One of the three eastern countries, Qianlong Kingdom.

At this moment, in the imperial capital Qianlong City, the king Lin Fengtian was sitting on the top of the throne, and below were the generals and stars from Qianlong Kingdom arranged and the ministers from all sides seemed to be discussing something.

"Master, I think we should take the initiative to pay tribute to Xiong Kingdom. This time Xiong Kingdom and Xia Kingdom started a war, and Xiong Kingdom's military strength is obvious to all. It is very necessary to establish a good relationship with Xiong Kingdom." One of them stepped forward and said.

"No. Now Xia Kingdom is going to be divided up by Xiong Kingdom and Western tribes. In today's world, the two overlords of Xiong Kingdom and Western tribes stand together. However, as the saying goes, how can others snore on the side of the bed? Xiong Kingdom and Western tribes will have a battle. We are now standing in a wrong way, and once we stand in the wrong way, we may never be able to get rid of it." Another objected.

The man before insisted on his point of view, "You are right, the Xiong Kingdom and the Western tribe will have a battle. At that time, there will be only one overlord in the world. It is precisely because of this that we can now surrender to gain greater initiative. If we wait until they come to destroy us, it will be too late."

These people are obviously discussing the problem of how Qianlong Kingdom dealing with itself after the destruction of Xia State.

Lin Fengtian sat high on the throne, listening to the comments of the ministers below, without saying a word.

"Master, it's not good!" At this moment, a sudden burst of exclamation came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, without even waiting for the notification, a burst of rapid footsteps came and a middle-aged man walked into the hall in panic.

The person who is in charge of Qianlong's foreign social interactions is named Chen Wei.

Seeing this, the ministers and generals who were talking in the hall frowned slightly, looked at Chen Wei with displeasure and said, "Chen Wei, what's the matter in panic?"

"This is Your Majesty's Hall, not your backyard. How can you become like this?"

Chen Wei didn't care about so much at all. At this time, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, "Master, something is wrong. I just received an email from Xia Country."

"The above said..." Chen Wei hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "The above said, "The above said, "The Ghost Master Order, let you go to Xia Kingdom to die within three days."

After the words came, Chen Wei quickly bowed his head to the ground, not daring to raise his head.

quiet!

In an instant, the entire hall was quiet for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other.

Immediately afterwards, someone sneered, "Just! Xia Kingdom is now in danger of self-resistance and is about to be destroyed. A mere ghost master will definitely die without a place to bury him. Do you dare to speak so arrogantly?"

"Yes, what is his ghost master? In front of the army of the Bear Kingdom and the Western tribe's strong men, he really treats himself as a figure? It's a joke to let the king die!"

Although Xiao Chen is powerful, he doesn't need to take a dead person to heart.

In their opinion, Xiao Chen is no different from the dead.

But at this moment, there was a sudden burst of exclamation, and it came from outside the door, "Master, something big happened..."

Before the people entered the hall, they heard a voice sounding in everyone's ears, "We just received the news that the Bear Kingdom and the Western tribe have all been defeated."

"The Western powerhouses were wiped out, and the Xiong Kingdom lost five million sea divisions. Only five million iron cavalry could save their lives because of the timely retreat."

Everyone who was about to scold him felt as if something was blocking his throat.

Lin Fengtian tightened his whole body, and with the force, the handrail of the throne was immediately crushed by him.

Even Lin Fengtian suddenly stood up and couldn't help asking: "What did you say? Say it again!"

The man who rushed into the hall knelt beside Chen Wei, his voice trembling, "Xia State defeated Xiong State and the Western tribe. It is said that he only relied on the power of the Ghost Master."

"He alone killed all the top powerhouses of the Western tribe. When Taiyu Gan Gang saw that he didn't even dare to fight, he immediately ordered his troops to retreat."

"Even the sea divisions of their Xiong Kingdom were not retreating in time. All five million troops were left in Xia Kingdom. No one could escape."

Bang!

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengtian suddenly fell on the throne powerlessly.

The generals and ministers below were dumbfounded and felt a little dry.

They just said that the destruction of Xia Kingdom is about to be imminent, and Xiao Chen will undoubtedly die. But now, it is only half a word and can't even say it.

"The king...this..." They all looked at Lin Fengtian.

Lin Fengtian was stunned for a while, slowly stood up, walked out without saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.

...

At the same time, in the study of the king Luo Wuji.

Luo Wuji was holding a brush in his hand, and a boy beside him grinding ink. He dipped it in thick ink, waved his hand and started walking on a piece of white paper.

Finally, the four big words "Hundred boats compete for the flow" were left behind, vigorous and powerful, and full of energy.

"How about these four words of me?" Luo Wuji picked up the white paper, admired the four words he wrote, and even more admired the artistic conception contained in it.

The biggest limitation of their development of the Three Eastern Kingdoms comes from the Xia Kingdom.

That great country is like a giant, making people afraid to get closer even half a step.

But now, it is about to perish.

From now on, the three eastern countries have broad seas and fish leaps, which is a great opportunity for the Quluo Kingdom to take the opportunity to develop.

But at this moment, suddenly a burst of rapid footsteps came, and a trembling voice came into his ears, "The kingdom, the bear country and the Western tribe have all been defeated by the ghost master."

"Now the Ghost Master has sent an order to let the kings of the Three Eastern Kingdoms and the Five Southern Kingdoms take the initiative to go to him and die. Otherwise, he will come and go in person!"

"What?" As soon as the voice fell, the paper in Luo Wuji's hand was instantly shattered into powder.

He felt sweaty all over his body, and in an instant he felt like he had just been fished out of the water, and his face turned pale.

"It's over!" The previous ambitions disappeared in an instant.

Because he knew that by a moment's thought, he would be dead now. I'm afraid no one in this world can save him.

"I've made a lot of calculations, but I've underestimated it. The ability of the ghost master." Luo Wuji smiled terrified.

Then he gave an order, "Come on the sword!"

"Lord!" Whether it was the boy beside him or the people outside the door, they were all shocked and quickly fell to the ground.

"The death of the emperor has its own way. I don't need to pretend to be someone else's hand." Luo Wuji's voice was filled with despair.

Similar scenes continue to happen in the Three Eastern Kingdoms and the Five Southern Kingdoms.

The Eight Kingdoms Palace is simply overturned.
Chapter completed!