The Path Toward Heaven

The array in the royal palace suddenly gave rise to induction, and countless lines shone with the stars, falling like a virtual palace, pressing against Xin Haichen.

Xin Haichen was the most important figure in the imperial court. Of course, he knew the power of this formation. He moaned, and the soft armor hidden in his clothes suddenly increased, turning into a huge puppet, blocking the virtual palace.

Only countless dense sounds were heard, and the maggot collapsed in an instant, but it took some time for Xin Haichen.

With his sword out of his arms, he was about to chop Jing Yao into two sections.

Hu Guifei stood in the side hall, looking at the picture there, her face pale, she could not show her tail so much, but was stopped by one hand.

It just sounded softly.

Xin Haichen's long-awaited blade finally fell, but it did not fall on Jing Yao's body, but on a white coat.

The white coat cut a shallow opening with this knife.

Jing Jiu did not know when he came to the field.

He reached for Xin Haichen's throat and lifted it into the air.

Xin Haichen sent a melancholy and angry howl, a breath of breath, and his hands were like a fan, and he had to smash the other person's head. He had been practicing in the northern part of the snow country for many years. How can you let yourself be lifted up like a chick!

Jing Jiu did not evade and let the other's hand fall.

Just listening to the loud noise, echoing in the hall.

Xin Haichen's hand fell on Jing Jiu's face without leaving any traces.

Jing Jiu's right hand burst into a spark with this man's neck.

Glitter.

Xin Haichen's hands fell weakly.

Immediately afterwards, his head fell off, he jumped twice on the ground, and then rolled out far.

Jing Jiu retracted his right hand, caught the falling hair rope in the air, tied his black hair behind him, walked among the ministers, and came outside the hall.

The first morning light appeared in the east, and fell on his face with great clarity.

Countless depressing exclaims sounded.

Ministers have guessed his identity, many people have already bowed down, or called the master, or Jingyang real person.

Many others remained still, standing still, watching him with alert or frightened eyes.

Bai Zhenren's voice floated from Ying Tianmen more than ten miles away.

"According to the rules of the Meihui, Qingshan Sect must not intervene in the affairs of the royal family, even if you are really Jingyang, not to mention you may only be a sword demon."

The ministers thought to themselves, even if Jing Jiu was the head of Qingshan or even Jingyang, how could he interfere with the inheritance of the throne?

Of course, according to human laws and regulations, there is no reason for the state to interfere, but the practice community and the Chaotian continent ultimately implement the rules of the Meihui.

Jing Jiu ignored both Bai Zhenren and these ministers and said directly, "Read the widow."

The words fell, and Lu Guogong stepped out of the minister and looked at a lot older than usual.

Seeing him, the ministers were a bit surprised, and felt that in reason, His Majesty's most trusted minister was him, and the widow was also natural in his hands.

Lu Guogong took out his widow and read it out, and a little husky voice echoed in the quiet palace.

The content of the first half of the widow is normal.

As expected by the world, His Majesty the God Emperor is located in the Crown Prince Jingyao, and Lu Guogong and Cen Zai are equal ministers.

Gu Qing was entrusted with a heavy responsibility in the widow and finally became a true emperor, which is also expected.

But when the widow was read to the end, people knew that the most important thing was here.

Jingyang Real Supervision!

What is even more shocking is that His Majesty's widow wrote not Jingyang's real person, but ... Huangshu Jingyang!

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Countless shocked eyes fell on Jing Jiu.

If he is a real person from Jingyang, is he still the uncle of His Majesty the Emperor?

Jingyang real people have such a close relationship with the royal family? Why has no one known the rising continent for hundreds of years?

Yes, everyone knows it's a scene.

Scenery scenery, scenery scenery, Tongying scenery, King Huang scenery, Jingyang scenery.

However ... there are so many people in the world with a surname of Jing, why is that the word of Jing?

The temple was quiet and no one spoke.

People looked at the white man in shock in front of the palace, only to understand why Her Majesty the Emperor would be so close to the Aoyama Sect these years. Some ministers even think about it a bit longer. At the May Fair six hundred years ago, Qingshan Sect completely gave up its influence in the Chaoge City to win support from the Zhongzhou faction. Is this also related to this?

Jingyang real people are the elders of the royal family, so how can the Zhongzhou faction fundamentally control the court?

Jing Yao stood not far from the throne and listened to his father's widow. After a short while, he woke up to God, subconsciously glanced at the side hall, and saw his mother nodded, and she became more awake, facing Jingjiu. To bow down: "Grandson meets Uncle Huang!"

Jing Jiu did not turn back and said, "Sit in your place."

The position of His Majesty the Emperor is naturally the throne.

Taking a deep breath, Jing Yao took his sabre around his waist and walked towards the throne. His face was no longer pale, and his expression was more determined.

After many years, the ministers and military commanders who supported the Zhongzhou faction and Jing Xin in the court were still in the minority. Even at this time, the sound of Lu Guogong reading the widow was still lingering on the beam. Many people still stood up and prepared to stop it .

Even two generals and several guards were prepared to imitate Xin Haichen's commander. Even if they risked the repression of the imperial city, Jing Yao would be killed here.

Prime Minister Cen and the courtiers who were about to execute the widow of the emperor were so angry that they had to be ready to shoot.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the temple, looking at Ying Tianmen in the distance, without movement.

Snorted.

Jing Yao's right hand on the hilt of the sword was bounced open, and the sword broke through the sheath!

An extremely cold sword light illuminated the dim palace!

Accompanied by a slight but terrifying cutting sound, the sword light traveled in the temple at an unimaginable speed. It could not be seen by the naked eye, only one arc after another!

Rubbing rubbing, the generals and guards stopped in place, then traces like spider webs appeared on their bodies, and finally became blood clots on the ground!

That cold Jianguang suddenly disappeared.

Just heard another murmur.

The sword had returned to the scabbard of Jing Yao's waist.

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Just moments later, those generals and guards with misbehaving and amazing combat strength turned into pieces of meat on the ground.

Looking at the blood that was gradually immersed, some ministers turned back in horror, some ministers thoughtfully, and more people looked directly at Jingjiu.

Everyone knows that the sword came from the scabbard of Prince Jing Yao's waist, but the real sword maker was him!

What kind of sword was that? It was so horrible, killing it invisible, and it was innocent, as if it were inhuman.

And even if that sword ranks higher, what kind of realm does the swordsman need to kill so many powerful people instantly?

The whole practice world and even the upper society of the heavenly continent know that Jing Jiu is the youngest sea breaking powerhouse in the history of practice. The question is, is there such a powerful initial sea breaking state?

Even if you really are Jingyang real person ... When Jingyang real person breaks the sea, it is impossible to be so powerful!

"This is the first son sword of the South Trend?" Bai Zhenren's voice floated from Ying Tianmen more than ten miles away.

Jingjiu corrected: "This is my first son sword."

Countless years ago, when a real man from Daoyuan dying, he used the Qingshan sword array to chop the Daoshu in the south, seized the sword of the first son, and gave it to his favorite apprentice Sun Jingyang.

Since then, Hatsuko Sword has been in Jingyang's hands.

More than 600 years ago, he used this sword when he killed the Quartet in the mountains with Taiping, Liu Ci, Yuan Qi Whale, and dead dogs and demon chickens.

When he and Taiping destroyed the Xuanyin ancestor altar, he still used this sword.

Until more than three hundred years ago, the former **** emperor faked his death and entered Guocheng Temple as a monk. The **** emperor reluctantly succeeded him. In order to appease his nephew, he gave him the first sword as a gift.

Three hundred years later, the Emperor God lent his first-born sword to Zhao Layue, killed Luo Huainan, and was buried under a tree by Liu at the age of ten, which indirectly led to the death of Sun Wangxi and the destruction of Yuntai.

Later, the first sword was transferred to the Xihai Sword School in the winter, which led to the destruction of the Xihai Sword School.

In the end the sword returned to Qingshan and returned to Jing Jiu's hands.

In the past few years, Emperor Jingyao had set Jingyao as his prince. He took the first sword as a gift and sent it to the palace again.

Hatsuko Sword's experience is extremely bizarre. I don't know how many hands have been changed in the past millennium, and those who have owned him and the denominations have no good end in the end, looking rather ominous.

Jing Jiu didn't think so, because those who were unlucky were his enemies, and just like he said to Bai Zhenren.

This was originally his sword.

Even the longest sword he used.

So today in the battle for the throne in Chaoge City, his first sword is the first sword.

You will see blood when you are out of the sword.

See you too.

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Jing Yao came to the throne, and no one could stop him from sitting down.

Instead of sitting down, he looked at Jing Jiu at the gate of the temple.

Jing Jiu took two steps outside the hall, sat down on the steps, and rested his right hand on his knee. His posture was casual, like fishing on the water's edge.

A few days ago, he sat and talked with the nephew of the Emperor, and he used the same posture.

Jing Yao looked at the scene, his eyes were slightly wet, he sucked his nose, and sat on the throne.

With such a simple sitting, his whole breath suddenly changed from before, not more sacred and more majestic, but more calm and firm.

Headed by Lu Guogong, many ministers and generals knelt down to the ground and live long.

Other ministers stood silently, without movement or speaking.

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The square in front of the main hall was already extremely wide. After the opening of the Imperial City, there was a sense of immortality. The line of sight couldn't see the edges, as if it were a few dozen miles wide.

There was no one in such a wide and open square, only a green curtain coupe was standing there alone.

The morning clouds gradually thickened outside the imperial city, and the morning glow gradually became clear. More than ten cloud ships became clearer and more sacred.

Yi Maozhai's bitter boat is a little farther away.

Chaoge City is quiet.

In the sky outside the city, I don't know how many denominations and strong men are coming.

Jing Jiu sat on the stone steps and watched all this quietly.

Then came the real person.

This time, he didn't get up to meet him.

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