The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 741 The Eve of Martial Saint!

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A few months ago, in the spring of the thirty-first year of Qianheng, in the capital of the gods, it was extremely lively, and a tidal wave of people flocked to the Temple of Heaven.

Hundreds of officials crowded together, accompanied by the sound of bells and drums, the sound of salutes, and the prince in dragon robes walked slowly.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live, long live!"

"My emperor..."

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Accompanied by cheers and kowtows like the mountains and tsunamis, the ceremony of sacrificing the heavens ended. Under the attention of all the people, the new emperor succeeded to the throne and changed his name to 'Yonghe'.

The enthronement ceremony was very cumbersome, but Xue Dilong was not impatient at all, feeling the cheers and kowtows from all around him, and with a pair of eyes, he looked up at the Temple of Heaven.

Some things, even if you have achieved reality, you still need to be famous in order to achieve Consummation.

For example, at this moment.

Emperor Qianheng has been in captivity for more than half a year. In the past six months, the two have swept away the masters and officials.

But until this moment, he really saw the gathering of luck.

hum!

Only a few people could see that on the altar of the day, the clouds were like the sea, and a golden dragon of luck was flying in the middle, stretching its wings and claws, and sending out the sound of dragon roars in all directions.

Luck comes from people.

A simple individual, no matter how strong the luck is, can't compare with the established dynasty.

Because, the luck of the dynasty is originally drawn from all the people in the world, and all the people surrender, hand in life and death, and then the luck will flow up, and only then will there be such a true dragon.

Therefore, when a dynasty is at its peak, Qi fortune is at its peak, and when a dynasty declines, gas fortune declines.

In the final analysis, it is still up to the people.

At this time, the divine dragon of luck in the sea of ​​clouds was less than one-seventh of what it was when the dynasty was at its peak. Although it still had the shape of a dragon, it looked weak and thin.

At the same time, black qi came from all directions, binding its minions, hands and feet, but this is the hidden dragon in the world, who has disapproval.

In addition, this dragon lacks eyes, but Zhang Yuanzhu borrowed it at the beginning of the founding of the country.

One of them is used to refine magic tools, and the other is used to suppress the Liansheng Sect...

The consequence is that the emperors of his younger generation are often faint, and it is very easy to listen to the ministers and be deceived.

"It's a simple year, Yonghe..."

Xue Dilong burst into laughter, but he didn't look at the new emperor, who was so detached from himself. Instead, he took a deep breath and felt the gathering of luck.

The road to Fulong is very difficult, and at this moment, it is naturally the time of harvest.

With the luck of a country, the way to raise one person is the beauty of Fulongting. With this amount of qi, his Taoism can become a great success.

hold head high!

However, at this moment, his heart suddenly trembled, and he heard an extremely mournful whine.

This sound originated from the golden dragon of luck circling on the Temple of Heaven.

"Um?!"

Xue Dilong's pupils shrank.

Just above the sea of ​​clouds, the dragon roared sternly, the golden dragon of luck kept whining, and black blood flowed from its right eye.

"This is, backlash?!"

Xue Dilong's expression changed suddenly, and he didn't even look at the new emperor who suddenly fell on the Temple of Heaven, but looked at him with extreme eyes.

Along the black blood, his eyes seemed to drift beyond the mountains and rivers, and saw the familiar and unfamiliar Dayan Mountain.

I saw a kind old woman pacing out of the forest...

"She's out?!"

At this moment, the sun was hanging high, but Xue Dilong just broke out in a cold sweat.

It will take many days for the incident to change, but the change of luck may only be instantaneous.

He looked intently, but felt that the moment the old lady came out of the mountain, the qi that spread all over the place all plummeted.

And the first to bear the brunt is the Northwest Road!

The gathering place of Qi Luck in the Northwest Dao, which used to be as bright as fire and burning clouds, and which I couldn't even spy on, was now shrouded in thick black.

Seeing this, Xue Dilong's heart remained solemn, but he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In the past few years, the Northwest Road Rebellion has become a serious concern for his confidants. The mud legs of Qingzhou are so outrageous that they have a bit of Zhang Yuanzhu's aura back then.

Good thing...

"That mud leg's anger is about to run out..."

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How difficult is it to help the building that is about to collapse?

When the few months in the book became a reality, Wang Muzhi really felt the indescribable pressure.

"The world is the same force when transported, the hero is not free when transported..."

Putting down the file, Wang Muzhi couldn't help shaking his head.

This sentence, used in individuals, is very accurate, and used in the court, the same is true.

With his help, it was not difficult for Xu Wenji to clean the temples. With the 200,000 Imperial Guards and the Shence Army in hand, they were enough to defend against the army of King Youhan of the Golden Horde.

But when people are scattered, it is difficult to condense.

Qianheng was captured, and the ministers had their own thoughts, and as the new emperor of the court was about to ascend the throne, it became more and more difficult to integrate all kinds of thoughts.

Iron-fisted repression is okay for a while, but it is not sustainable in the end.

In the final analysis, the ministers who accompanied them and the leaders of the Shence Army were mostly from the great clans of Wanlong Road and Jiangnan Road, and they had no interest in defending against the barbarians here.

"After the battle in Suidong last year, the Hu army retreated temporarily. It is suspected to be related to the Seven Killing Kings..."

Qiu Zhanyu reported in a deep voice.

His body was full of blood, and it was obvious that he had just come down from the battlefield.

"Seven kills, seven kills..."

Wang Muzhi rubbed his temple lightly, but his heart was bright.

The so-called King of Seven Kills, I am afraid that he saw it in the dark, the commander of the Hu people.

It was this person who led the Hu people to break through the border, wash the Central Plains with blood, and finally won the artifact...

It is a pity that he saw only a small glimpse of that year, and he could not see the future again for many years after that.

"What about the teacher?"

"The old man just fell asleep. He was really tired and tired. This is not something that medicine can make up for..."

Qiu Zhanyu replied:

"teacher……"

Wang Muzhi sighed in his heart, but he had no choice but to turn his back:

"After the war, the Hu people temporarily retreated, but it was peaceful for a few years. However, after the war was over, there were more problems..."

"Yes, after this war, many generals of the Shence Army have written letters to return to the capital. If it is not suppressed by the iron blood of the county master, I am afraid that the military will be in chaos."

Qiu Zhanyu couldn't help but sigh.

After years of wars, Long Yuandao suffered heavy losses. Including Long Yuanwei, there were less than 200,000 soldiers capable of fighting.

With this amount of troops, it is reluctant to defend the three frontiers together.

If the imperial court's forbidden army, especially the Shence army, withdraws, I am afraid that the war will resume in the future, and there will be no resistance...

"These banned soldiers are mostly from Wanlongdao families, how could they be willing to sacrifice their lives for mud legs?"

Pushing the door open, it was already late at night. Wang Muzhi was pacing in the small courtyard. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Mr. Wang?"

Qiu Zhanyu was keenly aware that something was wrong, and as soon as he chased him out, he saw Wang Muzhi disappear, and he left in a hurry, he didn't even have time to explain.

boom!

In Longyuan City in the middle of the night, there was an explosion of air, and Wang Muyi stepped out, breaking the air current, and came to the Wanxiang Mountain.

Just saw a white light shot out from under the big rock that had been sitting cross-legged all the year round, and shot straight into the sky!

"The ban on sloppy Taoists has been broken!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Muzhi's heart sank as if he had been pressed against a big rock, even though he had already prepared for it on the way here.

For more than 20 years in Wanxiang Mountain, he was preparing for the promotion of the ten capitals, and he was also monitoring the ban.

This is the promise he made when he got the things left by the sloppy Taoists in Wanxiang Mountain.

"That old witch..."

With a trembling in his heart, Wang Muzhi stepped into Wanxiang Mountain, spread out his five fingers, grabbed a ray of white light, and already used his magical power of 'splitting light into shadows'.

After being promoted to the ten capitals, he was baptized by the law, and the four magical powers he possessed all broke through to the third level.

As the natal supernatural power, the progress of spectroscopic shadowing is naturally greater.

His magical power, starting from the first level, can differentiate all kinds of mysteries from 'light'.

Now that he has entered the triple realm, it is even more mysterious.

In an instant, in Wang Muzhi's mind, the Dayan Mountain, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles, has emerged.

And traced the source of this light, saw the figure stepping out of the mountain forest, and even saw the earlier person...

That is? !

In the gloomy mountain forest, a thunderbolt seemed to pass, and Wang Muzhi's pupils shrank violently for a moment.

I saw a clay statue of a god, and opened his eyes like a human, it was more like seeing himself from a distance away from the void.

"puff!"

The magical power was broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Wang Muzhi flicked his fingers, and couldn't stop grabbing the light spot. After a long time, he fell to the ground like a big battle.

"The statue..."

After taking the healing medicine, Wang Muzhi slowly released his palm, and strands of light gradually converged under the blessing of an invisible force.

The reason why his supernatural power was broken was that he forced himself to spy on the mystery of the idol.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, he saw the clay statue again, and at the same time, he also saw the old woman who stepped out of the mountain forest.

One person, one **** statue, three barren hills separated from each other stopped at the same time, and looked at each other from a distance.

No sound came out. Obviously, two of them already had the means to deal with this kind of supernatural power snooping.

"It was the statue that released the old witch? What is it..."

Wang Muzhi became more and more uneasy.

And under the circumstance that he was highly concentrated, and even stimulated his magical powers again, he finally captured the sporadic dialogue from it...

And that mentioned that,

"Junior Brother Yang?!"

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The world of peace and security...

In one day, Yang Yu chewed this sentence for the third time, but this time, his mood was completely different.

Twenty years of ups and downs have gone through, and he has experienced many lives and deaths. He thought that everything could be faced calmly.

But at this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he had to hold his palm tightly to suppress the burning anger and worry in his heart.

Boo!

The goshawk spread its wings vigilantly, and in the far away sea of ​​clouds, a golden eagle streaked across the sky and came towards here.

The golden eagle is the king of eagles. It is very precious. Even Wang Muzhi only has one. It is not an important pass and will not be released at all.

huh~

After taking the eagle, there was no accident on it, it was Wang Muzhi's warning and persuasion, and even he himself was on the way.

only……

Yang prison slightly straightened his clothes and stepped into the land covered by dark clouds:

"Martial Dao Dacheng, the saint among men!"

Take a break and continue coding, it won't be very early, in fact, it's only four o'clock when I wake up today...