The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　In the eighty-ninth year of the Great Xia Li, on the ninth day of September, the city of Shenjing was not peaceful, the waves were treacherous, and the waves were still unsettled.

　　 Under the heavy snowfall, all the civil and military officials in the Baidi Palace and the sect overhaul at this moment have understood that Daxia has reached the most critical turning point, so the three old, middle-aged and young people of the Zhao clan must make choices.

　　 The old queen had already made her choice in advance, she wanted to clear the obstacles for Zhao Yu before she died, and help him ascend to the throne. Now, it is the turn of the regent Queen Wu who has been in power for twelve years.

　　 The world is quiet, and even the sound of the wind and snow is far away.

　　 Aunts and nephews looked at each other for a long time, and the aura of the Qiuqiu platform one after another, colliding with each other, making a muffled sound like thunder.

The rouge girl supporting the old queen, like the dark green pupils of the tea after baking, looking at the figure standing in front of the Tianxin Stone, felt that the back of the young man had a different taste compared with the past, the same upright and handsome. But there is a touch of maturity, or sharpness!

The gentlemanly, purple-robed Taoist Palace Master’s arm was suddenly held tightly by a small hand. Chu Zhengyang turned his head and saw his daughter’s big worried eyes, begging, and he shot He patted the back of his daughter's hand, shook his head, and gently opened his mouth to say a word.

"Wait."

The Empress Wu standing between the sky is very high, so her eyes look at Zhao Yu appear vague to outsiders, the straight gaze may be looking at Zhao Yu’s eyes, or it may be staring naked. There were two bright red blood, but Zhao Yu understood that Empress Wu never looked at his eyebrows from beginning to end.

　　 The eyes of the two aunts and nephews met across the entire sky, perhaps even counting the eight heavens under the road that was difficult to cross.

It has been almost February since Zhao Yu came to this Shenjing city. He has only said a few words with Empress Wu. It was the conversation between his aunt and nephew at Zhuquemen at the dusk when he just stepped into Shenjing, and there has been no exchange since then. .

　　 But at this moment, the regent King Wu Empress, who has been looking at Zhao Yu's eyes and has not moved away, spoke to him again, and at the same time spoke to all the people in the world:

"As the regent of Great Xia, for the past twelve years, the sky is supported by me, the earth is covered by me, and the sacred position of the district, why should I be afraid, why need the help of the avenue and blood, no one can dominate my Zhao Xiu My life is my life!"

　　 There is a thunderous sound, every sentence is like thunder!

　　 scorching words resounded between the world and the earth, Empress Wu retracted his gaze, and the dark golden phoenix robe swayed incessantly. Under everyone's horrified gaze, he turned and stepped on the Nine Heavens!

　　 Under the bridge of heaven and earth, a round of moon appeared, the ninth largest avenue, the moon round the sky.

At the same time, sitting cross-legged in the air with closed eyes, under the indistinct face of the female sage of snow, an uncontrollable grunt resounded, as if she had been seriously injured, the whole person suddenly leaned forward, and her Below, in the altar filled with ice and fire, the huge goddess sculpture shattered every inch, and the infinite holy light that could no longer be suppressed burst out instantly, sweeping outwards quickly.

　　 Ten huge wings stretched out within the Holy Light, accompanied by the words of the Lord of Radiance that were indistinguishable from male and female, but with strong anger.

　　 "I am a **** worshipped by countless races. You and others dare to seal me off. I said, you all deserve to die."

The infinite holy light condenses around the Lord of Radiance, forming a huge and dazzling kingdom of God, in which countless hymns are spread, and there are endless prayers. There are different languages ​​and different races, but there is no Terran.

　　 Daxia human race, offering sacrifices to the heaven and earth, ancestors, cultivating the Taoism, but not believing in ghosts and gods!

　　 "It is not a ghost but a sacrifice, flattery."

The old lady was supported by the rouge girl and came to Zhao Yu's side, and a faint voice came out. This is the second time that Zhao Yu heard this sentence. The first time was from the master's mouth, the older generation who had had countless dealings with the empire. People are familiar with the tricks of so-called gods.

　　 But no matter what shortcut the so-called **** has taken, or has some flaws, he is always at the same level as the holy. According to the realm, it is the real land god!

　　 Therefore, the huge and majestic kingdom of God belonged to the Holy Light that just came up, and the repulsive aura immediately overwhelmed the entire White Emperor Palace, and even the bridge of heaven and earth in the sky was almost covered.

The kingdom of God worshipped by the gods forms a separate world by itself, towering sacred mountains, endless palaces, and under the clouds and fog surrounded by holy light, there are waterfalls composed entirely of the power of extreme faith, flowing from the sky under.

　　 A **** seat is located on the peak of the **** mountain, and the figure of the Lord of Radiance appears, sitting on it, looking down below.

　　 Sitting in the kingdom of God is the real God!

　　 "Thinking that I can no longer absorb the power of faith under the isolation of the avenue. It is really naive. How can the infinite belief in the kingdom of God be mere mortals to guess."

　　 Surrounded by the sound of the gods, a series of waterfalls of faith merged from above into the glorious body sitting on the throne. The latter gently raised his right hand and punched it forward. The waterfall of faith disappeared several times.

　　 Within the Kingdom of God, a golden fist was overwhelming, just like a heavy fist thrown after Skywrath. The speed is not fast, but there is nowhere to escape.

The Snow Maiden gave a soft drink, and all the falling snowflakes within ten miles of it stood still for a moment, and then shattered outwards. After the shattering, it did not fall and disappear, but the ice-blue light was released, and a big colorful colored glass city came directly. Void.

　　 Inside Liuli City, a huge statue of a goddess stands in the center, a lot higher than all the houses in the city, like a giant mountain.

　　 The plump body of the Snow Maiden landed slowly, and her feet gently stepped on the head of the statue. A thick fog of ice began to fill the entire Liuli City, and she pointed to the front as well.

　　 A blue ice crystal finger rushed out of Liuli City, facing the slowly coming golden giant fist, the two quickly approached.

　　 The scenery of the entire Baidi Palace is extremely shocking. With Empress Wu in the sky pressed by the moon wheel as the boundary, the whole world is divided into two colors.

　　 The vast kingdom of God, the golden light lingering in the holy light, and the golden fist flying in the sky.

　　 The huge city is stalwart, the colored glaze is psychedelic, and one finger is the sky-breaking ice blue.

　　 has released the gods and saints of their strongest kingdom, and they collide together without reservation.

　　 All the practitioners above the surface of the gods' capital city looked up at the sky of the White Emperor Palace in horror. The power that belonged to the highest peak in the world almost tore the blue sky above their heads.

　　 But really unmoved, his eyes are still calm, except for the regent Queen Wu who hit the ninth day, and the old lady who has no mood swings from beginning to end, and Zhao Yu's mind is starting to chatter again.

　　 "An incompleteness is a **** and an incomplete saint, what's so fuss about!"