"What the hell?" The old emperor thought he was hallucinating.

"Well... I don't know what happened. It happened so suddenly. When I received the news, the country had already been annexed by the Shuntian Holy Dynasty."

The spy felt really wronged.

That night, he slept outside the palace, and when he woke up, the palace had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He once wondered if Turkey had changed its master, as it surrendered too quickly.

"The local tyrant must be old and out of his mind! If he dares to snatch the God of Judgment from the Fire Nation, he will be punished by God! Also, send heavy troops to guard the temple and make sure to protect the black sword. Anyone who attacks will be killed without mercy!"

The spies quickly retreated.

The old emperor was not idle and summoned three important ministers.

"This Earth Kingdom is simply damned by God. It betrayed the Fire Kingdom and stole our god. Now it wants to steal our black sword. How can it be so capable? It thinks I am lying in bed and can't move, so it deliberately bullies me, right?" The old emperor could no longer endure it. "Quick, send a message to the Word Spirit, and tell the Word Spirit to conquer the Tiansheng Dynasty, vent my anger, and bring honor to the Fire Kingdom."

The old emperor panicked.

The three-on-one situation is finally coming.

Feng State had just been established and was unable to take care of itself and was unable to spare any time.

The Turkish royal family is in chaos. I heard that the local emperor is looking for his own child. Humph, it would be better to cut off his lineage and exterminate his descendants.

As for the Tiansheng Dynasty, which is ranked last, it has always valued peace. Although the three kingdoms are gathered together, now is the best time to strike them.

Once they come to their senses, the Fire Nation will be in danger.

"No, I want to give the message to the Word Spirit myself, in person!"

Ministers: “…”

The old emperor was still so restless even when lying in bed.

"Send it to the national master, send it quickly!"

When Taoist Tianlin arrived, the old emperor looked pale, refused to eat or drink, and was very angry.

When Yan Ling left, the old emperor gave Yan Ling a portrait of the national god. After rolling it up, it was sealed in the hands of Taoist Tianlin.

"Tianlin, I remember you put a sound transmission note on the scroll, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty wants to contact Prince Yanling?"

"right!"

"Didn't I give the Emperor a Wanli Chuanyin note before?"

"Burned it." The old emperor breathed angrily.

Taoist Priest Tianlin felt a pang of pain in his heart, "Burned, burned?"

emma.

That talisman was a precious talisman that he had picked up with great difficulty.

He believed that the heaven saw that he practiced too hard and found an opportunity to give it to him. He cherished it very much and gave it to the old emperor on purpose, thus asking the old emperor for a great favor.

"The Imperial Master has profound skills. It shouldn't be difficult for him to draw another Wanli Chuan Yin Talisman, right? I heard you say before that you can draw this talisman anytime you want."

Taoist Priest Tianlin:!!!

Is that what he said at the time?

Finished.

"Your Majesty is right. I can certainly draw. However, drawing talismans requires secrecy. I need to find a separate space to draw successfully. Otherwise, I will be distracted and the effect of the talisman will be affected."

The queen immediately ordered the next room to be emptied so that Taoist Tianlin could paint inside.

A quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

Three quarters of an hour...

The old emperor was almost falling asleep, and the queen was getting a little impatient waiting.

The three important ministers were waiting with eager eyes.

"How come it's been an hour and the Imperial Master hasn't come out yet?" The Queen rubbed her brows, "Is it so strenuous to draw the talisman?"

At this time, Tianlin was next door.

The entire table was covered with yellow paper. He took a pen and drew again and again, but not a single talisman could transmit sound.

He has good skills in magic and thinks he is very advanced. He can draw other talismans, such as water-repellent talismans, bird-repelling talismans, flying talismans, etc.

Only this sound transmission note is extremely difficult to draw.

In particular, the greater the distance, the more important the effect of transmitting notes is.

The Tiansheng Dynasty is thousands of miles away from the Fire Nation Palace. How big a talisman should he draw?

"Imperial Master, are you asleep?" the Queen knocked on the door.

She is impatient and can't help herself.

"Please wait a moment, Your Majesty. It will be ready soon." Taoist Tianlin was almost dying of anxiety, so he decided to set up a formation.

After a moment, he handed the talisman to the queen.

"Master, you look a little pale. Ah, you have a nosebleed."

"The weather is too hot, and a bit dry. It's no problem. Your Majesty, please hand this talisman to the Emperor." Taoist Tianlin quickly closed the door and touched his nose. There was a lot of blood.

Is it easy for him to draw a talisman?

I almost lost my life.

Why did the emperor burn the Wanli Sound Transmission Note for no reason? He was so heartbroken.

The old emperor opened the sound transmission talisman, "Word Spirit, Word Spirit..."

He shouted ten times in a row.

There was no response.

The old emperor: "Empress, is this sound transmission note useless?"

"This... I don't know. This is a newly drawn talisman given to me by the Imperial Master. The Imperial Master didn't tell me that this talisman is useless."

At this time, after the old emperor shouted for the eleventh time, in the inn, Yang Lei pointed at the scroll on the table and poked the word spirit with joy, "Prince, the emperor has sent a message."

Yan Ling was dozing off, with sleepy eyes.

For some reason yesterday, the bumpkin disappeared crying and running away.

I haven't seen the bumpkin for two days.

Emperor Zhuoyang didn't let him enter the palace, and he was very bored.

"Father?"

"Yes! Come on."

"Didn't the emperor want me anymore?"

"Prince, that was just the Emperor's angry words, how can you take it seriously?"

The Word Spirit walked curiously to the front of the scroll, and heard the old emperor's helpless voice from inside, "Word Spirit, Word Spirit."

"Father, I am here."

"This talisman is really useful. By the way, what is the situation in the Tiansheng Dynasty?"

"It's... okay."

The old emperor: "What do you mean, okay? Are you still sleepy?"

"Father, you are getting old and confused. How can I talk to you when I am still half asleep?"

As soon as Yan Ling finished speaking, the old emperor felt blurry and dizzy. The symptoms appeared just as Yan Ling said that he was old and confused.

Crow beak!

He got even angrier, "Can't you just say something nice?"

Yan Ling lowered her head weakly and was scolded again.

At this time, the Grand Imperial Master, Taoist Tianlin, was in the next room with stars in his eyes and blood coming out of his mouth and nose.

Oh my god.

Your Majesty, please say something serious and stop talking about trivial matters. I can’t hold on any longer.

The longer he spoke, the more damage he did to him.

The old emperor: "Yan Ling, I order you to conquer the Tiansheng Dynasty within three days and make the Tiansheng Emperor sign a letter of submission. Do you understand?"

"I understand, but I am your son..."

I can't do it.

That Emperor Jiaoyang was very cunning and shrewd, and he had no chance of dealing with him at all.

Not to mention the majestic and domineering Emperor Tiansheng.

Why don't you find someone else? I quit.