The Mercenary War God of the City

"The Great Zhou Yantian Art, if you want to calculate the Tiantian Algorithm, you must have enough talent. Zhou Wang's talent is the only person in the entire Great Zhou who can practice the complete Great Zhou Yantian Art. He can calculate the past and the future. Could it be that his guess is true?"

However, after the middle-aged man left, his face showed hesitation.

The cultivation of the Great Zhou Yantian Art is extremely demanding, and even the blood of the Great Zhou royal family can only appear in a hundred years.

Among the entire Great Zhou imperial family today, only King Zhou has this talent to practice the complete Great Zhou Yantian skill and can display the deduction method.

Others practice incomplete techniques, and many techniques cannot be used.

He returned to his room, opened a hidden drawer, and took out a letter from it.

"Big brother."

The four characters appear on the cover. This font is not someone else's, it is Zhou Chen's font.

The middle-aged man named Zhou Feng was Zhou Chen's elder brother and the eldest son of the old emperor of the Great Zhou royal family, while Zhou Chen, the father of Zhou Wang, was his second brother.

This letter was given to him by Zhou Chen abruptly on an occasional night three years ago, and he must keep it and open it again when the great changes happened in Great Zhou.

Originally, because Zhou Chen had always been alive and well, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not participate in any disputes, and there was no change. He forgot the letter until this moment, and didn't remember it.

"Second brother, what did you want to tell me three years ago?"

Zhou Feng whispered.

The hand holding the letter was shaking slightly.

He is afraid, and he will get results that make him afraid in this letter.

"Three years ago, since you handed this letter to me, it has changed. The whole person is passionate about the power of the family, and even the brotherhood is much flattering. Isn't it all? Is it relevant?"

He whispered and couldn't help closing his eyes.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, his face was already firm.

"Sizzle..."

Stretching out his hand, he directly tore the letter open, and a piece of ordinary A4 paper appeared in front of him, with neat fonts written on it. It was the words of his second brother, Zhou Chen.

Among the royal family, there are special papers. Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for them to use A4 paper.

However, three years ago, Zhou Chen wrote this letter using A4 paper. Obviously, he did not want people to notice the abnormality.

Zhou Feng trembled, looking down line by line.

As he watched, the whole person trembled.

In the eyes, there was a confused color, tears, and then slipped down.

When, after reading the last word, he was stunned on the spot, suddenly raised his head, and muttered to himself, "Father, you, why are you like this..."

"You, are you still?"

boom!

At the same time, in the cell, the pale and unstable King Zhou, who spent countless efforts in his cell, suddenly stared at the two identical old emperors of the Great Zhou imperial clan that appeared in the starlight in front of him, his expression suddenly changed. How come there are two..."

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Regardless of Zhou Chen and Zhou Feng, at this moment, the great Zhou imperial clan is raising troops, so that the Ning-style emperors have to send the barracks guarding the south to suppress them. Even the strong men of the Xianmen and some strong men of the clan veteran will also take action. Up.

In this way, it was able to withstand the cavalry of the great Zhou royal family.

At the same time, the East, within the Xuanyuan imperial family, is magnificent, surrounded by Kowloon, and the emperor is mighty.

In the golden hall, there is a burly middle-aged man sitting high on a dragon chair.

Around the seat, double dragons and dragon **** dance endlessly.

Under the golden light, he looked like a god.

"Father."

At this time, a young man walked in, clasped his fist and saluted, "Da Zhou has come to a letter, let us express our attitude."

This middle-aged man is no one else but the contemporary emperor of the Great Zhou royal family.

Not the old man in the imperial mausoleum, but a middle-aged man.

Because he is the emperor who just took office.

What no one knows is that at the same time the Emperor Xuanyuan fell, the old emperor had already stepped down and passed the position of emperor to his son, Xuanyuanhao.

A man of great talent, great strength, and not weaker than Xiao Zhengjing in every aspect.

Xuanyuanhao looked at his son, and when he heard Da Zhou asking them to make a statement, he didn't make any expressions, but said indifferently, "Don't pay attention to them, Da Zhou and the Xiao imperial family are looking for their own way."

"what..."

The face of the young man below changed, "Emperor Father has so much no confidence in Da Zhou and the Emperor Xiao Clan."

Nowadays, in the Ning-style emperor, all the emperors are all gone, and there is only one emperor, Ning Yuling, who can hardly support the tree. It can be said that the Ning-style emperor is in danger.

Even this young man once thought of telling his father to rise up, even to become an emperor.

Unexpectedly, his father actually said that Da Zhou and the Xiao imperial family would definitely die.

"It's not that there is no confidence, but, I suspect, that person is not really dead."

Xuanyuanhao stood up, surrounded by dragon Qi, his breath reached its peak.

He paced out of the main hall, looked in the direction of the imperial mausoleum, held up his hands, and showed a smile but a smile, "Have you heard that since the establishment of the Ning-style emperor, which emperor was due to running out of life And dead?"

"what..."

The young man followed, his expression changed drastically, sweating profusely, "No, no way..."

Think about it carefully. Since the establishment of the Yanhua Empire for three thousand years, there hasn't really been a situation in which a great emperor died due to lack of life span.

That one is the first time.

Moreover, it stands to reason that with the strength of that one, even if he has been seriously injured, he cannot run out of life and die.

"Each of the great emperors disappeared without a trace after they were removed from the throne and gradually faded into the sight of everyone. Do you think they are dead?"

Xuanyuanhao asked again.

"This, no, no..."

The youth's voice trembled.

If, for three thousand years, every emperor was alive and well, how terrifying would the Ning-style emperors today have reached?

"Who knows?"

Xuanyuanhao said with a smile, "What will happen in the end? I won't know until the final decision is made."

"Then, what should we do?"

The youth whispered, "How about we secretly help the Ning-style emperor?"

"No need."

Xuanyuanhao shook his head, "Xuanyuan Clan has not participated in such disputes since ancient times, as long as it is neutral."

"Yes."

The youth hurriedly saluted and retired.

Only, Xuanyuanhao raised his head and looked at the sky above his head, with a light smile, "Ning Shi, Xiao Clan, Da Zhou..."

"You know, eternally, who are the worshippers of millions of races at home and abroad, whether human or alien?"

His tone was proud, "It's my Xuanyuan clan!"

"If Xuanyuan wants to be the emperor, dare to ask the people of the world, who would dare to be the emperor?"

In the position of the emperor, the Xuanyuan clan played the rest.

As for the other things, such as the Great Zhou, the Xiao imperial family and the ancient Qin, even the Ning-style emperor, the three thousand years of history is too short compared with the Xuanyuan clan.

"Sit and watch the clouds rise and the clouds fall, the emperor's position changes, all are floating clouds, I am Xuanyuan, immortal."

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