Marquis of Grand Xia

Ten miles of Maple Forest, time flies, and it's been three years since the return of his destiny.

Xueyihou died in battle, and there was an additional spiritual position in the Wuhou Temple. Ma Ge was shrouded in corpses.

Even so, generation after generation of Xia Wuhou still guards this great kingdom without complaint or regret.

In the spring of this year, outside the imperial city, the carriage was rumbling, and a special person came to Maple Forest.

In the carriage, Xia Xiyao walked down and helped a middle-aged man to walk down. The middle-aged man was plainly dressed, but his breath was very extraordinary.

The middle-aged man is only about forty years old, but his hair is mostly white, and his face is tired.

"Father and Emperor, be careful."

Xia Xiyao supported his father and emperor, worried.

Xia Huang stepped off the carriage and walked towards Fenglin step by step.

"Hou!"

Xia Huang looked at the white-haired man and saluted respectfully.

"Don't get well, don't come over."

Ning Chen looked at the contemporary emperor of the Daxia Dynasty in front of him, and his expression was peaceful.

"Hou came back so long, I should have come to visit."

Xia Huang opened his mouth and said with emotion, "Since I was a child, I have listened to Hou's legends and grew up. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see Hou's true face."

"Your Majesty is here, is there anything wrong?" Ning Chen asked.

"I want to ask Hou, I have reigned at the age of sixteen and have been in power for twenty-five years. I have not dared to relax at the moment since I took over the Great Reign. I dare not say that I am an eternal Ming Jun, but I am definitely not a faint junior. My Daxia is still in constant war, the people do not talk about life? "Xia Huang said with a confused look.

"Things must be hands-on, not necessarily good."

Ning Chen looked at the forty-year-old big Xia emperor with white hair in front of him, and said softly, "Learn to decentralize."

Xia Huang heard that, his face was incomprehensible, and said, "So simple?"

"It's that simple."

Ning Chen's expression calmly said, "Do you think that people are more important than people?"

Xia Huang was silent. After a while, he replied, "The people are noble and gentle."

"Junior is precious, and the people are expensive. Similarly, the people are precious and the king is expensive."

Ning Chen looked into the distance and continued, "I ask you whether your country is light or not. You hesitated. In fact, in your heart, you still think that your country is light."

Xia Huang silently said nothing.

Ning Chen turned around and looked at the person in front of him, saying, "In the beginning, I and Beimeng's military commander wanted to promote 100

The arrival of the heyday of the era has the same purpose. However, at that time, Daxia and the Northern Mongolian court were not in a good relationship. Why do you say this? "

"Different positions." Xia Huang replied.

"Good, different positions."

Ning Chen said calmly, "On the north of Mongolia and Daxia, there are also different positions between the court and the people. However, the different positions do not mean opposition. When is the Daxia's prince value the people, the people It is valuable for the king, maybe there will be a lot less war. "

Xia Huang heard the words, his face flashed with thought, and for a long time, he respectfully performed a salute and said, "Teached."

"Go back. There are many Nengchen in Daxia. Learn to give them power. Similarly, you will give more power to the people. At that time, you will not be as tired as now." Ning Chen advised.

Xia Huang nodded, and Xia Xiyao respectfully saluted, and immediately helped his father emperor to leave in a carriage.

Just as Zhiming lived in the Maple Forest for ten miles, the confrontation between heaven, heaven, the sages of the world and the eleven innate saints reached the limit of stalemate.

For the first time, no one took advantage of the double points. Although all the saints in the world were sanctified soon, however, the battle experience from the mortal to the saints all the way, the combat experience is far from the innate saints, and the fighting power is very amazing.

In the void, the dark lord's right hand finally, the black spear surging fiercely, staring at all the saints in the fairy realm, the murderous expression on his face is not concealed.

In the fairy field, in front of all the saints, Fan Lingyue's figure rose slowly, and finally chose to shoot in person.

"It's you!"

The Lord of Darkness looked at the woman in front of him and said coldly, "This seat remembers you."

In the sky above the fairy land, Fan Lingyue looked at the Lord of Darkness in front of him, and the whole body was full of life.

"Three strokes."

Fan Lingyue said lightly, "Come on."

The Lord of Darkness heard his words, his face was angry, his figure flashed, and he went to the front.

The moment the black spear crossed, touching the moonlight, the two forces impacted each other, and the dark power quickly dissipated.

When Lingyue reached out her hand, her delicate green fingers were better than any magic weapon, directly grasping the black spear.

Suddenly, the black spear collapsed, and the dark master's face slightly changed. The bridge behind the road suddenly appeared, and the dark power reached the limit instantly.

Breaking the sky, the Lord of Darkness counterattacked and wanted to hit the woman in front of him.

Fan Lingyue stepped, avoiding palm strength, slender hands condensed element, directly penetrated the former chest.

An astonishing scene, the blood splashes all over the sky, where

Lianyue looked at the Lord of Darkness indifferently and said lightly, "It seems that I look up to you."

Having finished speaking, Fan Lingyue, Zhou Shengyue and Hua Hua rose, and directly flew out the Lord of Darkness.

Outside the hundred feet, the Lord of Darkness stopped, spitting out blood, and the black air was surging to repair the injury.

Just two moves defeated the battle. The look of the Lord of Darkness and the ten congenital saints was frightened and angry. His eyes looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes were full of fear.

In the void, Fan Lingyue looked at the eleven innate saints in front of him and said coldly, "Is there anyone to fight?"

The eleven congenital saints have an unsightly complex face. They are also saints, and the woman's power in front of him is beyond imagination.

I am afraid that no one can suppress this human woman except the gods of Yaejeon himself.

"Please consult one or two here."

At this moment, the ink master who had not spoken stepped forward and calmly said.

"Fate said that you were his master."

The old man in the white robe gazing at the bones of the fairy wind in front of him, said indifferently.

"Thirteen sons are not bad, beyond our expectations."

The ink master opened his mouth with a smile, "Blue is better than blue, and this master of this seat really wants to really fight him once."

"No, you don't have this opportunity."

The words fell, where the silhouette of listening to the moon flickered, inside and outside the fairy field, the saints only saw a flash of Yuehua flashing, and it was incredible.

The ink master's look is also a solid, full of colorful brilliance around the body, and cultivated to full open.

In the colorful brilliance, the figure suddenly stopped when listening to the moon's figure.

The ink master walked in the colorful brilliance and came to the human woman in front ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Young man, you are still in a hurry. "

The ink master raised his hand, and the colorful brilliance rose, swallowing the woman in front.

"It turns out that this is your ability."

At this time, a sneer flashed in the eyes of Fan Lingyue, who was out of control, and said, "No wonder Luo Xingchen would rather lay down his life and send that arrow. Stronger than him! "

In a word, Fan Lingyue raised his hand, directly buckled the right shoulder of Mo Zhu, and flung directly towards the distant mountain peak.

boom!

There was a tremor, thousands of miles away, mountains collapsed and the rocks fell like rain.

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