Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years

　　 As the imperial capital of the world, Yenching.

　　 This ancient, full of poetry, vicissitudes of the ancient capital, has stood in the world for 700 years.

　　 The flames of war.

　　Humiliation.

　　 indignation.

　　 China has five thousand years, no deeds experienced by an ancient capital can be more tragic than Yanjing.

　　 The last true emperor-level figure turned into a rain of golden rain, after his body faded away.

　　 This vast land.

　　 No longer will the strong of the suppression era appear, foreign enemies invade, the country is ruined, and during that period, dark clouds enveloped the stars and called it-Dark China!

　　 There is no such great figure as the emperor.

　　Like a tiger and wolf, the overseas countries that have been born with coveting hearts all year round, there is no fear of any.

　　 Overseas eight nations.

Three million soldiers were raised, and the army was headed east. That day, the entire sky was dyed red by slaughter. The firewood wolf tigers and leopards regarded the eastern boundary as nothing and acted recklessly. They had witnessed the ancient architecture of five thousand years of history. It was ruthlessly burned out, and the priceless jade was even robbed.

　　 just shipped out of the country.

　　 spent ten days and ten nights!

　　 Yanjing, the current imperial capital, the palace of emperor-class figures!

　　 has become a place for barbarians to play. The golden throne has been trampled on many times.

　　 Sad!

　　Ran, in those years, even if there were no emperor-level figures, as long as there were kings in the south of the Yangtze River, it would not be like this.

but it is.

　　 Internal and external troubles.

　　Only the supreme royal family came to help and fight against the enemy.

　　Dark times.

　　 The eight great martial arts royal families, both descendants of the Chinese Emperor and Emperor Yan, not only do not shoot, but still do their own way, self-proclaimed gods, who only care for personal fame and fortune, do not take the life and death of the Chinese realm into their hearts.

　　 Exploit the people and fat the people.

　　 In order to make his own young descendants and achieve the reputation of eternal record, he is frantic, chasing and killing three savage and powerful foreigners who are struggling to fight!

　　 The truth back then.

　　 Few people know!

　　 If not.

critical moment.

　　Longhushan Tianshifu, angrily born.

　　 The thirty-sixth celestial master Zhang Daogan, forcibly absorbed the power of the celestial master, and with one person's power, he blocked hundreds of peerless supreme princes in the eight nations abroad, bought time for the kings of Jiangnan, and annihilated all invading enemies.

　　 Otherwise.

　　 I am afraid that I will suffer another time. The great disaster brought to China by the Wuhu turmoil three thousand years ago has tarnished the orthodox bloodline, so as to erase the indomitability that belongs to the ancient nation and has been imprinted in the bones.

　　 achieve slavery!

boom!

　　 The quiet Yenching Palace.

　　 "This gang of bloodless things, have they all forgotten how the barbarians of the eight-nation country did their own things on our land four hundred years ago!"

　　 There was a huge sound of slapped at the table, and a hate that iron could not make steel, full of rage and scolding, caused the other elders in the hall who were abandoning sleep and food and criticizing and reforming their political chapters to raise their heads.

　　 "There are too many good days, I forget the shame!"

　　 "A gentleman does not learn, he has to be a group of hypocrites, crying for his father and mother for the barbarians!"

boom!

　　 "Go, tell these media, and then report this, all will be sealed up, never hired!"

　　 There was another furious clap on the table, and then there was another harsh beating.

　　 "Old Yang, who are you arguing with?"

　　 "Well, it's not one of the eight nations of barbarians. There is an 800-year-old building that was burned down."

　　 "Some folks began to mourn for them, saying that this is the loss of all mankind, and the momentum is quite big."

　　 In the quiet halls, some tired sighs were heard from time to time.

　　 "Lao Yang, don’t be sad anymore. Now it’s not as good as before. Now that the country is in peace, this man, as long as he is free, he pursues a noble thinking. To put it bluntly, it can be summed up in a single word of the folks—pretend!"

　　An old Yang Qishan, dressed in an old black dress, sits at the dim desk.

　　 He was exhausted physically and mentally, closed his eyes, and gently pinched between his eyebrows. At this time, he was a little disappointed in his heart, waved weakly, and signaled the young guard to go out first. He wanted to be quiet.

　　 Wait for the young guard to go out and close the door.

　　 A study with a little dignified atmosphere.

　　 After a long time.

　　 Then came another sigh full of grief.

"Ugh!"

　　The hatred of the country and the family. The shame that the eight-nation nation once brought to them has been forgotten by many people with the easy life.

　　What 800-year-old building burned down?

　　 four hundred years ago.

　　The barbarians of the eight-nation nations have done anger and grievances on our land. Are there still few ancient buildings they burned down?

to date.

　　The countless rare national treasures they robbed, tens of thousands of volumes of ancient books bearing the long and vicissitudes of China.

　　 Which one was returned?

　　 The robbed things were regarded as their own, and they were sold out for auction on a large scale. It was extremely shameless!

　　 Now.

　　 One of their ancient buildings was burned down. Compared with the country’s past, the reincarnation of the heavens, the retribution of the heavens-take the blame!

　　 "A group of babies living in swaddling babies, my Chinese clank and iron bones, I have not learned the bloodlessness, but have learned the false compassion and false nobility of the overseas barbarians!"

　　 looked at the study window.

　　 This palace shrouded in darkness.

　　 Yang Qishan, as one of the elders of the country, feels physically and mentally tired, and can't help but feel a little worried.

　　 If one day in the future.

The savages of the eight-nation nations abroad, tore off their hypocritical masks, and made a comeback, with the intention of encroaching on this land again, and there will be many people who give up their personal interests as they did 400 years ago. They are willing to throw their heads and sprinkle their blood for the good of the ancient nation. Hero?

Yang Qishan’s turbid eyes ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked into the depths of the palace, a trace of confusion flashed across his face, and muttered to himself: "Maybe this Chu Lingxiao, may really be the same as the old man guarding the Emperor's Tomb. Descendants of the Queen."

　　 "Lin Tianhou, Lin Tianhou, why don't you want to leave the imperial mausoleum and join the imperial group!"

　　……

boom!

　　 Deep in the gloomy palace, at the door of the silent imperial mausoleum, two corpses slowly fell to the ground.

　　 An old man in plain clothes and a blue shirt with an unhappy face, with his hands on his back, raised his head and sighed slightly.

　　 "There are two more people who do not know the heights of the sky and the earth is thick. This year, this should be the eighth one!"

　　 Lin Tianhou waved his hand.

　　 The two corpses that fell to the ground were instantly gone, leaving only a thick pool of blood.

　　'S face suddenly changed.

　　 has a cold tone, disdainfully muttering to himself:

　　 "Two peerless supreme in a small area, don't want to stay in the deep mountains and ancient forests, to escape the encirclement and suppression of the eight rat generation royal families, but they came to me to die!"

　　 He Lin Tianhou.

　　 has guarded the imperial mausoleum for five hundred years.

　　 Not to mention the peerless supreme, it is Zhang Daogan from the Longhushan Heavenly Master's Mansion who has come, and he will not give the slightest affection if he wants to enter this imperial tomb!

"Ok?"

　　 In the line of sight, a white figure suddenly appeared, and Lin Tianhou frowned.

　　 Here is another one.

　　 is still a young man, arrogant and ignorant!

　　 Lin Tianhou carried his hands on his back and walked towards him, an invincible master demeanor spontaneously emerged.

　　 But I haven't shot yet.

　　 The whole person knelt on the ground in an instant, his head was dizzy, and the pupils were full of consternation.

"How can this be……"

　　 Just before he was about to close his eyes, he only saw the white robe, walking into the imperial mausoleum step by step.