Void Transformation

In the capital of the Northern Cold Region, in the imperial palace, in the main hall, a young man in black with a dragon pattern is sitting on the throne at the moment, holding a dusty bamboo slip in his hand, his complexion is dignified. The lord of the Northern Ming Dynasty was also pushed to the position of the Taoist monarch of the Tianhai Dao, Bei Mingchen.

At this moment, there was a voice outside the Great Hall:

"Enlighten the king! The frontier urgent report!"

"What's the matter?"

Bei Mingchen raised his head, and did not feel any dissatisfaction because the informant broke into the Great Hall without notice. Therefore, this rule has long been abolished, and if the dark guard encounters a major military incident, it can be seen directly at any time.

"The mysterious old man appears in the teleportation array, and he can cast Cultivation Base at will without being affected by formation!"

"Only so?"

Hearing the king's opening, the informant was a little at a loss, because after the Northern Ming Dynasty ruled Northern Hanzhou, there was no more cultivator to use Cultivation Base in Northern Hanzhou. Now that there is a heresy, this is already a big deal. Why is the king still calm and calm, not in a hurry?

"In that case, hold this thing to send the secret guard, you don't have to guard the palace tonight, and you don't have to return to life afterwards, and hand this thing to General Zuo."

"Yes!"

As the dark guard selected by Bei Mingchen himself, even if he has doubts about the king's order in his heart, he will never doubt it. Although it caused strong suspicion from the imperial guard when he passed down the order, seeing that he was holding a golden order, he had to act on his orders.

....

After half a day, the sky is already at night, but although the northern cold region is not comparable to the extreme north, the four seasons are the same, but there is no lack of wind and snow. In addition, now that Bei Mingchen is located, it is not the capital of the Northern Ming Dynasty, but a new capital built from the Daxue Mountain after the Northern Cold Region is unified.

Therefore, even if the sky is already at night, the road is still clearly visible under the background of the stars and heavy snow.

It's just that today's palace seems a bit empty, because today's imperial army and secret guards have already evacuated from the palace. Now Bei Mingchen was the only one left in the entire palace.

But now Bei Mingchen is still sitting on the throne, still looking at the bamboo slips in his hand. It is clear that there are not many handwritings on the bamboo slips, but he has just watched it all day, and he still has no idea.

"Leave without showing up, it's time for the king to go to bed."

At this moment, Bei Mingchen got up suddenly, a white light flashed in his hand, and the bamboo slips disappeared. But when he spoke, there was nothing in front of him, as if he was talking to himself.

But at The next moment, the space in the middle of the Great Hall was suddenly distorted. Then a Daoist shadow suddenly appeared, but an old man with white beard and hair. On the ground next to him, there was an old and a young lying, and at the moment, it was like a gossamer.

"These two incompetent disciples under the old man's school were seriously injured in Beihan Prefecture. The old man spent a lot of time reshaping their bodies."

The white-haired old man slowly made a sound, and then took a step forward, Spiritual Qi surged out from his body, but there was no sign of attacking Bei Mingchen. It seems to be telling the other party that he is in North Hanzhou, and he is not affected by the big formation, and he is declaring his own ability.

However, at The next moment, he did not expect Bei Mingchen to speak and spit out:

"Girl in purple, your Illusion Art is useless to this king."

The white-haired old man frowned slightly when he heard the words, but he directly ignored the other party's words, raised his right hand lightly, pointed at the veteran and white-haired girl on the ground, and then faded out his voice:

"The old man came today with only one purpose, which is to ask the Tianhai Dao Court to withdraw from Zhongyun Prefecture and return to the Northern Cold Region."

"Can."

Just when the white-haired old man went straight to the subject, categorically stated his own position, and then prepared to make the conditions, when he was tempted in a good manner, he suddenly heard such two words, and couldn't help being stunned. But when I changed my mind, I also figured it out, and then he said:

"If he can, the old man can satisfy you a condition that is not excessive."

Bei Mingchen originally exported the word to let the initiative of this transaction fall into his own hands. But now that the opponent has opened a bargaining chip, he will naturally not let it go easily, but one condition is actually too much.

Because whether it is fighting the North Hanzhou cultivator or attacking Zhongyunzhou, his original intention has always changed only the slightest. Perhaps in the eyes of others, he was trying to unify the five continents and end the dispute, but only he knew that what he wanted was always just one person.

"I'm looking for someone, as long as you bring this person in front of this king, Tianhai Daoyuan will disband immediately."

When Bei Mingchen spoke, he was full of courage, but the words spoken were very shocking. As the Dao Ting Daojun, he was also the lord of the Northern Ming Dynasty. He was so sloppy and decided on national affairs. If the courtiers heard about it, they would have to sacrifice their lives and remonstrate with death.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man was also a little surprised by Bei Mingchen's decision so quickly, because it was completely different from the pace of negotiations in his calculations. It seems that I skipped the process and came directly to the end.

As for disbanding the Heavenly Dao court, it was definitely not what he wanted, because he knew that Zhongyun State and even Wuzhou needed a powerful enemy that might appear at any time. If there is no such powerful enemy looking forward to it, Wuzhou will never be able to usher in peace.

Of course, he also knows that the path of practice has always been The Weak are Prey to the Strong, and the fight for resources is indispensable. But he did not hope that there would be any state wars between the five continents. If it was a little trouble, he could open one eye and close one eye.

"Go ahead, who are you looking for?"

While speaking, the white-haired old man suddenly flashed a white light on his waist, and then a jade medal was held in his hand. In an instant, a light curtain appeared in the Great Hall, covered with strange words.

But when Bei Mingchen saw this, he was not moved at all, because he had spent too much effort to find this person, and now he dared not ignite any expectations easily. Because if there is no expectation, naturally there will be no disappointment.

But when he said the name, Bei Mingchen's tone changed slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"My Uncle Wang, Bei Mingtian."

After speaking, Bei Mingchen raised his head again and looked at the person in front of him. But I saw the light curtain in the sky, which was constantly changing, and the countless words on it were also circulating rapidly. Although Bei Mingchen did not recognize the words on it, judging the length of these words, most of them were two to four characters, and he already had some guesses in his heart.

After only half a breath, the white-haired old man suddenly changed his complexion slightly. While looking towards Bei Mingchen, he hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"Are you sure it's this name?"

Just when this statement came out, the old man realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, because he could see the man in front of him and his dedication to this person, otherwise he would not abandon Tianhai Daoyuan in order to find him.

So he hurriedly continued and said:

"You don’t know. Although this old man’s jade medal is not a book of life and death, it can be clearly viewed within a thousand years, the man in the world, Samsara. If your uncle Wang is really called by this name, there are only two left. Kind of possibility.

First, your uncle Wang...or the uncle Wang you think is a great cultivator hidden in the secular world, but now, he has risen through the world and is not in the world. "

"The second one?"

Bei Mingchen frowned when he heard this, because the old man obviously didn't say the second possible plan. Today, although he seems calm, he is in a chaotic mood, and he has no intention of thinking about the old man's intentions, just wanting to know the most direct answer.

"Second, he is not a human race, so he is not in the record. The old man can take a trip to Dongyou, and maybe he can have some answers."

The reason why the old man didn't directly mention the second type was because he knew that Bei Mingchen cared about his uncle Wang extremely. But under the coercion of the other party, I had no reason to hide it, but when I said this sentence, I felt a little worried in my heart.

But at this moment, Bei Mingchen in the eyes of the white-haired old man did not react as he expected, but rather calm. It's just that the look in this child's eyes is a bit blurred, as if he's caught in some kind of memory.

The old man knew it was useless to urge, so he waited aside, not in a hurry, but he planned for the worst in his heart.

Although he was restricted by the laws of heaven and earth, unable to kill the secular emperor with dragon aura, he could bring disaster to the Northern Hanzhou, and damage the emperor's dragon aura blessing by eroding the land. It's just that, it is bound to suffocate the lives of Northern Hanzhou.

"There is another name to try."

At this moment, Bei Mingchen suddenly spoke, because in the deepest part of his memory, he remembered that Master once called the name of Uncle Master once. After that, he kept calling his uncle, never called his name, because that name was really weird.

"what name?"

Hearing the words, the white-haired old man immediately asked, because he would not commit crimes in vain as long as there was still a glimmer of hope. But at The next moment, when Bei Mingchen spit out the two characters, the white-haired old man suddenly trembled, and the jade medal in his hand was directly released.

If it hadn't reacted quickly, and immediately recalled the jade brand, I am afraid that the jade brand would have already fallen to the ground at this moment. . .

"Yuan Xiao, the Yuan of the Yuanshen, the Xiao of Yunxiao, don't get confused."

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