Immortal Voices

Rong Xian looked at the young man steadily, his eyes were stung by the sharp sword.

She blinked, and the whole sea of ​​consciousness turned into an invisible sword spirit, and Sen Leng's murderousness pointed at this uninvited guest.

There was a hint of surprise in Emperor Hanxing's eyes, and because the smile was not long, the radian of the corner of his mouth seemed rusty and stiff.

His voice was like him, cold and lonely, and still like snow: "Very good."

Rong Xian can't tell whether this mysterious person is saying that her sword is good or that she is a good person, maybe they are all good.

She bent her lip corners, her eyes were clear and clean, but she could not keep any shadows, and her voice was like her own. She seemed gentle and indifferent: "Suddenly, what do you need?

The emperor, like his temperament, went straight and frankly, "You are a bloodline of the aunt."

The smile on the corner of Rong Xian's mouth froze, and he almost seemed to be a rising character in the Rong family.

Okay, she remembered that there was sword emperor's blood in her body, so was this the owner?

Not ...

This man is a sword emperor! !!

Rong Xian tried to conceal the horror in her heart. No matter it was the temperament of the person or the words she spoke, she told her who the person was.

The first person in the era 10,000 years ago stirred the whole world.

And he also claimed to be '朕', wearing a dragon robe and a lucky golden dragon guard, probably the legendary emperor in classic secrets who ruled the world.

This heavy halo of identity has depressed Rong Xian's inexplicable lack of confidence, and more importantly, she does not know why such a powerful person came to her.

Is it because she robbed someone of their essence and blood, and they came to her to settle the bill?

Judging from her current situation, she would definitely not be able to fight, and she could not escape.

Rong Xian, who has always been in control of the explosive table, is a bit bad. This uncontrollable thing suddenly appeared, which really made her react.

Rong Xian was speechless, Feng eyes stared at the emperor, wondering what to say, this rare embarrassment made her somewhat helpless.

There was a smile in the eyes of the emperor, and he seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and directly answer Rong Xian's doubts: "Whether it is Hei or Hei's dynasty, there is no heir, and you appear exactly."

Rong Xian looked a little puzzled. She was not suspicious of the emperor. The emperor disdain to lie. She saw it clearly. She just didn't understand how such a strong man could be worried about the heirs.

The emperor did not conceal anything. He said lightly and calmly: "Three uncles and one daughter were killed by the enemy, and the uncle was seriously wounded. There is not much time. The people of the entire dynasty have no time. They A new emperor is needed to lead them out of the haze. "

He insisted: "Although I don't know what is going on, you are indeed your only bloodline. With this bloodline, you should take responsibility."

Rong Xian has no reason to refuse the emperor. A drop of sword emperor's blood owes her a cause and effect, coupled with the powerful power brought by this bloodline, she cannot refuse the emperor's request.

Rong Xian groaned for a moment, nodding her head slightly. Before that, a little bit of hostile sword flickered away instantly, she said softly, "Okay."

The emperor Meiyu was relieved, as if the stone that had been pressed on his heart was removed, but he was happy.

The rare smile is like a lotus above the snow, which makes people want to treasure it.

"What's your name?" The emperor smiled, his face without any expression as sharp and cold as the soldiers.

Rong Xian frowned: "Rong Xian."

The emperor was silent for a moment, and sighed softly, "It's a godsend."

His surname is Rong, his country is the Rong dynasty, and the country's ancestor is Zhong Rong. Now his only blood is the Rong surname, which is really a fixed number.

The emperor looked down, and his eyelashes, like crow feathers, cast a shadow on the bottom of his eyes. His expression was still so cold, like a snow-capped mountain, unattainable.

His expression was very serious and his tone was very serious: "Your name is Rong Ya, Zi Xian, is the Empress of the Rong Dynasty."

He was not asking, nor was it a simple statement. He informed Rong Xian of her name, her words, and her responsibilities after informing him.

Rong Xian accepted it without any objection. She crooked her head and pondered for a moment, tentatively saying, "If the Rong Dynasty is broken by me, you won't blame me, right?"

The emperor did not answer. He looked at Rong Xian deeply, and seemed to wonder if he had decided to give the dynasty to the house of a girl in her twenties.

But there is no way, he will not live long, the dynasty also needs a new emperor, and those who have the blood of the emperor are undoubtedly the most easily accepted.

The emperor was silent for a moment and said, "Your grand meeting will come to welcome you back."

Rong Xiancheng's eyes seemed to be full of Yuehui, beautiful: "Well, I look forward to it."

The golden light in the emperor's eyes faded, and the figure turned into a lucky golden dragon.

With a long chant, Qi Yun Jinlong wandered beside Rong Xian.

The emperor has left!

Rong Xian's eyes looked at this slowly dissipating golden dragon, his mouth slightly raised.

Zhongqianjie, Rong Dynasty?

She turned the memory of the family tree in her mind, and couldn't help but sigh, "It turns out to be my family. In the end, I'm still Rong family."

If it wasn't for the house, how could she not feel her own blood.

The arc of the corner of Rong Xian's mouth slowly deepened, and she stroked her sleeves. She sighed with emotion: "Cangtian has eyes. I can't bear the blood of Rong's blood.

Zhong Qian Rong dynasty, the imperial city of Beijing.

The emperor sitting on the dragon's chair opened his eyes, the frost in his eyes disappeared, and the color of gratification sprang up.

He took out the Fengshen list, watching the names of the children on the list dim, and the auspicious clouds below disappeared. He sighed and reached out to erase all the names.

Picking up the pen, he slowly and powerfully wrote on the Fengshen list: the crown prince, Rong Ya.

Under the name of Rong Ya, a cloud of gas was born.

The emperor reached out and tossed the Fengshenbang to the void, the golden dragon who was lazily lying in the sea of ​​clouds rushed down, opened his mouth and held the Fengshenban to fly high.

At this moment, everyone in the capital looked up towards the palace. In the sea of ​​clouds, the ever-spreading golden dragon was tumbling happily in the sea of ​​clouds, and then the head of the dragon lifted up and rushed towards the Nine Heavens.

‘Ang’ came out with a cheerful long howl, with a long voice, running through the sky and straight into Jiuxiao.

The sound of dragon yin shook people's hearts, as if it sounded deep in the soul, and the coercion brought by the body of Qianzhang Dragon made people unable to stand up, powerful and unmatched, and majestic.

The pair of dragons that are always on top of each other are dazzling, and the scales on them are dazzling.

With a long howl, everyone in the Rong dynasty's territory looked in the direction of the capital city in surprise. The Golden Dragon slammed into a river of luck, and a slightly smaller luck Jinlong separated from it and ran to Xiao Qianjie. direction.

"This is ..." Doctor Yu Shi stared at the separated Jin Yun, who was surprised and speechless for a long time.

He danced excitedly: "It is the crown prince, and our next king."