"Oh, by the way, Sister Hua Chao!"

Ying Wuji suddenly asked: "The art of reincarnation, you..."

Hua Chao sighed softly: "I am trying my best to comprehend it, but this thing is too abstruse, and it seems to be suppressed by something. I don't know exactly, so I'll try my best!"

Ying Wuji could only nod: "Okay!"

…

Ho Kyung.

Zhou royal capital.

Ji Dong rode on a tall horse, leading tens of thousands of black-armored soldiers, and rushed to the Zhou palace in an orderly manner, attracting countless people to stop and watch along the way.

They clearly remembered that a month ago, the Zhou royal family called on the world to organize a war to suppress the demons.

Not long after, Nangong Ling brought 30,000 elite troops and accompanied the Zhou emperor to the Jiuzhou Festival.

Later, Nangong Ling led his troops to the battlefield, and the Zhou emperor returned to Haojing to wait for their victory news.

Later.

Great victory in Yucheng.

But those who returned were not the Zhou royal guards led by Nangong Ling, but the black-armored army led by Bingjian Hou.

They had heard of the Black Armor Legion, which was led by Marquis Bingjian on his own initiative to provide reinforcements, but they didn't know how they performed in detail, after all, the news had not yet reached their ears.

But even though they didn't know the situation on the battlefield, they all sensed something was wrong.

Why were the people who came back not the Zhou royal guards taken away by Nangong Ling?

But is it the Black Armored Legion whose base is not in the Zhou royal capital?

Everyone felt something was wrong.

But no one dared to stop it.

Ji Dong still had a warm smile on his face as he rode his horse straight towards the Zhou palace.

After arriving at the palace gate.

He jumped off his horse and bowed to the palace gate: "My brother Ji Dong, I want to see the emperor!"

After saying this, without waiting for a response, he strode directly into the palace.

"Ji Dong is so bold!"

The captain of the guards was furious and stepped forward to stop him, but when Ji Dong looked at him, he immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and stood there motionless.

Ji Dong smiled at him politely and walked towards the palace.

Without any further notice, he walked directly into Chengkang Hall.

Chengkang Palace.

The King of Zhou was sitting on a high throne, his expression as calm as dead water, and he looked at Ji Dong quietly: "My brother, why did you come here today?"

Ji Dong smiled faintly: "What I am asking for is naturally to ask my brother to abdicate the throne of the emperor to a virtuous person."

Both parties knew his true identity.

But they have always addressed each other as brother.

"A virtuous person?"

The Zhou Emperor showed a look of sarcasm on his face: "The virtuous man you mentioned is the one who betrayed the interests of the royal family and released all the demon nests to seek personal gain?"

Although the Ji clan alliance was formed.

But the Yan Kingdom quickly lost contact, and after the war against the demons, the Wu Kingdom also quickly lost contact.

If he still doesn't understand what Ji Dong did, it would be a joke.

Ji Dong smiled faintly: "Abandon the interests of the royal family? There are only you and me in the royal family. The resources of the Celestial Clan still fall into our pockets. How can we talk about betraying the interests of the royal family? The era of great strife has arrived. If the Ji clan alliance splits again, it may not be able to gain a foothold in the chaotic world.

I hope the emperor can recognize his status and not ruin the future of the Ji family because of his own selfish desires.

The Celestials have already offered me a price for annexing the three kingdoms of Yan, Wei and Han. As long as you nod, we will immediately have tens of thousands of elite troops.

By then, I will be the emperor, and you will sit on the throne alongside me.

You and I will join hands to carry forward the Ji family name!"

Peaceful means of erosion.

This is Ji Dong’s purpose.

"hehe……"

The Zhou emperor sneered: "Yan, Wei and Han each have their own laws. Even if I nod, they will not agree to carry forward the Ji surname, just relying on you, a person who intends to rebel?"

Ji Dong smiled and asked, "Is the emperor unwilling?"

Emperor Zhou drew out his sword with a clang. "If you covet the throne, then use your strength to fight for it. I want to see, after you take this position, will the saints of the hundred schools and the countries of the world recognize you as the new emperor?"

Ji Dong frowned slightly. The origins of all schools of thought were closely related to Zhou rituals, and they would not tolerate a king who usurped the throne.

The countries in the world will not surrender easily, and the situation is very similar to that when there were two kings coexisting.

As long as it is not a peaceful abdication.

Even if the throne of the Son of Heaven falls into my hands, the benefits it brings will definitely not outweigh the risks I bear.

If Gan Qi attacked us in this name, it would be truly justified.

By that time, he would be in a state of panic, as if he had taken the blame for the State of Chu upon himself.

And the saints of the hundreds of schools would probably not let this go easy on me.

Ji Dong's smile gradually faded: "So the emperor would rather be a puppet of the three families of Yan, Wei and Han than to work with me to restore the glory of the Ji family?"

Emperor Zhou sneered, "I don't know what you are thinking. The three kingdoms of Yan, Wei and Han will never agree with your way of ruling. I don't think you can unify the world. Even if you do, you can't defeat the demon race.

The Celestials are the only choice for us of the Ji clan.

It’s just that the Celestials were blind and chose you in the end.”

Ji Dong was silent.

The people who know themselves best are still the Zhou royal family.

He couldn't help but smile: "Brother Wang, seeing you, I suddenly remembered a word created by Ying Wuji!"

The King of Zhou asked, "What?"

"Dog licker!"

Ji Dong's smile grew: "You couldn't get the celestial race to lick you, and you were kicked but you still remained unswerving. If I were a celestial race, I would definitely be moved by you, but it's a pity..."

Emperor Zhou had an extremely gloomy expression on his face, but he did not respond to the conversation.

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