Chapter 329 The Dark Prophecy of the Buddha’s Prophet

Ghost Palace, Yuji Palace.

The place where the Emperor Onikata and the Onikata courtiers and princes were supposed to go to court was supposed to be the most precious place within a thousand miles of territory and the pinnacle of a country's power. However, at this moment, it was deserted and filled with deathly silence and desolation.

The Guifang Kingdom, which was founded six hundred years ago, will completely cease to exist.

Jiang Yong and a group of others went to the vast palace to find their favorite things. Searching for trophies was one of the most passionate hobbies of warriors.

And Xin Zhuo walked into the hall alone, closed the door, and looked around, and saw the corpses of several ghost princes, queens, and concubines who had died not far away, hanging on the beams, and they were "squeaking."

” spinning around.

He ignored it and walked towards the dragon steps of the main hall step by step, stepping on the dragon-carved dragon path, and arrived at the tall dragon chair, staring at it in a daze.

In this world, this chair is definitely the pinnacle of power for mortals. It is something that countless people dare not even think about or dream of. But at this moment, it is "creeping" under their feet, like a plaything, as ordinary as it is.

He sat down by accident and looked towards the broad hall that had become lower, and couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy.

A simple chair is like a strange buff blessing. When you sit on it, your mind will be broadened, your thoughts will be open-minded, and your ambition will come. Even if you really want to be an emperor, it is not bad.

"Hehehe..."

Is there anything else big going on now?

Turning to put all the complicated emotions behind, he just calculated the time and found that there were only five months left before the life span of my mother, Ji Jiuwei.

Even if you become the great emperor of the Western Regions and command an army of millions, and everyone surrenders to you, you will not be happy, and your Jiang family will not last forever. Sooner or later, someone will kill you and kill all your descendants.

Descendants! Kill your lovers and friends!"

At this time, the door of the palace was suddenly pushed open. He was supposed to be resting in peace. Song Laochu, who was in charge of military affairs in Gumo and Mo, hurried in, along with Jiang Yong, Chanyi, Qingge and others.

"I know, I'll sit down and take a rest!"

So is what she said true or false? Is it a curse before her death, or does she really have the ability to predict the future?

At this time, a teenage girl with an abnormal expression and strange behavior came out of the corner. She was wearing a phoenix robe made of brocade from Dazhou, and her messy hair was pinned to a gold half-step, but her facial features were...

All the characteristics of beauties from the Western Regions.

"That's right!"

As the girl spoke, a dazzling light suddenly appeared on her body. She took out a knife covered in black water and stabbed her heart. She smiled strangely and fell to the ground dead.

He glanced at Agou's knife in his hand, and then drew out Wangyuejing.

The girl's words were full of weird meanings, but there was definitely a judgment that shocked him. This was definitely not something that an ordinary little princess from the Western Regions could say.

"That's very good, don't say it next time! I won't kill you, just go ahead!"

Xin Zhuo stood up suddenly, his expression slightly changed: "Who are you?"

"You didn't! You destroyed thirteen kingdoms, and you slaughtered more than one million soldiers and people! Your hands are stained with blood! Your heart is already dirty!

A group of people looked strange and seemed a little nervous.

"The Buddha's prophet did not have martial arts cultivation, but his ability to foresee is miraculous."

Xin Zhuo also looked at her.

The palace door was closed again.

Song Lao Chu took a deep breath and said: "Buddhas and prophets are all reincarnations of sages from the ancient Buddhist kingdom. They are the strangest group of people in the world. One person appears every hundred years. We Confucians can barely detect this person's location with the Confucian holy method!

A few years ago, when I, Taixun Gong and Yu Siliu paid a visit to the Immortal Huang Taigai, they investigated together and found that this generation of Buddha's prophet was in Guifang Kingdom, but I forgot to inform the prince for a while. I apologize!"

The great venerable one who has entered the country, please settle the affairs of the Western Qin Dynasty, go there as soon as possible and take a look, and fulfill your responsibilities as a son of man.

"You saw it wrong!"

Xin Zhuo was surprised and said: "Is this Buddha's prophet really amazing?"

"I read that right, your name is Jiang Yuqing, right?"

There is still no news about Yuan Chengfeng and those people.

Xin Zhuo glanced at the girl's body in his hand: "Who could the Buddha's prophet be?"

"Buddha's prophet?"

When Xin Zhuo had nothing to do, he read about the Buddha's prophet in the classics. He boasted very powerfully. It is said that he is the reincarnation of the Buddha and Bodhisattva from the ancient Buddhist country. He can know five hundred years in advance and five hundred years in hindsight, and can save the people of the world.

Together with water and fire, the fortune of the warrior can be calculated.

"Haha, your light is short-lived, as short-lived as an epiphyllum. You are rejected by heaven and earth. You cannot break through the earthly immortals. You will never be able to break through. Your lifespan is about to run out. Everything you have will eventually be replaced by your wife.

! Everything you have will be far away from you! You will soon become a wretch, and you will be trapped in the dark place forever and ever! Jiang Yuqing, what you are facing is despair, eternal despair!"

"You are sitting on my father's throne!"

Song Laochu said: "Anyone could be it. It is said that the last Buddha prophet was a down-and-out scholar from the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was granted the throne by God twelve years ago. This one is probably fourteen or five years old. Who exactly he is is hard to say!"

"

"Prince of the County!" Song Laochu said, cupping his fists: "I have neglected my duty. I'm afraid something big will happen."

"?"

Xin Zhuo nodded: "I am!"

Five months... is already very tight.

"Are you the King of West Qin?" The girl's confused eyes became clearer.

Xin Zhuo hesitated and looked at the girl's body again, and suddenly felt a sense of horror. Is this princess a prophet of the Buddha?

It's just that princesses from the Western Regions don't seem to be worth much nowadays.

Xin Zhuo came back to his senses, put down the girl who could not be saved, and waved: "Very good, let's go look for her. If you find her, treat her with courtesy. I'll take a rest!"

"Bang!"

Xin Zhuo immediately stepped down from the dragon chair and pressed the girl's pulse. In just two breaths, the girl was completely dead, as if she had been dead for a long time.

Xin Zhuo sat back on the dragon chair, frowning and thinking for a moment. He had no clue as to how credible the prophet's prediction was.

He was a little dissatisfied, so he dragged the girl's legs and beat her from side to side. This was also a beating method of XXX medical skills.

"You want to be emperor, I can see it!"

Xin Zhuo stopped beating and said with a smile: "Lao Song is here, what big thing happened?"

She must be a princess.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I will take off my body in this life and live another life. In the next life, I will enter the martial arts realm. In three years and nineteen realms, I will kill you in the dark predicament!"

"I did win!"

"You think you won?"

Jiang Yong replied in a deep voice: "The last Buddha prophet foresaw the coup in the first year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the war between the Western Qin, Kun, and Xuyao ​​and the major events in the four countries."

I can't break through the Earth Immortal? My life is about to end? Will I be trapped in the dark place?

"Prince? Prince?" Song Lao Chu and others in the palace shouted softly.

"Yes!"

The girl stumbled to the foot of the dragon chair and looked up at him.

Song Laochu's voice trembled slightly: "The Buddha's prophet is in the ghost side, and the king is slaughtering the city, which may hurt the Buddha's prophet!"

Don’t wait until the yellow is too much, let’s do it!

…

"call out……"

Five figures landed in the corner of the Imperial City of Guifang Kingdom like ghosts.

The gray-haired Huang Taigai suddenly lowered his trousers that were always rolled up, which meant that he was very angry. He looked at Ling Xuzi beside him, the earth immortal from the four major sects including Bai Tou, and said coldly: "I have eaten salt.

, more water than you have ever drunk!"

Ling Xuzi, who has the look of an eagle and a wolf, has a smile on his face: "That only proves that you always eat too much salt!"
Chapter completed!