From eunuch to emperor

Belloya was Zalisa's personal maid, and the two were trafficked to Xixia together.

The master and servant cherished each other as they were both subjugated. They ate and lived together and practiced martial arts together.

In Long Chen's eyes, both of them were beauties. It didn't matter who was the princess or the maid, so they taught martial arts together.

Beloya's qualifications are actually higher than Zalisa's, and her training speed is actually faster.

"Oh? Let me see how far you have practiced now."

Long Chen asked with great interest.

Belloya was a little embarrassed: "How dare you do anything in front of the prince?"

Long Chen smiled and said: "That's right, I can say that I'm very good at what I do."

After being in contact with her for so long, Long Chen could feel that Belloya's qualifications were better than Zalisa's.

Zalisa said: "Show it to your husband."

Belloya walked outside the house, stood in the small yard, assumed a posture, inhaled and exhaled slowly, and the surrounding air was stirred up.

Long Chen nodded and said: "Yes, he has already reached the late king stage in cultivation. The general of the Us Kingdom I met last time was only a Martial Emperor."

"With some more practice, your cultivation will surpass that of the Sith."

Belloya said in surprise: "More than Sith? Black Shield Sith?"

Long Chen smiled and said: "Don't think they are very powerful, they are just small characters."

Zalisa smiled and said: "To a husband, they are like ants, they can be easily trampled to death."

"For us, that is the Black Shield Sith. Almost no one in the Western Region is his opponent."

Belloya said: "Yes, Black Shield Sith is a terrifying existence in the Western Region. When he charges, no one can resist him."

"And Xibin, he is the master of the wind. The arrows he shoots can automatically find the enemy."

Zalisa finally smiled and said: "However, these people were all killed by my husband in the end, and even Ba and Man were prisoners."

The two talked happily. Following the strongest man, all strong enemies seemed so weak.

"You guys practice well, I'm going to leave for the Western Region next month."

Zalisa's eyes lit up: "Really? Is your husband really going to the Western Regions?"

After talking for so long, Zalisa always felt that Long Chen was just talking casually.

Now that Long Chen had announced the departure time, she could finally be sure that Long Chen was serious.

"Of course I'm going, get ready."

Belloya counted the time and said: "I don't have much time, I must hurry up and train."

Zarissa held Long Chen's arm and said, "Husband, can you stay here for the night? I found that my cultivation improves faster after I am with you."

Long Chen smiled and said: "Yes, I have a special physique. If you drink my stuff, you can improve your cultivation."

Zarissa blushed and said, "Why do you say it? It's so embarrassing..."

Long Chen picked up Zalisa and said with a smile: "Come now."

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A vast stretch of high mountains, cold wind blowing, heavy snowflakes falling down, and white snow piled up on the top of the mountain.

Shen Wanjin wore a ghost mask and walked slowly on the steep mountain road.

Behind him were people wearing ghost masks.

These people were dressed strangely, with long black robes and pointed black hats, and they looked like wizards.

Even in the eyes of people from the Western Regions, these costumes look weird.

The mountain road kept going up, braving the howling cold wind and dark clouds overhead. When the group reached the top of the mountain, a cave appeared in front of them.

Scholar Li stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the mountains, feeling nothing but vastness.

This is the legendary Frost Country, with the highest mountain mountain.

The surrounding peaks stretch for thousands of kilometers, but this is the highest and coldest.

After this group of people left Fenghou Valley, they followed Shen Wanjin in a hurry across the desert and arrived in the Western Region.

Shen Wanjin had a stronghold in the Western Regions. After his disciples settled in the stronghold, they followed Shen Wanjin and infiltrated into the local area.

After a period of time, Shen Wanjin took them to the legendary country: Frost Country.

This is a world that does not exist and a country that does not exist.

Frost Kingdom has no king, no people, and no political power.

Everything exists only in legends.

There is frost all year round and there are only tall coniferous forests, which are not suitable for farming. There is also very little hunting. There are only a few hunters and they cannot feed so many people.

"The smell here...is very different."

A short man sniffed through the ghost mask.

This man had a rotten nose and a very sensitive sense of smell. He took refuge with Shen Wanjin early and even persuaded Guo Yin Lingxiao to surrender.

"What smell can there be in here? Your nose is frozen."

Yin Lingxiao said with a smile.

Rotten Nose chuckled and said, "Even if my nose is cut off, I can smell more smells than you can."

The person behind urged: "Stop chattering and go in."

Everyone slowly walked into the cave, and suddenly it became clear.

There were torches lit on the cliff, a brazier burning with blazing fire, and an altar in the middle with a skinny mummy sitting on it.

There were many women in black robes standing around the altar. These women had angular looks, brown hair, and amber eyes, which were obviously different from the appearance of the people of the Zhou Dynasty.

The woman held tall glasses in her hands and kept chanting strange spells.

Yin Lingxiao's eyes returned to the mummy on the altar.

This mummy was very tall, at least ten feet tall according to Dazhou's size.

The mummy was sitting on a chair, his body was ashen, with a golden crown on his head.

Because of time, this crown has no nobility, only a feeling of loneliness.

The clothes on the mummy were in decay, and a rusty iron sword fell beside it.

Shen Wanjin slowly walked up to the altar, while Yin Lingxiao and others stood at the bottom, followed by 33 disciples.

Shen Wanjin slowly took off his ghost mask, and Yin Lingxiao and the others also slowly took off their masks.

Yin Lingxiao, Scholar Li, Hong Xiao, Jing Yan, Lingfengzi, Qi Lian, Rotten Bitou...

The faces of Da Zhou were all in the audience, and the disciples behind him also took off their ghost masks.

The moment the ghost mask was taken off, the women from the Western Regions all around knelt down and bowed their heads.

Dazhou was extremely powerful, and people in the Western Regions envied Dazhou for its wealth. In their eyes, Dazhou was a noble master who came from the rich and mysterious East.

Moreover, their most noble emissary also came from the east.

Shen Wanjin stood on the altar, opened his hands, and shouted: "This is the Holy Land of the Frost Country, the place where the Blood Clan originated. What you see is the Holy Lord of the Blood Clan."

"From today on, you are all members of the Blood Clan. We will resurrect the Holy Lord, receive the Holy Lord's blessing, and preach for the Holy Spirit."

"The Holy Spirit, the Holy Lord, and the Holy Messenger, these are our three saints. We will promote the will of the Holy Spirit and let the world worship and sacrifice the Holy Spirit."

Everyone below raised their hands and echoed: "The Holy Spirit, the Holy Lord, and the Holy Envoy, we are willing to serve."

Shen Wanjin waved his hand, and the women around him came down holding the Holy Grail.

Yin Lingxiao looked at the goblet and cut his palm without hesitation, and the blood fell into the Holy Grail.

Then there is scholar Li...

The disciples behind him also cut their palms open and let out blood.

Soon, the goblets were filled with blood.

A tall and beautiful woman held the Holy Grail and knelt in front of Shen Wanjin.

Under the gaze of everyone, Shen Wanjin cut his palm open, and blood fell into the Holy Grail.

Eighteen chalices in total, filled with blood.

Shen Wanjin held the Holy Grail, walked up to the mummy, and poured blood into the mummy's mouth.

Gululu...Zi...

Blood was poured into the mouth of the mummy, and the blood flowed down the throat into the abdomen, making a weird sound.

It was like the land that had been cracked by drought for a long time was finally soaked by rain and made a sizzling sound.

As blood was poured in cup after cup, the hands and feet of the mummy began to squirm, and the wrinkled and gray skin began to slowly recover and become plump.

Finally, the mummy sat up straight, and two dark red eyes appeared in the sunken eye sockets.

The moment his eyes opened, blood-red light shot out from them.

"Roar..."

A terrifying roar came out, and the entire cave shook. The snow on the low mountain shook and fell off, forming an avalanche, rushing down all around, making a huge roar.

The women around him knelt down one after another, their bodies trembling.

Yin Lingxiao looked at the resurrected mummy in shock, and he could feel the aura of terror.

Scholar Li was worried and subconsciously stepped back, thinking to himself: I wonder who is more powerful than the Martial Saint or the Ghost Girl?