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When Zhao Wujiang received the letter, it was already the afternoon of the second day.
The letter was urgent, coming from the north of Lingnan, and was written by Jiang Mengli.
Zhao Wujiang read the content of the letter word for word.
The letter said that King Xiaoyao slaughtered powerful men from all walks of life and devoured their cultivation. He had received the news a long time ago and was not surprised at all.
The letter also said that Li Yuanzheng died. He was captured by Xuanyuan Yuheng, his hands and feet were broken, his heart and internal organs were shattered, and he was threatened by Xuanyuan Yuheng but still had his backbone. He died without regrets.
Xuanyuan Yuheng went to other sects and was still fighting.
Zhao Wujiang took the letter and was silent for a long time, speechless for a long time, and closed his deep eyes.
When he opened his eyes, there were traces of red in them. He still didn't say a word, but took a deep breath.
The more silent he was, the more unhappy he became.
The more silent he was, the more furious he became.
He didn't understand why those at the peak of the world's great masters or those at the first level of heaven didn't take action to stop Xuanyuan Yuheng's murderousness.
Is there something unspeakable? Or are they no longer alive? Or is he ruthless and indifferent to the deaths of so many people in the world?
Zhao Wujiang couldn't figure it out. He could only think about what he could figure out.
If I were Xuanyuan Yuheng, what would I do next? The golden light in his eyes flowed, and he fell into deep thought.
I will kill all the strong men in the world. After taking away the cultivation base, I will refine these cultivation bases and fully use them for my own use.
Then I will wait for the next spring, when the forces in the north and south, and even some other alliance forces, are ready, then hold high the banner of rebellion, or find a famous excuse to start attacking Daxia, conquering cities and territories step by step. , pointed directly at Kyoto, forcing Xuanyuan Jing to abdicate.
Then he proclaimed himself emperor.
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers, his eyes becoming as dark as night.
But I may not do this, because I am Xuanyuan Yuheng, the prince of Daxia, I know the ancient history and current affairs of the Ming Dynasty, and I have advanced cultivation. I also argued with the late emperor about the Miao people in southern Xinjiang, and I went there alone. Go to the imperial study and ask Xuanyuan Jing to give me an imperial edict to confer the saint of Southern Xinjiang as his concubine.
I have been rejected, I have been rejected countless times, what will I do when I have the ability?
Zhao Wujiang stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice:
"I will come to Kyoto and ask for an imperial edict again, asking Xuanyuan Jing to canonize the Saint of Southern Xinjiang as my princess. If Xuanyuan Jing does not agree, I will force her!
With my level of cultivation, can anyone in the imperial city stop me?
No!
Why do I have to ask for this edict?
Because I, Xuanyuan Yuheng, will definitely do what I want to do!
This imperial edict was promulgated by Xuanyuan Jing and promulgated by me after I successfully rebelled and ascended the throne and proclaimed myself emperor. They have two completely different meanings! "
After saying this, Zhao Wujiang let out a heavy breath. If his deduction was correct, Xuanyuan Yuheng would enter the capital in as little as three to five days or as long as half a month.
"Can I stop him?" Zhao Wujiang asked himself in a faint tone.
He lowered his head and remained silent, his eyes twinkling.
"I can!" His tone was calm and unquestionable.
In the imperial city there is Xuanyuan Jing, Dugu Mingyue and her unborn child.
He also wants to help Xuanyuan Jing make Daxia prosperous. He also has a child to welcome him. He also wants to go to Jianzhong to find out the truth about whether his parents are still alive. He also wants to go to Renzong...
Therefore, Zhao Wujiang cannot fall at this hurdle.
He walked out of the side hall.
The snowflakes in the sky were flying and falling on his shoulders. He breathed a sigh of relief and condensed into frost in an instant, but his eyes were as hot as fire and his body was as straight as a sword.
