Chapter 124 The Conferred Gods are about to begin, Emperor Yi of the Great Shang
The coast of the North Sea.
A group of soldiers armed with weapons and wearing armor were running fast on the edge of the sea, with anxious expressions.
"The king is dead, and His Highness has not been found yet. You should quickly find His Highness's whereabouts!"
A leading soldier shouted loudly.
"Your Highness's order!"
Boom!
Thousands of soldiers dispersed and dispersed in all directions.
At this time, on the surface of the North Sea, a figure floating on the sea surface slowly opened his eyes.
"I, am not dead?"
Looking at the calm sea surface around him, Zixuan was shocked.
Before he made any move, he felt a sharp pain in his body, and a lot of blood flowed from his chest.
At this time, a voice appeared in Zixuan's mind, "You are not dead, but you will be dead soon."
"If you don't treat it quickly, you will die soon."
Zixuan was shocked, "Who!"
Hiss~~~!!
In a hurry, he accidentally pulled the wound, and he grimaced in pain.
He drank a few mouthfuls of sea water directly and almost immersed himself in the sea water.
The voice appeared again, in a calm voice.
"You will know who I am later. Someone is looking for you on the shore now. If you don't treat the wounds on your body quickly, it will hurt your origin if you delay for a long time, and you will definitely die early."
Gui Xuan's voice echoed in Zi Xuan's mind.
Zi Xuan was terrified when he heard it.
He knew better than anyone where the wounds on his body came from.
This was a wound left by a demon tribe in the North Sea. It looked inconspicuous, but in fact, the demonic energy had entered the body.
If you don't treat it in time, early death is the least of it!
At the moment, he no longer entangled with who was talking to him, and swam towards the coast with gritted teeth.
Fortunately, he was not far from the coast. He swam to the coast in less than three hours. He lay on the beach with a pale face. He wanted to shout, but he had no strength.
He could only breathe heavily and look at the Great Shang soldiers who were looking for him in the distance with discomfort.
Gui Xuan looked helpless.
He had just peeked into this kid's memory.
Unexpectedly, this guy turned out to be the future Great Shang Emperor, Emperor Xin's father, Emperor Yi.
What a coincidence.
"No wonder Hongjun of this world did not descend to the No. 1 prehistoric world. It turns out that this world is in the period of the Conferred Gods, and the Three Shangs are conferred gods."
"Conferred Gods..."
In the sea of consciousness of the future Emperor Yi, Gui Xuan has confirmed what period this prehistoric world is in.
If the No. 1 prehistoric world has not changed, it is estimated that this period is approaching.
"This calamity is for the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect to commit the killing precepts, and it just happened that Haotian went to Hongjun to cry that he had no subordinates and was looked down upon by the saints."
"The Jie Sect was destroyed..."
It seems that some preparations need to be made.
At this time, the future Emperor Yi was about to die, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to let others find him, but he couldn't lift it up.
Seeing this, Gui Xuan shook his head.
"Boy, forget it, I'll help you!"
Buzz~~
At the moment when Zixuan was about to faint, Gui Xuan's weak Yuanshen emitted a ray of light.
Instantly attracted the attention of the soldiers in the distance.
"Your Highness is there!"
"Quick!"
"Where's the witch doctor! Witch doctor!!"
The whole scene immediately became chaotic.
After the witch doctor's treatment, Zixian finally lay on the beach with a steady breath.
The leading soldier saw this and hurriedly said, "Quickly escort His Highness back to the palace!"
The former king Wen Ding had passed away, and the palace needed Prince Zixian to take charge at this time.
The leading soldier did not wait for Zixian to fully recover, and rode the strange beast under him to lead the soldiers back to the camp.
"Raise the army and return to the court!"
Da Shang, Yindu.
As the most powerful dynasty among the human race, the Da Shang Dynasty was gathering at this time.
The imperial capital was filled with sorrow and solemnity inside and outside.
The Great King Wen Ding of the Da Shang Empire died unexpectedly, and his son Zixian had not returned from pacifying the North Sea, and the entire capital was on alert.
The eight hundred princes of the Da Shang Dynasty moved upon hearing the news.
Especially the Zhou people in the west, who were ready to move.
Wen Ding killed Ji Li, and his son Ji Chang was resentful and wanted to go to war, but was delayed by natural disasters.
During his reign, he suffered from natural disasters one after another. The Huan River in the royal capital area "dry three times a day", and the economy and national strength of the Shang Dynasty gradually weakened.
The national strength was unstable, and the princes in all directions had strange thoughts.
Tai Shi Wen Zhong rode the black unicorn to Beihai quickly to welcome the return of Prince Zixian.
"Who hurt Zixian!"
Flying out of the capital for billions of miles, Wen Zhong's majestic eyes fell on the seriously injured Zixian, with an angry expression.
"Tai Shi, the prince was suppressing the rebellion in Beihai, and was attacked by the demon tribe and the demon spirit entered his body. When we found it, it was too late. The prince was already seriously injured." The leading general whispered.
"Demon tribe..." Wen Zhong's voice was low.
Finally, he snorted coldly, and a fairy light passed into Zixian's body.
Zixian's face gradually flushed after the fairy light entered his body.
Zixuan opened his eyes slightly, looking at Wen Zhong who appeared in front of him, and said in a weak voice, "Grand Master..."
"The king died, and before he died, he entrusted his son to me, and let Your Highness succeed him." Wen Zhong interrupted Zixuan's words, "Your Highness, follow me back to the capital to stabilize the situation in Da Shang!"
As he said, he waved his hand and took Zixuan away.
"Is this Wen Zhong?"
Gui Xuan silently observed in Zixuan's sea of consciousness.
The prehistoric world does not count years.
Ten thousand years passed in a blink of an eye.
In ten thousand years, Da Shang has undergone many changes.
Since Prince Zixuan succeeded to the throne of Da Shang, he was honored as Emperor Yi.
At this time, Emperor Yi sat on the royal palace, looking at the ministers of Da Shang with a gloomy face.
"The Zhou tribe does not respect their superiors and brings soldiers to attack our Shang capital."
Emperor Yi said in a deep voice, "I wonder what good plans you have."
Grand Master Wen Zhong stepped forward, "My king, I want to bring a million troops to overwhelm the Zhou tribe and correct the king's power!"
"Approved!"
Emperor Yi's voice was majestic, and his eyes were shining!
"In this battle, we will destroy the Zhou tribe and enhance our imperial power!"
"Respect the king's order!"
Wen Zhong's aura was ethereal, and the power of a celestial being soared into the sky.
"Teacher, is this the immortal of Jiejiao?"
Emperor Yi looked at Wen Zhong's majestic and ethereal back and asked in his heart.
"Wen Zhong is one of the few loyal ministers of your Shang Dynasty. As a third-generation disciple of Jiejiao, he has outstanding talent and noble status."
"If you die in the future, you can rest assured to entrust your orphan to him."
Gui Xuan floated in Emperor Yi's sea of consciousness and said with interest.
But his words made Emperor Yi's face darken, "Teacher, as the emperor of man, although I can't practice, I have a long life. How can I die easily?"
"Then how did your father die?" Gui Xuan said in a calm voice.
Emperor Yi's face froze.
"Although the emperor of man is blessed by the luck of the human race, you are the emperor of man in name only, not in reality compared with the three emperors of ancient times."
"It's just a title."
"The eight hundred princes of Da Shang obey you? Or do all the millions of people in your Da Shang territory agree with you."
Gui Xuan continued.
"Although you are the emperor of man, you are far from the three emperors of ancient times, or even the five emperors."
Emperor Yi was silent.
Da Shang has been established for 400 years, and he is the 29th emperor of man.
As time goes by, Da Shang is no longer as good as before, with all four seas obeying and paying tribute.
There are princes inside who are ready to make a move, and barbarians outside who often harass.
It can be said that there were internal and external troubles, natural disasters and man-made disasters one after another.
The national strength gradually declined.
Looking at the silent Emperor Yi, Gui Xuan added another knife, "Your origin is flowing away, you won't live long, hurry up and give birth to a child and raise the next generation."
"Then let your next generation become the last king, and your Shang Dynasty will be over."
Can you not be so hurtful when you speak?
Emperor Yi didn't want to talk anymore.
Ever since his teacher appeared in his mind ten thousand years ago, he often told him to give birth to a child quickly.
It gave him a headache.
Today, he even said that his child would become the last king, which made Emperor Yi a little helpless.
At the same time, his heart became heavier.
"Please tell me..."
Although this mysterious teacher could not appear.
He often gave him advice and helped him overcome difficulties.
If it weren't for his teacher, he would have had a very difficult time in these ten thousand years.
It also made him change from suspicion at the beginning to conviction now.
Gui Xuan did not hide it and said directly, "It is about the battle between gods and immortals."
"Your Great Shang will become a place where gods and immortals fight, and that will be the time when your Great Shang will be destroyed."
"Your son will be cursed for billions of years."
Hiss~~~
Emperor Yi took a deep breath and was shocked.
When the gods and immortals fight, Emperor Yi immediately thought of his own Grand Master.
There are countless talents in the entire Great Shang, but only Grand Master Wen Zhong is from the Holy Church and has outstanding strength.
Could it be...
Emperor Yi's thoughts are churning.
Gui Xuan continued, "Everything has a glimmer of hope."
"If you want to turn the tables in the Shang Dynasty, it is not impossible."
Emperor Yi was delighted, "Teacher..."
"If you want to save yourself, you must first strengthen the people and enrich the country." Gui Xuan said, "Your Shang Dynasty has hundreds of millions of people, which is your chance to turn the tables."
"You want to make them full, and then they will be willing to follow you."
"What I taught you before is the foundation of strengthening the people and the method of enriching the country."
"As for what you want to do, it depends on you."
After speaking, Gui Xuan stopped talking and fell into a deep sleep.
No matter how Emperor Yi called out, he could not respond.
In the end, Emperor Yi had no choice but to start making arrangements in the Shang Dynasty territory according to the knowledge that Gui Xuan had taught him before.
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World No. 1.
Gui Xuan carefully absorbed the information from World No. 3, and slowly opened his eyes after a long time.
"Conferring the Gods..."
Since he already knew the time point of World No. 3, he would not sit and wait for death.
The split soul, because it is in a state of alternating reality and illusion, cannot stay awake for a long time.
This time, I don't know how long I will sleep.
"The Conferred God is related to the three religions, it seems that we need to plan."
Gui Xuan thought carefully and directly called the four saints, Zhen Yuanzi, Hou Tu, Hong Yun, and Minghe Laozu, to come together.
"The second prehistoric world has been completely taken over by me."
"The next step is when I will merge the two worlds into one, and then the two worlds will be shaken."
"The saints of the Xuanmen in this world, Sanqing and Nuwa are still kept in the dark, you release Sanqing and Nuwa from the second prehistoric world."
Zhen Yuanzi and others read the words and nodded.
Then pointed their fingers.
The Sanqing, Nuwa, Jie Yin, and Zhunti from the second prehistoric world were released.
As soon as these saints appeared, they wanted to resist.
But they were suppressed by a huge force and could not move.
At this time, the two saints from the West who were far away in Kunlun Mountain, Wahuang Palace, and even suppressed in the Western world, opened their eyes and looked towards the Fangzhang Fairy Island in the North Sea.
“That’s... me?”