Chapter 886 Uncle gave you a big gift! Lord of Yuanyang

For those who fit, this answer was completely unexpected by Zhou Dao.

His father who stole the blood of the Qin clan and practiced the setting sun method is actually a fit person, perfectly fused with the power of the Yuan ancestor.

"The black coffin..."

In Zhou Dao's mind, the black coffin that sealed Zhou Xuan's corpse appeared instinctively.

In the past, many clues were connected together like jade beads and turned into a thread.

Longhushan comprehended the power of demon gods, and Dongwangshan suppressed Yuanzu's reincarnation...the black coffin had appeared to absorb the power. ?

That man has been dead for more than twenty years, but he is like a ghost, his influence still remains in the billowing world of mortals, driving all causes to run.

"It's really surprising." Zhou Dao thought to himself.

He did not deny that, except for the power of the setting sun, a large part of being able to reach today's realm was due to Zhou Xuan's arrangement.

But judging from the conversation with Emperor Qin, it seems that Zhou Xuan's purpose is not only to push Zhou Dao up.

He concealed part of the facts, and the hidden facts concealed Zhou Xuan's real purpose.

"It seems that he didn't tell you any of these things."

Qin Huang's voice brought Zhou Dao back from his thoughts.

"Those who fit together, who integrate the power of the ancestors, they are not so easy to fall..."

"Your Majesty means..." Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice.

"He's dead...it's a fact." Qin Huang changed the subject, making Zhou Dao quite puzzled.

"But...his body is gone..."

Speaking of this, the green gauze curtain shook slightly, like a breeze, showing the figure on the high throne, staring at Zhou Dao below indifferently.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Report to Your Majesty, I don't know."

Zhou Dao shook his head and replied calmly.

The cold main hall is like a pool of stagnant water, the silence is terrifying, you can even hear the breathing of the palace eunuch, and the lingering incense makes the figure in the green gauze curtain even more illusory.

"I have prepared a gift for you, take it home."

After a while, Qin Huang's voice sounded again, and he changed the subject, as if to terminate the conversation.

"Thank you, sir..."

"Okay, these common etiquettes will be waived." Qin Huang raised his hand to signal, interrupting Zhou Dao's hypocritical politeness.

"Go down."

"The minister will leave."

Zhou Dao saluted, turned around and walked out of Qianyang Hall, a young **** who was waiting outside rushed to greet him and lead the way.

The lingering incense was floating in the hall, and in a trance, a nihilistic figure walked slowly from the incense, passed through the green gauze curtain, and came to Qin Huang's side.

"He doesn't seem entirely convinced."

The condensed figure looked at Zhou Dao's leaving direction, and suddenly said.

"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter...Everything in nature, from ancient times to the present, is true and false, false and true..." Emperor Qin sighed: "Even this world may not be true."

As soon as the words fell, there was a wave of waves in Qianyang Hall. The guards, palace maids, eunuchs...all disappeared like a cloud of smoke, disappeared, and it is unknown whether they were wiped out by someone, or were just illusory bubbles from beginning to end.

As Qin Huang said, true and false, false and true.

This may be the essence of heaven and earth, and also the profound meaning of practice.

"You're about to take that step, why bother." The condensed figure of Xianghuo couldn't help but said as he watched the changes in Qianyang Hall.

"Zhou Xuan...he is a very special person...his whole life is not himself, but Zhou Dao..." Qin Huang murmured softly.

"He has already surpassed the Zhou Xuan of that year." The figure condensed with incense said in a deep voice.

"It's not enough...Based on what I know about Zhou Xuan, he still has the most important things that he hasn't entrusted to him..." Qin Huang said in a deep voice, "That's all about Zhou Xuan...everything that must be entrusted to this little guy .”

"It's a pity... that man died too early... Otherwise, he might be another master of Yuanyang." The figure condensed by the incense said lightly.

"The long river of time, the thread of fate... Everyone has their own mission... There is no such thing as the Lord of Yuanyang... To a certain extent, he continued his life for the setting sun..."

Qin Huang couldn't help sighing: "Yuan Wang's ceremony...what a grand idea."

"What he really wants to do is not to erase Yuan Zu, to kill the only immortal creature in this world..."

"Your consciousness means..." The condensed figure of Xianghuo couldn't help but move.

"The Lord of Yuanyang... That woman is very imposing... She created the Yuanwang Fahui, and from the beginning she wanted to devour Yuanzu and eat him."

"Eat Yuanzu!?" The figure condensed with incense couldn't help but gasped, almost blowing his body away.

"If it weren't for this, how could he have refined the dragon veins in the world and seized the luck of the Daoist sect?" Qin Huang said indifferently.

"Unfortunately, the Lord of Yuanyang underestimated Yuanzu. His life level is unimaginable. How can a jackdaw swallow the sun and the moon?"

"For endless years, generation after generation of Yuan kings have appeared, but no one has ever been able to break through their own lives to a level that can swallow Yuan Zu... until the Dao King was born two thousand years ago."

A dusty secret was narrated from Qin Huang's mouth.

"Did he get the inspiration from the Yuan King Fahui?" The figure condensed with incense asked in a deep voice.

"That's right, since Yuan Zu cannot be devoured, then replace it and create a body as a container to keep his power as his own..."

This is the idea of ​​the Dao King. He held the Dao King Sacrifice, annihilating ninety-nine percent of the ancient blood of the demon race in the world, extracting the power of the ancient demon **** from it, further refining and refining, and refining the most primitive ancestor factor Come out, use the fit person as the carrier, and cultivate a body that can accommodate the true soul of Yuan Zu.

This is a grand plan that has lasted for two thousand years and consumed the power of six generations of Taoist kings.

"This is the trump card that Daomen is holding?" The condensed figure of Xianghuo said coldly: "It's no wonder that Longhu Mountain was destroyed, those old guys never made a move."

"Of course, cultivating that body consumed more than half of Longhushan's luck and strength. Even if the gate of the mountain is destroyed, those old guys won't be able to spare their hands." Qin Huang said lightly.

On the day Longhushan was destroyed, only Mi Jueluo made a move. As for the fifth ancestor of Longhushan, he never even showed his face.

From this, Qin Huang knew that these old guys had reached a critical moment.

"In the battle at Wudao Mountain, the king of Taoism reincarnated and returned... He has endured until now, just to realize the plan for two thousand years..." Qin Huang's eyes were ethereal, as if he had already seen everything.

Although he lives in seclusion in the capital, he knows everything about the world like the palm of his hand.

"Can it really succeed?" The figure condensed with incense couldn't help asking.

Before the endless years, Yuanzu's body had already been beheaded by the setting sun's patriarch.

Later, Zhou Dao inherited the throne of King Yuan, and forced Yuanzu's true spirit out of the central tomb, and reincarnated into the world of mortals.

Later, on the Enlightenment Mountain, Zhou Dao directly killed his reincarnation in this life.

It can be said that the current Yuanzu is the weakest moment in the past and present, and now he seems to have a weakness.

If the Dao King had achieved the achievements of the past two thousand years, fulfilled the original plan, and created that supreme body, it might really be possible to replace it and become the new ancestor.

"It doesn't matter if you succeed or not... soon you will be back where you started..."

Qin Huang got up slowly, and the figure condensed with incense swayed next to him.

"Let's go and have a look at the black coffin in Jiumiao Temple."

Qin Huang whispered, stepped out with one step, and disappeared in Qianyang Hall.

…

Imperial Palace, Mingjing Building.

Under the leadership of the little eunuch, Zhou Dao turned left and right and came to this small three-story building.

"Zhoudao..."

As soon as he got downstairs, a familiar voice came from behind, calling him to stop.

"His Highness Ninth."

The palace eunuchs in front of the building saw the visitor and saluted one after another.

"Old Ninth?" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up, but the Ninth Prince had already arrived.

"I heard that you entered the palace, so I happened to come and see you."

"You rarely walk around the palace."

The Ninth Prince left Beijing since he was a child, and he was the first among many princes to leave the palace.

"I happened to enter the palace to pay my respects." The Ninth Prince said in a deep voice: "Now that Daoshan is about to be born, I have to go to the east and send people."

"Your business is really good." Zhou Dao curled his lips.

He knew that the Ninth Prince's business was huge, almost all over the world.

At the beginning, during the battle of Wudao Mountain, he deployed it half a year in advance, and he insisted on building a square city there.

As a result, at the beginning of the war, an unknown number of monks flocked to him, making him a lot of money.

"Taizu said that customer flow is the lifeblood of business... Daoshan is born, and that is where the world is full of crime." The Ninth Prince grinned.

While speaking, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally turned to the three-story building next to him.

"Why did you come to this place? This is the private library of the emperor... ordinary people are not allowed to enter."

"His Majesty's private library?" Zhou Dao was taken aback.

"Reporting to Your Highness, Your Majesty bestowed a gift on King Yuan, and I'm here to respectfully invite you." The little **** next to him hurriedly explained.

"Worthy of being a celebrity in the dynasty, the prince who was conferred by the father...so he has won the reward." The Ninth Prince smiled and said: "You are the first one to receive the reward in the father's private library."

"If this gets out, I don't know how many people will be jealous."

While talking, the Ninth Prince looked around, pulled Zhou Dao aside, and muttered in a low voice: "You won't be the father who stayed outside..."

"What?" Zhou Dao looked strange.

"My brother."

"You don't talk nonsense when you are on the horse... This is the palace." Zhou Dao stared wide-eyed, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Qianyang Palace.

"What are you afraid of? Just kidding...Father can't hear me." Seeing Zhou Dao's expression, the Ninth Prince couldn't help laughing.

"That's not certain."

Zhou Dao curled his lips, waved his hands hastily, planned the Ninth Prince's nonsense, and distanced himself from him.

"Eunuch, let's go in."

"Please, Prince Yuan."

The little **** opened the door of [Ming Jing Building], and after entering, there was a porch, but there was an old portrait hanging on the wall, on which was a thin man standing on a barren field, accompanied by The two have completely different temperaments, one is blind and peaceful, the other is wild and unruly.

"This is... the portrait of Taizu?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking.

The Ninth Prince had already stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"This is an ancient painting left by the national painter of the Imperial Court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The painting on it is the Taizu in his youth. As for the two behind him... they are his best friends in his youth." The Ninth Prince condensed his voice. murmur.

Great Qin Taizu was born in a reckless family, and almost all the masters who followed him to conquer the world in the future were met by him in his youth.

"Tiangangdisha!?" Zhou Dao's eyes dimmed, staring at the two people beside Taizu.

"You look right... This blind senior is the first head of the Yuyao Division..."

"As for the one next to him, he is the first chief of Zhenma Division." Nine Emperors' face showed a trace of awe in reminiscence of their ancestors.

"Why did Your Majesty hang this portrait here?" Zhou Dao was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that if it is to worship the ancestors, it would be more appropriate to hang a portrait of Dingding Jiangshan and sitting on the throne?

"Everyone has a time when they were young... They were also young and reckless, but three thousand years have passed, and today, they are all respected Taoist ancestors, receiving incense from future generations, and entering the legend of history." The Ninth Prince murmured softly .

"Father feels that life is unpredictable. Compared with the glamor after success, the purity of the past should not be forgotten by future generations."

Zhou Dao nodded when he heard the words, and looked at the three people in the portrait with a dazed expression.

"Your Majesty really..."

Zhou Dao hesitated to speak, but today he met a multi-faceted and unusual Emperor Qin.

"Your Majesty Yuan Wang, please come with me... What Your Majesty bestows on you is also a painting." The little **** made a gesture of invitation and said respectfully.

"A painting?" Zhou Dao was curious.

But the little **** came to the bookshelf, opened the cabinet with a secret key, took out a long bronze box, put it on the table, turned the wheel on the long bronze box, and the lid on the top opened automatically.

It really is a scroll inside, but the style is old, and the style of mounting is not like that of this dynasty.

Zhou Dao touched it, and even the material of the picture scroll was very special. It didn't look like ordinary silk, but rather some kind of special leather.

"Lord Yuan Wang, this is the painting His Majesty bestowed on you." The little **** respectfully held the long bronze box and handed it to Zhou Dao.

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Zhou Dao took out the scroll and asked the Ninth Prince to hold one end, while he slowly unfolded the scroll.

Immediately, an ancient mountain appeared before the eyes, undulating vertically and horizontally like a real dragon, stretching like a sky.

This mountain looks like the pinnacle of the world of mortals, standing at the end of the world.

Under Cangshan Mountain, the setting sun is setting and the afterglow is like blood splashing, making this picture scroll look mysterious and ancient.

"Sunset on Cangshan Mountain!"

Zhou Dao murmured softly, and felt a huge artistic conception rushing towards his face. The moment he saw the picture, the Hunyuan mana in his body boiled, and the cursed sun seal automatically operated, and the darkest arc spread to the surroundings .

"This is no ordinary picture scroll."

Zhou Dao couldn't help being moved, but his concentrated eyes turned to the signature of this ancient painting, where a name was imprinted:

Lord of Yuanyang!