In the depths of the Manchao Palace, two figures came, one majestic and domineering, the other plain as water, the forbidden area with ups and downs, the red luck filled the air, violent and turbulent, shocking.
Ning Chen looked at the crimson luck floating around, a strange color flashed in his eyes. The luck of each dynasty was really different. Compared with the Hall of Longevity, the luck of the Man Dynasty was much more domineering and less gloomy.
The barbarian dynasty was belligerent, from the monarch and ministers down to the common people, they all had strong personalities. It is not surprising that such a situation has been seen in one's luck.
Right in the center of the most prosperous crimson air fortune, a blood-red spurge floated in the void, domineering and ferocious, with a shocking aura that made people feel heavy and breathless.
Ning Chenning pointed, traces of ice and snow appeared, and the flying insects sealed in the snow were lifelike, as if they were alive.
The next moment, the ice and snow collapsed and swept the flying insects to the ups and downs of the halberd. However, the mutation suddenly occurred, and the violent luck instantly engulfed the flying insects. In the blink of an eye, the insect tide that had been difficult to destroy was crushed exhausted.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and finally found it.
If it doesn't work here, he will go to Beimeng to try. Although Daxia gathers more than half of the air luck in the land of Shenzhou, it has been governed by Confucianism for thousands of years, and the air luck is peaceful.
"Senior Barbarian King, can this junior have a request?" Ning Chen turned his head and said respectfully.
"What request?" the barbarian king said defensively.
"Borrowing the luck of your dynasty for a hundred years," Ning Chen said seriously.
The barbarian king's expression immediately sank, and without thinking about it, he directly refused, "Impossible"
The strength of the luck in the center of the palace is related to the rise and fall of a dynasty. The barbarian dynasty is located in a remote place, and there are many natural disasters. If the luck is lost for another hundred years, the situation will be even worse.
"Senior, you can discuss any conditions," Ning Chen said in a hurry.
"Nothing is possible"
The barbarian king refused, this is not a question that can be discussed, no matter what the cost, it is impossible to make up for the consequences of losing a hundred years of luck.
"senior"
Ning Chen wanted to say more, but was interrupted directly by the barbarian king, and said solemnly, "Don't say it anymore, there is no room for negotiation on this matter, don't let this king lose the last bit of patience with you"
Hearing this, Ning Chen sighed in his heart and did not continue to speak.
The attitude of the barbarian king was more determined than he imagined. It seemed that he had to think of other ways to convince the barbarian king.
"Look at it, let's go"
The barbarian king turned around with a cold face and walked away.
Ning Chen didn't want to have any unpleasantness with the barbarian king at this time, so he could only leave together.
The princess was in the courtyard, and Hong Zhu was dressing Aman. The princess had been away from the palace for four years, and Hong Zhu had also been waiting in the courtyard for four years. The other palace maids had already left the palace to marry, but Hong Zhu chose to stay.
"Princess, is he treating you well?" Hong Zhu asked softly.
The face in the mirror is equally beautiful, blooming in the most beautiful years of a woman, if you don't cherish it, it will fade away.
"Okay," Ah Man nodded and replied.
"Did he give you the princess' bracelet?" Hong Zhu asked.
She knew all the jewelry on the princess. This jade bracelet was not there when the princess left.
"It wasn't from him, it was from Daxia's empress dowager," Aman said honestly. The red candle and the willow eyebrows narrowed, the queen mother of Daxia should be the Empress Changsun. Everyone in the world knows that the Marquis Zhiming of Daxia was brought out by the former Empress Changsun. The words of this empress, for the Marquis Zhiming, are better than any other. imperial decree
easy to use.
At this moment, outside the courtyard, a young eunuch walked in quickly, and from outside the room, he respectfully said, "Princess, please ask for an appointment."
"Let him in," Aman said.
"Princess, the slaves and servants retire first." Hong Zhu saluted in time and retreated, leaving space for the two of them.
Ning Chen came over and saw A Man in the room, who had changed into Princess Manchao's clothes, with a gentle smile on his face. The Manchao woman's dress was very different from that of Da Xia. I can't say who is better, each has his own way. style.
"Doesn't it look good?" Ah Man looked at himself in the mirror and then looked at the person in front of him, wondering.
"Good-looking, Aman looks good in anything she wears," Ning Chen said with a chuckle.
Aman smiled sweetly, as long as he liked it.
On the dressing table, an antique bronze mirror exudes a faint light, which is the bronze realm that was brought out from the tomb of the ancient sages.
Ning Chen was obviously the one who wasn't recognized. He studied it for a long time and couldn't figure it out.
Bronze mirrors have been used for women's dressing since ancient times.
"Are you tired?" Ning Chen asked.
"Not tired," Ah Man shook his head.
"Then go out for a walk?" Ning Chen smiled.
"Okay," Aman replied.
The two walked out of the other courtyard together and walked quietly in the barbarian palace. The climate of the barbarian dynasty was different from the summer, and the scenery in the palace was also very different from the summer. The blooming hibiscus flowers swayed in the wind, and the light red flowers made The whole barbarian palace is bright. When the passing ladies saw the two, most of them chose to quietly avoid them, but they could not avoid them. After paying respectful respects, they did not disturb them. In their opinion, this Marquis Wu and the princess from Daxia were the most perfect couple. is to come together
of.
Most of the women in the palace are in their jasper years. It is when they believe in beautiful fairy tales that the princess is kind and will definitely have a good destination.
The afterglow of the setting sun sheds a beautiful golden color, a gust of wind blows, and the petals of hibiscus scatter in the air.
A Man with gorgeous makeup, the silver ornaments on her body ring like silver bells, crisp and sweet, a woman more beautiful than flowers, is the most precious pearl of the Man Dynasty.
"Man, I'm leaving after sunset." Ning Chen glanced at the gradually setting sunset and said softly.
Now that the four-pole realm master wants to kill more than ever before, he can't stay in the barbarian palace for too long, otherwise, it will bring disaster together.
Ah Man thought for a while, nodded again, and said, "Okay."
Ning Chen smiled and said, "If you want to leave the palace next time, don't sneak out again, send a letter to Daxia Imperial City, I'll come and pick you up"
"Okay" Aman nodded.
"Practice your sword well, don't be lazy"
"it is good"
"Eat a little more, too thin is not good-looking"
"it is good"
…
"The barbarian king is a cheapskate"
"no"
Ah Man reacted in time, shook his head and said.
"Heh" Ning Chen smiled softly, no longer staying any longer, and said goodbye, "Let's go"
The words fell, the plain clothes scattered and disappeared from the hibiscus in the garden. Although this gathering was short, it was already a precious and beautiful memory.
Aman looked at the north where the former left, and the clear eyes gradually became sad.
The night rises, the bright moon hangs high, the southern wilderness, the endless wilderness, the colorful rays of light gather, block the way, and draw the boundaries of hell.
Ning Chen looked at the four-pole realm master who was blocking the way, his eyes flashed, and it really came.
"Marquis Zhiming, I should say whether you are bold or stupid, leave the Great Xia Imperial City, do you think you still have life to go back?" The four-pole realm master said coldly.
"Since you dare to come out, you are sure to go back," Ning Chen replied lightly.
"furious"
The master of the four poles stomped his feet, turned his palms and patted it, and his majestic energy caused the world to change. Before the move, the situation was already in chaos.
Ning Chen didn't want to fight, the figure flashed, and the water, light and shadow body appeared, and the water ripples rippling, like a stream of light, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
The body of water and light that slammed away dissipated invisible, and on the other side, Su Yi gathered and quickly disappeared.
"Want to go? Delusional"
The four-pole realm master quickly followed and headed west.
In the Buddhist country, on the Mijie Mountain, which is three thousand feet tall, the bells rang, and Foshan, the highest in China, was full of Buddha light.
In the distant sky, two beams of brilliance came galloping. In front of the rebuilt Buddha, Ning Chen fell down, looked at the Du'e Temple a hundred feet away, and respectfully said, "Senior abbot, junior is polite."
The four-pole realm master followed, but at this moment, he did not immediately take action, looking at the huge temple in front of him, his brows slightly wrinkled.
"Senior abbot, junior is here as promised, it's your turn to take action" Ning Chen said with an imperceptible coldness on his face.
"Amitabha"
In the hoarse Buddha name, an old and tall figure walked out, and the earth shook, like a moving mountain, which was shocking.
"The Marquis of Zhiming, the Lord of the Four Extremes, this is a quiet place in my Buddhist school. If there is any kind of grievance, please move to another place." The abbot of Du'e Temple looked calm, and his words were calm but indifferent.
"Zhiminghou, your scheming means nothing to me"
The master of the four poles snorted coldly. Everyone in the land of Shenzhou knew that when the Buddhist kingdom invaded, the Hou Zhiming led people to slaughter the entire Mijie Mountain and tens of thousands of Buddhist disciples. With this hatred, how could the two of them join forces? .
"The realm, do you believe it or not?"
With a wave of Ning Chen's hand, Chaos Volume's aura covered his body, his True Qi fluctuated, and he was immediately restrained and clean, without a trace of exposure.
The face of the master of the four extremes sank at that time, and said, "You deliberately let me stop it"
"My Buddha is merciful, the realm master, you underestimate the size of the human Buddha's stomach." Ning Chen started to use the sword, his figure flashed, and he fell out.
"Cunning people, falsely claiming to be Buddhism"
The master of the four extremes was angry, one fist shook the blade, the other hand condensed the essence and turned the palm, and before the abbot of Du'e Temple made a move, he preempted the attack, and the palm burst out.
The human Buddha's face was gloomy, and he knew that he was once again calculated by the Marquis of Fate, but it was too late to explain it now, so he had to raise his hand to answer the call, and the golden light shined for nine days.
With a loud bang, the Buddha took a few steps back, and the blood in his body surged. In the face of the divine power of the four-pole realm, the invincible King Kong's indestructible body almost reached the limit.
"Senior, be careful"
Ning Chen's figure moved, and he retreated three feet behind the abbot of Du'e Temple, and said.
The Human Buddha kept his face calm and said nothing. Seeing that the Lord of the Four Poles attacked again, his hands clasped together, the golden light flourished, and the Buddhist holy tricks reappeared.
"Buddha says holy merit, the Tathagata shines the light of the sky", the Buddha's body is splendid like a saint, illuminating thousands of feet, and the entire Mijie Mountain is illuminated by the Buddha's light. Add another 30% Buddha power.