Fantasy: Life Simulator, Ten Years to Become an Immortal Emperor

The Imperial Palace of Hokubu Kingdom.

The palace is resplendent and magnificent, with carved beams and paintings, gorgeous and spectacular.

On both sides stood Beiwu Qunchen, all with a strong look of worry, and from time to time they looked up at the old man lying on the couch in front of him, and sighed heavily.

That old man was none other than Wu Yuan, the lord of the Northern Martial Kingdom, and judging by the aura exuding from his body, he was a cultivator of the Avatar God Realm.

But at this moment, he was like a wreck in the wind, withered.

Obviously, the life yuan is approaching, and the limit has arrived.

"Your Majesty, yesterday another city of civilians was taken away by the Corpse Kuizong and refined into puppets, this is already the fourth time, if it goes on like this, my Beiwu will destroy the country!!" A powerful minister stood a few steps with a sad and indignant tone.

Four castles!

Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people died at the hands of the corpse Queizong.

He couldn't help but let him speak angrily to the lord of the country in public.

Wu Yuan opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at him, and slowly closed them, and said lightly: "Do you have any countermeasures?"

"Father Emperor, the sons and daughters have sent someone to the Ziyang Sect to deliver a message, if someone comes to help, it is estimated that they will arrive in this day or two!" The eldest prince Wu Zhengyang came out and said loudly with his fists in his hands.

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen ministers looked over in unison, their eyes full of surprise.

"What a !?"

"Big brother, are you confused, you actually went to ask for the protection of the Purple Yang Sect!"

"Have you forgotten the annual taxes paid by the Chixiao Sect, this has only been a few days since you left the city, and you have attracted them again!!" Second Prince Wu Hao's face was gloomy, and he shouted angrily.

As soon as his words fell, many people echoed it.

"Yes, yes, the Great Prince's move is inappropriate, the Immortal Sect's shelter tax is too high, and our country is weak, and I can't afford it at all." "

"They and Demon Xiu are both the same dog, in order to squeeze out our country's capital, but the means are different!!"

"This is true, if you allow the corpse leader to kill the demon cultivator, I am afraid that our country will be destroyed within a year, what kind of national foundation is there to talk about!!" Some ministers came forward to retort.

“......"

For a while, the ministers on both sides argued endlessly, and even angrily rebuked each other!

In the end, there were few people who refuted it, and most of them were in favor.

And Wu Yuan, the lord of the Northern Martial Kingdom, lay on the bed, ignoring it, his face was as calm as water, as if he didn't care about such things at all.

Wu Zhengyang glanced back at Wu Hao and said coldly: "The people are the foundation of the country, do not seek the protection of the Immortal Sect, the people are slaughtered and used to build the country, don't you understand this truth of the second brother?"

"Hmph, some untouchables are just dead, and there are not a few cultivators in those rotten cities in a year. "

"Compared with the taxes paid by the Immortal Sect, it is clear which is more important than the other!!"

"Moreover, the Corpse Kui Sect needs the body of a mortal, and it is not of much use, and it can't slaughter a few cities in the slaughter!"

Wu Hao did not let in the slightest, and said with evidence.

"It's really short-sighted, the Corpse Kui Sect is a branch developed from Youzhou, and the demon cultivation is all over the place, once they taste the sweetness, other demon sects will definitely come to the wind!!" Wu Zhengyang was furious, and his voice was cold.

Beiwu Kingdom is only more than a thousand miles away from the border of Youzhou.

There have been wars and chaos for many years, but when there was the protection of the Chixiao Sect in the past, the Demon Dao cultivators were not so rampant.

But now that the Chixiao Sect has collapsed, they show their fangs, they are not jealous, and they are brazenly killing the people of Beiwu!!

Today is the Corpse Quiz Sect!

Tomorrow it may be the Ghost Kuizong, the Blood Kuizong!

"You don't have to be alarmist, this king doesn't believe it, and if I leave the Immortal Sect, my Beiwu will destroy the country?" Wu Hao scoffed, and said again: "Look at how many ministers in the palace agree to lead the Immortal Sect to shelter, you don't insist on going your own way, even if the Immortal Sect comes, this king will not agree to be subordinate!"

More than a dozen ministers echoed one after another, as if they had discussed it, and the caliber was surprisingly consistent!

Wu Zhengyang's face was as gloomy as water, and his cold eyes swept over everyone in the hall.

The lord of the Northern Martial Kingdom is about to die, and he doesn't know that the group of ministers is taking sides.

Recently, the powerful cultivators under his command have died mysteriously one after another, coupled with his good brother's obstruction from asking the Immortal Sect for help, he must have reached some kind of agreement with the Demon Dao Sect.

However, his father Wu Yuan had no intention of interfering in the seizure, and if he went on like this, without the support of the Immortal Sect, he would definitely die!

Thinking of this, Wu Zhengyang didn't bother to talk to him, and walked out of the hall with an ugly face, and the imperial sword came to the wall of the national capital. As usual, he still looked at the sky in the distance, looking forward to the arrival of the Purple Yang Sect.

Two hours later.

A white-robed young man stepped on a blood-colored long knife and galloped towards the national capital.

Wu Zhengyang's eyes froze, seeing that his age did not feel very similar, and he said with a lucky probing voice: "Your Excellency is from the Purple Yang Immortal Sect?"

Ning Ze stopped and glanced at him.

"Exactly, who are you?"

Wu Zhengyang was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly handed over his hand: "In the Lower North Martial Kingdom, the great prince, Wu Zhengyang, please come over and have a story!"

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