Unofficial History of Emperor Taisho

Soul Sacrifice Ceremony.

A sacrifice to the chaos of heaven and earth, the first born Pangu, the four limbs and five bodies are the four poles and five mountains, the left hand is a god, and the right hand is a demon.

The second sacrifices to the ancient ancestors, and the souls return to the heaven and the earth, forming a great barrier of the three thousand great thousand worlds.

The three offerings of sharing eyes and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood nourish the people of the tribe and are endless.

Four sacrifices to three kings and nine honors, the founding of the country and the Dazheng, the first of its kind in the demon world, and it has become an eternal hegemony.

The five sacrifices to Taisho princes and generals will lead our clan to prosperity.

The Colosseum is shaped like a funnel, straight into the sky, surrounded by steps of varying heights, which can accommodate thousands of people. There is a huge open space in the middle. Warcraft and beast slaves come out from the passages on both sides, and they fight in the middle. The surrounding area is full of armored guards. The water around here is impenetrable.

On the altar, King Pan was dressed in the witch robe of the Thousand Insect Gu King, a silver crown of millipede insects on his head, and silver ornaments all over his body. They all kowtowed to the east, echoed in unison, and echoed around the beam for a long time.

When the nine-color cloud sea appeared in the east, King Pan ordered 81 slaves to sacrifice blood. The blood of the slaves was collected in the bronze gui with the three-legged animal pattern, and the blood overflowed and flowed along the carved pattern of Chiyou's battle for the deer. For a moment, this recorded The magnificent paintings of the battle between gods and demons in ancient times covered the ground of the Colosseum. Thousands of slaves entered the arena wearing various totem masks such as yellow bears, nine-tailed foxes, Taotie, Pixiu, Qilin, Qiongqi, Dijiang, and Tengu.

The nine-headed phoenix unfolds its five-color light feathers, and the brilliance behind it is brilliant. It comes from the Canghaitai against the wind, and transforms into the grand prince Feng Qige in black royal robes, the prince's phoenix gold crown on his head, and his face like a crown jade.

Feng Qige plays a demon god who kills all directions—he wants to really kill all these thousand slaves—to delight the ancestors of the nine-color cloud sea who fill the sky with their souls.

At that time, the Kui drums on all sides roared in unison, clanging continuously.

The demons sacrifice their souls, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent.

Every prostration, every gesture, and every congratulatory speech are all strict and unified. Feng Qige has been playing the role of a demon god for more than ten years, and every time he appears, it will arouse the roar of the mountain.

After a sacrifice, the blood flowed like a river, and the bones were like a mountain.

Ji Qi was wearing a prince's silver crown and a bright red royal robe, sitting behind King Ji, still unobtrusive and quiet.

The tumbler sighed, "The bamboo slips play the drums, and I am a strong ancestor. The drums are deep and deep, and the pipes are sounded. The drums have the sound, and the dances have the vigor. The sound of Mu Mujue makes my thoughts come true."

Ji Qi didn't speak, Feng Qige was surrounded by corpses in the arena, blood was flowing, and the smell of fishy sweetness in the air became thicker, which made him very uncomfortable.The demons are bloodthirsty by nature. Even though they have tried to use human ethics to educate the world since the founding of the Taisho, they will reveal their true colors when it comes to the soul sacrifice ceremony, and a hundred ghosts will go out at night.

He didn't even notice that the tumbler opened his mouth in front of people, the blood in his chest was surging, the big summer sparrow screamed in the void, the fierce ghost wailed, blood seeped into his eyes, his eyes were red, and the magic breath around him began to be turbulent.

A cool breath rose from the tumbler in the sleeve, and flowed slowly along the lines of the palm, like a breeze.

"What, your pulse is unstable?" the tumbler said.

Ji Qi didn't answer, but only thanked her.

After Feng Qi sang and danced, Emperor Feng sprinkled wine on the ground and said, "The devil's eye is awakened, the devil's world is in a catastrophe, Prince Ji and the devil's general Li Kai have made great achievements. Today's time and place are favorable for everyone. I will hand-picked rewards in front of everyone." .”

"Li Kai——Ren Huandou, the commander of the iron army, commanded an army of [-], and he was still appointed as the general of Feiwei Longxiang, and rewarded ten thousand gold and thousands of rare stones and treasures."

"Ji's son—"

Ji Qi hurriedly got up and kowtowed under the stage, this time she lowered her head, she didn't see Feng Di's wicked smile that flashed away.

"Preserve the demons, make great achievements, confer the throne, appreciate the silver crown of lotus flowers, jade battlements, royal robes, and royal seals—Bing Xi'an, Yu Cheng, and Qianjin three gold and stone mines."

"Luanluan is still 14 years old this year, and he will be king at fourteen, but there is no one before. Grandpa is very happy." Emperor Feng looked at the various fruit snacks in front of him, and twisted half of the peaches, "Luanluan is like this jade peach, it deserves to be honored." Rong, come."

Ji Qi got up——

"Don't answer!" the tumbler shouted in a low voice.

The nobles behind Emperor Feng looked at each other and smiled, Feng Qige frowned and turned his face away.

He didn't understand what it meant, but he keenly didn't want to pick up the half peach again, for fear of being tricked by others.

In full view of everyone, from the three kings to the beast slaves, they all watched helplessly.

In the end Ji Qi reached out to take it, thanked her softly, her face flushed, she couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or annoyance.

"Boom!" The Kui drum rang, and the first beast slave had already entered the arena, confronting a three-eyed monster. The Colosseum was full of jubilation, and Ji Qi had no choice but to retreat.

"Young general Yutao, congratulations." King Ji said depressedly, "Congratulations, King Ji will take care of many things in the future."

"I didn't intend to steal your seat," Ji Qi said, "You should understand that Emperor Feng did it on purpose."

"Where's your guard? Ten years ago, he killed nine monsters and won the first place in one fell swoop. He is also a legend of beast slaves."

Xiongchu didn't like killing, he was repairing the wooden house in Liaohua Palace, Rigao was thirsty, thinking that the young man must be thirsty too, fearing that others would not serve him well, after much deliberation, he made a bowl of cool sour plum soup and sent it to the Colosseum himself.

When passing Kui Wan Palace.

"Brother Xiongchu!" A naive cardamom girl saw him in the distance and ran over with small steps.

"Little princess." Xiongchu saluted.

"What is this?" Pan Gu stared at the food box, "What delicious food did brother Xiongchu make for your little prince?"

"It's just a bowl of sour plum soup." Xiong Chu said, "I won't bother the princess."

"Sour plum soup! I like it the most!"

Xiongchu lowered his head to show respect, but he said seriously, "Your Highness likes it too, so Xiongchu will leave now."

"Come on! Man! Ah!"

After walking a few steps, Pan Gu screamed behind him, startled a crowd of birds, and countless guards rushed from all directions.

"He is disrespectful to this princess! Tries... Tries to molest the princess!"

Countless people surrounded him, one kicked his knee hard, and several pressed his head to the ground.

The food box fell, and the sour plum soup spilled all over the floor. Xiong Chu had only one thought in his mind, it was over.

When this news reached Ji Qi's ears, it was going to be dark, and the slaves cleaned up the stumps all over the ground, and lit a bonfire in the middle. The demons danced wildly.

Ji Qi was a little sleepy, thinking why that idiot never came to pick me up.

King Pan walked over aggressively with Pan Gu, who had red eyes from crying, "Luan Luan raised a good slave."

"what."

"The furbolg guards beside you dare to insult my princess of the Pan Clan!" The ghost head stick hit the ground, making a dull sound.

It's impossible!

Ji Qi looked coldly at Pan Gu who was hiding behind the old woman, Pan Gu's eyes dodged, and he almost cried out of fright.

"If it's true, Ah Mu will punish you at will, if it's false," Ji Qi sneered, "I will never forget the kindness of the Pan clan to Ji Qi."

Pan Gu burst into tears, she wanted to explain to them, but no one would listen.

This little brother, who was about her age, was wearing a fiery red royal robe. The flames of the bonfire came into view, and his whole body seemed to be burning. Pan Gu looked into his eyes in fear, where she clearly reflected her tragic death a few years later——

From that moment until she died, she had a bottomless fear of this man.

Ji Qi returned to Liaohua Palace, looked around in a daze, overturned the tables and chairs angrily, the ground was in a mess, the palace servants were outside, afraid to come in.

The tumbler said, "Calm down."

"What should I do..." Ji Qi asked, "They want to get rid of me..."

"Why... Xiongchu and I came back after a lot of hardships, we just want to live well..."

"I never... never hated them..."

The boy sat on the ground, his eyes turned red in an instant.

"Is this out of proportion?" the tumbler said, "Where is your vigorous and resolute momentum?"

"Hmm... can't... can't be messed up..." The young man got up and tried to stand still, "but where is he..."

"Send your cronies to look for it, you are really messed up."

"I... I have no cronies..."

"..."

"You let me out," said the tumbler, "Go around and I'll go find him."

The young man made a tactic, surrounded by a halo, and the tumbler turned into a tall and tall Xuanyuan Chang, "Go, be careful at all times."

Ji Wang's place.

Ji Qi sat opposite her father, silent.

Incense was burned in the temple, and several harpoon bones were burned. The smell was so strong that it could cure muscle and bone pain.

He looked at the man—

A few months ago, King Ji's white hair had turned black, the wrinkles on his face had faded, and his eyes had glowed—he was getting younger, which was the power of the magic eye.

Ji Qi said, "Father..."

"Don't dare," King Ji gloated with bright eyes, "What do you want me to do? Ask me to intercede with King Pan?"

He even laughed out loud, "For that beast slave? Seeing you like this, I feel so relieved..."

"You dare to say that," Ji Qi said, "It's just because the power of the magic eye is shared equally by the three kings, and your magic power has greatly increased."

"Father, if I can seal the Demon Eye once, I can seal it a second time."

"Go away," Ji Wang fell on the couch, pretending that life and death are up to you, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

"You shouldn't have someone catch you—that low slave, he's your catch—"

"Get out!" King Ji snapped.

Ji Qi took a deep breath in his heart, couldn't breathe, and then laughed out loud, "You think that since I'm not on the magic book and can't get the power of the magic eye, I can't do anything with you—"

"What happened tonight will be remembered forever."

The night was extremely gloomy, and after a while, it began to rain lightly. It was already the beginning of winter, and the rain was mixed with crushed snow, which was icy cold to the bone.

When Ji Qi came out, all the nine-colored clouds in the east disappeared, leaving only a crimson flame cloud.

According to legend, the demon clan was defeated in the battle for the deer. In order to resist the pursuit of Xuanyuan, the nine great demon ancestors cast a great barrier with their souls. There are all kinds of beings in the demon world.

The red flame cloud seemed to be watching him quietly.

Ji Qi was drenched in the rain alone, looked up at the fire cloud, turned and walked towards Qianxi Palace.

In Qianxi Palace, a pill room was specially built for Feng Qige, filled with strong medicinal fragrance all the time.

Emperor Feng seemed to know that he would come, and he hadn't rested yet, he was reviewing the memorial in his bedroom, waiting for the palace servants to bring him in, he approved red in one place, and said slowly, "Luan Luan is careless in employing people."

"Your slave dared to tarnish the majesty of the three kings. He was so lonely and rebellious, but his subordinates jointly signed him. He has been taken to Bi Ansi, and he will be tortured by thousands of arrows piercing his heart on the altar the day after tomorrow."

"The one who is in charge of the Juan Division," Emperor Feng said slowly, "is Yai Zihou who likes to torture and kill. I can't tell whether your bodyguard is alive or not."

Ji Qi's breath stagnates, this matter has not even been tried.

"Ah Gu has been naughty since he was a child, so it's not necessarily a misunderstanding." Emperor Feng wrote with a smile, "A few days ago, Qiu Shehou presented a very exquisite Buddha statue to Gu. Luan Luan has a look, if you can tell The ins and outs of this thing, the lonely heart is happy, and it is easy to say anything."

In Emperor Feng's voice, invisible coercion poured over him, holding Ji Qi out of breath, the young man was terrified, cold sweat was already appearing on his forehead, and his knees were weak, as if being swallowed by a giant, he knelt down.

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