The chaotic vitality of heaven and earth collided and scattered on the top of the deer mountain, making a trembling sound like the ringing of a giant bell, which seemed to resound throughout the whole world.
Emperor Yuanwu stood with his hands behind his back with a pale face, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and blood dripped from his fingertips.
Constantly trying his best to fight against these great masters in this world, at this time he was exhausted to the extreme.
However, he felt that every breath he took was unusually sweet, a powerful feeling that he had never had before, filling his body continuously with the breath.
"The country, the mountains and the earth are all under your feet. Who else can be as tall as the widow in the future?"
He raised his head proudly, looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and said slowly in his heart.
The vegetation on the deer mountain was almost broken, and many gullies were washed out by the rain and the vitality of the world on the mountain wall, and there were traces of blood in the flowing water.
All the troops of the Great Qin Dynasty stationed in the mountains watched the chaotic heaven and earth vitality disappear, watched the bright sky light scatter, and saw the bright yellow figure standing with hands behind their backs, even though their bodies were covered with broken weapons and flesh and blood. At this moment, they couldn't help shouting in unison.
"Long live my emperor!"
"Long live my emperor!"
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Amid such shouts, Emperor Yan's face was extremely ugly, he turned and left without even looking.
Emperor Qi stayed for a long time, then he let out a long sigh.
He was very sad in his heart, but at the same time he found that he also admired Yuan Wu.
Emperor Han Chen fled in a dung truck, hiding from the practitioners of the Great Qin Dynasty outside the pass for more than ten years...
Yan Ying's half step to the eight realms, he did not hesitate to die to trigger the final killing...
Before the fall of the Wei Dynasty, Song Chaosheng's family was ruined because of Qin people's tricks. He was helpless when he saw the country's collapse, and he burst into tears...
Guo Dongjiang wants to avenge his friend wholeheartedly, although he is insane, he endured it for more than ten years...
These great masters probably want to kill Emperor Yuanwu all the time. After waiting and planning for more than ten years, they finally gathered together and got a chance to kill Emperor Yuanwu, but they were still defeated by Emperor Yuanwu. .
Coupled with the previous Li Caitian and Fang Xun, after the Battle of Lushan, all the great masters in the world who could fight against Emperor Yuanwu and possibly catch up with his cultivation almost disappeared.
Emperor Yuanwu was strong, so how could it be his cultivation
"It turns out that Ye Xinhe... is also a pawn of the Holy One."
Huang Zhenwei struggled against the intense drowsiness that kept engulfing his body. He opened his eyes hard, looked at Emperor Yuanwu in front of him bathed in the sky light in shock and admiration.
Ye Xinhe is naturally the most important pawn among all the people who made this killing game, in fact, a booby-killing game, but this pawn was buried before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, and has been buried for so many years... Even Huang Zhenwei didn't even know that Ye Xinhe's sword could be used by Emperor Yuanwu.
Li Lingjun's body trembled uncontrollably.
Emperor Chu's health was already in extreme condition. With Emperor Chu's cultivation base, he just coughed up a mouthful of blood in agitated mood, which was enough to let anyone understand that Emperor Chu's time was numbered, and he would soon become a Great Chu The new king of the dynasty.
It's just that with Emperor Yuanwu's methods, the Lushan League not only regained Yangshan County and pushed the border a hundred miles, but also set up such a big situation that many great masters who threatened him all fell. Even if everyone in the Great Chu Dynasty would not doubt him and Zhao Xiangfei and would support him immensely, he would still feel fear and no confidence at all.
The Emperor Chu beside him stared at the figure of Emperor Yuanwu, but for some reason, his face became more and more calm, and finally became thoughtful.
His calmness even attracted the attention of Emperor Yuanwu, who once again cast his gaze on the old man who was about to end the curtain.
Looking at the powerful and contented expression in Emperor Yuanwu's eyes, the old man suddenly smiled.
Emperor Yuanwu was even more puzzled. In his mind, the Great Chu Dynasty should suffer the most in this event, so he couldn't understand the emotions of Emperor Chu at this time.
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"Congratulations, prince."
Mo Shoucheng listened to the voice of Shanhu Long live from the deer mountain in front of him, turned his head with emotion, looked at Fusu and said sincerely.
Fusu was still slightly dizzy caused by the huge shock at this moment, and couldn't immediately understand the meaning of Mo Shoucheng's words.
But Ding Ning, who was cold in his heart, knew it very well.
After the Lushan League, the Great Qin Dynasty will become the strongest dynasty in the world.
Fusu would naturally become the crown prince of the strongest dynasty in the world.
Everything seems to be walking under the control of Zheng Xiu and Emperor Yuanwu.
As if he didn't dare to face the supreme majesty on the deer mountain, Ding Ning slowly turned his body sideways, and his eyes first fell on the mountain top that was emitting a sword light that was so long that it seemed to be able to enclose the entire deer mountain.
That is the lovesickness sword.
There is no emotion in the world that is as lingering and incomprehensible as lovesickness.
Another peerless sword scripture in Bashan Sword Field was also enlightened by Li Xiangcan, one of the two prime ministers under the throne of Emperor Yuanwu.
Although Li Qinghou and the Wuming Taoist in that file were strong, compared to Li Xiang, they were finally weaker. If they didn't leave just now, they might never be able to leave.
Ding Ning's eyes fell on the valley where Ye Xinhe fell.
At this time, the valley was filled with thick smoke, and the collision of the heaven and earth vitality summoned by these great masters caused the ground in the valley to sink several feet. However, Ding Ning can also be sure that with Ye Xinhe's injury just now, Ye Xinhe will not be injured after falling. die.
"Ye Xinhe!"
Ding Ning closed his eyes again, and used all his strength to drink the name in his heart.
The wall in Wutong Luojiu shop appeared in his mind.
In the empty space on the wall, there is a huge flower blooming strangely.
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When he closed his eyes outside the deer mountain and thought of the painting wall of Wutongluo Wine Shop, many people waited quietly in Changling City.
In the small courtyard, Changsun Qianxue was steaming glutinous rice.
Her fingers seemed to be more crystal clear and white than glutinous rice.
The spring breeze is like scissors, cutting out the green leaves of Changling's trees, and gently sweeping into the courtyard, gently lifting the curtain from time to time.
Looking at the painted wall that occasionally reveals a trace behind the door curtain, and thinking of some meanings contained in this wall, Changsun Qianxue's cold eyes suddenly felt a little dry.
Somewhat annoyed, she stopped looking at the fire and let the flames in the kitchen go out.
She was sure that even if Ding Ning had an accident in Lushan or Wushan, she would still stay in Changling, waiting for the day when she could kill Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu.
But she can also be sure that without Ding Ning, she will not get used to everything.
"Why do you have to die?"
"Why did you die!"
She thought of that person again for no reason, hatred and anger rose in her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.
In another small courtyard not far from her, Zhang Yi was also boiling water.
He looked at the dry wood in the stove, but his expression was very focused.
Every time a few sticks of dry firewood were put into the stove, wisps of heaven and earth vitality flew out from between him and fell into the red charcoal under the dry firewood.
The dry firewood burned extremely violently in an instant, and in just a moment, there was a gurgling sound in the water pot, and white steam was churning.
He pointed at the sword together, and with a flick of both fingers, the slightly boiling water in the pot rolled out like a long crystal snake, and fell into the large wooden tub on one side.
He added some cold water, tested the temperature of the water, and added some water to the pot for preparation, then he called out to the courtyard: "Little brother, you can bring the cave master to wash."
Shen Yi supported Xue Wangxu and slowly appeared in his line of sight.
Watching Shen Yi help Xue Wangxu into the bathtub, and start to wipe Xue Wangxu's back with an old loofah stem, Zhang Yi felt relieved, started to soak Xue Wangxu's changed clothes in hot water, and began to rub and wash.
When doing these things, Zhang Yi is like an ordinary street boy who has lived in Wutongluo for a long time. He has completely forgotten how restrained he was here in the first place, and he didn't even dare to shout loudly.
But when he called "Little Junior Brother", he couldn't help thinking of Ding Ning.
Before Shen Yi started, Ding Ning was the junior junior in Baiyang Cave.
Xue Wangxu lived in this phoenix tree, and seemed to be peaceful and enjoying every day, but he knew that Xue Wangxu's health was getting worse and worse.
"I don't know where Junior Brother Ding Ning is now, and whether he is safe or not."
He looked at the hot air, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, knew it, but still couldn't help but look at Shen Yi and Xue Wangxu inquiringly, and said: "The Lushan League should end today, right? "
"The day of the Lushan League is today."
Shen Yi looked at Zhang Yi through the mist of white mist, and said seriously: "Brother Ding Ning can see current affairs more clearly than anyone else, just watching from a distance, of course there will be no danger, after today, you should return. Ready to participate in the Minshan Sword Festival."
That's what he said, but Shen Yi himself didn't have the confidence in his heart, what if something happened at the Lushan League Meeting? In case the Holy Majesty negotiated with the three dynasties and did not take advantage of the slightest advantage, what would happen instead
Zhang Yi hummed lightly, seeming to agree with Shen Yi's statement, but he didn't have a bottom line in his heart.
Xue Wangxu naturally understands the impermanence of the world better than these young people, he smiled lightly and said: "You two idiots, what's the use of worrying, I can wait, can't you wait."
Zhang Yi and Shen Yi stopped talking.
In the spring of the twelfth year of Yuanwu, the news that the Daqin army had recovered Yangshan County and the news that Emperor Yuanwu had leveled the mountain with a sword on Lushan Mountain had not reached Changling in time.
While waiting, the entire Changling Mausoleum seemed extraordinarily heavy, a little irritable, and a little uneasy.