long night walk

Chapter 895

Everything is a foregone conclusion, he is the master of Zhongyou, the only place of deception, it has become a fact, and no one can change it.

Ying Ji can't, Qiao Yu can't, Baichen can't!

Everyone in the world can't do anything!

No one can stop him from moving forward!

Ying Xiu stood up straight, looking at the altar against the light, as if at this moment, he had seen the day when he stood above all living beings.

"So, who else has objections?!"

However, Zhongyou is only the first step for him to get out of this body.

Qiao Yuwangdian looked at the courtiers in the palace full of support for Prince Yingxiu with despair and desolation.

After Shen Tu and Han Qi, the remaining three royal palaces were also obviously defeated by the general trend, and bowed their heads to Ying Xiu.

Qiao Yu was not tempted by the many surprises that Ying Xiu brought today.

He could see through the desire and ambition hidden in Ying Xiu's eyes, and he also understood that His Highness the Crown Prince was not suitable to be the Emperor of Zhongyou at all.

But Zhongyou's banners fell to Ying Xiu's side overnight.

If Qiao Yu speaks against it again at this moment, he is afraid that he will become an enemy of the entire Zhongyou Dynasty.

"I have an objection."

At this moment, a small voice sounded inappropriately among the crowd above the court.

The fiery scene in the hall cooled down for a moment.

The smile on Ying Xiu's face remained undiminished. He followed the source of the sound slowly, and the quiet crowd automatically and slowly separated a path.

A thin boy stood at the end of the road. Under the indifferent eyes of everyone, the boy's face turned pale.

He tilted his cheek to avoid everyone's gaze, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes, but he didn't flinch, and he didn't know where the courage came from, but he took the initiative to meet Ying Xiu's gaze, his face tightened.

"I have objections. Since the establishment of the Zhongyou Dynasty, there have always been regulations. If you want to succeed to the throne, you must inherit the four seals before you are eligible to inherit the throne."

The young man's expression became more and more tense, and he murmured: "Even if you are His Royal Highness, even if you have the spiritual roots of the six paths, you still have to abide by this rule.

Even if His Majesty succeeded to the throne back then, as the daughter of Taiyin, she would have to undergo the test of the Four Seals to gain her approval...

Even if His Highness's mother cannot be exempted from this rule, does His Highness the Crown Prince want to rely on this pile of boxes and the bright promises and rhetoric in the future to ignore Zhongyou's rules? "

A faint killing intent flashed across Ying Xiu's eyes.

Qiao Yu seemed to have grasped the key point, his eyes were bright, and before he could speak in the future, he was interrupted by Dawangdian Shentu:

"His Highness was recognized by Xu Yin a hundred years ago, and the other three seals are older and more powerful than Xu Yin. You must know that even His Majesty was fully recognized by the four seals when he was five hundred years old. His Highness is only worth more than two hundred now. How can you do such a feat?"

Ying Xiu suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, and regained his composure, and said, "In terms of talent, I alone is not enough for my mother. Even if I were given another 300 years, I may not be able to completely control the four seals."

Ying Xiu's frankness and self-effacement undoubtedly won the favor of everyone again.

The four seals of Zhongyou are nothing.

Xu, Xing, Yao, Jing.

Among them, Yixu is the weakest and Yijing is the strongest.

The heroic spirit held by Xu Yin is already a 3000-year-old heroic spirit like Hongying, and it is extremely impressive to be able to fight head-on with Youguilang who has a ghost weapon.

Just to subdue Xu Yin, Ying Xiu had almost exhausted his whole life's effort, he knew how much he was worth.

Don't say that the four seals will be subdued in the next 300 years, even if he is given another 500 years, he may not be able to subdue the punishment seal of commanding troops.

Not to mention, Ying Xiu has lost Xu Yin even now.

Of course, this absolutely cannot be planted for outsiders.

Ying Xiu was sincere at first, then changed the topic, and said: "Gu is not capable enough, and I feel deeply guilty, but looking at the whole Zhongyou, only Gu is qualified to touch the four seals, and Gu doesn't mind going back again." Wait a few hundred years to succeed, after all, the Zhongyou Dynasty will be lonely sooner or later."

"But, Gu can wait for Zhongyou, can Zhongyou wait for Gu?"

"Three years ago, the Taiyin Emperor abandoned his lamp in the Tianxi Sword Sect, and hundreds of thousands of ghouls invaded the land of the world, and the Sifang Sect suffered heavy casualties.

Now the situation in Zhongyou is in danger, with her mother's staunch and strong temperament, it is possible that she wants to kill and stop killing to calm the anger of the people in the world! "

"This..." After all, the young man was too young, and he was so overwhelmed by Ying Xiu that he couldn't speak in a few words.

Ying Xiu's face was as cold as pig iron: "Now the Zhongyou Dynasty is in jeopardy, and it is time for a new master to set things right and reverse the current chaos. I don't know what kind of intentions I have in my mind when I am so opposed to preventing Gu's success!"

When such a big hat was buckled down, the boy was immediately at a loss.

Ying Xiu gave Da Wang Dian a look, and said: "This son is very eye-catching, why Gu has never seen this person in Zhongyou before."

Shen Tu's face was indifferent, and he said in a cold voice: "The Zhongyou Dynasty never hides solitary worms and ants. This son is indeed full of doubts. Let the hall take him down first and interrogate him."

While speaking, Shen Tu did not give anyone time to respond. The invisible and immaterial majestic energy gathered at the fingertips, and the sharp wind condensed into a pure white light. The light was like a giant arrow, illuminating the entire state affairs. The hall, taking away the brilliance of heaven and earth.

The finger of death makes people tremble, point it out brazenly!
Qiao Yu's complexion changed drastically, such a ruthless attack, saying it was an interrogation, was obviously motivated by murderous intentions.

King Yin's finger shook the sky and earth, how could this little heroic spirit be able to bear it.

This thought is to destroy his six paths of reincarnation!

He wanted to make a move, but he was seriously injured by Shen Tu's palm earlier, so it was too late.

As for the other three Yin kings, although they looked hesitant, they showed no signs of meddling in their own affairs.

The young man's face was pale, knowing that there was no way out, he closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death.

The powerful white light engulfed the boy's figure with the power to swallow everything, and countless deep invisible cracks could be vaguely seen in the white vision.

Everyone looked terrified.

Not to mention facing such an attack, even if he was accidentally strangled into that corner space, he might be torn to pieces.

Amidst the loud bang, where the young man stood, a terrifying white light condensed, as if intending to intimidate everyone.

Dawangdian Shentu stood with his hands down indifferently, and said indifferently: "Who else doubts?"

The courtiers in the hall could see that today the King's Hall is determined to put His Highness the Crown Prince on the throne of God.

Although this move is too domineering and against the rules, the overall situation has been decided.

As His Highness said, he is the only crown prince of Zhongyou, His Majesty's most beloved child, and it makes no difference whether he will be inherited in the future or today.

Furthermore, even if he intends to usurp the throne, with His Majesty's love and affection for the crown prince, is it possible that he will really care about him?

Standing up and opposing opinions at this time is really a bit stupid.

That young man obviously belonged to the old party like King Qiao Yu's Palace, and held on to old views, but in the past 200 years, His Majesty has ignored the government affairs. momentum.

It's just that before that, although everyone knew the establishment of the new party, Shen Tu had always acted in a low-key and secretive way. Today, I am afraid that he wants to take advantage of His Royal Highness to gain wings and have the intention of flying high.

The arrogance of the Great King's Palace was rising, and no one dared to touch him at this time.

Shen Tu said: "Since no one has any objections, please continue to perform the ceremony of inviting the saints!"

Ying Xiu nodded slightly, with a calm gaze, and finally continued to step out. This time, he stepped slowly and steadily onto the jade steps in the inner hall of the National Government Hall.

There are nine layers of jade steps.

Above the ninth floor is the Zhongyou Wushen Seat.

Ying Xiu climbed up the stairs in an instant, and the first jade steps under his feet turned into an endless abyss of void, and the space above his head changed rapidly, bearing the vision of thousands of miles of stars.

With the wind blowing his clothes, he felt as if he was in the midst of thousands of living beings and the noise. All he could see was the chair above the ninth floor.

Ying Xiu's walking speed was extremely slow, as if carrying a thousand mountains on his back.

However, after the first step, all the clothes on his body were wet with sweat.

The spiritual root under the heart flickered frantically, spewing out spiritual power, and the strong spiritual current flowed through his limbs like water, igniting the spiritual power nodes in his body.

He tried to step on the second step, but found that the raised foot could not fall down, as if he was counterattacked by the weight of the vast expanse of sea water.

"I would like to wish your Highness a helping hand!"

With a serious expression on his face, Shen Tu raised his arm and slapped out a palm. Spiritual power flowed into Ying Xiu's body like the water of a river.

Ying Xiu suddenly felt that the pressure had eased a lot, but it was still far from enough, so he sternly said, "Come again!"

Immediately afterwards, except for Qiao Yu, all the Yin kings made their move together. The courtiers in the palace and the monks from outside all contributed their spiritual power without hesitation, and all of them slowly entered Ying Xiu's body.

With the concerted help of everyone, Ying Xiu finally crossed the endless abyss and reached the second ladder.

The ever-changing starlight above his head shone on Ying Xiu's face. He looked up and stared, with a bit of disdain and arrogance for the way of heaven in his indifferent tone:
"The blue thread on the difficult road leads to the mountains and forests, the so-called abyss, and the future is bright if you go down!"

After finishing speaking, Ying Xiu closed his eyes and closed his eyes, and was about to move forward again, but the jade steps under his feet changed again.

The abyss disappeared, and then turned into a towering sea of ​​ice and snow mountains, and the whole body was full of wind and snow.

It lashed at his body like the whip of God punishing the world, and all the sounds in his ears were covered up and disappeared by the roar of the storm.

In just a moment, Ying Xiu's legs were frozen and he lost consciousness, and the terrifying cold penetrated into his skin like needles.

It turned into a sharp pain like a knife, and layers of light blue frost formed on the eyelids of his eyes.

The coldness and death brought a terrible fear to Ying Xiu.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, but found that no matter how much spiritual power was sent to him by the crowd behind him, even if he turned the spiritual roots in his body into fire attributes, he could not warm and melt half of the wind and snow here.

His body was covered with hoarfrost, his lips were blackened, and his consciousness became blurred under the extremely cold temperature.

He had never set foot on the steps of the Zhongyou Temple, and he never thought that there was such a terrifying death intent hidden in this short distance of nine steps.

Although Ying Ji already knew that he was not the real son of Zhongyou.

But Ying Xiu didn't believe in her companionship for 200 years, and she didn't have any affection for her.

Seeing the frost between the legs creeping all the way to the waist, Ying Xiu suddenly raised his head and looked at the high seat.

Holding his heart tightly with one hand, relying on the fragmented memory that didn't belong to him, he recalled Bai Li'an's expression 200 years ago, and shouted loudly with a mournful cry:

"Mother! Don't leave me alone!"

Boom!
Thousands of miles of glaciers and snow-capped mountains collapsed into fragments in an instant, and Ying Xiu's cold air mechanism that was about to wither suddenly resumed operation.

His body softened as if he had been reborn, and he lay down on the long steps, and the frost fell from his hair like fine snow.

He buried his face deeply, revealing a cold, sharp and poisonous smile.

Sure enough, the card of kinship is really the most invisible weapon in the world to hurt people. No matter how many times you use it, you can hit it with one hit!
It's really stupid to think of him as Yingxiu. He has been ignorant for 200 years and only now realizes it.

He coughed twice, coughing up the ice slag with blood in his chest.

Ying Xiu leisurely thought to himself how he could imitate the useless prince back then, so as to be more like him.

The majestic spiritual power behind him is not enough to support him on the high platform. Only by controlling the deepest scars and flaws in Ying Ji's heart can he control the overall situation.

This emperor rank is the concretization of Ying Ji's concentrating the wishes of all living beings and her own spiritual consciousness when she proclaimed herself emperor.

He has only gone up two steps, and he has already expended so much effort.

If you want to continue to walk through the remaining seven rows of stairs, even if you use extraordinary means, it may be quite difficult.

At this point, Ying Xiu only wanted stability, not speed, so he didn't continue to move forward.

After coughing out the stagnant blood in his chest, he maintained a prostrate posture, closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath.

"Squeak..."

The heavy ancient temple door was slowly pushed open by one hand.

The wind came into the hall, blowing out thousands of candles, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The sky outside the gate of the hall is faint, and the green hills can be seen overlapping colors. The figure who pushed the door and entered the hall seems to be connected to the Tianshan Mountains in the distance.

He stood in the thick night, solemn and graceful, with the green hills and clouds, as if he was about to melt into it.

Everyone in the hall who had stopped transporting spiritual power raised their eyes to look, but saw the visitor walk into the inner hall with a blue lantern in his hand as if there was no one in the hall.

There seemed to be a momentary freeze in the hall, and everyone looked at this strange and weird boy with a mask on his face, but no one came out to severely reprimand him.

Just because the green lantern in his hand came from the Palace of the Empress.

No one dared to speculate on the origin of the person who was able to leave the Empress's Palace safe and sound and took away the things in the palace.

Ying Xiu, who was lying on the long steps and silently adjusted his breath, did not notice the change in the atmosphere in the hall.

Suddenly, there was a sound of soft footsteps behind him.

The voice came from far to near, making Ying Xiu's heart skip a beat, and a trace of hostility flashed through his eyes that suddenly opened.

Who is so bold and presumptuous, without self-knowledge, who dares to ascend the emperor rank without authorization.

Although he knew in his heart that the presumptuous and stupid person was afraid that he would be torn into pieces by the storm on the first step.

But Ying Xiu still didn't allow a second person to pollute the road he was going to take at this time.

Ying Xiu's eyes were fierce, and as soon as he entered his eyes, he saw a black-faced and white-soled boot stepping across the long steps in front of his eyes.

Flowers of wind, fire and frost splashed from the bottom of the boots, and the hem of the clothes reflected in the dim light of the blue light shook a few times.

Under Ying Xiu's frantically trembling gaze, that figure crossed the second step and reached the third step.

Ying Xiu stood up like five thunderbolts, ignoring the fatigue and severe pain in his body.

(End of this chapter)