In Jianchi, Zhiming and the white-robed swordsmen met, Zhiming pulled out a sword bone and returned it to its master.
The swordsman in white got the sword bones of the past, and his breath rose sharply, reaching the peak of the swordsmanship.
The sword intent spread all over the sky, and in front of the sword pool, two sword lights burst out of the sky, and immediately collided.
The violent shock wave swayed, and the sky above the sword pool changed color.
After one strike, knowing his fate, the swordsman in white had all his sword intentions restrained, and there was no second strike.
"Jian Er, fate, see you in heaven."
Ning Chen said something with a smile on his face, then turned around and left.
In front of the sword pool, the swordsman in white looked at the former's distant gaze, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Jian Er, he likes the name.
Outside the Sword Pond, Mu Chengxue, Butterfly, and Guigui stood there quietly and waited. Not long after, Ning Chen appeared and walked over.
"Found it? Is it him?" Mu Chengxue asked.
"Um."
Ning Chen nodded lightly and said, "After reminiscing about the old days, the old friends are still charming."
Mu Chengxue nodded and said, "Let's go."
The four then left and embarked on the road to find their old friends.
One after another, similar flowers bloomed in all parts of the world. It was unclear whether it was reincarnation or coincidence. Even a saint could not see through the three thousand red dust.
A hundred years, a thousand years, a rare quiet time, Ning Chen and Mu Chengxue have walked side by side through countless mountains and rivers, and they have seen too many vicissitudes in the world.
On a difficult mountain road, Ning Chen carried Guigui up the rugged mountain road, turned around and pulled Mu Chengxue who was following behind.
Butterfly followed at the back, pouted, emphasizing the color lightly, and the disciple lightly.
The mountain peak was halfway up, and the clouds were shrouded in mist. Looking at the beautiful scenery in the mountains, Ning Chen felt much better.
The scenery in this world is always unforgettable.
"Master, where is the senior you said, we have been looking for it for hundreds of years."
Butterfly climbed the hill with difficulty, followed the former's gaze, and asked.
"I do not know either."
Ning Chen shook his head lightly, and said, "Senior and Hades fought. I didn't see it with my own eyes, and I don't know where Senior will be now. However, since I have the means to live a hundred lives, Senior will definitely be able to come back."
In this world, the strong always have the method of longevity, but they are different.
"What about Hades?" Mu Chengxue said softly.
"Pluto."
Ning Chen was silent. After a while, he replied, "If Pluto doesn't want to die, no one can kill him. Senior's battle with him is beyond our understanding. Perhaps, at some point, Pluto will return."
"If this is the case, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle between you and him in the future." Mu Chengxue said lightly.
"Ah."
Ning Chen smiled lightly and said, "The terrible memories of that year, even I don't want to do it again."
"It turns out that Master is also afraid sometimes?" Butterfly laughed.
"Master is not a heartless monster, of course he is afraid." Ning Chen smiled.
At the same time, in the world, the unknown star of life, the thousand-year-old glorious dynasty of God, a magnificent hall sits on the nine thousand stone steps, reaching Tianting.
The dynasty of the gods has survived for thousands of years, and within a thousand years, it can be called invincible, sweeping the eight wastelands and unifying Kyushu.
In the splendid temple, the emperor took his seat, and all the officials arrived.
"The three princes have an audience!"
At this moment, a loud voice sounded outside the temple, and in the respectful eyes of all the ministers, a man in cyan robes stepped forward, wearing a python robe, representing his noble identity.
The third prince of the Divine Dynasty of Dayan, Yan Qiye, the most dazzling existence of the Divine Dynasty, is the prince most valued by the Emperor Dayan, and has made great military achievements. The position of the prince.
"Meet your father."
Yan Qi saluted at night with a calm expression.
"Be flat!"
In the main hall, the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom opened his mouth and said.
"Thank you, Father."
Yan Qiye got up and said.
"Liu Zhang, read the edict."
The Emperor of the Yan Kingdom said.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
On the side, the inner servant stepped forward, opened the canonical edict that had been prepared, and prepared to read it.
"Wait a minute!"
At this time, Yan Qiye spoke up, preventing the servant from reading the edict.
In the hall, Manchao looked at the three princes in front of him with a puzzled look on his face.
"What's the matter with Seven Nights?"
On the dragon chair, the Emperor Yan asked.
"My son, please resign to the emperor." Yan Qiye knelt down again and said calmly, "Now that Dayan has quelled all the rebellions and the Kyushu is unified, there is no need for the son to lead the army to fight, so the son wants to Resign to the father, I hope the father remembers the original promise, Kyushu Ping
Set, then let the son-in-law free. "
As soon as the words fell, the whole dynasty was shocked, and no one thought that the third prince would say this when he was crowned the prince. The throne of the Great Yan Dynasty is so noble. In the past dynasties, countless princes have fought for it. In this generation, the third prince, Wen Tao and martial arts, can be regarded as the first person in ancient times, so that other princes have no competition for the throne. chance, great
In the Yanshen Dynasty, up to the third prince, down to the people of Limin, it is clear that the crown prince is more than the third prince.
However, the third prince is leaving now, giving up the crown prince that everyone yearns for.
On the dragon chair, Emperor Dayan looked gloomy and said, "Qiye, do you know what is written in this edict?"
"My son knows."
Yan Qiye said calmly, "So, before the edict is read, my son will resign from the father. Emperor Yan can't lose his trust in others, and he can't lose his trust in his own son, right? Father, Kyushu has been pacified, let it go. Erchen, leave."
When Emperor Dayan heard the words, his expression became more and more ugly, and he said solemnly, "Is the throne of Dayan so worthless to you?"
With a smile on Yan Qiye's face, he said, "Emperor father, everyone has their own aspirations, and emperor father is a talented emperor, and everyone respects him. Besides, emperor father is in his prime, and it is too late to train a successor."
On the dragon chair, Emperor Dayan stared at his son-in-law with a gloomy face.
After a long time, Emperor Dayan showed a smile on his face and waved his hand, "If it's really as your mother said, I can't keep you, let's go, I won't force you any more in the future."
"Thank you, Father!"
Yan Qiye respectfully thanked him, then turned around and walked outside the hall.
Leaving the Central Palace, a graceful and luxurious woman walked out, looking at the only son who was far away outside the palace, and a light flashed in her eyes.
From now on, I hope he can take care of himself and have a good life.
The third prince of Dayan refused to be crowned prince and left the palace, and his unparalleled courage shocked the civil and military of the Manchu dynasty.
In front of the temple, Yan Qiye walked away, his breath became stronger and stronger, relieved his burden, his state of mind broke through, and his cultivation level also rose rapidly. Asked one day, the sword energy rushed into the sky, and in the Imperial City of Dayan, all the people saw that the sword light was vertical and horizontal in the sky above the Imperial City, which was magnificent and shocked the world.