Emperor Xia's poisoning was at stake, and the news eventually spread. In the palace, there were too many eyeliners from various forces, and it was impossible to block such a big movement.
All the forces were shocked, and even Zong Qianqiu of the Eternal Night Sect was obviously startled when he received the report, obviously not knowing why it appeared in such a change.
Everyone speculated that this was the work of the Eternal Night Sect, because if Emperor Xia died, the biggest beneficiary would be the Eternal Night Sect.
In less than four years, the throne of Daxia has reappeared in crisis. Xia Mingri's life and death are only in the twinkling of an eye, but the only prince, who has just turned three years old, is unlikely to ascend to the throne.
Daxia was in a panic, and at this time, in front of the ministers and the two dukes, Guang Luqing stood up and proposed to invite King Haowu to come out to manage the government temporarily.
As soon as the proposal came out, the Confucian officials in the court immediately agreed, saying that this was the best way.
In Zhengguang Hall, Xia Mingri, who had been in a coma for a day, suddenly woke up, his eyes were brighter than ever before, and his will was restored.
The image of returning light and returning to light was so clear that the hearts of the imperial physicians who had been waiting for him suddenly thumped.
"Pretend edict" Xia Mingri said.
"Yes." Several imperial doctors knelt down and buried their heads deeply.
Hearing that His Majesty woke up, all the ministers immediately gathered in Zhengguang Hall, waiting to be summoned.
It's just that the emperor's summons did not wait, and all he waited for was an edict.
In the depths of the palace, the heavy weapons of the state were ups and downs, and outside the mighty and majestic purple air, Xia Mingri walked step by step, the black blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, dyeing the ink dragon robe.
At the end of the emperor, the national weapon screamed and whimpered, as if saying goodbye to the person in front of him.
In the purple air, the stone gate is still closed, and those who enter have suffered life and death, and do not know what is going on outside the door.
"Emperor ancestors, try your best tomorrow, really try your best"
In front of the heavy equipment, Xia Mingri knelt down, closed his eyes slowly, tears fell silently, it was powerless, and even more unwilling.
The eldest grandson, Duke Tai Shi, and Duke Jing Wu walked quickly, looking at the figure kneeling in the purple air, their hearts felt a pain.
"Queen Mother, do you think I am a Ming Jun?" Xia Mingri said with a tired voice.
"Your Majesty is, of course, a Ming Jun. Like the ancestors of all dynasties, a well-deserved Ming Jun," the eldest grandson replied, holding back the tears in his eyes.
"On that day, the Marquis of Zhiming asked me to be a good emperor, I worked hard to do it, and I didn't break my promise."
When the words fell, Xia Mingri covered his mouth and coughed violently, and the black blood continued to overflow and drip onto the ground.
"Big brother, this throne was originally yours. Now, the tenth brother has returned it to you." The last words echoed between heaven and earth. After Shimen, the implication of bloodlines attracted Xia Ziyi, who was still suffering from life and death, and suddenly opened his eyes. , During the shock of the mind, the power body devoured itself, and the long black and white hair danced, reappearing to go crazy
Omen.
The booming vibration sounded, and Duke Taishi and Duke Jingwu changed their expressions at the same time, and said, "No!"
However, it was already too late, the huge stone gate slowly opened, and Xia Ziyi in a black royal uniform forcibly broke through the barrier, endlessly gloomy aura surging, just about to spread out, but was forced by the majestic Xia Qi fortune went back.
The next moment, a shocking scene appeared, and the blocked gray breath was drawn by the magical omens on Xia Ziyi's body, and suddenly it seemed that he had found a vent and poured into his body frantically.
Half of her dancing long hair was immediately dyed white again, but Xia Ziyi seemed to know nothing, looking at the figure kneeling in front of her, her heart hurt like a knife.
"tomorrow"
The heart-wrenching call was not heard by the kneeling people. The emperor's life has come to an end and he has no regrets in this life.
"Uh" Xia Ziyi felt a pain in her heart, she stepped forward and picked up Xia Mingri, then walked out step by step.
Eternal Night Divine Sect, in the dark abyss, a sarcophagus vibrated. Soon after, Zong Qianqiu, Xuanzhi and others flew out and rushed directly towards the Ascension Valley.
At the same time, Lord Wu also set out, and the Marquis of Triumph, a hundred miles away, immediately felt it and stepped forward to stop him.
"Marquis of triumph, your opponent is me"
A powerful figure appeared, standing in front of the Marquis of Triumph, and said lightly.
"The First God of Eternal Night"
Seeing the battle armor on the person in front of him, Marquis Kaixuan's expression immediately sank. He didn't expect that he was still alive.
"Marquis of triumph, don't lose to others."
Wu Jun laughed loudly, and immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Ascension Valley.
Tiancang Academy, the dean walked out in one step, and in a short while, he was already hundreds of miles away.
Wu Jun, Dean Tian Cang confronted for the first time, a terrible battle started, and the peerless powerhouse of the same three disaster realms, as soon as he shot, was a terrifying scene of landslides.
The dean is very strong, but Martial Monarch is stronger, with the Tianhuang halberd in hand, the world is invincible.
The dean once said that there is no one in the world who can stop Wu Jun, and neither can he. Therefore, the dean does not seek to win, but only wants to leave a chance for future people to win.
The aftermath of the war destroyed everything around them, and neither of them held back, revealing their murderous intentions.
The increasingly fierce battle made both of them dyed red, and the blood was shining brightly between the moves.
"President Tiancang, you impress Wu Jun."
Seeing the passage of time, Wu Jun didn't want to drag it any longer. He raised his halberd to the sky, and the true essence was transported to the extreme.
"Three styles of Yutian, Heaven destroys God"
The reappearance of the supreme mastery is more powerful than before, the dean's expression condensed, he turned his palms to lift his breath, and his whole body was swirling, soaring into the sky.
The righteous and evil auras confronted each other, the two of them stepped back at the same time, the corners of their mouths were red, and in the dust and sand in the sky, a terrifying wound appeared on the right chest of the dean, and the evil energy passed through the body, bringing out a waterfall of blood.
The ultimate move, after all, the evil overwhelmed the righteous. After one move, Dean Tiancang was seriously injured and defeated.
"ended"
Wu Jun slashed down with his halberd, and the battle was about to end.
At the critical moment, in the distant sky, two dazzling brilliance swept over, and the swords screamed in unison, turning into a life-threatening edge, rushing towards Wu Jun.
"kindness?"
Wujun's Spinning Halberd met the flying sword, with a loud bang, he stepped back half a step.
"It's you?"
The plain white figure that caught the eye was so familiar that Wu Jun's expression turned cold, but he didn't expect to meet him again so soon.
"You are late. If you join forces with him, you may still have a chance. Now, there is not even this last chance." Wu Jun said coldly.
"Perhaps, but if there is a chance, we will know after playing."
Ning Chen stepped forward to support the dean, took one step, and moved out of the battlefield.
"Dean, leave the rest to us."
After speaking, Ning Chen's figure flashed, and he returned to the battlefield again. Seeing the Martial Lord in front of him, he started with the sword and said, "Please"
"Then let me see, where does your self-confidence come from?" Wu Jun swung his halberd to face the battle, fierce and powerful, and came from breaking the sky and breaking the mountains.
Ning Chen stepped back, his figure instantly transformed into an illusion, the water light flashed, and his figure was like an illusion.
Behind Wu Jun, the big Yin Qingque sword trembled, and it was as light as it was heavy.
The sky is wild, and there is a loud bang, and the sand is flying.
"Good foundation, but you're still too young"
In the hands of Wu Jun, the halberd swirled, and the majestic force rushed out, immediately knocking back the person in front of him.
Ning Chen stabilized his body, suppressed the blood that was surging in his body, his eyes narrowed, Wu Jun was still Martial Jun, even after a big battle, his strength was undeniably powerful.
"Earth Scroll"
Ning Chen swung his sword into the ground, and immediately, the ground trembled, and the sword intent surged out endlessly, turning into a sword beam that shot up to the sky, shocking the world.
"A book from heaven?"
Wu Jun let out a cold snort, and the halberd raised its might in all directions, with a sudden shock, all swords shattered in an instant, dissipating invisible.
Seeing that the opponent was unshakable, Ning Chen stepped on the water and light and shadow again, and his left hand read the love knife to ride the wind, light as a leaf in the wind, fast as a flying eagle.
The sound of knives and halberds clashing is incessant, the knives turn like a willow, and they go away when touched, never stagnant for half a minute.
Fast and strong, the battle of martial arts is so splendid, the halberd light and the knife light are constantly swept out, fierce and beautiful, which makes people fascinated.
"The Book of Heaven"
As fast as a swift blade riding the wind, the blade suddenly turned, and the blue brilliance was extremely prosperous.
"boom"
With a loud bang, Wu Jun's feet sank three inches into the ground, and cracks appeared one after another, spreading vertically and horizontally.
"happy"
Wu Jun let out a loud laugh, flipped his palms to congeal the yuan, and shot it with a bang.
Ning Chen stepped back, and at the same time, frost was condensed on the sword, and the sword was slashed out, and the frost surged wildly.
With a bang, the palm vigorously shook to dissipate the Frost Flower Sword Intent, and when the sword light blocked again, it froze for a brief moment, and Su Yi moved away, avoiding this powerful palm.
"I didn't expect that you can do so much, it's a pity" Wu Jun said with a trace of regret on his face.
"It's not a pity, as long as Wu Jun is willing to continue to concede a few points, even if it is dark, the younger generation will accompany him." Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said slowly.
"Ah"
Wu Jun smiled indifferently, the breath surging out of the body, the tyrannical pressure, the pressure of the whole body was constantly screaming.
Ning Chen's expression condensed, his swords screamed, he knew that the real battle had just begun.
"Three Thousand Miles of Sword Snow"
Seeing that Wu Jun was serious, Ning Chen didn't dare to be careless, frost on the sword, and the figure moved, a sword opened the sky, and snow drifted for three thousand miles.
"Keng"
Swords and halberds clashed, Wu Jun did not move, Ning Chen clenched the sharp knife in his left hand, white light shone, and he chopped out in an uproar.
"If you're not in a hurry, I really want to see how far your martial arts can go. Now, step back."
In the tone that changed sharply, the evil energy burst out, the magic power shocked the world, and suddenly the figure in front of the plain clothes was shaken, and blood was spilled.
More than ten meters away, Ning Chen landed on the ground, took a few steps back, his eyes were abnormally heavy, is this Wu Jun's true strength, really strong and not like a human being.
At this moment, a ray of light flashed in the distance, and in a blink of an eye, it landed on the battlefield.
"Am I late?" Mu Chengxue glanced at Ning Chen, whose chest was covered in blood, and asked softly.
"It's alright, but if it's a little later, you can really collect the body for me." Ning Chen said with a very solemn expression as he joked.
"your sword"
Mu Chengxue ignored the joke, which was not funny at all. With a wave of her hand, she threw a green sword in the past, and said lightly.
Ning Chen took the sword. Immediately, the blood-colored veins spread out from the sword. In the surging waves of blood mist, a powerful and unusual aura quickly recovered and reappeared in the world. "Wu Jun, the battle just now doesn't count. From now on, start over."