"Your Majesty, please come and see you off." Li Chengkong said loudly.

Huo Qingkong ignored him and drifted away.

He didn't want to see Li Chengkong again.

Li Chengkong looked at Huo Qingkong's leaving figure and shook his head and smiled.

If it weren't forcing and only had three months of life, how could Huo Qingkong be willing to take this risk and hand over life and death to himself?

Although the Emperor's Sword is ready to move above his head and can stab it at any time, the Emperor's Sword can at most kill him, but Huo Qingkong is already dead and just dies together.

As an emperor, I definitely don’t want to take this risk. How can someone else’s life be worth his life?

So he must have felt that it was a great humiliation.

And he should also understand that if he saw through the truth and reality, he would indeed be in his life!

Huo Qingkong will die in a year and a half, and this should not be avoided unless someone can prolong his life.

Huo Qingkong, who is about to die, may become crazy. It is better to avoid it and not mess with it.

Thinking of this, he thought of the Xian Palace and his party.

They were already on the road. They said that ten days were only ten days, but they had been walking for more than ten days, but the trip was slow.

Li Miaozhen followed with her guards. Once there was danger, she would be able to come back to move Yuan Ziyan as a rescuer immediately.

It is better not to have any dangers in the Xian Palace.

However, Li Miaozhen carried the formation with her, and even if she encountered danger or had a top expert, she could deal with it calmly.

After proficient in the Zhoutianliuxu Star Viewing Art, he has further studied the formation to a higher level, which is a study of heaven and man, and the power of the formation has greatly increased.

He left Tianjing and returned to Princess Qingming's Mansion. It was already evening. The sunset was setting and the sunset dyed Princess Qingming's Mansion red.

As soon as he entered the mansion and returned to his yard, Yuan Ziyan greeted him with a smile: "Master, we have received the news, congratulations!"

"I received the message so soon?"

"Hehe, it is our Zhuyinsi's unique way to communicate." Yuan Ziyan said proudly: "As soon as there is news on Tianjing, I will receive it."

"Speak and listen."

"Tongxin Bell." Yuan Ziyan took out a small bell from her arms, the size of a little finger, and said proudly: "As long as I stroke the bell here, it will vibrate there."

"Raise the bell there, and you will also vibrate here. Then you go to find them and get the news?" Li Chengkong said: "It's really a unique way to transmit!"

"How? Is it quick?" Yuan Ziyan said proudly.

Li Chengkong nodded with a smile: "What a smart thing, a wonderful method!"

Yuan Ziyan pretended not to hear the sarcasm and said proudly: "But you are hereditary now, right now. Does this mean that the southern border will always belong to the master?"

"If you don't rebel, it's mine." Li Chengkong nodded.

The premise of hereditary replacing is not to rebel, so there are loopholes to be exploited. If Huo Qingkong does not want to admit it, he just needs to say that the Southern King rebelled and wanted to be rebellious, he would naturally disqualify his hereditary replacing.

This is the rule in this world. Imperial power is above all, and it is above all rules. Of course, there is a price to really trample on the rules.

Just like trying to deprive him of the Southern King of the position and saying that the Southern King of the Rebellion requires tangible evidence, and no matter how sufficient the evidence is, people may not believe it.

If you come once, you will feel a little disappointed. If you come twice, the position of prince and hereditary privilege will be worthless and people will no longer fight for it.

Once this happens, the people are disloyal, the ministers are destined to be virtuous, and the country and the country are not far from falling apart.

Therefore, be cautious and cautious, and you must not touch him, the Southern King, unless you have to.

This is what he needs.

Temporarily stabilize and give the southern border an opportunity to develop.

The foundation of the southern border is too thin, and even if several mines are opened, it will take time to become stronger step by step. People's hearts need time to stabilize.

Otherwise, no matter how many great masters he has under him, it will be useless. A group of great masters can only protect the results and cannot conquer the world.

"Master, I have a good idea." Yuan Ziyan said softly.

She glanced left and right, signaled her to say.

Li Chengkong split a ray of spirit into her spiritual sea, sat on the jasper lotus, looked at her, and waited for her to speak.

"Master, I have a good idea." Yuan Ziyan said excitedly: "It was what I thought of when I met Sister Bai and Sister Shuang just now."

"Say." Li Chengkong said: "Don't keep it a secret!"

Yuan Ziyan said: "Master, we can have a Li Dai Tao Zombie!"

"Um--?"

"Hehe..." Yuan Ziyan was proud.

Li Chengkong glared at her.

Yuan Ziyan continued to laugh indifferently, admiring her genius idea and being proud of it.

"Don't talk anymore, hurry up!" Li Chengkong urged impatiently.

"Master, we can replace the emperor!" Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "Let Sister Shuang replace her!"

Li Chengkong laughed and shook his head.

"Master, it's not impossible." Yuan Ziyan said: "Just kill him secretly. Master, let's take action together, but can't you kill him?"

Li Chengkong said: "You really dare to imagine that you pretend to be the emperor, how can you pretend to be the Emperor?!"

"Master, don't you have the Emperor's Sword?" Yuan Ziyan said.

"My emperor's sword is too short." Li Chengkong frowned.

Yuan Ziyan said: "Can you make it longer? I look like a phantom, can I make it longer?"

"...I'll try." Li Chengkong said slowly.

He tried to activate Jiulong in the cave. Under the breath of Jiulong, he tried to make the Emperor's sword longer and longer.

The Emperor's Sword is now one meter long, which is long enough, but it is still much worse than Huo Qingkong's Emperor's Sword. Huo Qingkong's Emperor's Sword is three meter long.

After a while, Li Chengkong shook his head.

"Master, you can make a fake one." Yuan Ziyan gave an idea: "If there are too many secret techniques in the Qinglian Holy Book, will there be no illusion?"

Li Chengkong pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head: "The emperor cannot fake it, nor can the emperor's sword be fake."

"Oh..." Yuan Ziyan sighed: "That's a pity."

"But your idea is interesting." Li Chengkong nodded: "At the critical moment, you can try it."

In normal times, you cannot pretend to be Huo Qingkong. According to the records he has seen, someone has done this before but died.

I don't know if there is any inexplicable force that destroys the impostor.

When he read this record, he carefully analyzed every word in the record and analyzed the time of this person.

This led to a conclusion that the man died of a sacred person three days later, so he did not die within three days.

However, those who can impersonate the emperor must have a high level of cultivation and cannot stop him, which shows that this power is extremely powerful and terrifying.

Thinking of this, he shook his head: "The power of backlash is too strong."

If you only pretend for a moment, how strong is the backlash?

Unfortunately, there is no way to try. Can it be stronger than the fire of disaster?

Or is it just a catastrophe?

"Master, Sister Bai and Sister Shuang both sneaked into the palace. Sister Bai became the maid of the queen mother, and Sister Shuang became Duanhe Gong's promise."

Li Chengkong raised his eyebrows.

"Awesome?"

“It’s really extraordinary.”

"It was Song Yunxuan who helped them. As soon as they approached the palace, they immediately found Song Yunxuan."

"No wonder..." Li Chengkong nodded suddenly.

"Sister Shuang said that it is actually easy to defeat the prince."

"Um--?"
Chapter completed!