"Whoa!"

A large pot of black dog blood quickly splashed the fake emperor's head and face.

"Be honest! Go!"

The guards quickly tied him up and escorted him out.

Soon, they pushed the fake emperor out of the palace city and beheaded at the Meridian Gate.

This fake emperor, which was re-engraved, seems to be restricted by some rules. In the face of these mortal guards, the whole city has no power to resist.

Whether it is the **** route, or the entire action, it is exactly the same as the emperor just now.

The fake emperor was pushed into the field, the executioner strode forward, the ghost-headed knife raised high...

"puff!"

The light of the knife was fleeting, and a good head fell to the ground, and "gululu" rolled out several feet away.

And in the chest cavity of the fake emperor, a stream of hot blood spurted out, splashing all over the field in an instant.

Pei Ling immediately felt that the extremely terrifying pulling force in the thread disappeared instantly. .

The next moment, there is a steady stream of power coming from the silk thread.

The system continued to plunder the emperor's fate.

The emperor frowned, he was targeting the curse ghost body just now.

What has been solved now is only a replica of himself.

And, he got nothing!

In the hall, all the mortals came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream, but it was as if nothing had happened just now.

"Your Majesty! Look at your concubine..."

"Your Majesty, my concubine will sing you a little song..."

"Emperor, my concubine hurts in body and mind... If you don't believe me, touch it..."

"Your Majesty, the concubine is dizzy... Your Majesty, let the concubine lean on it..."

In the veil, Ruan Xilu and other concubines once again began to invite pets and flatter them like no one else was around.

At this moment, many ministers are exchanging glances with each other, full of worries.

If so many identical emperors gather together and continue to stand in a stalemate, the world will be in chaos!

After the previous old lady thought for a while, she stepped out and cupped her hands, and cautiously suggested: "Everyone... the emperor, the ministers, etc. are stupid and can't tell who is the king of the nine-fifth of the country."

"Dare to ask the emperors, what evidence can you prove yourself?"

The emperor calmly watched Pei Ling in the veil without speaking.

The surrounding officials faded away like paintings washed away by the rain, and then disappeared; then, the queen mother, queen, and concubines faded; the emperor faded; the palace servants and guards faded...

The splendid hall fades away…

Miyagi fades away…

The whole world fades away...

In a flash, the surrounding of the emperor turned into chaos, leaving only him and Pei Ling.

The two set foot in the chaos, facing each other far away.

Behind them, the blood-colored silk threads criss-crossed like a cobweb, densely packed... all the way into the void.

Somewhere in the unseen void, in the dark, they are connected to each other.

These life-suppressing soul lines are the fate that connects the two.

The emperor raised his hand and patted Pei Ling on the head.

The wind in the palm is cold, seemingly unremarkable, but the breath is extremely terrifying.

As the wind howled, all the energy gathered together, turned into a giant palm that covered the sky and covered the sun, appeared void, and roared towards Pei Ling.

The five fingers of the palm are open, and it is so huge that it is almost filled with chaos.

At this moment, in the void in front of Pei Ling, a slender arm emerged, and with a light stroke forward, a blood-colored sword qi that was condensed like a line burst out. The violent momentum slammed into the palm.

clang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the sword and the palm shattered at the same time.

The emperor's complexion remained the same, and the whole body became sharply cold, and the gray-black frost and snow rose in succession, treacherous, violent, ferocious, ruthless...continuously dispersed.

The next moment, a statue of a **** emerged from the chaos, and their breath was the same as the breath the emperor was spreading at the moment.

After these idols appeared, they took action without any hesitation.

The river of blood is surging, suddenly emerging from the chaos, and countless ghosts and grievances are floating in the middle, screaming and wailing; Laugh; there are countless baby palms climbing Chaos, and the small blood-colored palms continue to extend and extend, and the moment is already imminent.

"Ugh..."

In the whistling sound like a ghost crying, the shadows of the fists overlapped, like countless ghosts.

A ferocious and resentful face flashed alternately in the chaos, all seven orifices bleed, and the yin was thick as substance.

The attack was overwhelming, but when all the means were about to fall on Pei Ling, a huge and majestic portal suddenly appeared above his head.

This portal uses thousands of skulls as the foundation stone, the mountain-like skulls as the pillars, the double-eaved Xieshan-style roof, and a huge skull on the front eaves, which is cold and ferocious.

The huge portal is grand and majestic, vaguely vague, and has the breath of "curse".

boom boom boom…

The attack like a violent storm fell on Pei Ling's body without touching him in the slightest.

At the critical moment, all the statues forcibly reversed the attack to avoid hurting Pei Ling.

Immediately, they all stopped, suspended in mid-air, and looked at Pei Ling and the emperor hesitantly.

The emperor's face is solemn, and among his incarnations, it is impossible to tell which is the real him and which is the fake him!

At this time, a huge suction force came from the portal.

The hatred of many gods was all absorbed by the portal.

The emperor said lightly: "Reverse!"

The voice fell, and all the attacks of the gods were reversed, and then the gods disappeared into the void one by one, as if the emperor had never summoned them.

However, the hatred that was swallowed by the portal could not be taken back.

The emperor stood in the air, looking at Pei Ling's eyes, with a sense of disappointment in his surprise, as if he had remembered something.

Combining the fake with the real, stealing the day for the day...

The [Secret Record of the Eclipse Sun] displayed by this cursed ghost reminded him of the "curse" of the past!

This is the world of "curse", and the other party has the protection of "curse" rules, and now his power has just begun to recover, and he can't solve the other party.

If you want to escape the cage set up by the "curse", you have to change your target...

Thinking of this, the emperor's mind moved, and the chaos around him gradually recovered.

The capital was condensed as before, the palace appeared, the gorgeous palace appeared, and the furnishings in the hall were solid... Then there were the queen mother, the queen, the concubines, the emperor's heir, the ministers...

Pei Ling sat back in his original seat, Ruan Xilu and other concubines were still surrounded by him, the warm nephrite was close to his body, the fragrance of fat powder was close to his ears and temples, the tulle curtain was low, and the spring was bright inside the tent. , the officials outside the tent were at a loss.

Everything is exactly the same as before.

At this time, the ministers were talking at length: "Why don't you ask the emperor to tell you about your childhood, so that the empress dowager can confirm with the master?"

"The minister asked to see His Majesty the day before yesterday, and answered a stick of incense in front of the royal family, and asked the real emperor to tell the content of the answer at that time."

"The emperor once gave his ministers a secret edict when he was old. I dare to ask the emperor, what did the secret edict say? And who gave it to Weichen?"