Chapter 1147 (1/2)
The underworld, the secluded holy court, the imperial capital.
With several subordinates, he stood outside the capital and looked at the towering city.
”Young master, do you really want to persuade you Shen Sheng Wang? It is impossible for every holy king to give up at will. Besides, even if the ancestors come and the saints persuade them, they can't give up? ” A subordinate worried.
”Others, I may not be able to say, but the holy king is not necessarily, he owes me a great favor!”
”Ah?”
”When the old ancestor preached, the holy king of Youshen was still a monk. He went to listen to the preaching, but he could not do it. He almost died. But my father saved him and introduced him to the ancestor himself. Without my father's help, he would not have achieved today! ” He said definitely.
”Ah?”
”Let's go. I know the character of this man. I dare to issue a writ in the central hall because I know the king of Youshen. Otherwise, how could I have the writ? At worst, I can force him to leave the territory of ghosts He said definitely.
”Yes! You are wise A group of subordinates immediately said.
”Hoo!”
Turn desolate and take people into the imperial capital of the holy court.
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the holy court of fury!
Above chaotang! Zuo tianhun, the holy king of soul anger, sits on a dragon chair overlooking the court hall.
The atmosphere in the court hall was extremely depressed. The result is obviously not good.
”Newspaper!” Outside the hall came a sound of Jiao Hu.
Soon, a general rushed into the hall.
”Bao, the holy king, Chen Jiu, head of the first army, died in his own life!” The soldier cried.
”Pa!” A strong anger flashed in Zuo tianhun's eyes.
Above the court hall, there was an uproar. The head of the first army died in his life. Was it not the front line but also the loss of a large number of cities?
”Holy king, Dazhen Shengting is coming fiercely. Four tenths of the territory of Shengting has been lost. Holy king, at this moment, we must let go of our prejudices about the two dynasties of Youshen and make an alliance against Dazhen.” An official said anxiously.
”Alliance?” Left tianhun's eyes narrowed slightly.
When Dazhen sent out his troops, the holy court of soul anger was a national resistance, but even so, it was still failing.
This big Zhen is too fierce!
No one had thought that Dazhen would send troops so quickly. It won't be long before we'll be in the city.
”Holy king, there is no eternal hatred, only eternal interests. When Dazhen is destroyed by our two dynasties, we will fight against each other again.” Another official said.
”I seconded it!”
”I seconded it!”
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Suddenly, in the hall, the ministers seconded.
”Zhun, Minister of rites, go to youshengting in person to persuade Youshen Shengwang to jointly resist Dazhen's atrocity!” Said Zuo tianhun.
”I obey my orders!” Exclaimed an official.
After going down to the court, all the officials left. In the hall of the court meeting, Zuo tianhun sat on a dragon chair, tapping his fingers gently, and his eyes flashed with anger.
”Where did Yan Chuan come from? Although my left heavenly soul is in the left family, I am still a member of the left family, hum! ” Left sky soul in the eye a cold.
”Hoo!”
Step by step, Zuo tianhun disappears in place.
Soon, Zuo tianhun appeared in a valley surrounded by Yin Qi.
Outside the valley, a large number of ghosts were driven by some soldiers with whips.
”No, I don't want to go there!”
”Ah
”Help me!”
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In the valley, there was an endless cry, which was unbeatable.
”Pa!”
”Come on in!”
”No, I don't!”
Outside the valley, endless ghosts struggle to escape, but under the whip, there is no place to escape. They are driven into the valley one by one, or some people who can not be driven are directly thrown into it.
”See the king!” A group of officers and soldiers suddenly saw the left heaven soul respectfully way.
Zuo tianhun didn't pay attention to it, but stepped on the top of a mountain and looked at the scenery in the valley.
In the valley, there is a black dragon hovering in the valley.
The whole body of the black dragon exudes a faint black light, his eyes are suffused with blood light, and a strong evil spirit sends out. Looking at one eye, he feels cold in his heart.
Countless ghosts and ghosts were driven into the valley, struggling, and inhaled by the black dragon.
”Ah ”No!”... ”
No matter how much struggle is useless, the black dragon has been swallowing ghosts.
”Ghost dragon, seven evil spirits!” Left sky soul cries.
The black dragon turned his head and looked at the left sky soul at the top of the mountain.