In the sky.
The expression of the huge demon head changed again and again, and finally, it snorted coldly, and shot out two pillars of fire from its nostrils.
In the billowing clouds, stretched out two huge hands that held up to the sky, and slowly closed them, just before the sword light completely sank between the eyebrows, they held it between the palms.
"Supernatural Power Longwei!"
Before Zhuochi, the national teacher of Mengguo, breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly discovered that the light of the sword he held in his hand turned into a flood dragon.
The dragon took off, like red thunder exploding in the sky, the hands of the vision collapsed into golden light inch by inch in the air, and then the huge demon head collapsed.
The clear sword light pierced through the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and a little spark fell from the sky, and then mixed with the clear sword light in the next moment.
Like countless magnificent fireworks in full bloom.
The people in the imperial capital had never seen such a grand scene before, and their hearts were shocked. They could no longer tell what happened.
It was just at this moment that the figure standing on the tower of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion became the god in the hearts of countless people.
"His Royal Highness, Longevity is boundless!"
Demons are dispelled.
In the crowd, a shout came from nowhere.
Afterwards, countless prayers gathered together, like waves, rushing in all directions.
…
Outside the imperial city.
Zhuochi, the national teacher of the Meng Kingdom, whose face was as pale as gold paper, fell from the sky and was seriously injured.
He expected that he might not be the young girl's match, but what he didn't expect was that the distance between the two was so huge.
He turns around.
With a strong breath of vitality, it turned into a streamer and flew towards the distance.
In mid-air, he felt his consciousness becoming more and more blurred, and his body was burning hot, as if a flame was burning.
The burnt smell entered the nasal cavity.
He stopped and stretched out his hands. The golden flames burned through the skin, pierced the flesh, and rotted through the bones like a gangrene.
Consciousness became more and more blurred, and the world slowly rotated before his eyes.
"ah!"
When he opened his mouth, he could only let out a series of roars of unknown meaning, and couldn't help falling into despair.
Just at this time.
The sound of gugu water came to my ears, one step at a time, bloody footprints, staggering across the jungle, a small stream appeared in front of my eyes.
With a grin on the corner of his mouth, he sighed that there is no unparalleled road.
I rushed towards the stream, but the flame ignited and devoured it, and my consciousness finally dissipated. At the end of my life, looking up at the sky, those blazing trees, like demons clawing at their teeth, made a crackling sound. bury it.
The legend that has been resounding for thousands of years has just fallen.
…
On the Sutra Pavilion, Jiang Zirou opened his eyes.
The flames are reflected in the pupils that are as clear as gods, and the double pupils can see through thousands of miles. She does not move, and the Mongolian national teacher has nowhere to escape.
"The old era is completely over..."
She sighed softly.
Standing on the top of the tower, overlooking the entire imperial city, all living beings are bowing down to it, singing praises from their mouths.
A sage can change the sky, exist for thousands of years, and open up mountains and seas. To ordinary people, he is no different from gods.
Especially Jiang Zirou, even among the saints, he was the strongest one deservedly.
It's just that she has always been indifferent, not interested in fame and the like, if Zhuo Chi hadn't come here rashly today, I'm afraid it will take a long time, and in the whole Great Xia, there will be only a few people who know her true cultivation.
Taking a step forward, Dao Yun flowed, and Jiang Zirou's figure disappeared in an instant.
…
Inside the Golden Temple.
The ministers who collapsed on the floor waited for the vision in the sky to dissipate slowly, and then stood up tremblingly.
Unexpectedly, Her Royal Highness the princess who hides her secrets is actually such a master... These people looked at each other, and they could see similar thoughts from each other's expressions.
On the dragon chair.
Jiang Heng looked down at these people expressionlessly.
After all, the Golden Temple is a solemn and solemn place.
These people did not dare to speak loudly, but their expressions changed from death to life, and everyone, including Jiang Heng, was not calm.
Serving beside Jiang Heng is that Eunuch Zhao.
He is also an old man who has served three generations of emperors. He has high qualifications and strength. He was originally a strong master at the peak of the master. Later, relying on the two treasures of Longmian Treasure Land and Xieyan flesh and blood, he recently successfully broke through to the realm of the Grand Master of Martial Arts.
The Eunuch Li, who had been a bachelor, was his good friend.
But a few years ago, the defendant suddenly returned home...
He wondered for a long time, and heard the wind, just saying that Eunuch Li advised the marriage, after which Long Yan was furious.
In the past, he felt that Henghuang was making a big fuss, and even felt a little uncomfortable, because he and Eunuch Li were both old people in the palace, but they were dismissed at will by the new emperor.
now think of it.
The princess that Eunuch Li was talking about...could it be Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess who is proficient in martial arts!
Thinking of this, Rao couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat at this moment because of his cultivation of nearly a hundred years.
There was silence in the Golden Luan Hall.
The emergence of martial arts saints is bound to change the pattern of the entire world. These people have already begun to think about how to follow the trend when the pattern changes in the future. At the very least, they cannot let their family be eliminated by the times.
"Your Majesty!"
A refreshing voice resounded in the Golden Luan Hall, and everyone looked over and saw walking out of the front row of the crowd in Tsing Yi.
It is the dean of Daxia College, Zhao Gou.
"What is it?"
Jiang Heng heaved a sigh of relief, leaned gently on the dragon chair, and asked.
"I petition to build the Changsheng Temple for Her Royal Highness the Princess!"
Zhao Gou said loudly.
He was one of the first to discover Jiang Zirou's cultivation, but even today, even if he was prepared in his heart, he couldn't help but fall in love with that sword.
"Longevity Temple... this thing is good!"
The courtiers who were full of thoughts came back to their senses. They were not familiar with Jiang Zirou, but for literati and warriors, leaving a name through the ages and burning incense in temples are eternal pursuits.
Yes, better than nothing!
I only hated myself for being stunned just now and not being able to react.
"Minister Qizuo! Your Royal Highness the Princess protects the people of Great Xia, and she has done immeasurable merits. When temples are built, the Great Xia's kingdom will continue, and the incense will continue!"
Among the courtiers, there were voices.
This is already a bit of a forced palace, but the people present don't care much about it.
Jiang Heng didn't seem to care, just smiled, waved lightly and said:
"Yes!"
…
Outside the imperial city.
In a dense forest about a hundred miles away.
The fire was blazing and golden, and it had already enveloped the entire mountain, and it was gradually getting out of control.
"Snapped!"
Jiang Zirou stepped on the scorched branch and snapped her fingers. The flames in the entire forest were retracted and slowly extinguished.
Come to the stream where Zhuochi fell.
The whole creek was evaporated with Zhuo Chi's body and clothes, but there was a piece of copper ingot left on the spot, even if it was burned by the Phoenix fire, it was safe and sound, and it was glowing with a faint cold light.
"What is this?"