In the 542nd year of Yunchuan, the winter of this year was particularly cold. The grasslands in Beichuan had been bent by the snow, and the cattle and sheep were broken. The river guarding outside Liuyuan City had long been frozen. It was in this year that the old Yan Emperor in Xuanyuan Temple could not withstand time and bid farewell to this chaotic rule.

"His Majesty Yan Emperor has been in power for 80 years and has been committed to balancing all races. Now, he may not be able to suppress all races!"

"Who said it was not! His Majesty Yan Emperor worked hard for many years, kept his strength and was determined to unify all races and end this chaotic situation for thousands of years, but it was ultimately impossible to resist God's will!"

"Alas! The Saint Emperor Shiyuan Light passed away for only two hundred years, and the five clans were divided and have been in chaos. I don't know when it will be the end!"

Xuanyuan Emperor Temple was already a Su Xiaoling Hall. Before the coffin of Emperor Yan was buried, the elders of the Emperor Temple began to worry about the bleak and dark future.

The wind is cold and the spirit banners are flying. Xuanyuan Emperor Temple is always open to its high pavilion. This temple that has been standing for thousands of years of humanity seems particularly sad and lonely at this time. At this time, a carriage is parked outside the deserted temple. It is said to be a carriage, but it is not the ordinary red throne. Since the ancient Holy Emperor established humanitarian rules, only nobles can enjoy carriages and horses, and even ordinary wealthy people cannot surpass etiquette. This is etiquette!

Even ordinary nobles use mostly Rising Feng Chibi from Beichuan Caomo. This horse's hair is as bloody as blood, traveling thousands of miles a day and pedaling like the wind. It is said that it is the branch bloodline of ancient strange beasts. The car-driven cork in front of him uses dragon scale beasts. The dragon and qilin are all ancient divine beasts. The dragon is lustful. When thousands of beasts come to pay tribute, they often interbreed with each other. It is said that this beast is a branch of the descendants of Tianlong and Qilin. Even if it is a false saying, Qilin is both a divine beast and a holy beast. When the ancient human emperor was in power, he was often accompanied by others and had no companion for life! But even so, it can be seen that the extraordinaryness of this beast is, and the owner of this car-driven cork uses the dragon scale beast with the specifications of the sixteen riders. The identity can be imagined!

A man in gorgeous clothes walked down the fragrant car. Although he was middle-aged, he could not hide his handsomeness. The handsomeness revealed the majesty of a superior. People dared not look at him. At this time, the attendant had already come out to greet him!

"Prince..." The attendant leaned over and knelt down and was about to get a luggage.

"Forget it!" The man in the gorgeous clothes walked straight into his face, not even looking.

When they arrived at the mourning hall, the elders who were burning incense and guarding the spirits saw the people coming, they all stood up, tidied up their clothes, and bowed to the men in the gorgeous clothes, saying: "I have seen the Zhen Luo King."

"Elders, don't be too polite!" King Zhenluo waved his hand slightly, and after that, he came to the main hall, standing in front of the coffin of Emperor Lao Yan, with his eyes empty, as if he was reminiscent and sad! At this time, the attendant handed over a pillar of Lingxiang. King Zhenluo retracted his thoughts, took the Lingxiang and bowed to the coffin of Emperor Lao Yan three times.

The elders stood behind King Zhenluo and remained silent for a long time. At this time, one of the elders said, "The former emperor left, and all the family members were mourning, but the country was still there, and the ambitions of the late emperor were not fulfilled. I also asked the king to put the overall situation first, the clan and the people and the country first, to be mournful and follow the changes, and to continue the ambitions of the late emperor."

The Zhen Luo King paused, then slowly turned around, his eyes changed, sharp and majestic, and he should not be despised.

"The elders said it is reasonable. The former emperor passed away, and the worries of all races are still there. Liuyuan City has been a humanitarian holy land since the ancient times of the Emperor of the Emperor. It has occupied the title of great righteousness and is the orthodox and the opportunity of luck. Therefore, even after the rebellion of the five clans, the other four clans still abide by the etiquette and law and govern the south. Every year, they will come here to worship the sacrifices every spring and autumn. This time, the death of the late emperor has been passed down from the world. According to the ancestor system, half a month later, there will be a great ceremony for the burial ceremony. All races should come to watch the ceremony and worship! I am afraid that this sacrifice will not be that simple." King Zhenluo's eyes flashed and his face was deep.

"What the prince said is very much." At this time, an elder said: "The late emperor is a genius who has not been born in the world for five hundred years. He was already famous in Yunchuan when he was young and has a reputation among all races. There are also rumors that the late emperor received the inheritance of the Holy Emperor Xinliuyuan in his early years. His merits and fortunes were related to his fortune. No one knew its depth. Since he succeeded the throne of Yan, he has worked hard to govern. He was originally expected to unify Yunchuan and build a foundation forever. Unfortunately..." Speaking of this, the elder looked gloomy, shook his head, and remained silent.

King Zhenluo sighed: "So because other races captured the power of the late emperor, they have not dared to act rashly in recent years. But once the late emperor left, I am afraid that all races will be ready to move. This time, I am afraid that the sacrifice ceremony is fake, and the real is real."

Speaking of this, the atmosphere in the mourning hall was suddenly a little depressed. The human race has been in chaos until now. The old Yan Emperor, who has always been in charge of the overall situation and has affected the world's aura, suddenly passed away. The humanitarian inheritance is really dark and hard to understand.

King Zhenluo stood in front of the hall, looked up at the distance, looking into the sky in the distance. The sky in winter was particularly refreshing and clean. When the cold wind blew, the sky was washed a little white. After a long silence, King Zhenluo said in a deep voice: "No matter what, you must respond carefully to this burial ceremony. Since it comes, you should be at ease!" The endless loneliness and helplessness were revealed in his words.

Beichuan Grass Desert, this prairie has stood on the Beichuan Wasteland since the time of the Emperor of Humanity, and raised a Beichuan people. It has been passed down for ten thousand years. It can be said that this grass desert is not only a place for the Beichuan people to recuperate, but also a holy place in the hearts of the Beichuan people, and it is also the place where the Beichuan royal court is located.

At this time, Caomo Royal Court, in a high pavilion, a lantern withered oil was lit up, making the room dim and dim. A man in a wide robe sat upright, and he stood up and came out along the railing, with deep eyes and looking at the south.

Suddenly, a black shadow slowly appeared behind him and gradually gathered into a human form, just like his shadow. Before he could ask, the black shadow heard the deepest saying: "The old Yan Emperor in the Southern Wilderness is dead!"

The pavilion suddenly became extremely quiet. The man in a wide robe was silent for a while and raised his hand to signal slightly. The black shadow slowly disappeared and never appeared. The man's eyes suddenly became lonely.

"For more than a hundred years, God seems to be tired of fighting. You are as beautiful as you have reached the end of this road. After all, the power of the virtual magic and magical power are not as many as the number of days, and the world will be lonely from now on." The old man in a wide robe sighed in a deep voice, with endless sadness and loneliness in his voice.

"Is the Void Power dead? Hahaha...... The Void Power is hard to defeat, and it is impossible to defeat the number of days after all!" Xiyuan, in the Pillar Temple, an old man in white robe seemed crazy at this time, smiling to the sky, unable to describe it.

"Give me instructions to go to the Xiyuan Banquet, I want to celebrate three days and three nights! Hahaha..."

"Your Majesty, the old Emperor Yan has just passed away. If our Xiyuan had such a big banquet, I would be afraid that it would be spread..." At this time, an elder next to him reminded.

After hearing this, the old man snorted coldly and said, "What are you afraid of? I am still afraid of him in this world. Now he is just a dead person. Can you still suppress me? Let's spread it? Humph, the Nanhuang without the Void Power is just a wild beast without minions."

The elders on the side did not dare to say much after hearing this, and bowed back. The death of Emperor Yan was indeed a big change for Xiyuan. It was not just a private banquet for His Majesty to vent his anger, but also a lot of things to prepare.

If Nanhuang Xinyuan City is a humanitarian holy land, then Yunli City in Zhongzhou is the most prosperous place in the entire Yunchuan. At this time, the emperor of Zhongzhou frowned and remained silent, leaving the Buddha thinking about something! Only when the martial arts hall is concerned about major matters, the emperor of Zhongzhou will discuss with the elders of the clan again.

"Oh, it's really bad. Old Yan Emperor passed away at this time. If he delayed for two years, the situation in the entire Yunchuan would be completely different, at least he would not be as passive as he is now." Faced with such a big change in the passing of Yan Emperor, even if he was as calm as he was, the emperor of Zhongzhou was anxious.

"Your Majesty, you have been supporting Emperor Yan over the years, balancing and weakening the forces of all races in order to unify Yunchuan as soon as possible. However, Yunchuan has been divided for thousands of years. Some people have long been accustomed to this country's words. They have long complained about the old ministers headed by Tu'anya in the policy meeting of the Presbyterian Church that supported Emperor Yan over the years. This time, there are probably a lot of disputes. The situation in Yunchuan will change, which is an unchangeable fact."

The Emperor of Zhongzhou remained silent and said for a long time: "The Emperor Yan has been in power for more than 80 years and has been keeping his low profile. No one knows the depth of the Southern Wilderness. Even I have never seen it clearly. Therefore, he dared not act rashly before the various races explored the true strength of the Southern Wilderness. Moreover, although Emperor Yan died, his remaining power is still there, and there are many believers among all races. In the short term, Yunchuan cannot change the sky." The Emperor of Zhongzhou is indeed mature and steadfast, with a sharp eye, and he pointed out the situation in one sentence.

At this time, an elder asked, "So, according to Your Majesty, which king will the Southern Wilderness inherit the position of Yan Emperor this time?"

In the past, except for the Southern Wilderness, the great cause of the kings is passed down from blood. Because the Southern Wilderness inherited the orthodox of the ancient emperors and the capital was a humanistic holy realm, the ceremony of selecting and abdicating the rituals since the rebellion of the Five Clans was preserved.

The emperor of Zhongzhou thought to himself: "The Eight Kings of the Southern Desert are all outstanding people in the world. However, when Emperor Yan was alive, he told me: Although the kings today are respectful and obedient, filial and filial, they cannot be profound. They can rely on the king's career, but they have more wisdom but not enough energy. Only the King of True Luo has wisdom and intelligence, and the great momentum has been completed. The king's energy is accumulated in nature, and the great cause can be entrusted! As I expected, the one who succeeds the throne of Emperor Yan this time should be Zhen Luo."

The emperor of Zhongzhou looked firm and his eyes flashed. He held the railing and looked at the vast scenery of the clouds and separated, and didn't know what he was thinking!

It was in this year that historians recorded that in 524 of Yunchuan, Emperor Yan of the Southern Wilderness was flocked and offered to the Emperor Xuanyuan Temple. In February of the same year, the Dongyi civil war, King Yiling led the Muni army to attack the Nine Palaces and killed more than 3,000 royal families, but none of them survived. It was known in history as the King Yi Rebellion.
Chapter completed!