Rebirth Dominator

Inside the heavy and tall palace walls, there is a square paved with wide stones, and under the continuous steps, there is a whole row of big tripods, all the way up along the ninety-nine steps, passing through two thick palace walls. After opening the gate, they arrived at the palace, and saw the solemn throne and King Huan in red and black.

The entire palace was built on top of a huge ancient relic, using tens of thousands of slaves, a large number of witch priests and sorcerers, and it took ten years to complete the construction before finally having this unimaginable palace.

The court meeting of the Dahuan Dynasty was held at night, and the palace was full of lights. Most of the officials below were sitting on their knees, and the throne on the top was also directly attached to the ground without legs.

Most of the bureaucrats below are no longer like the wild beasts and barbarians who drank blood, wrapped in animal skins, with tattooed faces and broken hair, and cannibals with animals.

After decades of recuperation and continuous development, Dahuan people also understand the beauty of pomp and ceremony, and not only wear gorgeous robes, but also start to wear jade, hair, and crowns.

However, some witch festivals and sorcerers still retain the customs of the early Xun Kingdom.

Sitting next to King Huan was a historian, and the lower head was divided into the shaman who was in charge of offering sacrifices, the shaman who was in charge of fighting soldiers, and the shaman who was in charge of fighting.

After the pilgrimage was over, I saw the people below leaving in ox carts or chariots one after another, each carrying a lot of slaves and retainers.

The old King Huan finally got him by two bright and dignified female concubines in red clothes. The powerful King Huan in the past, although the technique of witch sacrifice is still powerful, but he can't stop the fate of getting old and decaying a little bit. , to even have to be supported when walking.

On King Huan's head, there is a birthmark like a god's pattern, which is a sign of his birth as a man of destiny. Everyone believes that he is the one chosen by the sky and the witch god. Many people even believe that he is the witch god. avatar.

Everyone believed it, including him, because of this, he established the Dahuan Dynasty.

"Destiny is Xun!"

"Now, the destiny is over, so has it come to the end?"

King Huan's hands and face were full of wrinkles. He stood outside the palace with hands full of ditches like chicken skin. He stroked the cool stone railings, dragged his crown clothes over the stone slabs, and walked down the stairs little by little.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

The Xun in the dark night is like a shadow in his eyes, thousands of houses are stretching into the distance, and what he sees are not only houses, but also endless people, no matter high or low, they are all in the Xun Survive in all.

Looking further into the distance, one can see cities, villages, tribes, vassal states, and Fang states all under the Dahuan Dynasty established by him. Habitat and survive in the age.

In the past, human beings drank blood like wild beasts, had no words, no future, and fought those monsters and alien beasts in the jungle and the earth. At that time, the human race was just a member of the wild beasts, and ordinary tigers and leopards in the jungle Birds and beasts are no different.

It was he who ignited a tribe named Xun from the wilderness to the fire of civilization little by little, and established the Xun Kingdom in the endless, and after twenty-seven battles, large and small, finally established the Huan Dynasty.

Expelled the monster race and alien beasts, opened up city-states in the wilderness, divided the vassal states, and protected the entire human race.

Thinking of this, King Huan couldn't help but feel high-spirited, as if he had fallen into the old days again, driving the army to fight the world, as if the heaven, earth and sky were praising him, and the mountains, rivers and seas were overwhelmed by him.

Standing in front of the huge sacrificial sacrificial vessel bronze tripod, Huan Wanghua drew out the bronze long sword at his waist on the wide square, and the gorgeous sword looked vigorous under its dancing.

But within two strokes, Huan Wanghua was so tired that he couldn't breathe. Two Ji girls hurriedly supported him, and he kept panting while leaning on the sword.

Then he let out a hearty laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Old! Really old!"

"but!"

When he said this, Huan Wanghua changed his words and looked around his world.

"Enough!"

He could feel that the vitality was being withdrawn from his body bit by bit, and he was decaying and dying bit by bit.

But he didn't have the slightest fear, just like the endless difficulties and dangers he had faced before, whether it was facing the conquests of countless clans and tribes again and again, or facing the powerful Xuanyuan Kingdom, or the battle of Dragon Hill. The disastrous defeat was still that of Xuanyuan's domestic confrontation with gods and demons.

Every time, he is facing death, and he is also defeating death.

Even if the Dahuan Dynasty is established, the struggle between countless witch priests, sorcerers, vassal states and tribal chiefs inside and outside, if there is a slight mistake, the whole Dahuan will fall apart.

The newly established Dahuan Dynasty seemed powerful, but it was like a fragile and cracked bronze mirror, which could shatter with a single blow.

This death and defeat are like his shadow, and sitting on this throne is like sitting on swords and sea of ​​​​fire.

But at this time, two court ministers rushed over and hurriedly arrived in front of King Huan.

"My lord, the great witch beggs to see you!"

The Great Witch refers to the Great Witch Festival, which is the highest position in charge of all sacrificial activities in the Dahuan Dynasty and is responsible for communicating with the witch god. During the Xun Kingdom period, the Great Witch Festival was held by King Huan himself. After becoming King Huan, the position of the Great Witch Festival has been vacant until now .

Until a person appeared who showed a witch sacrifice technique even stronger than King Huan, who was proficient in the way of heaven and earth and the art of communicating with the gods. This person claimed to be able to communicate with the witch god, and in a sacrificial ceremony, defeated All witch sacrifices borrowed the power of the witch god and were named great witches.

His name is Cloud.

The big witch Yun came in wearing the robes of the witch sacrifice. This big witch who looked like a fairy with a long beard, the first sentence he came in was extremely shocking.

"Your Majesty, I have a skill that can keep your Majesty alive forever!"

The old King Huan looked fifty years older than the so-called Dawuji, but according to Dawuyun, the age difference between the two of them was almost the same, and this Dawuji was the most powerful person in Dahuan. , What he said is still somewhat convincing.

King Huan took the silk scroll from the ground of the Great Witch Festival, scanned it once, took a look at the Great Witch Festival, and then threw the silk scroll on the ground, snorting coldly.

"How many people have to die? I'm afraid there are not enough people in Xundu to sacrifice your immortality?"

"This kind of technique! I don't need it!"

All I saw was that the silk scroll was unfolded, revealing the densely packed runes and spells inside. Each spell carried a terrifying and strange power, and there was even a ghastly picture painted on the scroll.

The scrolls are full of ghosts and souls, screaming fiercely and struggling upwards from the abyss, while a ghost emperor wearing a crown and robes is surrounded by endless ghosts and souls, sitting in his seat. On the throne of the emperor.

Big Wu Yun picked up the silk scroll, rolled it up carefully, and still persuaded King Huan sincerely, as if he was only thinking of King Huan.

"Why is the king like this? We are sorcerers, we have access to gods and spirits, but we can't seek longevity."

"Now that you have the technique of longevity, why don't you give it a try!"

King Huan chuckled, but his old body and face revealed the imperial arrogance accumulated over decades. He flicked his long sleeves and looked down at the big witch.

"It's life and death, nothing to be afraid of!"

He spread his hands and looked at the entire Xundu. He stood at the bottom of the long steps in front of the main hall and circled the bronze tripod in a big circle.

His gaze and heart have already passed through the entire palace, passed through Xundu, and saw the entire Dahuan and the entire realm of the human race.

"See? As long as Dahuan is still here, I'm still alive!"

"As long as the human race is still there! I will still be here!"

"Hundreds of millions of people will praise my name, and history books will leave every word and every word of Huan Wanghua, even if thousands of years or ten thousand years have passed, I will still live in everyone's heart!"

"Why should I be afraid of death?"

King Huan put his hand on the bronze tripod, raised his head and let out a hearty laugh, turned his head, and finally spit out four words decisively to the great witch Jiyun.

"I am Dahuan!"

"I am the king of men!"

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The great witch Jiyun walked out of the palace hall little by little in the dark, passed through the heavy guards and the lights in the palace, stepped through the wide gate of the witch god, and stood outside the palace.

Looking at the Xundu outside the palace and the thousands of families hidden in the darkness, the great witch Jiyun finally showed a smile.

"Huan Chen? Huan Wanghua?"

"As expected of... my good apprentice!"

Taoist Qingyun, who turned into a great witch sacrifice, shook his hands, threw away the silk scroll full of spells and ghosts in his hands, and knelt down on the chariot that had been waiting in the aisle outside the palace for a long time. Under the dim starry night, the powerful warriors carried their chariots away.

The silk scroll burned into a mass of ashes in the wind, turned into black smoke, and floated into the sky.