Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The three-color light column that shot up into the sky gradually dissipated, and the green spots that filled the sky and the earth also returned to the incense peach wood.

Zhao Mu took the small temple and carefully examined it with his divine mind. It was a new magic weapon that was refined by combining three pieces of town seals and incense peach wood.

Zhao Mu had no way to give an accurate judgment on the grade of this magic weapon, because the internal structure and power of this magic weapon were completely different from ordinary immortal magic weapons.

Its main ability was not attack or defense, but auxiliary. In Zhao Mu's opinion, this temple should be considered a Shinto magic weapon.

"Try it."

Zhao Mu suddenly raised his hand and threw it. The small temple suddenly rose into the air, expanded rapidly in the sky, and finally turned into a magnificent temple.

The temple exuded a solemn and sacred atmosphere, and on the plaque at the temple door, there were four words written-"Three Thousand Temples".

"You even chose the name yourself?"

Zhao Mu chuckled, pinched the seal in his hand, and pointed lightly at the temple.

Buzz!

The temple shook, and it split into two, two into four, four into eight... In the blink of an eye, one temple turned into hundreds.

And on the altar in each temple, there was a statue of a god, and each statue looked completely different.

Zhao Mu carefully distinguished them and found that those statues were all the incense gods he had canonized over the years.

"What a great temple of three thousand gods."

After Zhao Mu learned about the function of this magic weapon, he couldn't help but admire it.

The incense gods he canonized were all based on the incense peach wood as a support and foundation, that is to say, those gods can only exert their true strength within the coverage of the incense peach wood.

Once they leave the radiation range of the incense peach wood, the strength of the gods will decay, and the farther the distance, the more serious the decay.

The result is that Zhao Mu cannot lead the incense gods to fight in places far away from the Hanhai Continent.

Unless one day, the branches and leaves of the incense peach wood can penetrate every corner and every inch of time and space in this world.

But that day is far away, after all, this world is too big.

However, the appearance of the Three Thousand Temples solved this problem.

The greatest function of this magic weapon is to maintain the power of the incense god through the mysterious connection between itself and the incense peach wood.

In other words, as long as the Three Thousand Temples are in hand, no matter how far Zhao Mu is away from the Hanhai Continent, he can summon the incense god to fight through this magic weapon and let the gods play their strength normally.

"In this way, when more incense gods are canonized in the future, won't I be able to lead the army of gods to fight in all directions?"

Zhao Mu muttered with a smile.

It must be said that the Three Thousand Temples are really a great treasure for him.

"I didn't expect that the combination of the three seals could actually trigger the power of the incense peach wood and refine such a magic weapon. It's really an unexpected surprise!"

Zhao Mu exclaimed.

...

Three years later, Lieyang City.

Since the death of the emperor three years ago, the throne has been vacant.

This situation has resulted in that, although the Lieyang Empire has the Lieyang Ancestor to suppress the political situation and stabilize the situation on all sides, the secret struggles among the princes have intensified.

In fact, the Lieyang Ancestor has thought about selecting a prince to inherit the throne as soon as possible.

But there is no way. Now the real master of the Lieyang Empire is not him, but the Saint Ancestor Chu Jinghong.

But Chu Jinghong has been wandering outside since he destroyed the Demon Sect three years ago and has not returned.

So the Lieyang Ancestor had no choice but to let the throne hang vacant, causing the princes to fight openly and secretly.

In the past three years, the princes have shown their abilities and constantly won over the dignitaries from all sides, as well as the masters of the immortal world, to strengthen their own power.

Today is the 3,000th birthday of the third prince Chu Yanjing. He took the opportunity to hold a grand birthday banquet and invited many high-ranking officials and dignitaries to come and build relationships.

At this time, the third prince's mansion was very lively, and the dignitaries were toasting and admiring the graceful dance of the dancers.

However, there was always a discordant sound in the pleasant music, which disturbed everyone's mood from time to time.

I saw a fat man of 400 kilograms sitting in the front seat, who was Prince Qing Chu Xiaoyu.

This rotten prince was surrounded by women, and from time to time he would grab the meat elbow with his hands and chew it fiercely, making an unpleasant laugh, without any royal nobility.

The dignitaries frowned secretly, but did not dare to say anything. After all, no matter how rotten this prince was, he was still a prince of the royal family.

Although the third prince was also very annoyed with his uncle, he did not dare to say anything to drive him away, but had to greet him with a smile.

Because it was Prince Qing who found the Saint Ancestor Chu Jinghong three years ago, and invited the old ancestor Lieyang back under the guidance of the other party, so as to suppress the civil strife and stabilize the court.

It must be admitted that Prince Qing was a true hero in that incident, which greatly improved his status in the royal family.

Now is the critical moment for the fight for the throne, so the third prince really doesn't want to offend this uncle and give himself a bad reputation for disrespecting his elders.

While the third prince's mansion was toasting, someone disguised as a maid sneaked into the Qing Palace on the other side.

Yun Zhilan walked in the Qing Palace with her head down, her eyes drifting around from time to time, looking for her target.

"Where is my father imprisoned?" Yun Zhilan was anxious.

More than a hundred years ago, she and her father Yun Zhongyi said goodbye to Wanyu Taoist in the East China Sea and returned to the secluded mountain village to continue their lives.

The family of three lived in harmony and happiness as always, until... sixty years ago.

That day, Yun Zhongyi went out for something, and only Zhao Xinlan and Yun Zhilan were left in the village.

But at this time, an army suddenly rushed into the village and slaughtered them wantonly, and wanted to capture them.

The reason was that the leader of that army, when he led his troops on a cloud passing through the sky, saw the beautiful mother and daughter and wanted to take them back for himself.

The mother and daughter naturally refused, so the two sides had a fierce fight.

Unfortunately, the opponent was too strong, and the mother and daughter were no match. At the critical moment, Zhao Xinlan used the method of teleportation to send Yun Zhilan away in order to save his daughter's life.

And Zhao Xinlan himself did not hesitate to self-destruct and died tragically in order to delay the army.

Over the years, the father and daughter have been tracking down the murderer everywhere, wanting to avenge Zhao Xinlan.

As the saying goes, hard work pays off. After sixty years of unremitting efforts, they finally got a clue. The commander of the army at that time was very likely to be King Qing Chu Xiaoyu.

So the father and daughter came to Lieyang City.

Their plan was to sneak into the Qing Palace to investigate, and then take revenge after confirming that the Qing Prince was the murderer.

But unexpectedly, Yun Zhongyi sneaked into the Qing Palace alone a few nights ago, and then there was no news.

Yun Zhilan came here today just to check if her father was caught by the Qing Prince and imprisoned in the palace?

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Yun Zhilan, who was moving forward in a low-key manner, sensed a special breath.

That was the breath of her father Yun Zhongyi.