Stealing The Heavens

Chapter 70—Blood

The thunder roared, the electric snake danced wildly, and the rainstorm fell wildly. The drainage system in Batu is doing very well, so there is no water on the street.

The brigade's people marched on the streets, there were soldiers of the city defense army, and also the subordinates of the patrol division, and even the people of the National Ancestral House brought by Xuan Xuan. Along the main road on the central line of the capital, the group quickly came to the front of the palace of the Great Yan Dynasty.

There is a sacred sacred door called the door, the Dayan Palace is up to 12 feet thick and the six-foot thick palace door slowly opens, revealing the dark lacquer behind the road. The walls on both sides of the ramp are twenty-one feet high. The width of the ramp is only two feet and four feet. Walking in the ramp, watching the sky with lightning and thunder on the top of the head, gives a very chilling and heavy sense of extreme depression.

Every 30 feet, a bridge is placed across the walls on both sides of the ramp. This is not only convenient for the soldiers on both sides of the wall, but also an extremely powerful defense. As long as a team of bows and hands are placed on the bridge, and the soldiers on both sides of the city can be matched, the people in the ramp can be hit with no angles at all angles.

The hoofs burst into flames, and the repressed atmosphere became more and more intense. Following the ramp, I walked seven miles, and through a thick alloy palace gate, the front was suddenly open, revealing a majestic palace complex. On the thick pyramid-shaped stone platform, the layered layers of the palace are stacked in layers of black and black. From the bottom up, the palace has nine floors.

The tallest palace, nearly a hundred feet from the ground, the dark clouds almost close to the roofs of the palaces, lightning is almost spurred down the black glazed tiles on the palace. The palaces are like being built in the sky. They are looming in the dark clouds and thunder, and they are extraordinarily mysterious.

This group of palaces, just do not see what you see, the width of things is about five miles. The nine-story palace is higher than the Baizhang from the bottom up. Is there not a 20,000-square-foot pavilion? Although the style of the palace is monotonous, it is basically a format of the three, six, and nine open rooms in the mold to match the high-rise roof, but with so many buildings together, the weather is still difficult to describe in words.

Entering the innate realm, the spiritual knowledge of the warriors is more than a hundred times sharper than the ordinary warriors. In addition, before and after the integration of a lot of soul particles, so that his soul has been greatly enhanced several times, his spiritual knowledge can basically be compared with the real congenital fetal level.

In the palaces in front of you, there are countless murderous murderous looms. Don't be clear and aware that in this large palace, are you afraid of hiding tens of thousands of elite players? Among them, the peak of the day after the peak level of more than a thousand people, the innate breath of a hundred people, including some subtle and unpredictable atmosphere hidden, do not dare to blame the existence of that realm.

A water-throwing lightning flashed from the dark clouds, and a singer sang a statue of a golden man standing on the square in front of the palace.

In front of the main hall of the Great Yan Dynasty, it is a square with a length of about five miles. On this nearly square square, there are eight rows, eight columns, sixty-four statues of metal statues with a height of ten feet. The statues are all the same in style, all of them are majestic warriors with heavy swords and long swords.

The lightning flashed on one of the golden men, and the violent current rushed through the statue, causing the statue to spurt the blue light. Huge power rushed through the statue, stimulating the surface of the statue with hundreds of slap-sized symbols and runes. The translucent blue rune whirls back on the surface of the statue, and the suffocating and powerful atmosphere spreads faintly around.

A strong and powerful ban. Don't take a sip of cold air and take a cautious look at these metal statues.

Under the leadership of Xuan Xuan, the brigade bypassed the palace group in front, and went straight from the side of the road to the back garden of the Great Yan Dynasty. Here, don't see the core of the Great Yan Dynasty in the true sense.

A small piece of grass on a few acres of green grass, a few long and sturdy old pine trees. In the middle of the grass, it is a huts made of wood, covered with thatch, and more than ten feet long. In this hut, there are eight smaller rooms in a nine-square shape.

The huts in the middle are much simpler, and the eight rooms outside are just fine. Although the shape is the simple route to walk, but at least the masonry structure, covered with glazed tiles, at least do not have to worry about a strong wind to take the house away.

A flash of lightning smashed through the light of the lightning, not to see a plaque hanging on the middle of the hut, the above is the word 'Yan Feitian'. I don't know who wrote these three words, the strokes are sharp, and the pens are skyrocketing. It seems that there is really a rare bird on the ground, and it is ready to rush for nine days by the wind of the heavens and the earth.

The lightning flashed through the road, and the three characters of the light blue Yan Feitian flashed over and over again in front of everyone. Don't wait for enough people to stand up, other people who are weaker, as long as they look at the three characters for a long time, they are trembling and standing unsteadily, and many people are falling on the ground.

Xuan Xuan supported an umbrella with a ragged hole everywhere, standing in front of the hut and looking at the three characters on the forehead.

"More than two thousand years ago, I was the ancestor of the Great Yan, here, together with many people and people, a piece of wood, a piece of grass, set up this chamber. Two thousand years later, we have hundreds of millions in the Great Yan Dynasty. The people, with countless cities and towns, have the boundless territories, and this is still the heart of the true national dynasty of the Great Yan Dynasty!"

Yan Xuan slowly said to the one with a little fanaticism, a little religious worship, to the wind, and even to the iron moon dance. Not only him, but Yan Yanhui, Yan not returning, etc., looking at this rough thatched cottage, the body is also quite straight, the face is more than a sacred and solemn.

More than two thousand years ago, Yanhuang Yandan brought dozens of guests and tens of thousands of people, and built the first rough thatched cottage here. They used this as a starting point, a blue road, a piece of wood, a fine grass. Established the big Yan Dynasty today. As his people, as his descendants of the shackles, Xuan Xuan temporarily forgot the gold and silver jewels of his mind in such a place as the religious shrine.

Here, it is the forum hall of Yandan more than 2,000 years ago. It is also the residence of the National Ancestral House, which was used to deal with various matters related to the clan and the vassal state.

Qin Qingshui suddenly broke the atmosphere of this almost ritual ceremony: "Hey Xuan Gong, you are busy with you, Shimizu **** here, the rest of the matter can be ignored. The sacrifice of the protagonist Tuoba Qingye was killed, later Please ask Xuan Gong to give a clear explanation to Qingshui."

Coldly snorted, Yu Xuan swept Qin Qingshui, and waved his hand.

Qin Qingshui looked deep into the wind and did not look at it. He also snorted and led a large group of people behind him to quickly walk away. Tonight's things are not completely understood, at least the assassination of the scene, he still needs to go to the town to deal with.

Yan Yan returned to laugh out loudly: "Hey, Yucheng is not the ruler of our West Wind Guardian. Hey, things have nothing to do with us. We just come to see the fun. Hey, Lu Chengfeng, you haven't confirmed yet. Identity, Lao Tzu calls you a few sons! Haha, haha!"

Yan Yan laughed back very proudly. Yan’s face was incomparably eccentric. He just looked up and down and took a sigh. Do not squat toward Yan Yan, nodded and smiled, Yan did not return is a weak and unable to return to a smile, once again with that weird look to look at the wind.

Under the leadership of Xuan Xuan, everyone put on the clean and soft sandals prepared here, walked into the hut, and sat down on the mats that were also woven with fine grass.

Not long after, there were intensive footsteps outside the huts, and one old man of similar age and ambition came here. They changed their sandals silently, walked into the hut, and sat down on the left and right sides of Xuan Xuan.

Da Yan Chao Guo Zongfu, there is a national ancestor, is Yan Xing Gong Yan Xuan Xuan. In addition, there are forty-eight of the old people, all of whom are the same as the ancestral ancestors of the Dayan Dynasty. There are also several wealthy families from Jing, Gao, Tian, ​​Le, and Qin. Foreigner. The National Ancestral House, which they formed, basically made a statement about the affairs of the Da Yan Dynasty patriarchal and vassal states.

A little introduction to the identity of Lu Chengfeng, Xuan Xuan immediately urged everyone on the scene to follow the Yan Law, the process of 'blood drop returning to the family'.

Yan Le Gong Yan has left a rich legacy, which is a dazzling legacy. For those things that Yan did not leave, Guo Zongfu did not handle it properly, and maybe it would cause much trouble. Therefore, the National Ancestral House simply introduced a clause that was swallowed up. As long as it was a child who was left behind by Yan, regardless of his origins, the first one to rush to the capital was his heir.

Many of the old people present are the passers of this clause. Therefore, although they are so different, why Xuan Zhong summoned them to the National Ancestral House in the middle of the night, but since Yan Zi’s sons have been coming to the door, it is inevitable that they will work overtime overnight. If you don't give Lu Chengfeng a blood test now, if there is another illegitimate child who is not awkward, isn't it a big trouble?

No one raised an objection. According to the pre-agreed process, under the supervision of all the old people, Yan Xuan opened a secret door in the underground of the National Ancestral House. From a secret room with numerous prohibitions, he took out a transparent white crystal. Made test tube.

In the test tube, there is a half tube using a medicinal preparation made of swallowed flesh and blood essence.

Under the close surveillance of forty-eight old people and Yu Xuan, plus the squadrons of Yanhua and Yan Bugui, Lu Chengfeng showed his arm and cautiously cut a knife on the wrist. Three drops of blood were dropped into the test tube.

The reddish potion in the test tube suddenly turned into a dark cyan color, and then released a dazzling golden glare.

Xuan Xuan suddenly jumped up and slaps his hand hard: "It became, this county... This is the title of Yan Legong and Zuo Guozheng, and there is a master!"

The other veteran old people also laughed and laughed: "It is the child of Mrs. Rongyang. This young professor is not a problem. It is also the son of the family, just inherited the title of Yan Legong!"

The words of these old countries are also very clear. Lu Chengfeng is a child of the family background, so he inherits everything that Yan does not want, they have no opinion. If the first Yan Yan who came to Yucheng was born with a grass root, maybe it will change.

Then again, how can Yan knows that Yan’s illegitimate child, born of ordinary women, knows that Yan is not killed?

The blood is returned to the home, the blood is light green, and the golden glare is placed, which proves that Lu Chengfeng is indeed the biological son of Yan.

Yan Yan’s face suddenly changed color, and he tangled for a while, and this came up to Luan’s ecstasy.

"The 12th generation Sun Yan of the Great Yanzong Room returned, and I have seen the Lord Yan Legong of this ancestor!"

Yan Yan looked back and looked at the strange, screaming, and his lips moved silently and said a word silently.

"The 18th generation ancestors!"