Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu stood at the foot of the imperial throne with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the emperor sitting high on the dragon throne and suddenly shook the sleeves of his cloud-patterned brocade robe. The nine-clawed dragon embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs shone coldly under the candlelight in the hall.

"Ying Wuxin, the [National Destiny Immortal Dynasty System] is based on the power of incense and vows..."

Jing Yu's voice, as clear as broken jade, resonated throughout the vast Golden Throne Hall: "To gather the willpower of the world for our own use, we must forcibly construct various [images]."

The young Immortal Emperor grasped the pearl-studded armrest of the dragon throne with one hand. The twelve jade beads cast a shadow between his brows. He frowned, wondering why Jing Yu, who was about to die, would bring up this matter. Upon hearing this, he simply sneered and said, "Since ancient times, [reducing the power of the vassal states] has not been a move that fits the image of the dynasty."

"You have committed a grave crime and behaved disrespectfully in front of the palace. You have come here on your own. You cannot blame me..."

As he said this, Ying Wuxin glanced at King Ningyuan Ying Wujiu who was standing with his head bowed in the hall.

The man's python robe and jade belt did not move at all, only the jade chihu pendant hanging on the leather belt rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

Ying Wuxin's lips curled up coldly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade seal in his palm, thinking: "Just wait... I'll deal with them one by one."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "According to what you said, [King-killing in front of the Emperor] is a common practice throughout the dynasties. It does fit the image of the dynasty."

The whole hall was in an uproar.

"Regicide?"

The pupils of the coiled dragon relief on the Coiled Dragon Pillar suddenly flickered, and the whisks in the hands of several eunuchs trembled violently.

Ying Wuxin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, and all the court officials in the hall except the six major families also started laughing.

"Is it funny?"

Jing Yu had a blank expression on his face: "You want to kill me? Do you expect me to just stand by and do it for you?"

"Haven't you heard that when a man gets angry, blood splatters five steps away?"

Ying Wuxin felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity. He leaned forward, the jade seal in his hand shimmering with light. "Haven't you heard that when the emperor gets angry, millions of people die?"

Naturally he would find it absurd!

The jade crown jingled as the young emperor walked down the stairs in his cloud-patterned dragon boots.

With every step Ying Wuxin took, the gilded magic light on his body became brighter. By the time he reached under the dark gold bricks, the entire Golden Palace was shrouded in brilliant golden light - he stopped just five steps away from Jing Yu.

In a mortal dynasty, such a distance would be extremely dangerous for the emperor.

But this is the Shending Immortal Dynasty.

The [Imperial Seal] that gathered the incense and wishes from all over the world was now held neatly in his palm, which was enough to enhance his cultivation to the level of [Middle Stage of Pseudo-God Transformation]. Even if he did not activate it deliberately, he would be automatically protected by the dragon energy of the emperor on weekdays.

Not to mention this little cultivator in the late Jindan stage, Ying Wuxin asked himself that even his father, who had now reached the pseudo-godhood realm and abdicated in favor of his father, would not be able to do anything to him in this Golden Palace!

It can be said that in the more than 100,000 years since the establishment of the Shending Immortal Dynasty, the number of assassinations of the reigning Immortal Emperor can be counted on one hand, and even if there were, it was more of a self-destructive way of venting anger like [Concubine Duan]... and the number of Immortal Emperors who were successfully assassinated was zero.

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes.

He could clearly see the dragon pattern embroidered on the collar of the other person's robe and smell the unique aura of power emanating from the imperial seal.

What was even more striking was the eight large characters "Mandate from Heaven, Live Long and Prosper" floating on the surface of the jade seal. At this moment, they were moving around like a living thing, stirring the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred feet into a vortex.

"Ying Wuyi, I see that your dream has been shattered and you have gone mad."

Ying Wuxin's eyes were playful:

"Why do you dare to attack me?"

Jing Yu grinned and said, "With my solid late Jindan realm... and you're only a mid-Jindan cultivator, late Jindan versus mid-Jindan, the advantage is mine."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Ying Wuxin laughed so hard upon hearing this that tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"Ying Wuyi! I'm standing right here, giving you one chance to strike! Let's see if your late Jindan Xuanhe cultivation can break my skin!"

Jing Yu's mind reached into the storage bag and established a connection with the [Imperial Seal] obtained from the Divine Tripod Temple, ensuring that it could be retrieved and activated instantly. He then clenched his fist, his knuckles crackling.

"This is what you said..."

The next moment, Jing Yu's breath actually "disappeared".

His domineering and flawless magic power circulated silently in his body for several cycles. Carrying the huge physical strength contained in the Ku Du treasure body, he almost rushed straight towards Ying Wuxin!

"The earthworm shakes the tree..."

Ying Wuxin naturally would not allow Jing Yu to touch him. The imperial seal in his hand exuded the dragon energy of the emperor, condensing into a golden dragon phantom, and making a deafening roar.

But the next moment, an almost uncontrollable look of panic appeared on the face of this young Immortal Emperor. He suddenly found that the seal in his hand seemed to have lost all its effect. The magical power that filled his body evaporated like mist in an instant, and he turned into a mid-stage Jindan cultivator again!

At this time, Jing Yu's fist was only a millimeter away from Ying Wuxin's nose. He ignored Ying Wuxin's almost bewildered look, and without holding back any strength, he delivered the most powerful punch he had ever delivered!

boom!

Ying Wuxin, who suddenly lost all his defenses, had no decent means of counterattack. His clothes, accessories, skin, muscle tissue, even bones and organs... were all broken, shattered, mixed and blended together at an extremely fast speed.

Ying Wuxin, so confident in his [Imperial Seal], even designed his own set of imperial robes solely for aesthetics, without considering any protective effects...

At this moment, the fragments of this exquisitely crafted clothing were rubbed into his body.

The next moment, a blood mist exploded in the sky, dyeing the dragon throne behind Ying Wuxin blood red.

Under the incredulous gazes of the royal family and court officials in the hall, Jing Yu steadily caught the other [Imperial Seal] that was stained with blood and temporarily lost its effectiveness. He turned around, glanced at the ministers of the palace, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Golden Palace fell into deathly silence.

Yuwen Baozhan, Sima Xuanzhao and others looked at the scene in confusion. These Yuanying Zhenjun were still unsure of what was happening at this moment. The power of the [Imperial Seal] had already left an indelible mark in their hearts, so that after seeing a scene that was obviously contrary to common sense, even the Yuanying Zhenjun's sea of ​​consciousness was unable to process and analyze such a shocking scene for a while.

A moment later, belated expressions of fear appeared on the faces of these Yuanying Zhenjuns. They finally understood what was happening in the hall at that moment:

"Prince Ying Wuyi of Liquan, with his mere Jindan body, broke the dragon energy protection of the [Imperial Seal] and single-handedly killed the Divine Cauldron Immortal Emperor, who possessed the combat power of a Divine Transformation, before the Emperor?"