Magic Punk

Listening to the emperor's calm and leisurely words, Xuan Yi suddenly didn't know how to answer.

In fact, before Xuanyi stepped into this hall, he had even prepared for the worst.

He had already thought that Emperor Aoshu would scold him and ask him to quickly hand over the Yaoyao to the Nihuang clan, otherwise he would do it himself.

Xuanyi had already thought about how to argue, and in the end he failed and even wanted to break out of the palace and take the monster with him to wander the world.

But no, the emperor knew about this a long time ago and told him that you can do whatever you want.

I'm supporting you behind you.

Xuanyi has never felt this way before.

He never thought anyone would stand up for him.

He is just a child in the snow. He has to take care of all his own affairs. If he cannot take care of his affairs, then he will die.

What's more, the emperor also gave him a story.

The young man stood there blankly, his mind going blank.

After a long time, he spoke and called Father.

Aosidijun laughed: Of course I owe you a lot, but I don't think I need to compensate you, because I just did what Aosidijun can do, and I just don't do what I can't do.

This is still not compensation.

It's just something you deserve.

Xuanyi nodded: Thank you.

The emperor did not refuse Xuanyi's gratitude. He knew that for this prince who had not lived in the Aussie Empire since he was a child, the Aussie Empire did not have much attachment to him. He could clap his hands and leave at any time. , without taking away a single cloud.

But the emperor must let him understand that this is his empire and this is his land.

Of course, this is also his sanctuary, his only home in the world.

About Yaoyao. The emperor continued: I don't know much about Filthy Blood, but her current condition should not be very good.

Xuanyi raised her head and stared at the emperor behind the curtain: Emperor, please speak.

The filthy blood comes from the curse of the Nihuang clan, rather than a simple blood disease. I know that you have put a lot of effort into curing Yaoyao before and successfully stabilized her condition, but this time Luoyan saw After her, her condition will undergo some unwelcome changes. The emperor said.

Xuanyi couldn't believe it: Obviously Luoyan didn't even touch her with a finger.

Yes, not a single finger touched it, because before touching it, Xuanyi had already pressed the Huangtian Rusty Sword against her back.

You don't need to touch a finger. The emperor said calmly: I have said that dirty blood is not a disease originating from the blood. It is essentially a curse, coming from the top of the Nihuang clan. As long as the demon is Discovered, and her curse will intensify.”

No one needs to touch her, she just needs to be seen.

Xuanyi bit her lip and subconsciously wanted to go back and see Yaoyao's condition.

He didn't think the emperor would lie, because the emperor had no need to lie at all.

But Xuanyi knew that since the emperor mentioned this, he would definitely not stop there.

What do I need to do? Xuan Yi asked.

First of all, you have to become stronger and stronger than you are now. Although this is nonsense, this world belongs to the strong. The emperor said calmly: I know your medical skills are very good, but there are some things that medical skills cannot The solution is like the poison on you and me, like the curse on the demon.

Yes, if I take action, I can indeed help suppress the demon for a period of time, but I have no reason to take action, and there is no need to take action.

Saying this, the emperor raised his hand and threw a black-red iron block across the curtain and in front of Xuanyi. Xuanyi reached out to catch it and saw a strange-shaped object that looked like a key.

This is a completely irregular piece of iron, covered with traces of melting and solidification of steel.

This is it? Xuan Yi couldn't help but ask.

The remaining materials from the original casting of the Ancient Sword of Heaven are also the only key to the Sword Casting Pool. Ever since Emperor Shuhua completed the casting of the Ancient Sword of Heaven, the Sword Casting Pool has not cast a second sword for a thousand years.

But every member of the Os family will go there once they reach adulthood.

The emperor looked at Xuanyi and said slowly.

He had already given everything he could to the other party, and now it was just up to him to see if the young man could grasp it.

Although you are not an adult yet, I think it is time.

If I'm not wrong, the sword-making pool should be able to suppress the curse of filthy blood.

As for how to get there, I think Yue'er can tell you.

After all. The emperor showed a faint smile: She likes you so much.

If the person in front of him was not the emperor, Xuan Yi couldn't help but want to deny Sanlian, but since he was the emperor, Xuan Yi could only acquiesce. He raised his head and looked at the man in front of him: Is it just suppression?

It's just suppression. The emperor replied calmly.

Filthy Blood Unless you can pull out all the remnants of Nihuang's blood, the curse cannot be completely eliminated.

But you have the blood of Nihuang in your body. You should understand how difficult it is to remove it.

Being able to suppress it is already a reflection of the profound heritage of the Os family.

Xuanyi fell into silence and asked after a long time: Is there really no way to eradicate it?

The emperor looked at the heir in front of him: Do you really want to know?

Xuanyi nodded.

If you can enter the Forgotten City and meet the leader of the Xitian clan, then you can ask him to lift this curse.

The emperor said meaningfully.

Chief Xitian is a true saint, and is probably the strongest saint in the world.

Xuanyi bit her lip.

Some people even believe that the strength of Xitian Clan Leader is not even lower than those powerful golden humans on the other side.

Is there any other way? Xuan Yi asked.

He didn't know if there was any way he could make that saint change his mind. After all, even when Ning Xiner was at her most powerful, she couldn't compare with that saint.

The emperor smiled and spit out four words: Blood of the Phoenix.

Blood of the Phoenix? Xuanyi repeated the word.

Yes, the blood of the phoenix. The emperor said softly: There is a phoenix slough in the underground palace of the Nihuang clan. The slough contains the essence and blood of this divine beast. Its essence and blood can help others wash the marrow and cut the hair. To regain her life, if Yaoyao can obtain the blood of the Phoenix, she will be able to possess the highest bloodline of the Nihuang clan, and naturally she will not be disturbed by the cursed blood.

Xuanyi nodded and did not ask if there was a third way.

Because it has no meaning anymore.

He knelt down and kowtowed to the emperor to express his gratitude.

Then the young man turned around and left the palace, pushing open the palace door.

It was still raining heavily outside the palace.

Jiaoyue stood outside the door waiting, with a red-haired girl standing next to her.

Half of the girl's face was covered with blue-gray scales.