God Emperor of Sword Domain

Chapter 1819 The Chance of Survival (Third Watch)

After the angry Minggu Emperor kicked over his fellow clan, he pointed at Ye Xuan and cursed: "You humble creature, from the moment you stood on the throne of the ancestor of God, you are a blasphemy against the Minggu Emperor!"

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a light smile: "Am I humble? Your aloof and immortal emperors, because they were afraid of my strength, left you lowly things and ran for their lives. The pathetic faith in your heart, Do you still need me to blaspheme?"

"you!"

The angry people of Minggu imperial clan shouted excitedly: "You dare to blaspheme the immortal ancestors of Minggu world, you will regret it one day."

Ye Xuan sneered and said, "I'm blasphemy, so what can you do?"

Faith was dealt a heavy blow, and the Minggu imperial clan was so angry that they lost control. They yelled and pulled out the dagger at their waist, and rushed to the emperor's throne, wanting to kill Ye Xuan, the blasphemer.

It's just that they just stepped on the steps of the emperor's throne, and arrows shot from behind, nailing these angry and out-of-control Minggu emperors to the steps.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of corpses were nailed to the steps of the emperor's throne.

So many died at once, and the rest of the Minggu emperors who were angry because their beliefs were desecrated calmed down because of fear, and retreated one after another.

Ye Xuan looked at the receding Minggu emperors and said with a sneer, "It seems that your beliefs are not too sacred, and life is more important, isn't it?"

"Ants, don't be complacent, one day the emperor will cut off your head and punish you for your deep sins!" A Minggu priest cursed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a feathered arrow flew over, pierced his abdomen, and nailed him to the stone pillar in front of the steps.

The Feather Arrow just pierced his abdomen, but didn't kill him completely.

Ye Xuan looked at him and asked, "How did a trash who left you lowly fellows and ran away alone become your belief? I feel sad when I think about it."

Blood foamed from the mouth of this Minggu priest, and he cursed angrily, but as the blood continued to flow, death was approaching him.

He finally began to feel afraid, no matter how holy his beliefs were, they were worthless in the face of death.

At the moment when the fear of death came, he finally started to feel scared, and begged for mercy: "Help me...help me..."

"Do you want to live?" Ye Xuan looked at him with contempt, like looking at a dying ant.

The Minggu priest was finally defeated by the fear of death, nodded and said: "I want to live, save me..."

Ye Xuan regained his cold and indifferent expression, and said loudly: "Spit off the emperor's throne, I will give you a chance to live."

"what……"

The Minggu priest was stunned, he was struggling in his heart, spurning the emperor's throne meant that he had also desecrated the emperor's throne, the immortal emperor, and the sacred belief of the Minggu imperial family.

However, when the blood kept flowing, when life was passing by little by little, when the fear of death fell on his head.

In the end, he gave in, opened his mouth and spit out saliva mixed with blood foam, cursing the sacred immortal ancestors of the Mingu imperial clan: "You were the one who abandoned us first! You are not worthy to become the faith of the Minggu imperial clan!"

Ye Xuan waved towards the army formation.

Two doctors accompanying the army stepped forward and carried the Minggu priest down to stop the bleeding.

Ye Xuan looked around again, and asked loudly again: "Do you want to live?"

This time, he was not cursed by Minggu Emperor Clan.

Ye Xuan raised his hand and pointed at the Emperor's Throne, and said loudly: "Tear down the Emperor's Throne, and you will live! Otherwise, after three days, the Ancient Underworld will be wiped out!"

After Ye Xuan finished speaking, he stepped down the steps and disappeared into the army formation.

The Longyuan army surrounded the emperor's throne for thousands of miles, and did not let any of the people of Minggu imperial clan go.

There are only three days, and once the three days are over, if the emperor's throne is not demolished, then all the Minggu emperors here will die.

The millions of people of the Minggu imperial clan under the emperor's throne began to quarrel fiercely.

Some support the demolition of the Emperor's Throne, while some insist on their beliefs and disagree with the demolition.

In the end, these Ming Gu emperors divided into two camps and quarreled with each other.

"The emperor didn't care about our lives or deaths, he left us and ran away, why should we protect the emperor's throne for him?" One side supported the demolition of the emperor's throne.

"This is the spiritual belief of the Minggu Emperor Clan, and it cannot be dismantled even in death!" The other side firmly opposed it.

"Then why don't you die?!"

"You should die!"

The two camps evolved from quarrels to conflicts, and battles broke out from time to time, but they did not immediately start dismantling the Emperor's Throne.

The leaders of the two camps gathered around the High Priest of Minggu, arguing fiercely.

"High Priest, what do you think we should do? The High Priest knows better than us how important the Emperor's Throne is, and it must not be dismantled!"

"If we don't dismantle it, we will die in three days. Now there are not three days left, only two days left. If you want to die, why don't you rush out and fight with the army of the Kyushu Realm to protect the pathetic belief in your heart!"

"The faith of the Minggu Emperor Clan is sacred!"

"What is sacred? So sacred that he leaves his people behind and flees? I have long heard rumors that the existence of Di Feitian is the greatest disaster for the Minggu imperial clan. In terms of talent, Emperor Fuyuyi is much stronger than him. Di Feitian occupies He has all the luck of Minggu Emperor Clan, but he cannot become Immortal. His title of Immortal Emperor Ancestor is just a joke!" A priest who knew the truth cried out in grief.

"The Emperor's ancestor is immortal! You are blaspheming the Emperor's ancestor!" roared the Minggu Emperor who persisted in their faith.

"Immortal? If it's really immortal, why can't he even win against a god emperor from the next world, and he doesn't even have the strength to resist. When he sees that human god emperor, he runs away!" The ancient priest of the Ming Dynasty cried bitterly. questioned.

"High Priest, tell me, what should we do? We all listen to you."

"Yes! High priest, how to make a decision is up to you!"

The two sides could not settle down, and finally handed over the decision-making power to the high priest with the highest status in the Minggu world.

The high priest of Minggu had a gloomy face and said nothing.

He can sit in the position of high priest, so he can think of more things than other people of the same race.

He knew why Ye Xuan didn't kill them, why he gave them a chance to choose.

In fact, if the Longyuan army wanted to dismantle the Emperor's Throne, it only needed to be bombarded to solve it.

However, Ye Xuan did not do this.

These stupid people of the Minggu Emperor Clan didn't know the reason, but the Minggu high priest knew it very well.

Whatever the cause, there are only two outcomes.

Either dismantle the Emperor's Throne, or be slaughtered after three days.

There is no third way to go.

Because, the Minggu Realm had already lost this battle, and the defeat was complete. It ended with the emperor's escape, and there was no possibility of restoring the situation.

(End of this chapter)