Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

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The trumpets sounded in the royal city.

On the street, people who don't know why are talking about it.

But soon.

Then there were countless armored soldiers parading along the street with serious expressions.

Armed with weapons, the whole team quickly walked among the streets and alleys, dispersing all the ordinary people who stopped because of this matter, looked towards the direction of the king's city, and chatted with each other.

During this process, even if they encountered those gorgeously dressed nobles, the soldiers treated them equally.

Because this is the order issued by Zhao Wuling, the general of Wangcheng himself.

As for Da Sima, or the ruling Wu Mujun and other giants, they didn't show up about it, and they all agreed unanimously.

They all know what day it will be.

In this special time period, no accidents can be allowed to happen.

And Zhao Palace,

When the trumpet is played, the ancient bell is rung.

People related to today's big event.

All showed up one by one.

Before that, the guards in the sacred palace of the palace had been dispersed by Wu Mu Jun.

At this time, the sun is setting and the sun is approaching sunset, and dusk falls.

Following him, he stopped in front of the sacred and resplendent palace.

just looking back,

Then I saw several figures walking out one after another in the void.

First, the giant with a heavy hammer and mottled combat boots, with half of his body bare and countless scars on it, arrived first.

And on his left hand side was a middle-aged man in court uniform, majestic in black robes, but with a vaguely unhappy expression on his face.

There is no Mujun in the blood of King Zhao who ruled in the palace;

General Zhao Wuling, and Grand Sima Yuxiang!

Since then, the three giants who are now in charge of the Zhao family have all arrived!

Besides.

A ray of breeze that seemed to be everywhere turned into a Taoist in green shirt, his brows were smiling, as if he was one with nature.

Just when the green-clothed Taoist was about to arrive, two chess pieces, one black and one white, compatible with each other, opening and closing yin and yang, walked out of two mysterious existences beside him.

Both of them are dressed in black and white clothes, but the details of the clothes are quite different. One is more mysterious, even the face is hidden in the hood, making it hard to see clearly.

As for the other person, the aura around him was all the time, not all revealing a sharp edge, but his face was extremely kind, with a smile, which made people feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

It is the three great sages of a hundred schools who are dormant in the city of King Zhao——

Daomai Zhuangzhou, Yinyang Dongjun, Mr. Zongheng Guigu!
The six giants, come to the front of the palace!

Immediately afterwards, the movement stopped for less than a moment.

But as there was a crimson color in the distance, rendering the sky, another climax!
It was an extremely piercing sword intent, vast, majestic, and even transformed into a celestial phenomenon, which overwhelmed the feeling of dusk and twilight.

Aware of this strong and scorching sword energy.

Everyone feels something in their hearts, and they all look back.

Especially Wu Mujun, who was pregnant with the blood of the king, was even more terrified at this moment, and couldn't help but look towards the source of the movement.

At this glance, he saw Yujian Huahong, and in just one breath, the figure in white appeared in front of everyone!

He has a calm demeanor, a red fluorescent long sword engraved with the pattern of an ancient black bird, held in his palm, even though he is young, he still has the demeanor of a master.

It's Jiqiu!

At this moment, the seven giants are here!
Breathing out lightly, Wu Mujun's eyelids trembled.

For some reason, when he saw the sword Ji Qiu was holding for the first time, he felt a kind of...
A slight sense of fear!
It's like seeing a natural enemy!
It's ridiculous!

But right now there are many people, and it is a critical time.

Wu Mujun calmed down, but still forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

He inadvertently turned his eyes away, no longer continued to stare at Ji Qiu, but just sorted out his mood, and then brought up the nobleness that belonged to the king's blood again.

Afterwards, he brought out a bit of gentleness and seemed not so unapproachable, and nodded to everyone present one by one:

"I believe you all know who the horn is playing for."

"So I'm here, so I won't go into too much detail."

He paused, and began to use a very sacred tone, looking at the slightly desolate royal palace against the dusk, and continued:
"My Zhao family lineage was established by King Wu, and it has been more than a thousand years now."

"From now on, the king has declined to the extreme and fell into madness. He is no longer willing to conquer the kingdoms and drink blood to survive."

"He wandered in the vast northern desert, in the cemetery of countless heroic spirits where the Zhao clan fought, and gave the last king's order for my ministers of the Zhao clan."

"Hold a war ceremony and bury the king in Beimo!"

"The great sages from other lands are all strong men invited by me and the general."

"Your strength has been recognized by my generation."

"So today, join me in participating in this sacred sacrifice!"

Wu Mujun's eyes were burning and his expression was solemn, then he raised his arm and waved it.

On the table in front of the king's palace, the golden goblet wine displayed floated out of nowhere and poured into each cup one by one. There were seven in total, which was exactly the number of people.

Afterwards, Wu Mujun waved his sleeves and sent the wine to the giants:

"Everyone, please drink."

"Then, go to the king with me, and give the king of the Zhao family a vigorous farewell!"

Listen to these impassioned words.

Ji Qiu watched from the sidelines, but did not refute.

But like everyone else, just drink up the wine and let it go.

This is a festival of war.

Wu Mujun, as the direct blood of King Yong of Zhao Wu, is also the most legal successor. His activeness in holding the war ceremonies for King Yong's oral instructions is unrivaled.

Even Zhao Wuling was not as active as he was. This person didn't even know what price and bargaining chip he had paid to bring the leaders of the Zongheng family and the Yin-Yang family into the game.

can invite them.
The promised things should be extremely important.

At least Zhao Wuling verbally promised Ji Qiu a Jiuding.

The other few are not easy to get along with.

Even if it's not a lion with a big mouth, it may not be small if you want to come to the picture.

Just looking at the gloomy face of the great Sima of the Zhao family, Ji Qiu knew that among all the people present, he was the only one who was the least willing.

But Naihe is alone and weak, and his words can't stir up many storms.

after all
The previous king has gone, so the new king has ascended the throne.

Ji Qiu smiled.

If nothing else, that should be the case.

Of course, none of this had much to do with him.

In his eyes, only the treasure of luck called "Yong Wang Ding" by Zhao Wu Wang Yong is the most important.

As long as he sacrifices the Nine Tripods left by the Zhao Kingdom, his cultivation will be able to increase further, and at that time, he will go east and suppress the Lord Jiang Qi together with the princes of Jixia, and he will be able to travel all over the world with confidence. , gather Jiuding,

Then, the destiny of the Zhou royal family was completely overturned.

that's it.

The seven top epic beings from all over the world and the entire Zhaotu gathered in front of the palace to drink the last glass of wine.

The next line is to gallop across the North Desert, to pay a funeral for Zhao Wu Wang Yong at the origin of his fortune!

They have their own thoughts and goals, but the only goal of this trip is the same.

Evening paves the way for them.

After leaving the royal city, the brilliant golden gravel and the vast northern desert are the witnesses they have stepped on.

As a Tier [-] powerhouse, an existence like Ji Qiu has already far surpassed the mundane, and is even only one step away from being comparable to the so-called sacred.

Therefore, under their feet, 'distance' is just an extremely vague vocabulary.

Because often, with just one step, they can appear hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles away. This is the realm of the world of one thought, a level that is far unimaginable for Jindan real people.

It hardly took long.

These existences have crossed long distances one after another, and arrived at the vast desert where King Yong of Zhao Wu exiled himself.

Beimo, the undefeated ancient road.

This long corridor and ancient road built in the vast desert was originally built to commemorate Zhao Wu Wang Yongcong, a barbarian who drank blood, accepted the baptism of the sacred "Tian Xing Jun" in the sky, and became a primitive blood god.

This square wall, originally a small city, is the origin of all things.

Its meaning is to worship the existence named 'Tian Xing Jun' and to bury countless heroic spirits of warriors who accompanied Wu Wang Yong in his life here.

But as the years go by.

Now Wu Wangyong fell into madness.

This ancient yellow sand road, which he once named "Invincible", also changed its meaning accordingly, and became his insurmountable natural moat.

Because beyond that is the country he once created.

Even if he fell into madness and wandered aimlessly on the boundless gravel, he never crossed this threshold to destroy everything he had built with his own hands.

Ji Qiu stood beside the dark ancient road, above the city wall lighthouse, blowing the cold wind in the desert, looking at the so-called 'prisoners' who were confined by this ancient road.

It was an extremely huge figure, with a body several feet high, even stronger than Zhao Wuling.

He was wearing a dark red armor, wrapped in chains and chains, his face was covered in blood, his face could not be seen clearly, only ferocity and madness remained.

A rusty war spear was tightly held in his palm, and behind him was a big tripod engraved with birds, beasts, and mountains and rivers of the country of Zhao!

He sat on the vast gravel, as if he was resting, he didn't even open his eyes.

but,
The sand and soil around him were riddled with holes, and there were countless large and small holes.

It can be seen that the surface of this land has even shifted a lot downward.

It should be the result of this person being unable to restrain himself when he was angry and mad.

Long yellow sand, alone.

It's hard to imagine that this is a once brilliant blood king who suppressed Qin in the west, conquered Yan in the north, rejected the three Jins, and reached Jiang Qi in the east!

From now on, thousands of years have passed!

Thousands of years of wind and frost have washed away the glory brought by the blood of the gods on his body.

After countless years, what still remains in his body is the heavy price that is completely opposite to the supreme authority!
Every king has a different life expectancy, and the backlash he suffered in the end is also different.

As for Zhao Wu Wang Yong, his price is to become a monster who will fall into the abyss forever and only know bloodthirsty and madness before the time comes.

That was the price he had received for his power.

So, he wants to end his life.

Therefore, there was a war festival held for himself!

Right now, he is no longer the king he was at the peak of the year. He has fallen into madness. Although he is still tyrannical and aggressive, he is no longer invincible!

And the giants gathered from all sides.

Just here, I personally send a god of blood to the king of extinction!
【Zhao Wu Wang Yong】

【Born in the boundless desert, a barbarian who drank blood. At the end of the Xuanshang period a long time ago, because of his unique leadership style, he was watched by Tian Xingjun and received a so-called 'gift' from the sacred. 】

【He has obtained the authority of 'bloodthirsty', and he can obtain more stalwart and stronger power from the endless slaughter. 】

【Therefore, he obeyed the order of Tian Xingjun, organized allegiance to his own clan, under the banner of Emperor Zhou, followed the first Jin Lord, and started the war to destroy Xuanshang. 】

[In every battle, he must be the first. Most of the eight hundred princes of Xuanshang fell under one of his spears, trampled on numerous corpses, set a tripod in Muye, and broke Chaoge. His name resounded throughout Kyushu, and he even secretly captured There is a nine tripod, which has the appearance of cracking the earth to seal the king! 】

[Later, he was granted the title of emperor and served the first generation of Jin Lord in the land of the Jin Dynasty. As time went by, the first generation of Jin Lord reached the peak of the divine blood, unwilling to be swallowed by the divine blood, so he fought desperately, broke through and died. On the eve of the succession of his descendants, Zhao Yong, Wei and Han clans launched the "Dark Night Change" and usurped the kingdom of the Three Jins. 】

[He established the Kingdom of the Zhao Clan on the edge of the Northern Desert, and became the King of the Seven Blood Gods who was famous in Kyushu according to word of mouth! 】

[Since then, he has fought in the south and the north, and has never lost a single defeat. He was once known as the strongest existence of divine blood other than the emperor of Zhou! 】

[But the more powerful the character, the more he will suffer from the backlash from the blood of the gods. His nightmare finally came when Qian Fan was exhausted. 】

[Having been tyrannical all his life, he finally found out that it was just a sacred plaything in the sky. Zhao Yong was extremely angry, but found that he could not resist. He even destroyed the original statue of Tian Xingjun, but He did not come. 】

[Helpless, he had no choice but to become a crazy monster, so he imprisoned himself in the once-named "Invincible Ancient Road", wandering the vast northern desert all day long, promulgating royal orders, holding ceremonies, and wanting to use battle way to end the last glory of this life. 】

[Simulation evaluation: One of the strongest divine-blood creatures on this land, but in the eyes of some people, the ups and downs of life are just a little joke. 】

Ji Qiu's eyes flashed brightly in an instant, and he deduced all the trajectory of this king's life.

The more reincarnation, seeing the life trajectory of these characters, Ji Qiu can't help feeling more emotional.

Time and years are really the most ruthless things under this world.

It can turn beauties into skeletons, heroes into dust, righteous people into ruthless people, careerists into mountains and fields, and countless seas into mulberry fields.

The changes in the world are often only a few thousand years, and that is enough.

Even great supernatural beings who have reached this level, such as Zhao Wu Wang Yong.

The end is not the same.
so sad.

It was as if he had noticed Ji Qiu's silent gaze.

It seems to have seen that the other roads are like morning stars, facing the afterglow that is about to end, they have arrived at the existence of this undefeated ancient road one after another.

The mad king wearing mottled red armor and holding a spear slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are red.

At the same time, he let out an inaudible roar like a beast, which even shook the whole earth.

His mountain-like body slowly stood up.
The vast dust shakes.

Countless gravel fragments, large and small, gathered into boulders one after another, like the shining stars in the sky, floating in the air with the standing of this stalwart figure, and turned all the surrounding world into him. territory!

Seven giants exist, divided into four directions.

Their eyes were only on the mad king.

At this moment, the wind and sand in the desert seemed to be playing the prelude to the funeral.

This is a big event destined to be engraved in this era!
Too
It is the first war where a mortal actually swung his blade at the king of blood!
Epic battle.

It will be triggered immediately!