In the palace, Yue Tongshan, the captain of the military guard, looked up at the sky with a puzzled face: "What's going on? Why did the Golden Dragon of Fortune suddenly move?"
A trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "The prime minister and the envoy Su have both left. If something happens at this time, it will be troublesome."
"Boom." The Fortune Golden Dragon's momentum skyrocketed, and its figure became more solid, and the pair of dragon eyes also had a slight spirituality.
It roared up to the sky, holding a conferred god list exuding dazzling golden light in its mouth, and a huge tourmaline seal appeared on the dragon's claws.
"The Ranking of the Gods and the Seal of the Suppression of the National Fate?!" In the Taiwei's Mansion, Master Bai looked at the Jinlong Qiyun in surprise, and all kinds of guesses in his mind turned sharply.
"Roar!" Qi Luck Jinlong roared loudly, slamming into a boundless Qi Luck scattered into the sea of clouds.
In a matter of seconds, a golden dragon with a size of 30 feet drilled out of the sea of clouds of luck.
After the golden dragon circled around the seal, he bumped into the list of gods against the seal.
The golden light on the Conferred God List suddenly burst, stabbing people's eyes.
When the light disappeared, Fengshenbang and Yuxi sank into the sea of clouds.
The sea of clouds has been tumbling for a long time, and the small golden dragons of luck reappeared, quickly flew back to all parts of the country, and stopped in the sky above the city government offices and remained silent.
Outside the doctor's palace, Yu Su's eyes flashed with surprise.
If he is not mistaken, the last place where the Conferred God List shines is the Crown Princess Rong Ya.
He frowned. His Majesty suddenly mobilized his luck and brought it into the place of the Crown Princess. Could it be that something happened to the Crown Princess? !
In Xiaoqianjie, Rong Xian looked at her disintegrating body and rubbed her temples that were swollen with pain, her eyes full of annoyance.
She didn't expect that the cost of disturbing the heavens would be so great that she exhausted her luck and almost hurt her soul.
The demon cultivator besieged Yuxiaomen. Her apparent purpose was to exterminate the Yu clan, but she actually wanted to find out the person who was hiding in the dark and still had the idea of an artifact.
She hadn't forgotten that some people had been looking for Venerable Lord Xixin when they were in Shiqiaojian three years ago.
And the purpose of looking for the Lord of the Heart is always only one, the artifact.
Although the mysterious force has been eradicated, there is no way that he will be able to hide himself wisely.
Rong Xian knew that she might be thinking too much, but she would rather think more, even if this action was just unnecessary, anyway, she has done a lot of things to control the situation and turn things around, and it's not bad.
Before leaving Xiao Qianjie, she must give this matter.
She didn't care if anyone could see through the fact that she was behind the magic cultivator, she didn't hide her traces too much.
But one thing she cared about was the existence of the Lord.
Venerable Master Xi Xin had died sixteen years ago, and Rong Xian was still alive.
Rong Xian can be the successor of Xixinzunzhu, a relative, and a stakeholder of mutual benefit, and can even replace the existence of Xixinzunzun, but she must not be Xixinzunzun.
Therefore, stirring the heavenly secret is an inevitable thing to do.
Rong Xian's eyes were as deep as the sea, and under the calm there was a turbulent undercurrent.
Looking at the lower half of her body that had disappeared, Rong Xian opened her mouth just as she was about to say something, when a huge air fortune penetrated through the heavy space and merged with her body.
But in an instant, Rong Xian sensed the power that filled his body.
She looked down at herself, her figure recovered, and all the discomfort in her soul disappeared.
Rong Xian's eyes were so complicated that she didn't even have to think to know who helped her.
It is the emperor who is high above the nine heavens!
There was a warm current in her heart, her expression was warm and soft, the corners of her mouth moved lightly, and she said unconsciously in silent words: Thank you.
In the distant palace, the silent emperor seemed to have heard her voice. His pale lips were extremely unskilled in a shallow arc, and his eyes, like the dark night when the snow fell, reflected a stern expression. Winter sparse star-like brilliance, pleasant and comfortable.
In Xiaoqianjie, in just a day's time, the story of the Demon Gate surrounding Yuxiao Gate is known all over the world.
The people of the right way are puzzled. For the past three years, the magic door has been shrinking. What is the stimulus now, why did it suddenly happen? !
No matter what it is, they will take this opportunity to eradicate the evil tumor of Demon Sect, and make the world clear and clear.
But the news that came later made them stunned. This time, it was not only the magic door that was dispatched, but also many reclusive old demons and demons who came out. They were stationed in groups around Yuxiaomen. , He didn't kill anyone when he saw them, but politely invited them back.
Of course, if you have to enter Yuxiaomen, they will not stop you, but if you want to come out again, it is unlikely.
But if someone pushes their nose on their face, they will let that person get to know the magic cultivator called 'moody'.
On Xuanhua Mountain, Yangming knelt in front of the real person of Tsinghua and asked for orders: "Master, please let your disciples go, the Demon Gate has been hidden before, and everyone can't find their traces. At the next opportunity, the disciple must find the body of the little sister and the little sister."
Yang Ming felt a pain in his heart as he spoke. The younger sister died tragically, and she didn't even leave her body after her death. She was carrying the blood of the Sword Emperor.
He must kill all those demon cultivators so that the little sister can rest in peace in the spirit of heaven.
Tsinghua looked at the stubborn big apprentice, sighed and said, "It's not that I don't let you go, but there must be something strange about this matter. The cultivators of the right way have already sent invitations to form an alliance to fight against demons. I'll go, and I'll take you with me when the time comes."
Yang Ming's expression was overjoyed: "Yes, disciple, thank you Master."
In Ziwei City, after Yun Youfeng received the news, he held a big sword and fought fiercely in the city for an hour. Finally, he changed into the city lord's mansion, put on his strong military uniform, and headed towards Yuxiaomen.
The Lu family, the legendary ancestor of the Lu family who has lived the longest and has the highest cultivation base, looked at the silent junior in front of him with a headache, and he persuaded bitterly: "Yuaner, this time the demon's action is unusual, the old man who appeared inside. Any monster that you take out is stronger and older than my ancestor. You will undoubtedly die if you go there. Isn't it good to stay in the Lu family? The ancestor taught you a set of boxing techniques. There's nothing you can do about it."
"How long does it take to learn?" Lu Yuan asked blankly.
The old group Lu replied firmly: "Three hundred years."
Lu Yuan turned his head and walked away, his footsteps stopped, completely inaudible to the shouts of his ancestors.
The ancestors of the Lu family, who were jumping in the back, scolded angrily: "The children and grandchildren are not filial, the children and grandchildren are not filial."
But his unfilial sons and grandsons have already gone towards the sect.
It's not that Lu Yuan doesn't understand the worries of his ancestors about him, but Yuxiaomen is his division, and there are his teachers and brothers.
Rong Xian: Come on, pretend, you have a lot of time anyway, get up and hi ()
(End of this chapter)