To the east of the Fanyun Mountains, inside a mountain village.

The hundred thousand golden armored guards stood in front of Su Ziyang and knelt down.

"Welcome to the Emperor, long live my emperor!"

The sound is neat and the momentum is overwhelming.

"Flat!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Su Ziyang looked at Luo Shun and nodded with satisfaction.

This guy is a bit stubborn, but he is absolutely loyal.

Come to the main hall of the village.

"General Luo, please follow me to Hugang Village!" Su Ziyang said.

"Emperor, according to the spies' reward, Zhao Chan has sent a million troops to attack Hugang Village! If we go now, we will definitely meet them." Luo Shun said.

"Zhao Chan?" Su Ziyang frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Chan is the lord of Ziyu Pavilion. Her strength is infinitely close to the holy level. Her true combat power is far beyond that of the average holy level!" Luo Shun introduced.

Su Ziyang nodded slightly, "Then have you sent someone to deliver a letter?"

"Your Majesty, the last general has sent him, but there is no response!" Luo Shun said.

Su Ziyang frowned and thought deeply. After a moment, he looked at Luo Shun, "Next, you should do this..."

After hearing this, Luo Shun nodded repeatedly.

...

...

To the west of the Fanyun Mountains, there is a mountain village called Hugang Village.

Fanyun Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, covering an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers. Various attics are located in the village and are inhabited by more than 100,000 people.

On this day, there was no usual crowds and smoke from the cabin, and there were no guards guarding the gate of the cabin.

Inside the village, there was a silence like death.

Even the birds and insects were afraid, and at this moment they were dormant, without making any sound.

"call……"

In the village, the fog drifts with the wind, making the whole village look like a dream, a psychedelic like a fairyland, and a scattered like a mansion.

A burly man stood at the door of the village, frowned and looked solemn.

He is Su Ziyang.

"No one?"

"Are there a hundred thousand troops?"

Su Ziyang used his trance eyes to passively swept towards the entire mountain village.

There was not a single figure in the mountain village within five hundred meters.

“What the hell happened?”

Su Ziyang walked into the mountain village.

Along the way, be careful and observe the surroundings.

suddenly.

Two figures appeared behind Su Ziyang.

"Stop, you can't stop and make a big splash in the village, so why do you make a name for yourself?

This sound scared Su Ziyang.

Turn around and look back.

Two golden armored guards were found holding spears, their eyes were dull, and they spoke mechanical words in their mouths.

That way, it was like the soul had been pulled away.

Seeing these two golden armored guards, Su Ziyang gasped.

Being able to avoid your divine eyes passively and unable to observe is definitely not easy.

Who is it?

Su Ziyang murmured.

He took out the priest's medal in his hand and raised it in front of the two of them.

"Why don't you kneel down quickly when you see me!"

A loud shout made both of their heads roar.

The stiff body slowly knelt down.

"Welcome to the Emperor, long live my emperor..."

"Flat!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Take me to see Xuanyuan Wu." Su Ziyang said.

"yes!"

The two golden armored guards walked forward, and Su Ziyang followed them closely.

He carried his hands on his back, his expression calm, but his divine eyes were scanning the surroundings, and he did not dare to be careless at all.

Not long after, the Jinjiawei took Su Ziyang to a magnificent hall.

"Your Majesty, our general is waiting for you inside!"

After saying that, the two golden armored guards slowly disappeared like ghosts.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that there was no Golden Armored Guard.

Su Ziyang looked at the hall and walked forward with caution.

"I'm going to see what tricks you are playing!"

Su Ziyang murmured to himself and walked into the hall.

The hall is inlaid with various glowing gems, illuminating the entire hall.

It looks colorful and magnificent.

The main seat of the hall is a dragon throne, with a great temperament of nine or five.

When a person stands in front of it, he feels like he bows down and surrenders.

Above the throne, a man in a dragon robe sat.

His eyes were closed and his breath was weak.

That look like death is about to be dead.

"call……"

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes and two cold lights flashed and disappeared.

He stared at Su Ziyang with a cold murderous intent rolling up.

"Why don't you kneel down when you see me!" the man yelled.

"I?"

Su Ziyang looked at the man and his voice was cold, "Xuanyuan Wu, it seems that you really want to rebel?"

“Buzz…”

Su Ziyang shook the priest medal in his hand, and a strange force rushed to Xuanyuan Wu.

Xuanyuan Wu recovered a little bit of consciousness.

"Prince Medal? You... are you the Spirit Emperor?"

"The high priest died?"

"Haha..., that's great. If you kill you, I will be the real Spirit Emperor!"

After saying that, Xuanyuan Wu took a step forward and rushed towards Su Ziyang.

That staggering look had no combat power at all.

When Xuanyuan Wu rushed to him.

Su Ziyang stretched out his finger, pointed it at his chest, and poked it over.

No surprises.
To be continued...