When the Ming Dynasty Emperor Zhu Di finished speaking, Yi Xu's expression had changed.

Because in his mind, the formation that was like endless mist blocking had unlocked its true face.

From the use of the formation, the arrangement of the formation and all predictions that may be born in the formation in the future.

Another most important thing: the foundation of the formation of this formation - the sacrifice of a person who carries the fate and luck of Ziwei.

No wonder there was no attempt at a monstrous formation in the pre-Qin period, because no emperor was willing to fill this formation with his own lives.

"Chengzu?"

Yi Xu's expression changed wildly, and he finally knew where the scars on the projection of Ming Chengzu came from.

That's a sacrifice!

Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty, actually sacrificed this formation himself.

"Why?"

As if he knew what Yi Xu was going to say, Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty, waved his hand and said calmly:

"This is what I deserve. For this throne, I have broken the Taizu left behind to suppress those who tried to establish the Heavenly Court. I should make up for this. How could the descendants of the Zhu family dare to be cowards who dare not do it? Have you ever had someone else to take the sins you committed on my behalf?"

Zhu Di's voice was neither sad nor happy, and he was calm and without a trace of fear.

He turned his head to look at Yi Xu and said:

"This decision may be very sudden for you, but I have been thinking about it for seven hundred years and it should be over."

There was a feeling of relief in his voice.

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Di, the Ming Chengzu in the Qianqing Palace, had already stood up.

The phantoms beside him had all disappeared, and he was the only one left in the air.

All the illusion disappeared, leaving only the most essential reality.

The formation patterns in the entire hall were constantly flowing.

It was like a ceremony that had been held for thousands of years and began its follow-up.

Countless Taoist scriptures escaped from the earth, flew into the air, and were printed on the body of Zhu Di, the ancestor of Ming Chenggong.

Ancient and mysterious words seem to dominate a sacrifice.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

As time passed, Zhu Di's entire body began to gradually brighten and turned into a pure golden color.

Golden threads coiled on his body.

It was like countless golden lights flowing into the entire world.

The entire golden dragon robe of Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, was no longer visible after a while, and only a golden body was left.

It is like a body formed by countless energy gathering, and countless floating Taoist texts flowing in the air.

The golden light was still climbing upwards, and they slowly climbed from under the neck of Ming Chengzu onto Ming Chengzu's face.

From beginning to end, he looked calm and looked at him calmly, and went to death calmly.

In his memory, he has been making this decision for nearly seven hundred years.

At the beginning, he was still a little scared.

But as time goes by, there is nothing I can't figure out or see through.

His eyes looked through the entire Forbidden City, as if his eyes were back to the ancestral teachings of the Zhu family.

That is the character of the Zhu family.

If you do not marry, do not cede land, and do not pay compensation, the emperor will defend the country's borders, and the king will die in the country.

Even if his descendants of the Ming Dynasty were not talented or strategy, no one had ever violated this ancestral teaching.

Now, since he has broken the overall situation by fighting for the throne, he, the king, will make up for the final overall situation.

If you die, you will die. The Zhu family has never been a person who is greedy for life and fears death.

As the golden color covered the body of Zhu Di, the Ming Dynasty's Chengzu, Zhu Di's figure gradually disappeared.

Begins to integrate into the entire formation.

Born to be brilliant, die to be calm.

Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty, died calmly in the Ganqing Palace, and his soul and soul were destroyed.

In an instant, the dragon veins under the entire earth vibrated, and the formation had completed the most important step.

Yi Xu's eyes changed.

A kind of admiration arose in his heart.

Emperor, not everyone can do this.

"Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty, is a real hero!"

But the world is the most ruthless existence, and everything in the entire hall will not stop with Zhu Di's death.

The whole sacrifice continued.

Ziwei's fate is the one that the emperor belongs to, and can be obtained by people who are not ordinary people.

Its fate can carry the pressure of dragon veins in all directions and command changes in the world of the world. It is really the ultimate fate.

The destiny of heaven is nothing more than this.

At this time, this supreme fate is constantly integrating into the formation.

In the extremely dazzling golden light, it seemed like a five-clawed golden dragon roaring.

Endless purple air emerged out of thin air, and the dragon veins in all directions moved with the momentum.

The imperial seal in the air was also shocked.

Back then, the Qin Dynasty created this formation, which was based on the imperial jade seal and the twelve gold men to suppress the entire formation.

However, Yi Xu speculated that even the people from the pre-Qin period probably did not expect that this formation would be used in a thousand years.

After all, it is impossible to let one peak human emperor to sacrifice himself.

In the Ganqing Palace.

Wu Jie looked at the flowing golden light in the air, and Yi Xu, who was looking at the air in the Ganqing Palace, said:

“What’s going on?”

Unlike Yi Xu who knew all the situation, the great monk Wujie looked at the scene in front of him with a confused look on his face.

What was born?

Where am I?

Standing there, Yi Xu, wearing a Taoist robe, sighed and said:

"The foundation of this formation is that a person who carries the fate of Ziwei and has ascended the throne can only be opened. What we just saw is not a phantom at all. It was the soul of Zhu Di, the ancestor of Ming Dynasty, seven hundred years ago. I saw that there was a knife wound on his wrist before, but it was just a scar left when he fought in the world, but…………”

When Yi Xu said this, he paused for a moment, and he smiled, as if he was laughing at his innocence.

"But I didn't expect that it was not a scar when fighting the world, but......"

It is the overall situation left by a real emperor seven hundred years ago.

Yi Xu said silently in his heart, and then continued:

"It is the scars left by him when he sacrificed himself. In order to make up for the Ming Taizu's backup, Zhu Di, the Ming Chengzu, used his body to supplement the Tao. He had already sacrificed his body with this formation seven hundred years ago, but lacked the supreme divine objects that suppressed the entire formation. Today, seven hundred years later, we brought the imperial seal here, and the divine objects were also all. This sacrifice ceremony that had lasted for seven hundred years continued."

"So he died?"

The boss with no sign of glasses, he couldn't believe that a great emperor who left a strong mark in the mythical era died in front of him.

Yixu smiled bitterly and said:

"It's not that I'm dead, it's even worse, and my body and body are destroyed."

He then turned his head and looked at Yi Xu and said:

"The reason why Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty, could only ask two questions just now is that he could only suppress two questions to answer us. After that, he would complete the entire sacrifice ceremony that had lasted for seven hundred years. After sacrificed his body, he still needed his soul."

"This is sacrifice to his soul."

"A generation of emperors, he didn't have to."

Yi Xu was sighing, but he also knew that this was the decision of Emperor Chengzu of Ming.

Otherwise no one could let him sacrifice.

"He could have fought in the underworld like he said of the emperors of all generations."

As Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty, said, success and failure of emperors in all dynasties are due to luck.

They cannot live forever, but they can choose to re-enter the battle in the underworld.

Once you reach the underworld.
To be continued...