The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

...Boom boom boom,

There was an urgent knock on the door outside the Wangcheng Ancestral Hall.

The commander of the Imperial City forbidden army has no spare time to let his servants tell about the terrorist incidents that have happened in the city one by one.

I broke into the door of the ancestral hall in disregard of the rules,

"My lord, something has happened, my lord!"

The commander of the imperial army eagerly hopes that the son Wushang can come out to preside over the overall situation,

The people who died in Changhe have turned into ghosts to avenge the royal city,

As a king,

It's hard to beat, shouldn't he end this disaster with his own hands,

Squeak~~~

The generous door gradually opened,

The figure of Young Master Wushang appeared in front of the leader,

he,

An indescribable aura permeated all over his body, and the commander who was forced by a huge force to retreat back and forth,

That power of fear seems to be able to swallow people in an instant,

"Didn't King Gu said that no one can disturb me without my permission."

The son said impatiently,

He just swallowed the ashes of all the ancestors, he needs enough time to restore harmony,

"My lord, the corpses piled up in the river have turned into ghosts. They are now killing the people unscrupulously in the city. You can't stand by and watch."

"That's our citizens of Xiaoyu, you have to find a way to stop it anyway."

The leader said helplessly,

Ghosts?

Ghost again!

Wushang was touched by the weakest heartstring in the bottom of my heart,

Why should I be involved with ghosts at all times,

Haven’t the two ghosts of Nine Thousand Years Old and Qingying Fei Slaughter have returned to the human world?

How can there be ghosts in the owland,

"You trash, can't even deal with mere ghosts!"

The son asked without sorrow,

"My lord, there are so many ghosts that we can't resist. Now the people in the city have already been killed if they didn't kill them. Please think of a solution quickly."

"waste!"

The prince said resentfully,

My body still needs time to fuse the power of the ashes of the heroic spirits,

But the appearance of ghosts completely disrupted his nature,

When I think of myself being oppressed by those ghosts,

The son Wushang became violent,

Throwing a blank-faced commander of the imperial army,

moment,

He turned into a ray of light and rushed straight to the king's city,

Advancing to the commander did not think that the king had such a cultivation base,

Fortunately, Wangcheng was saved,

On the one hand, he wondered why the king came to the ancestral hall in the middle of the night.

Is it because of using ghosts to seize the throne and feel guilty?

The leader is suspicious,

Can not help but secretly look into the ancestral hall,

this! ! !

A shocking scene appeared before his eyes,

The spiritual positions of the wise kings in the history of Xiaoyu were scattered on the ground, and the brocade boxes containing their ashes were also thrown aside.

How about every brocade box is empty,

A feeling of abhorrent cold can be produced in the heart of the commander of the Forbidden Army.

Thoughts that shouldn’t have appeared gradually emerged in his mind.

Your Majesty, shouldn't you have done something that the world can't do...

Blood stained,

Muddy,

Smelly,

Has become synonymous with the interior of the royal city,

The brocade clothes on Master Wushang's body were stained with filth, but his eyes were abnormally calm.

In front of him is a group of dirty carrion corpses crazily approaching him,

The power of merit that has been integrated into the body is vented out uncontrollably, and reflected in the royal city, golden light is brilliant,

The carrion corpse was blown away by the golden light before it touched the son's Wushang body,

The magnificent power seems to be able to encircle the entire royal city,

Those people who were frightened by his majesty knelt in front of the son Wushang, thanking the king for his gift,

He didn't look at the people more,

The power is seduced by ghosts and becomes more violent,

Gongzi Wushang’s eyes are full of loathing and killing of ghosts,

Along the way,

Whenever you see the shadow of a carrion corpse, the breath in Young Master Wushang's body will pour out without his control.

rainstorm,

Ended,

A brand new dawn is ushered in the royal city,

But also after countless lives died,

Ah~~~

The son Wushang didn’t know how many carrion he had killed, waiting for him to follow the route of the carrion into the city all the way to the edge of the long river.

There are still some remaining carrion corpses and corpses that have not been transformed by dead pen scholars.

The number of dead bodies blocking the long river has dropped sharply,

The tainted river resumed its normal flow,

The turbulent river gleamed, splashing water hit the son Wushang’s face,

King Jinse’s robe has lost its former color,

The son Wushang knelt on the ground and endured the backlash of the heroic spirits of the ancestors,

Driven by such descendants, the ancestors of the past have felt an unprecedented humiliation.

Even if the status quo cannot be changed,

They also have to use their only remaining power to make the son of life better than death,

"You guys! You guys!"

The son roared in anger,

Why didn’t he understand his original intention and his helplessness,

This kingship,

It’s something he wants to get no matter what, no one can take it from him,

No one can,

The last trace of reverence for ancestors turned into resentment,

The son’s innocent temperament changed drastically,

The mutilated carrion gradually approached the son Wushang,

Suddenly,

The son Wushang stood up from the ground under the severe pain,

The magnificent power of merit seems to have been distorted by the transformation of his nature.

"You guys can't stop me."

With a twisted smile on the corners of Gongzi Wushang's mouth, he looked at the carrion near him,

that moment,

He counterbalanced the power of the carrion,

Immediately, it was like the power that swallowed the ashes of the ancestors,

Swallow the carrion,

One is not enough, then two,

three,

Four...

Devouring these ghosts one by one, let their sins also fill their own bodies, and counterbalance the power of the ancestors’ heroic spirits.

Let them surrender forever under their own coercion,

He is the king,

To achieve the level that all humans, ghosts and gods are in awe,

A hundred thousand corpses,

Only half of the dead scholars have been converted, and the corpses washed away by the river are not counted. There are at least 20,000 to 30,000 left in place.

The son Wushang just stayed in Changhe for three days and three nights.

Swallow all the carrion or corpses you can see into your body,

The stench covering the left and right sides of the royal city is gone,

The corpses blocking the flow of the long river are gone,

Only the rest,

Only the son, who was covered with sores, half-human, half-ghost, and half-immortal, was innocent,

The palace was quiet for three days,

No one dared to enter the open ancestral hall for a while, but what happened inside was passed on by word of mouth.

The secret of Lord Wushang is no longer a secret.

"Hey, have you heard about the ancestral hall."

"It's up to you to say it, maybe it's true."

"Is that still false? Our new king is really amazing enough, even the ancestors will not let it go, hey..."

"What the **** is this king, if it weren't for those two horrible ghosts, he could ascend to the throne, I'm!"

"Speak down, don't let others hear you."

"I heard that this beast has disappeared for several days. It would be best if he died outside."

The two imperial soldiers guarded the palace and talked about the bizarre incident.

Xiaoyu is in such a situation as it is today, but no one wanted to fight it.

After all, I have never heard of it,

What the son Wushang did is regarded as unprecedented in the history of Xiaoyu.

A foul smell rushed to the two of them.

The imperial soldiers covered their noses one after another, guessing the source of the smell,

"Kings?"

The front end of the palace,

Distributing men in Jinse filthy robes appeared in front of them,

The son's innocent body passed by the Forbidden Army,

The foul smell becomes more intense,

Even after he walked by, the lifeless connection continued,

As if the living person has become a ghost,

The horrified imperial army could not believe what they saw before them.

The hands of the son Wushang kept trembling, and the ghost energy and merits combined with the heroic spirits of the ancestors formed a chaos in his body, and the interlaced forces continued to attack the already devastated body.

Relying on my beliefs,

The son Wushang has not been completely torn into pieces of strength,

Puff~~~

Wait till you enter the main hall,

The ghost energy gushing out of the blood spattered around the ministers,

In an instant, the skin of those people was ulcerated, and they fell to the ground with ugly faces.

"what!"

The ministers were frightened and at a loss,

But the son Wushang sat on the throne as if nothing happened.

A minister boldly told me what happened in the royal city during his absence in the past few days.

He also treated it as if he hadn't heard,

Over time,

Many ministers can only leave the palace hall temporarily,

King,

Became like this,

Xiaoyu has no hope anymore,

After some ministers returned to their homes, they immediately ordered their servants to count their bags and prepare to leave without saying goodbye.

By now,

Staying in the royal city will not end well,

Most of the loyal ministers who really care about Xiaoyu died in that rebellion,

The remaining people either choose to protect themselves,

Either choose to stay away from this set of right and wrong places before even greater embarrassment comes,

The son Wushang sat on the throne and never left.

Neither eat nor drink,

No one speaks to him without responding,

Over time,

Thick sores burst out on his body, and the filth flowed throughout the palace hall,

Completely tarnished the once solemn symbol of kingship,

It's like purgatory.