Chapter 1879

The old Shenghuang is a tragic figure. He was magnificent when he was young, but he failed to break through the holy realm. Once he fell into the abyss, all his lofty ambitions turned to nothing.

And when he was about to die, he couldn't find peace, and wanted to witness the scene of his own flesh and blood being killed by brothers.

Prince Yanyang and Prince Wulie stand on opposite sides, one is white and the other is black, one is solar flare, and the other is sunspot, as if they are destined to be opposed by nature, and they must decide whether to live or die.

In the stalemate atmosphere, the old Emperor Sheng finally walked into the hall slowly with the support of the young emperor and grandson.

Old Shenghuang was as thin as a stick, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and even the imprint of the sun between his brows was as dim as the setting sun;

The little grandson was only six years old, with red lips and white teeth, innocent and full of vigor.

The fact that the old and the young entered the room together further set off the lifeless and imminent death of the old Emperor Sheng.

Behind the old emperor Sheng, an old crow followed like a shadow. It didn't take shape like other crow generals, but showed the most primitive form.

Its feathers are as black as ink, as deep as a black hole, but the tail of each feather emits red golden flames.

Unlike the old Shenghuang, although it looked old, its eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

The old patriarch of the three-legged Jinwu clan, Gu Chen confirmed the identity of the old crow as soon as he saw it.

It is rumored that the old patriarch was loyal and spent his whole life guarding the old Shenghuang. When the old Shenghuang failed to cross the tribulation and was taken advantage of by the enemy, it was he who fought desperately to save the old Shenghuang's life. .

The old Shenghuang needed someone to help him walk, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but the old crow walked steadily, vaguely locked in every direction while walking, no matter which direction the enemy attacked from, they couldn't bypass it and attack the old Shenghuang.

This combination of the old, the young and the crow entered the main hall, headed by Prince Yanyang and Prince Wulie, many monks saluted one after another.

"Let's all be free."

Old Emperor Sheng waved his hand, his voice was old, hoarse and weak.

He glanced at the foreign monks present with his cloudy eyes, and sighed softly.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I won't say much about other things. No matter which one of you is finally recognized by the ancestral land, I hope you can be worthy of your own status."

The old Shenghuang patted the little Huangsun on the shoulder, and said earnestly.

The little emperor's grandson instantly understood what he meant, and carefully helped him turn around.

"Let's go to the entrance of the ancestral land."

Lao Shenghuang said that he didn't intend to listen to what the two princes had to say, and seemed rather dispirited.

His words and deeds fell into the eyes of everyone, but it was perfectly normal.

The battle between Prince Yanyang and Prince Wulie spread from the Shengyang Realm to the Seven Kingdoms region, how could the old Emperor Sheng not know, but even if he knew, he would be powerless to interfere because he was already old.

As a father, he was disappointed, and as an emperor, he also lost control of the situation, so it was not surprising that he was in such a mood.

The two princes didn't care about the disappointment in the old father's words. At this time, Prince Yanyang and Wu Lie were both ambitious, and they wished to kill each other immediately.

The old emperor Sheng led the way slowly, and the two teams followed behind, and patrolling crow generals could be seen around at any time.

The palace wall of Shenghuang Palace is very tall and broad, and there is a groove at every interval on the wall. There are crows standing guard in the groove, which look like lamps and lanterns.

The towering palace walls and the crow general's five steps, one post and ten steps and one sentry post made the defense of Sheng Palace impermeable, and it was difficult for even a fly to invade here.

Under the leadership of the old Shenghuang, the two teams quickly passed through the mechanism and entered an underground palace.

The ancient stone steps in the underground palace stretched down continuously, and at the bottom was a huge glowing magic circle.

There is actually magma flowing on the surface of every path in the magic circle. At a glance, it seems that there are countless dragons flying in the magic circle, which is spectacular!

Entering the underground palace, the temperature rises significantly. When you walk down the stone steps and come to the periphery of the huge magic circle, you feel like you are in the desert.

"A place where the Lieyang tribe and the three-legged Jinwu tribe can be born must be extremely hot, which is not good for us."

The mud bodhisattva looked at the magic circle and whispered to Gu Chen.

The most suitable environment for him is undoubtedly the swamp, and although the ancestral land of the Lieyang tribe has not yet entered, it can be imagined that it must be a place short of water.

In that way, his advantage of being able to swamp will be greatly weakened, and it will be even more difficult to escape in the event of a crisis.

"If you come, you will be safe. Except for the two princes, no one else has an advantage." Gu Chen said indifferently.

The mud bodhisattva could only nod his head, hoping that the situation in the ancestral land would be better than he imagined.

At the destination, the old emperor Sheng let go of the hand supported by the little emperor's grandson, stepped forward a few steps, and began to mutter something.

As his incantations spread, the light in the huge magic circle in front of him began to soar, and countless strands of dao patterns melted from the ground, and slowly merged in the air, slowly forming two light gates.

boom! boom!

The two light doors opened at the same time, blowing out a strong heat flow from inside. The air in the inner world seemed to be distorted due to the high temperature, and the specific situation could not be seen clearly.

"Okay, the ancestral land has been opened, now you go in through different light gates."

"The two light gates are the same, and they will randomly send you to different areas of the ancestral land, so as to prevent you from killing each other in the first place."

"I said earlier that only those who are recognized by the ancestral land can inherit the throne. I didn't make it clear before, so let me explain it now."

"When you enter the ancestral land, the gate of light will disappear by itself. The test will last for ten days. After ten days, the gate of light will open again. At that time, whoever brings back more true sun souls from the ancestral land will be able to inherit Throne."

After Lao Shenghuang slowly explained the rules of the test, Yan Yang and Wu Lie's eyes flashed brightly at the same time.

They all know what the True Sun Soul is. It is a great tonic for the Lieyang Clan and the three-legged Jinwu Clan, and it has always been abundant in the ancestral land.

However, due to the excessive mining of the true sun soul in the ancestral land in history, the number has become very scarce.

In addition, the environment in the ancestral land has already become very bad, and even endangered the lives of Lieyang people, so the ancestral land was sealed.

This restart of the ancestral land, the two princes have already guessed the possible test content, and the task of finding the true soul of the sun is not unexpected.

"Brother, which door do you choose?"

Wu Lie looked at Prince Yanyang and asked with flickering eyes.

"What about you? Which side would you choose if you were asked to choose?"

Prince Yanyang didn't answer, and kicked the question back to Wulie.

"Hehe, how about this, let's draw lots to avoid mutual suspicion."

Wu Lie sneered, knowing that the crown prince was the same as him, so he was worried about letting the other party choose first.

The reason is very simple, both of them have concerns, worrying that the father has already been secretly biased, and if the other party chooses first, the area to which the light gate will teleport will have an advantage.

"Okay, that's great."

Prince Yanyang had no objection, which relieved Wu Lie a lot.

So the two drew lots, and the method adopted was also very fair. In the end, Wu Lie was assigned to the Guangmen on the left, and Prince Yanyang was assigned to the right.

The scene between the two of them was in the eyes of the old Shenghuang from the beginning to the end, but he was extremely calm and didn't say much.

Gu Chen's gaze was more often on the old Shenghuang, and seeing him behave like this, he frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

Without giving him much time to think, the entrance was selected, and the two teams entered separately.

Swish Swish Swish.

Figures walked into the light gate one after another, including Gu Chen, Ni Bodhisattva, Sang Yan and Ming Shou!

After everyone entered, the Guangmen collapsed on the spot, but the old Shenghuang had no intention of leaving, and found a place to sit on the edge of the magic circle.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, like an old monk in meditation.

The old crow silently guarded the old emperor Sheng, and the light in the underground palace gradually dimmed. He looked at the generation of emperors who had long lost their vigor, and his complicated eyes surged.