion Bird Palace Hall Chief, he didn’t have an imposing manner.
From the looks of it, he should have received the news that Sword Emperor Wang Jian had come to the Southern Cloud Mountain Range and was on guard.
Although Wang Jian himself was obsessed with swordsmanship and had never participated in the siege, his sudden return made the Vermilion Bird Palace Hall Chief have to be extra careful.
Sword Thearch Wang Jian hadn’t arrived yet. Instead, Demon Emperor Chen Luoyang’s Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage had appeared first.
This time, even Emperor Xia and Li Yuanlong became more careful.
The two people who were fighting restrained their momentum and diverted part of their attention to the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage that was approaching.
Even in a battle between Martial Emperors, the Demon Empress ‘sudden appearance immediately became the focus of attention.
The area covered by the night sky had shrunk a little.
The nine dragons also rose into the clouds and gradually left the night sky.
Two pairs of eyes that were so condensed that they seemed to be corporeal were projected from the Dragon Awe Auspicious Cloud and the starry night sky respectively. They landed on the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage at the same time.
Chen Luoyang, who was in the main hall, didn’t change his sitting posture or expression. A black light flashed in his eyes as he leisurely looked at the two gazes.
The air in the air refracted the light, as if it was a distorted scene.
When the distorted scene was restored, the Dragon Awe Auspicious Cloud and the starry night sky on the opposite side also changed.
In the Dragon Awe Auspicious Cloud, the clouds dispersed, revealing a figure.
A tall, middle-aged man was wearing a dragon robe and a flat crown. His eyes, which were half-covered by a bead chain, were as deep as the sea.
It was none other than the current emperor of Grand Xia, the Xia Emperor, Li Yuanlong.
On the other side of the moonlit night, under the moonlight, a person appeared on top of the black Buddha.
He was dressed in white, as if he had become one with the moonlight.
The waterfall-like black hair was not bound and casually draped behind him.
Her face was peerless, but it didn’t make people feel that she was beautiful.
It wasn’t that it wasn’t beautiful, but that the other feelings were too strong and diluted the beauty.
Sharp.
Tough.
Stubborn.
Brutal.
People couldn’t help but ignore her gender and her appearance.
In the main hall, Chen Luoyang pondered in secret.
He couldn’t help but think that perhaps it was because of this opponent that he had completely squeezed out all the potential of the former sect master and soared into the sky in a short period of time.
Otherwise, it would not be enough to suppress such an opponent.
Strictly speaking, he was still unable to completely suppress the woman in white.
One of the Five Emperors of the Divine Prefecture.
Empress Yan Mingkong.
The Chief of the Vermilion Bird Palace Hall of the Demonic Sect had made the title of “First Chief” appear out of nowhere among the four Chief of the Demonic Sect.
Before the Demon Emperor Chen Luoyang appeared out of nowhere, she was one of the two youngest Martial Emperors in the history of the Divine Lands. She could basically be said to be the number one female expert in the Divine Lands.
He had been in the martial world for more than ten years, and he had only lost once when he fouzht with others. That was when he competed for the position of the Demonic Sect Master. He lost to the current Demon Emperor, so he was known as the second master of the Demonic Sect.
That defeat did not make her unable to recover. Instead, it proved one thing. Even if he was second, he was still so strong that it made one’s hair stand on end.
Inside and outside the Demonic Sect, there was always a question that was buried in the hearts of many people. It was a question that many people often thought of, but few dared to mention.
If Yan Mingkong got the fruit of the Demonic Blood Tree, if she practiced the Demonic Blood since she was young, what would she achieve?
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world.
The Second Elder, Yan Zhao, stood outside the hall and looked at his niece from afar.
Third Elder Wang Mofeng followed him out of the hall and whispered with a smile, The First Chief’s cultivation has indeed increased again. She should be very close to the 14th realm. Other than the Cult Master, she should be the youngest Spirit Realm cultivator, even faster than the Outsider Tribe Master, right? ”
“If it wasn’t for that Demonic Blood Tree fruit…” Fourth Elder Chai Han shook his head and sighed.
Yanzhao’s expression was calm. ” Chen Hanhai has a good life. He has hoped for his entire life to turn the Divine Sect into his home. Seeing that he had already given up all hope, the heavens sent Chen Luoyang to him, fulfilling his wishes. However, whether there will be a third generation will depend on whether the heavens will continue to favor their Chen Family. ‘
People who consume the fruit of the Demonic Blood Tree can change their blood and change their fate. They are different from ordinary people and it is difficult for them to have children. Since ancient times, only two cult masters have children. Only one in ten. It is already a blessing for the old cult master to have a cult master. ” Wang MO Feng was still smiling.
Yan Zhao looked at Yan Mingkong in the distance. ” Chen Hanhai should be glad that Chen Luoyang is stronger than him. If he was like him and had the Demonic Blood Tree, so what? ”
In the distant sky, under the moonlight, Yan Mingkong, who was on top of the
Dark Buddha’s head, turned his head slightly and looked at Chen Luoyang.”You’re here.”
His voice was cold and emotionless. It was a statement rather than a question.
When Chen Luoyang heard this, he secretly curled his lips.
This was the third person from the Demonic Sect who did not need to address him respectfully in public. The rest were the most senior Great Elder Xie Chong and the Second Elder Yan Zhao who opposed him the most. They also maintained the most basic etiquette in public.
Su Ye and Wang Fei didn’t use honorifics because they were too close. At the same time, the two of them were a little stupid and didn’t bother with them.
The Big Sister in front of him was a completely different matter.
Emperor Xia, Li Yuanlong, who was surrounded by nine dragons, turned to look at the imperial carriage.”Cult Master Chen, how have you been?”
“The two of you have been entangled for too long before you finally came to me.” “And this seat came here for another person,” said Chen Luoyang indifferently.
Right at this moment, everyone’s heart skipped a beat.
Everyone diverted a portion of their attention to the other side.
A seemingly small person walked out from the dilapidated Southern Cloud
Mountain Range.
Wherever he went, the wind and rain were dark.
He was dressed in sackcloth. It was Sword Emperor Wang Jian..
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