80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

The fearless lion seal obtained by signing in, gave Lin Jiufeng a powerful martial art, which could increase her strength.

Before, he only had a few sword skills, but now he has other means, which is a trump card.

After signing in, Lin Jiufeng entered the cold palace. As soon as the door was closed, no one knew that he had gone out.

As for the disturbance from the outside world, it has nothing to do with Lin Jiufeng.

Seven days in a row passed, Lin Jiufeng was silently cultivating, improving his potential, and concentrating on signing in the Ning Yuan Dan, striving to break through the golden pill as soon as possible and enter the master realm.

If he had entered the Grand Master before, he would be considered a master, but now that Martial Saint has appeared, the Grand Master is nothing.

On this day, spring has come.

With delicious food and delicious wine, as usual in front of the cold palace, he talked to Lin Jiufeng about some things that happened in the imperial capital.

"His Royal Highness, now the people from the Demon Sect have retreated, and the people from the Taoist Sect and the Buddhist Sect have also left one after another, and the people of the Imperial Capital have returned to a quiet life." Dachun said.

"Good thing." Lin Jiufeng said after taking a sip of fine wine.

"His Royal Highness, I heard that because the ancestor of Huajian was going to assassinate His Majesty, several great vassal kings were also eager to overthrow the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, but now they are all quiet and all show their loyalty." Dachun said.

"Without the strength of the Martial Saint Realm, they wouldn't dare to rebel." Lin Jiufeng didn't care. These vassal kings were loyal ministers who accompanied Yuhua Shen Dynasty to conquer the world in the early years, and later managed one side, but their descendants didn't think so.

Now the nine kings have become the confidants of the Yuhua Shen Dynasty. When he was the prince before, Lin Jiufeng was also very worried.

But now it's not his turn to worry about it, it's the sixth prince and the present His Majesty to worry about.

He signed in with peace of mind.

After eating and drinking, Dachun left, Lin Jiufeng lived a very peaceful life and practiced quietly.

As for Wuming, although he was resurrected by the Netherworld Corpse Control method and gave birth to a new consciousness, in principle he is not a 'human', he is just a puppet that obeys Lin Jiufeng.

The cultivation of the Martial Saint Realm can never be improved, and Lin Jiufeng does not tell him to do things on weekdays, he can lie down in the coffin all the time.

After checking in day after day, Lin Jiufeng didn't check in all of the Ning Yuan Pills, he was hanging out in the whole cold palace.

On this day, he came to an abandoned palace.

Qianyuan Palace!

The two brothers who were competing with His Majesty for the throne at the beginning were the uncles of Lin Jiufeng who were detained in this hall.

After they died in depression, the place was deserted, and no one came to take care of it. Now there are grass and cobwebs everywhere, the palace has collapsed, the walls are broken, and it is difficult to settle down.

Lin Jiufeng came here and looked at the place where it was difficult to settle down, and helplessly swept away the weeds with a sword energy.

[Do you sign in at Qianyuan Palace? 】

A line of words appeared in front of him.

"Sign in!" Lin Jiufeng said without hesitation.

He wants to see what can be signed?

[Sign in successfully, get the Millennium Cold Jade Bed! 】

Lin Jiufeng looked at this line of words in surprise, and immediately returned to her yard. Sure enough, in his yard, there was a cold jade bed that was freezing cold, not big, just a single bed.

This is a thousand-year-old cold jade bed, which is a great supplement for practitioners. Cultivation on the cold jade bed can lock the body, absorb spiritual energy, and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"With this Hanyu bed, my road to a master is not far away." Lin Jiufeng said happily, and immediately moved the Hanyu bed into the room, and began to practice on it.

Sure enough, one day topped the past three days.

This is already very fast. Lin Jiufeng practiced on the Hanyu bed every day unless he checked in.

Time flies, and half a year has passed.

Within half a year, Lin Jiufeng raised his cultivation to the realm of a master.

He is already the third step of the master realm.

The master realm is divided into nine steps, which are said to be nine steps to the sky.

The master's nine steps, many people can't finish walking in a lifetime, but for Lin Jiufeng, it is relatively simple.

Especially after having the Cold Jade Bed, his cultivation speed has really improved significantly.

Nothing special happened to the emperor in the past six months. Every time Dachun came over, the things he said were trivial and trivial.

But this time when Da Chun came over, he said to Lin Jiufeng seriously: "His Royal Highness, it seems that His Majesty is dying. The court and the opposition are talking about this matter."

Lin Jiufeng said strangely: "He is only fifty years old. According to his cultivation, he can live a good life for three hundred years, how can he not?"

"It is said that His Majesty is forcibly practising the secret law of the royal family, which has damaged the root and has not been cured. It has become more and more serious in the past six months. The sixth prince is under the supervision of state affairs. In the past three months, he has rarely attended the court." Dachun said.

Lin Jiufeng was stunned. His cheap father emperor is really going to die?

Then his younger brother will become the emperor of the Ascension God Dynasty.

Dachun brought this news this time, which made Lin Jiufeng feel a little ups and downs.

After all, he was the father of this body, so he couldn't be indifferent.

...

Forbidden City, the central hall.

His Majesty is now skinny. Half a year ago, he was the majestic Emperor, and half a year later, he was dying.

Outside the central hall, courtiers knelt in a row with sad faces.

In the palace, there are only the present His Majesty and the Crown Prince.

"Huang'er, have you found that Senior Martial Saint?" His Majesty was in a coma for a month now, and now he opened his eyes and asked.

The sixth prince shook his head and whispered: "I didn't find it, there is no news at all."

"It seems that this senior Wusheng doesn't want to be disturbed. You have to keep looking for it, but don't relax and cultivate your own people. Now that Wusheng has appeared, the spiritual energy of the world has changed greatly, and cultivation has become easier. In the future, there will be many martial arts Christmas. Sheng, Yuhua Shen Dynasty must have its own strength." His Majesty grabbed the hand of the sixth prince, very hard, and said some hidden things with great difficulty.

The spiritual energy has changed greatly, and the practice has become easier.

For the time being, only some powerful people know about these things.

"In the future, the world will change drastically, the Ascension God Dynasty must deal with it, and the power of the vassal king, after you take the throne, you must deal with it."

"My son understands." The sixth prince agreed.

His Majesty said with a dying breath: "I was also angry about your elder brother's affairs, and I abolished his cultivation base. When he let go of the concubine, the court and the opposition were very dissatisfied, you can improve his life, don't let it out for the time being, as for the future …”

Before he finished speaking, he died.

The sixth prince cried out in grief: "Father!"

The officials outside the hall also burst into tears.

...

That night, Lin Jiufeng looked at the moon in the cold palace.

He was dressed better than snow, and his face was calm.

Suddenly, nine bells rang from the Forbidden City.

Nine represents the honor of ninety-five.

Zhongming, representing the funeral day.

Today, His Majesty, Lin Jiufeng's cheap father, has died.

At this moment, crying sounds came from all over the imperial capital.

Lin Jiufeng let out a long sigh, turned and bowed to the Forbidden City, sending her off.

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