Nightwatcher

Time went forward, about two quarters of an hour ago, the watchman was sent to the yamen.

thump, thump, Xu Qi'an, who was dressed in Tsing Yi, stepped on the stairs and went downstairs slowly, surrounded by a group of officials with complex expressions.

The Haoqi Building is essentially Wei Yuan's office. There are many officials and think tanks in the building who deliver news and analyze intelligence. .

Yuan Xiong took office as a new official with three fires, and only had time to burn the guards. The officials in the Haoqi Building were not affected for the time being. If Yuan Xiong didn't die, the fire would burn to them sooner or later.

Because they are all Wei Yuan's confidant team.

It's just that he didn't expect that Yuan Xiong, who had just taken over the position of Duke Wei yesterday and took over Haoqi Tower, would die at the hands of Xu Qi'an today.

Officials stood at the corners of the corridors on each floor, watching him silently, watching the man in Tsing Yi walk down the stairs slowly.

In a pair of eyes, there is reverence, sadness, emotion, and tears.

The changes in the court these days, and what happened in the policeman's yamen yesterday, they saw it clearly in their eyes and knew it in their hearts.

If you don't speak on the surface, there must be resentment in your heart.

Of course, those who can hold a pen in their hands cannot hold a knife. Those who can hold a knife can't hold the fleeting courage.

Wei Gong has been in town for 21 years, and there are many people who have benefited from him. Now that he is dead, the cronies are down and the monkeys are scattered, and the parties are watching coldly.

In the end, it was this young man who had been working as a watchman for less than a year, and was furious for him.

All the officials looked at him, with sadness brewing in the silence.

Xu Qi'an came out of Haoqi Building, came to Yuan Xiong's body, drew out a knife, cut off his head, and held it in his hand.

You want to ruin Duke Wei's reputation, I don't agree!

The officials rushed out of the Haoqi building and crowded outside the building.

When Xu Qi'an turned to leave, there was a sobbing voice behind him: "Xu Yinluo, run away!"

It was the little guard on duty in front of Haoqi Building.

"Xu Yinluo, let's go, let's go."

"Xu Yinluo, you lost your head, let's go quickly."

"I beg you"

They seemed to foresee something, and each made their own voice.

The sound is noisy, but every word is heartfelt.

Xu Qi'an paused for a moment, and left straight away.

He walked out of the yamen silently, along the way, the eyes of the watchmen focused on him, no one spoke, and no one dared to stop him.

All eyes stopped behind him, and then turned to the head that was being carried.

Everyone changed color.

The man in Tsing Yi quickly left the watchman's yamen and walked along the long street towards the imperial palace.

In the silence, a silver gong tremblingly said: "It can't be like this."

Breaking into the yamen to kill people, he didn't retreat immediately after the incident, but went out with his head in his hands, heading for the imperial city.

Someone suddenly screamed: "He's going to the palace to make trouble!"

"This won't work. Duke Wei is gone. No one can protect him like last time. He killed Yuan Xiong. This is a serious crime of ransacking his family and destroying his family. We can't make trouble anymore, we have to run away quickly."

"Who can stop him, can't stop him."

He was too impulsive. The last time he was able to kill the Duke of the State, it was because of Duke Wei and the dead admonitions of all the Dukes. This group of civil and military officials were under pressure before him, so he was able to retreat unscathed.

The situation is different this time. If he dares to make trouble, he will definitely be suppressed by the army and experts.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao took the knife and chased them out first.

The rest of the watchmen looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Let's wait, there are wives and children, so don't be impulsive."

"Just, just go and see, just see."

"You can't just do nothing."

As for how to deal with it at that time, they have no idea.

After finding a reason for himself, someone stepped forward and rushed out of the yamen.

Then, one or two swarmed out.

At the moment of Mao, the autumn cold and frost were heavy, and most of the people had not woken up yet.

In front of a morning food stall on the street, a stall owner walked towards the diners at the table holding hot soybean milk in both hands.

At a certain moment, he looked towards the street, his eyes widened, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, splashing hot soybean milk all over the floor.

The diners followed his gaze. In the dim morning light, he was walking in a green suit holding a knife, holding a head in his left hand.

Behind him, followed by nearly a hundred watchmen.

The stall owner slowly retracted his gaze and looked at the diners: "Is that Xu Yinluo?"

"Ah, he is Xu Yinluo?"

There were also people who had never seen Xu Yinluo's real face.

"No, that's right, it's him, it's Xu Yinluo, what is he going to do?"

"Holding his head in his hands, hiss, is Xu Yinluo going to kill corrupt officials again?"

"There are so many beaters behind me"

The vendors on the street, the shopkeepers who came to the city early, and some people who went out to catch up with work were lucky to see this scene.

When Xu Yinluo was found to be walking along the main road towards the imperial city, the people who were watching couldn't help but interact with each other.

"Who is the head in Xu Yinluo's hand?"

"Who knows, he must be a good person, otherwise Xu Yinluo would not kill him. I remember the last time Caishikou beheaded two dukes in such a grand situation, but unfortunately I didn't witness that time with my own eyes."

The voice suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, someone screamed: "Follow up, follow up and have a look."

The people who were just surprised at first suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter. Immediately call for friends and companions, and fall far behind the watchman.

Along the way, passers-by pointed and asked each other.

"It's such a mess."

"What are you doing with these watchmen?"

The people in the team said: "The leader is Xu Yinluo, don't you recognize him? You are blind."

"Don't talk nonsense, we don't know, just follow along and watch the excitement. Don't forget, the last time Xu Yinluo mobilized people like this was the Chuzhou massacre case."

The people who didn't know where to go were shocked, so they joined the team.

The imperial city, on the city wall.

The guard guarding the south gate, Habayashi Guard, saw the spacious main road in the distance, and the crowd was rushing in. From a bird's eye view, it was full of human heads.

First in Tsing Yi, then a hundred watchmen, and finally the loose civilians.

The team of nearly a thousand people, the capital is prosperous and prosperous, the people are generally lazy, and they get up late, especially as the autumn deepens and the weather turns cold, the families who are not forced to make a living are still sleeping at this time, with the warm quilt lingering.

Therefore, it is extremely rare to be able to gather a large team of nearly a thousand people at this time.

The Habayashi guards quickly ignored the common people, lingering on the hundreds of watchmen for a while, and locked on to the leader's Tsing Yi.

The front silver gong Xu Qi'an has a human head hanging from his waist.

The commander of Habayashi Wei Nancheng ordered with a serious face: "Preheat the artillery, prepare the crossbow arrows, and listen to my orders."

In the face of this evil star, no amount of attention can be overestimated, especially in the recent tense situation, the court wants to punish Wei Yuan for his crimes, at this juncture, Xu Qi'an is not willing to come if he is not kind.

The commander of the Habayashi guards stood at the top of the city and shouted: "The imperial city is an important place, idlers stop."

While speaking, he raised his hand, and the Habayashi Guard at the top of the city may adjust the muzzle for a demonstrative aim.

Or raise the military crossbow and draw the hard bow.

Just wait for the commander to give an order to launch an attack.

As expected, the Tsing Yi stopped.

Seeing this, the leader of the Habayashi Guards breathed a sigh of relief. Once Wei Gong died, this rebellious young man had to restrain his lawless temper.

At this time, he saw Xu Qi'an took the head from his waist, held it up high, and shouted:

"Twenty-one years ago, Wei Yuan led his army to the Shanhaiguan Pass, and fought against the Yaoman, Nanman and Wu Shenjiao in Shanhaiguan, and returned with a great victory. Without Wei Yuan in this battle, there would be no great honor. However, the master of the battle is the emperor. If it is not tolerated, he is forced to abolish his cultivation, take away his military power, and resign himself to the court."

The watchman behind him had a look of displeasure, complaining for Wei Gong.

Among the common people, the young people didn't have much emotion, but the older ones knew that Xu Yinluo was telling the truth.

Commander Habayashi Wei squinted his eyes, still raising his hand.

"Twenty-one years later today, Wei Yuan led an army to fight against the Witch God Sect. Fearing that it would triumph and be difficult to suppress, the faint king colluded with treacherous officials, cut off 100,000 troops, and joined forces with the Witch God Sect in Jingshan City to kill Wei Yuan and destroy the army.

"Later, he conspired with the treacherous minister Yuan Xiong to tarnish his name and ruin his reputation, and trampled on the victory won by a 100,000 army fighting with their lives."

The voice was high-pitched and loud, reaching the ears of the people one by one.

Listening to their uproar, commotion.

The army that went to war against the Witch God Sect suffered heavy casualties. This is a topic that has been widely circulated in the city recently. Even the traffickers and pawns, when they rested to drink tea together, would angrily scold the eunuch for misleading the country.

But when Xu Yinluo said the same thing, it was completely different.

The emperor colluded with treacherous ministers, cut off the food and grass of the army and united with the witch god religion to kill the marshal of the army. On the street, the minds of all the people who heard these words were in a mess.

The eye sockets of the beating men turned red instantly, not from sadness, but from anger.

If Xu Ningyan's words are true, to them, this is an intolerable and unforgivable crime.

"Let the arrow!"

The commander of Habayashi guards shouted loudly.

The sound of the bowstring trembling, and the sound of the cannon ejecting from the barrel, all rang out.

The howling shells, the crossbow arrows wrapped in white light, all headed towards Xu Qi'an, disregarding the life and death of ordinary people.

The people screamed and fled in all directions, looking for cover to hide.

Boom boom boom!

The shells and crossbow bolts exploded in mid-air, as if they were blocked by the invisible air world.

"I am so heartbroken that I cannot bear the ruin of my ancestors' 600-year-old foundation at the hands of treacherous ministers."

Xu Qi'an stood still, and threw the head fiercely, with a sound like thunder: "So today, when everyone gets angry, blood splatters five steps, and the world is nothing!"

At the top of the city, the artillery bed crossbow exploded.

Throwing his head across the imperial city, he smashed the city gate with his green clothes, and rushed towards the imperial palace.

"Dog—emperor—emperor—"

In the Golden Luan Hall, following the deafening roar, the peace knife whizzed across the sky, trying to nail the yellow robe to the dragon chair.

The eyes of the princes followed the light of the sword, and looked at the king who had been overlooking the court for nearly forty years.

I saw that Emperor Yuan Jing stretched out his hand, and with his flesh and blood, he grabbed the sharp edge of the peerless divine weapon.

The Taiping Dao exhaled saber energy, buzzing and trembling, but it couldn't break free from the shackles of this white as jade palm.

"Do you think that I, who have practiced Taoism for twenty-one years, are really so unbearable?"

Emperor Yuan Jing looked at Xu Qi'an with a smile that was not a smile, and his tone was calm, like a god on high, dominating everything.

The two people looked across the hall, and Xu Qi'an knew that Joan of Arc and Yuan Jing had merged.

One qi transforms the three cleans, the three are one person, and one person is three, which can be separated or combined.

"Do you think that I came to kill you just out of anger?"

Xu Qi'an also treated her with a calm tone, and said word by word: "The first emperor Joan of Arc!"

"You actually know my identity!"

Emperor Yuan Jing frowned slightly, as if a little surprised.

hum!

The Taiping Dao oscillated with a series of saber aura, causing the big case of laying the yellow silk to fall apart, leaving a series of saber marks on the golden steps, and a certain saber aura smashed the small eight-diagram bronze medal.

The gossip bronze medal turned into a dazzling light, and the next moment, Emperor Yuan Jing and the Taiping knife disappeared in the Jinluan Hall.

Send magic weapon!

Killing the king not only killed Yuan Jing, but also Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc is a master of tribulation, Xu Qi'an himself is also a third rank, the battle cannot take place in the capital.

Otherwise, millions of souls will be wiped out.

Xu Qi'an swept across the princes in the hall, their expressions were stiff and their eyes were confused.

"The emperor has no way, Xu will attack him today, and the gentlemen will stay in the palace and wait for the result."

After finishing speaking, he took out a small bronze gossip medal and crushed it.

Qing Guang included him and disappeared.

There was chaos in the Meridian Gate Square, the sound of horns and drums spread throughout the palace, and the inner guards flocked to the Meridian Gate.

Taking advantage of the weak guards in the palace, Huaiqing led the confidant guards and went straight to the Jingyang Palace where Emperor Yuan Jing lived.

"Tied!"

The cold and dignified eldest daughter of the emperor waved her hand.

Twenty well-trained guards easily subdued the guards outside the palace.

Holding a stack of calligraphy in his arms, Huaiqing walked quickly, with his skirt flying, and entered Emperor Yuanjing's bedroom alone.

Huaiqing, who crossed the high threshold and went straight to the imperial study, stopped abruptly, as if sensing something, turned and walked towards the bedroom, saw the formation drawn on the ground, and saw the floating beads.

He saw the golden dragon struggling in pain and being sucked out bit by bit.

The underground golden dragon veins? Is this the father's plan? What does he want to do?

Many doubts flashed in Huaiqing's mind, just as she was about to get closer, she saw the eyeball inside the bead turning and staring at herself deeply.

Being stared at by this eyeball, Huaiqing's heart shuddered, and at the same time, the martial artist's instinct honed in the realm of refining gods frantically warned.

Huaiqing was a wise and decisive woman, she turned and left without hesitation, returned to the imperial study room, spread out handwritten letters on the big case, and stamped them with jade seals.

There are two types of handwritten content, the first type is the order to close the city gate; the second type is the order to deploy the forbidden army.

The handwriting has already been stamped with the great seal of the cabinet, as long as it is stamped with the emperor's jade seal, all the gates of the capital can be closed, and the troops in the capital can be locked in the city.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Association agreed that two prerequisites must be met for regicide.

One, the battle cannot take place inside the city.

Second, the Fifth Battalion of the Forbidden Army under the direct command of Emperor Yuan Jing could not intervene in the battle.

The Fifth Battalion of the Forbidden Army is composed of the Shenji Battalion, which controls advanced artillery and crossbows; the Cavalry Battalion, which is well equipped and plunders like fire;

This is the most elite unit of Dafeng, whether it is combat capability, equipment, or military masters, they are all top-notch.

If this army can come out in full force, not to mention the territory of Dafeng, even in Kyushu, there are only a handful of troops that can compete with it.

The meaning of their existence is to protect the capital and ensure that the capital of the country will not be captured.

After the jade seal was sealed, Huaiqing ran out of the bedroom, summoned the chief guard, and said:

"Quickly go to the Forbidden Barracks and hand over these five handwritten letters to the commanders of each battalion.

"The rest of the handwriting should be sent to the cabinet and handed over to Wang Shoufu."

She gave orders methodically.

The suburbs of Beijing, Nanyuan.

The formation engraved outside the woods lit up, and Emperor Yuan Jing appeared in a yellow robe, holding a peace knife in his hand, and looked around calmly.

"South Garden!"

With just a glance, he recognized that this was the royal hunting ground. The vast woodland of two hundred and sixty miles was really suitable as a battlefield.

Emperor Yuan Jing looked at a certain place, with deep malice in his eyes, shook his hands, and threw out the peace knife.

The clear light flickered there, and Xu Qi'an's figure appeared, and the peace knife just shot towards him, as if he had hit the knife edge himself.

Ding!

The golden light exploded, and the peace knife was bounced away, and then happily threw it into the master's hands.

Emperor Yuan Jing couldn't help squinting his eyes and frowning:

"Third-rank? I understand. No wonder Wei Yuan's energy and blood were below second-rank that day, so he left behind. Tsk, if I didn't know him very well, I would have to suspect that you are his illegitimate child."

Polluted by the Daoist chief, he didn't hide his jealousy, and his malice turned into murderous intent.

Jealousy is one of the worst emotions in human nature. This emperor who has been cultivating for 20 years and has been promoted from an ordinary person to the second-rank Transcendence Tribulation to become a handful of people at the pinnacle of Kyushu, feels jealous of this young man from the bottom of his heart.

Compared with his humiliation, the other party has made a high-profile journey and gained fame and fortune. Even Wei Yuan is willing to pave the way for him.

It took only one year to become a third-rank martial artist from a mere ant.

Xu Qi'an put the knife back into its sheath, and sneered while accumulating strength: "If I tell you that Huaiqing and the fourth prince are his blood, would you believe it?"

Emperor Yuan Jing slowly restrained his expression, and said indifferently: "You are provoking me."

What responded to him was Xu Qi'an's brazen knife.

Stunning knife light cut out.

Taiping Sword + Heaven and Earth Slash + Heart Sword + Yangyi + Buddhist Lion Roar!

Jade broken!

Accompanied by the light of the knife, the deafening roar of the lion is shocking.

Emperor Yuan Jing sensed the power of this saber, his figure disappeared abruptly, and flashed at an extremely fast speed, one after another bright yellow figures flashed and disappeared again and again, but he couldn't dodge the saber no matter what.

He stretched out his hands, palms surrounded by golden light and black light, holding the knife light.

laugh.

Amidst the sound of the qi machine dissolving, the light of the knife annihilated.

The Daoist Yang God, known as the Immortal Dharma Body, is the sublimation of the inviolability of Jindan and ten thousand dharmas.

And once you step into the realm of first-rank land immortals, the Yang God and the physical body overlap, and you can even fight hand-to-hand with martial arts.

Of course, the attack power and durability are definitely not as good as Wufu.

Xu Qi'an appeared behind Emperor Yuan Jing and slashed him down. He didn't expect the "intent" of the fourth rank to hurt the master of the second rank.

Mindfulness also needs to be cultivated.

The mind of a martial artist can only be sublimated at the second rank, and the third rank is an immortal body, which has nothing to do with the mind of the fourth rank.

Just like the four grades and three grades of Confucianism, it has nothing to do with it.

What Xu Qi'an wants is to use this knife to draw closer the relationship between the two parties, and to use a combo of moves to severely injure the other party.

Emperor Yuan Jing raised his head and screamed silently.

Xu Qi'an's brain started "humming", and he appeared dizzy and dizzy. For dozens of miles around, people as small as insects and as big as elk and wild boars died one after another, and their bodies were intact.

Grasping the gap between his primordial spirit's shock, streaks of brilliance rushed out of Emperor Yuanjing's sleeve.

The mirror of the gods captures the opponent's soul and extends the control.

The soul-calling banner brushed out streaks of dark light, attacking the primordial spirit.

The three soul-devouring nails shot out, trying to pierce through various acupuncture points on the opponent's head, but under the martial arts physique, they had no choice but to bounce off.

Two copper rings locked Xu Qi'an's wrists.

The seventh grade of Taoism is called food qi, which can drive magic weapons, including flying swords. At the level of Emperor Yuan Jing, it is easy to control multiple magic weapons at a time.

In addition, Taoism is also one of the very few systems that has the ability to refine magic weapons other than warlocks. It's just that they are not as proficient as warlocks, and they can refine almost any magic weapon.

While controlling the magic weapon to attack, Emperor Yuan Jing summoned a Qingfeng and handed out a sword, the brilliant sword light was overwhelming.

He followed Renzong's practice method, and he was also the second rank of Renzong, and his attack power was no worse than Luo Yuheng.

Among the three sects of Taoism, Renzong is the most aggressive.

Even among warriors, when it comes to attack power, Renzong's swordsmanship is also the best, and he specializes in breaking the copper skin and iron bones of warriors.

Under the light of the sword, the Vajra Divine Kungfu persisted for a few breaths, but failed to hold on, and pierced the heart with a sword.

Dark red blood splashed on Xu Qi'an's back.

Emperor Yuan Jing crazily stimulated his sword energy, obliterating the vitality of this new third rank, with the same malice as that of the Di Zong Yao Dao in his eyes, and said with a grinning smile:

"A martial artist who has just entered the third rank is also worthy to compete with me?"

He has been in the second rank for many years, and the whole country has resources to practice, how can this boy who has just entered the third rank be able to compete.

"Caught you."

Xu Qi'an showed a tricky smile, and roared: "God is special!!"

A deep, vast, formidable and terrifying aura revived in Xu Qi'an's body.

A flame-like magic pattern appeared between the eyebrows, the skin was quickly dyed black, and a flame halo appeared behind the head.

Xu Qi'an's breath soared, from the early stage of the third rank to the peak of the third rank in an instant.

This is not the power of Shenshu alone, but the power of both.

boom!

The copper mirror of the magic weapon exploded.

The summoning banner exploded.

The brass ring burst.

"I'll take the lead!" Xu Qi'an said.

Now that he is a truly high-quality martial artist, he controls the ability to transform energy, and he can kill masters of other systems in a row, so there is no need for Shenshu to dominate.

"good!"

A deep and mysterious voice came from within him.

Shenshu was forced to wake up. Of course, only another superpower can wake up a superpower from sleeping.

After waking up that day, Xu Qi'an said that he only had one request for Jianzheng, and that request was to help him wake up Shenshu.

But at that time, the supervisor refused, without giving any reason, and just asked him to go to Yunlu Academy first.

After receiving the blood pill Wei Yuan left for him from the dean, Xu Qi'an knew the intention of the supervisor.

Shenshu is a bottomless pit that cannot be fed enough, if he is awake, Wei Yuan's blood pill will be cheap for Shenshu.

The next moment, a storm-like blow fell on Yuan Jing, and layers of air waves exploded.

Emperor Yuan Jing only felt that in all directions, there were enemies in the sky and on the ground. The blows came from different angles, dense as rain, impossible to avoid, and difficult to resist.

This is Gaopin Wufu.

puff!

Xu Qi'an merged his hands, penetrated Yuan Jingdi's chest, and tore it forcefully.

Dismember!

The blood was sprinkled on the pitch-black gnarled body, becoming more and more ferocious like a demon.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Jing died officially, in the true sense.

The intertwined figure of golden light and black light escaped, and stood in midair, looking down at Xu Qi'an with a gloomy expression.

Emperor Joan of Arc.

Xu Qi'an silently looked at the corpse on the ground, scenes of the past flashed in his mind, and the majestic and indifferent image of Emperor Yuan Jing flashed across.

The scene of the emperor sitting high on the dragon chair flashed past.

Even though he has long been replaced by Joan of Arc, even though the former emperor has always been the first emperor Joan of Arc, he still has a strong sense of pleasure.

He killed the dog emperor with his own hands. From this moment on, Yuan Jing became history and ceased to exist.

Joan's face twitched slightly. Although Yuan Jing's body was limited in cultivation, it was a real life for him.

One gas transforms three cleans, one person has three lives.

After fighting for a quarter of an hour, he lost a life.

Looking fearfully at the god-like figure, Emperor Joan suddenly realized something, pointed at Xu Qi'an, and roared:

"It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you, you are the mysterious person who appeared in Chuzhou that day, and the sealed item under Sangbo is on you!"

He is bitter and hateful.

It turned out to be him, the one who killed King Zhenbei was Xu Qi'an.

"I knew it was you. After you returned to the capital that day, I should have smashed your corpse into thousands of pieces. I regretted it. How many times I missed the chance to kill you. You were able to hide it from me because the prison guard blocked it for you. Heaven’s secret, so I can’t sense its existence.”

Joan's imperial mentality exploded. He watched this little man grow up with his own eyes, raised tigers, and tolerated this little man's growth step by step.

It was only now that he realized that the person who killed his other clone was by his side.

Xu Qi'an not only killed his clone, but also brought the body back to the capital, jumped up and down, killed the Duke, and berated him in front of the people.

Too much bullying, too much bullying! !

Emperor Zhende was startled and angry, the viciousness in his heart was overwhelming, he gritted his teeth and said: "I will not give you another chance."

Xu Qi'an said indifferently: "Yuan Jing is dead, after today, the throne will change hands."

Hearing this, Emperor Jeanne showed a smug smile: "You are right, after today, Dafeng will indeed change hands, and it will become a subsidiary state of the Witch God Sect."

Sure enough, the purpose of the first emperor was to make Dafeng a vassal state of the Witch God Cult, and he wanted to follow the example of Sarun Agu. Xu Qian frowned:

"What are you going to do?"

Emperor Zhende breathed out the aura of heaven and earth, and recovered his state. He opened his arms, as if to show his greatness, and said:

"Do you know the dragon veins? The dynasty ruled the Central Plains, not only the people, but also the territory. The human heart condenses luck, and the dragon veins are the essence of luck and territory.

"As long as I draw out the spirit of the dragon veins and dedicate them to the witch gods, the Central Plains will be plagued by natural disasters and man-made disasters. However, because the dragon veins are still alive, uprisings often fail to succeed. But the witch god sect controls the dragon veins of the Central Plains, and it is a matter of destiny. It is easy to enter the Central Plains. "

"So you want to help the Witch God Sect kill Duke Wei?"

Xu Qi'an didn't know about dragon veins, but he knew about luck. After Dafeng lost half of his luck, the national power has been declining these years. Either there was a drought here, or there was a flood there.

Years of trouble.

As for me who has gained luck, along the way, I can always turn bad luck into good luck, encounter many adventures, and be promoted to the third rank in just one year. On the surface, it seems that I have received the favor of some big bosses, but in fact, this itself is luck. Performance.

If the dragon veins are taken away by the Witch God Sect, the result can be imagined.

"Wei Yuan must die. If he is alive, I will be facing him today. And the combat power of a second-rank martial artist is much stronger than yours."

Emperor Jeanne continued to swallow his spirit energy, and the berserk blow just now caused him some minor injuries.

"Wei Yuan is a handsome talent that has been rarely seen for hundreds of years. He is immortal. Salun Agu can't sleep and eat. Even if the Witch God Sect holds the dragon's veins, it may not be able to easily enter the Central Plains. Of course, I kill Wei Yuan and there is a third one." The reason, you will find out shortly.

"By the way, when I went to court, I had already activated the formation and stripped the dragon's veins. Do you want to rush back to stop it? I don't mind going to the city for a fight."

I don't mind. Wei Gong also expected these things. In the battle of Jingshan City, he was also invited by the Wu Shen sect to enter the urn, but Wei Gong had no choice. If he sat back and watched the Wu God break free from the seal, no matter how powerful Wei Gong led the army to fight, he would not be able to fight against a super class Xu Qi'an asked:

"You want to take away the dragon's veins, and the supervisor will agree?"

As a first-grade warlock, no one knows luck better than him. Emperor Zhende wanted to take away the dragon's veins under Jianzheng's nose, wishful thinking.

Although Jian Zheng couldn't kill Joan of Arc, he could prevent the dragon's veins from being drawn away.

Emperor Joan laughed and said: "The prison is the biggest enemy in my longevity plan. If there is no way to hold him back, how can I draw the dragon's veins?"

Xu Qi'an frowned.

Lingbao Temple.

Luo Yuheng walked out of the quiet room, came to the small courtyard, and stretched out his small white hand towards the small pond in the courtyard.

A rusty iron sword broke through the water and delivered itself into her hands.

Luo Yuheng stepped forward and disappeared into the courtyard.

Observatory.

There were fluctuations in the void, and a figure wrapped in a wizard's robe stepped out of the void.

This is an old man holding a sheep whip in his hand. His beard and hair are all white, and his eyes are calm and gentle. But it is such an old man who is no different from ordinary old people. His appearance makes the sky over the Observatory full of clouds.

Black clouds billowed, very close to the Star Observatory, as if it was right above the head, and blazing lightning flashed through the clouds.

The moment the old man appeared, the gossip platform lit up with array patterns, strangling him.

But the old man didn't seem to be in this world, and any attack on him was ineffective.

"Disciple, if you have Wei Yuan's power to break the formation, master, I will leave now." Salun Agu said with a smile.

The supervisor twisted his wine glass, and took a leisurely sip.

"Dafeng's national strength has weakened so far, how much strength do you still have?" Saren Agu sat down at the table.

The supervisor sneered and said, "Warlocks use their brains, but warriors only know how to use brute force."

While talking, a chessboard appeared on the table.

"Let's go to the next round."

"Winning or losing by chess?"

The supervisor said indifferently: "No, after this round is over, the matter is also over."

PS: I will write this plot slowly, please don't rush, if you write quickly, it will not be good. Speed ​​and quality are inversely proportional. I hope you don't rush.