Within the tall palace walls, a square made of wide stones and stretched stairs, there were a whole row of large tripods placed along the ninety-nine steps, passing through two thick palace gates, and arrived in the palace, seeing the solemn throne and King Huan in red and black crown garment.

The entire palace was built on a huge ancient ruin. Tens of thousands of slaves, a large number of witch sacrifices and wizards were mobilized. After ten years of construction, this unimaginable palace was finally established.

The dynasty of the Great Huan Dynasty was held at night. The palace was full of lights, and most of the officials below sat kneeling. The throne in the upper head was also directly attached to the ground, without legs.

Most of the officials and clans below are no longer like the wild beasts and barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood, wrapped in animal skins, cut off their hair on the face, and carried beasts and ate people.

Over the past decades, people of Dahuan also understood the beauty of the glorious clothes and etiquette. They not only wore gorgeous clothes and robes, but also began to wear jade, tie their hair, and wear crowns and hats.

However, some witch sacrifices and witches still retain the early customs of the Wu Kingdom.

Next to King Huan was a historian, and the lower head was divided into witch sacrifices, witches who were in charge of war,

After the court meeting, we saw the people below leaving in ox carts or chariots, each carrying a lot of slaves and retainers.

The old King Huan finally picked him up by two bright and dignified female concubines wearing red clothes. Although the witch sacrifice technique is still powerful, it cannot stop the fate of getting old and corrupted. He even needs someone to support him when walking.

King Huan had a birthmark like a divine pattern on his head, which was the mark of his birth as a destiny man. Everyone believed him, that was the person chosen by the heaven and the witch god. Many even believed that he was the incarnation of the witch god.

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

"The destiny is in the midst!"

"Now, destiny is over, so it's time to end?"

King Huan's face was covered with wrinkles. He stood outside the palace, filled with ravines like chicken skin, stroked the cool stone railings, dragged the crown garment over the stone slabs, and walked down the steps little by little.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

The widows in the dark night appeared in his eyes, and thousands of houses stretched into the distance, and what he saw was not only houses, but also endless people, no matter how noble they were, they all lived in the widows.

Looking further away, you can see cities, villages, tribes, vassal states, and square states, all under the Dahuan Dynasty he established, the entire human race, countless people, living and surviving in the new era he created.

The humans used to eat raw meat and drink blood like wild animals, without words or future, fighting with demons and strange beasts in the jungle and the earth. At that time, the human race was just one of the wild animals, no different from the ordinary tiger, leopard, birds and beasts in the jungle.

It was him who ignited the fire of civilization from the wilderness little by little, established the Kingdom of Wu in endlessly, and then went through twenty-seven battles of all sizes, and finally established the Huan Dynasty.

He expelled the demon clan and strange 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 energetic, as if he had fallen into the past years again, and was driving the army to fight the world, as if the sky and the sky were praising it, and the mountains, rivers and seas were all fascinated by it.

King Huan stood in front of the huge sacrificial ritual instrument, and on the wide square, he pulled out the bronze long sword at his waist. The gorgeous sword weapon seemed to be full of vigor when it danced.

However, after a few seconds, King Huan was so tired that he couldn't breathe. The two girls hurriedly supported him, and he kept breathing while leaning on the sword.

Then he laughed happily.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I'm old! I'm really old!"

"but!"

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

"It's enough!"

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

But he was not afraid at all, just like the endless difficulties and crises he had faced, whether it was the conquests of countless clans and tribes again and again, the powerful Xuanyuan Kingdom, the disastrous defeat in Longqiu, or the facing gods and demons in Xuanyuan.

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

Even if the Dahuan Dynasty was established, the struggle between countless witch sacrifices, wizards, vassal states and tribal chiefs inside and outside was slightly wrong, the entire Dahuan collapsed.

The newly established Dahuan Dynasty seemed powerful, but it was like a fragile and cracked bronze mirror. It could be broken with a slight blow.

Death and failure were like his shadow, sitting on this throne as if sitting on a sword and a sea of ​​fire.

At this time, two inner court ministers hurriedly came and hurriedly arrived in front of King Huan.

"King, the great witch is asking for a meeting!"

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

Until a person appeared, he showed a witch sacrifice technique that was even more powerful than King Huan. He was proficient in the way of heaven and earth and the art of divine communication. This person was known to be able to communicate with the witch god. In a sacrificial ceremony, he defeated all witch sacrifices and borrowed the power of the witch god and was named the Great Witch.

His name is Yun.

The great witch Yun walked in wearing a witch robe. The first sentence he said was shocked when he said this great witch who looked like a fairy-like and had a long beard.

"Your Majesty, I have a skill to protect you from immortality!"

The old King Huan looked fifty years older than the so-called Great Witch Sacrifice, but according to Great Witch Yun, the two of them were almost the same age. Moreover, the Great Witch Sacrifice was the strongest person in the Great Witch Sacrifice art in the Great Witch Sacrifice, and what he said was somewhat convincing.

King Huan took the silk from the Great Witch Sacrifice ground, swept it over, took a look at the Great Witch Sacrifice, then threw the silk roll on the ground, and snorted coldly.

"How many people will die? I'm afraid there are not enough people in the entire capital to sacrifice your immortality, right?"

"I don't use this kind of magic!"

I only saw the silk roll spread out, revealing the dense runes and spells inside. Each spell carries a terrifying and strange power, and a picture is painted on the scroll.

I only saw the souls of evil ghosts, roaring hideously and struggling up from the abyss. A ghost emperor with a crown and a crown robe was guarded by the endless souls of evil ghosts and sat on his throne.

The great wizard Yun picked up the silk roll, rolled it up carefully, and still persuaded King Huan sincerely, as if he was devoted to King Huan's sake.

"Why is the king like this? We are witch sacrifices, and we are wise and spiritual, and ghosts and gods at the same time, but we only seek immortality."

"Now that I have the technique of immortality, why don't I try it!"

King Huan chuckled, but his old body and face showed the domineering aura accumulated over decades. He shook his long sleeves and looked down at the great witch.

"It's just life and death, what's there to be afraid of!"

He spread his hands and looked at the entire capital. He stood in front of the hall under the steps, circled around the bronze tripod, and swung the long sword with a scabbard, making a pounding sound.

"See? As long as Dahuan is still here, I will still be alive!"

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

"The billions of human race will praise my name, and the history books will leave every word and every word of King Huan Hua. Even if thousands or ten thousand years have passed, I will live in everyone's heart!"

"Why should I be afraid of death?"

King Huan reached his hand on the bronze tripod, raised his head and laughed happily, turned his head, and finally spit out four words at the great witch Jiyun.

"I am Dahuan!"

"I am the king of humans!"-

The great witch Jiyun took advantage of the night to walk out of the palace hall, passed through the numerous guards and the lights in the palace, crossed the wide gate of the witch god, and stood outside the palace.

Looking at the ancestral capital outside the palace and thousands of households hidden in the darkness, the Great Witch Jiyun finally showed a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Huan Chen?Huan Wang Hua?"

"I am really worthy of being...my good disciple!"

Taoist Qingyun, who turned into a great witch festival, shook his hand, threw away the silk scrolls painted with spells and ghosts on his hands, and knelt on the chariot that had been waiting in the aisle outside the palace. Four strong strong men carried the sedan chair away.

The silk roll burned into a ball of ashes in the wind, turned into black smoke, and floated into the sky.
Chapter completed!