King of the Fairy City

Ye Mo knew that he was weird since he was born. Countless incomplete images kept flashing through his mind, including the story of himself named Ye Qin, the story of himself named Ye Chen, and the clearest story of Ye Mo. .

This information rushed into his mind like a river, which he couldn't bear at all, so he began to fall asleep right after he was born.

Although he was sleeping, he still heard his father's crazy laughter. The pampering he had received since childhood was beyond calculation. If he hadn't become wise early, he would have been spoiled long ago.

He clearly felt his father's doting on him, and he also had extraordinary love and respect for his father. In his eyes, his father was not only a father, but also a teacher, teaching him how to practice and how to govern the Kunpeng Divine Sect.

His father's words were like magic sounds, constantly pouring into Ye Mo's mind, making him feel confused. The memories hidden in his mind became messy again, and he could only endure the pain and think about his father's words.

Ye Mo didn't expect that the person he respected and loved the most would have such thoughts. Maybe he was not a qualified emperor and could not treat all living beings like ants. His original intention has not changed, but it has been shaken.

Ye Mo returned to the royal study room in a daze. He held his head and smoothed out his memories little by little, while thinking about what his father said to him.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the imperial study room was suddenly opened, and a light figure slowly walked in and gently placed a tray on the table.

Putting down the tray, the figure was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly Ye Mo wrapped his arms around Yingying's waist, exclaimed, and fell into Ye Mo's arms.

Burying his head in Huangfu Yan's hair, deeply smelling the faint fragrance of the beauty, Ye Mo felt that his chaotic mind calmed down a lot.

"Father said that you were feeling a little restless, so I asked someone to cook some fragrant soup with great concentration... Are you troubled? Why don't you talk to me? Maybe I, a womanly person, can give you some ideas."

Huangfu Yan let Ye Mo hold her, took a bowl of fragrant soup from the tray, scooped it up and blew it to her mouth a few times before passing it to Ye Mo's mouth.

Huangfu Yan met Ye Mo when she was practicing in the outside world. She was not used to calling Ye Mo "Your Majesty", and Ye Mo was not used to calling her "Queen". The two of them were just like mortals, respectful to each other and extremely affectionate.

"I am the strongest person in spiritual practice."

Seeing Huangfu Yan's behavior of blowing the soup, Ye Mo secretly laughed. He drank several spoonfuls of soup before saying in annoyance: "This morning, the ministers presented a very cruel memorial..."

Ye Mo told Fu Yan everything about today's morning meeting and part of the memorial, and then looked at her, waiting for her opinion.

"Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?"

Huangfu Yan pretended to be innocent and tilted her head and thought for a long time, until Ye Mo looked at her like this and wanted to swallow it in one gulp.

The anger in his lower abdomen was extinguished at once, and Ye Mo said curiously: "Listen to the lies first."

"Husband, you are the unique Zireng Emperor. Naturally, your behavior and mind cannot be the same as others. You love your people, and your people will love you. I will support you no matter what. You just need to stick to your heart. "Huangfu Yan said with a full smile.

Ye Mo took a long breath and said after a long time: "Where's the truth?"

Huangfu Yan turned around slightly, held Ye Mo's face with both hands, and looked directly into Ye Mo's eyes: "You are an emperor, but you are not a qualified emperor; you are first a person, a husband, and a son. Then he is the emperor, and as a human being, he should be selfish, right? "

"Ye Mo, you are the emperor, and I am just a little girl. I don't want to be a mother to the world, I just want to be with you forever. I hate those who think they are great and regard themselves as the savior, but completely ignore their wives and children. Monk of feelings, but I love you more, so I can only support you."

"You are the emperor, the most powerful monk of the generation, with a lifespan of five thousand years. You have only lived for more than a hundred years now. You still have a long way to go. And I, without resources, may not even be able to reach the stage of becoming a god. My father, the emperor, and my mother don’t have much life left, you will watch us fall.”

"And our child, how can he practice without resources? Do you want to watch your child kneel down to you with gray hair and call you father? Do you want to watch your child die of old age after living for more than a hundred years? "

"This is the view of a little girl like me, Ye Mo. Everyone has selfish motives. In my eyes, I can't tolerate anyone else except you and your children. I can't control what other people do. I just want our family to live a safe life."

Ye Mo's body shook violently, his eyes were full of pain, and he suddenly felt that Huangfu Yan in front of him was so unfamiliar, but her words shocked him so much that he could not refute.

His heart was shaken again at this moment.

Ye Mo finally sent someone to investigate, but he couldn't believe his father's statement since he didn't see any real numbers.

The results of the investigation were quickly concluded. Ye Mo looked at the white paper in his hand, and his whole body fell into chaos. Finally, he let out a long sigh, and the fire in his hand rose, burning the white paper into ashes.

His heart was inevitably shaken again.

Six hundred years later, the Imperial Study Room.

Ye Mo lowered his head and scanned the memorials one after another, his brows furrowed and his breathing became heavier and heavier, showing how irritated he was.

Ye Mo is indeed extremely troubled. In the past six hundred years, the resources in the world have become less and less. Countless sects are facing collapse or have already collapsed. Everyone in the sect has transformed into a treasure-hunting monk, plundering heaven and earth treasures everywhere. The entire world of immortality has been in chaos. group.

As early as six hundred years ago, various regional forces united with the ministers of Kunpeng Shenzong to submit a petition, requesting Ye Mo to order action. Unfortunately, Ye Mo did not reply, so the matter continued to drag on and evolved into what it is today.

The influence of Kunpeng Divine Sect is so great that it is simply shocking. Without Ye Mo, the Purple Peng Emperor, leading the way, the forces outside Kunpeng Divine Sect alone would not be able to kill off the remaining 70% of cultivators and mortals.

After all, no matter how weak these people are, there are still some kind-hearted cultivators willing to help them. It is indeed difficult to eliminate all mortals and 70% of cultivators with the power of these forces alone, so things have been dragged on without action.

Moreover, the "massacre of mortals" plan of many top cultivators has somehow spread out, causing great panic in the immortal cultivation world and the mortal world. The entire immortal cultivation world has been in chaos for more than two hundred years.

Now, every day Ye Mo has to deal with countless memorials. There are small treasure-grabbing gangs formed by collapsed sects everywhere, and ordinary cultivators are everywhere. Killing people and stealing treasures. Even mortals have formed forces, ambushing low-level cultivators with military blood, seizing the cultivators' wealth, embarking on the road of immortal cultivation, and becoming a member of the cultivator robbers.

Chaos! The whole world is in chaos!

Demons are causing trouble, evil cultivators are slaughtering mortals, and the spirit race is not willing to be lonely, grabbing the resources of heaven and earth, and the ghost race is born. Ghosts and corpses are everywhere, and evil demons are flourishing!

Even the Imperial Palace was besieged. No matter how Ye Mo explained, it was useless. After all, he was born in the imperial family and had unparalleled talents. These mortals and ordinary cultivators looked ferocious and wanted to break into the Imperial Palace to seize resources at any time, which was annoying.

Among ordinary cultivators, the largest organization is the "Tu Peng Palace". The core purpose of this force is: all beings are born equal, no one can stop them from cultivating immortals, and don't think about taking their lives.

As for the origin of the name, it is naturally aimed at Kunpeng Divine Sect and Purple Peng Emperor Ye Mo.

It's not that Ye Mo didn't explain. He really didn't understand. If he hadn't responded for a long time, would these ordinary cultivators and mortals have the opportunity to play with him? It has long become a pile of mud.

The only thing worth being happy about was that Huangfu Yan was pregnant with a baby boy, and Ye Mo was about to become a father.

Tired of reading, Ye Mo put down the memorial, closed his eyes and named his unborn child. Should he name it with dignity, commonness, or domineering?

Well, this is a question, and one should think about it carefully.

At this moment, a supervisor rushed in with a look of fear and panic, crying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's bad. The army transporting the Netherworld Spirit Grass was ambushed, and the Nether Grass was snatched away by the people of the Tupeng Palace."

"What? How dare they!"

Ye Mo opened his eyes in an instant, and his murderous aura surged. He stood up and glared at the supervisor, who was glared at fiercely by the strongest man. The supervisor was only at the Jindan level, and his Yuanshen could not withstand such oppression, and he died instantly.

Ye Mo completely ignored the innocent and tragic death of the supervisor, and his mind was full of the Nether Spirit Grass. This Nether Spirit Grass was a powerful spiritual grass that was infinitely close to the sixteenth level. It was the strongest longevity treasure that could be found so far. Ye Mo was going to use it to prolong the life of his father and mother. He didn't expect that it was taken away by the damn "Tu Peng Palace". How could he not be angry.

His figure turned into a golden light and shot out, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at the Kunpeng Divine Sect's military camp. The imperial power was vast and frightened countless military monks in the military camp.

"You quickly gather the army and sweep across the "Tu Peng Palace."

Find a monk general in the military camp and give the order with a cold expression.

Before he finished speaking, a golden light shot over and was grabbed by Ye Mo. His spiritual sense swept the information in the jade slip, and his face suddenly changed wildly.

"Your Majesty, the sect intelligence department has found information that the 'Tu Peng Palace' has already attacked the Empress, and the target is His Majesty Pengzi. Please forgive me for making random guesses. Now the world is saying that the best elixir in the world is Pengzi of Kunpeng Divine Sect. As long as the elixir is refined and swallowed, the peak of the spirit transformation will immediately break through to the realm of the strongest. Regardless of whether the guess is right or not, the Empress and Pengzi are in danger."

"Bang!"

The jade slip was shattered to pieces, Ye Mo's eyes were red as blood, and his body was filled with a monstrous murderous aura, like an ancient dragon-eating fierce Peng coming out, and the sky and the earth were dark.

"General Yin Jiang, pass on my order. All the Kunpeng Divine Sect cultivators must gather and send troops to the "Tupeng Palace". Order the remaining cultivator forces to send 50 million troops to me no matter what. I will wipe out these beasts who have lost their humanity!"

After Ye Mo finished speaking, his mouth was full of blood, all of which came out of gnashing teeth. Every word he said was filled with murderous intent, which was terrifying.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the gathering of cultivator armies is extremely fast.

But in just one stick of incense, all the Yuanying cultivators of the Kunpeng Divine Sect, that is, the courtiers, elders, and deacons above the second rank, gathered together, and there were 70 million troops from the entire sect. The endless army drove huge white cloud magic tools, as well as warships and warship magic tools, across the sky, like a heavenly army coming to the world, and all living beings changed color.

This is only the army of Kunpeng Divine Sect. There are countless branches and armies in the three continents and two worlds. Although the resources are now sharply reduced, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The power of Kunpeng Divine Sect is still enough to rule this world.

Such an army is enough to sweep across the nine states and four seas. Ye Mo did not delay any longer. Together with other great princes, great elders, and divine masters, he helped the three divine masters of formations to activate the terrifying formations that covered the sky and the earth. The land of 100,000 miles collapsed, and tens of millions of cultivators disappeared in the formations.