Chapter 534: Four
Could it be that Wang Luo, the god-catcher, knew that it would be impossible to escape, so he immediately took off his belt and took off his pants to reveal his little Jiji, making everyone in the Tiger Army too shy to look at him and escape?
This is too funny.
But soon, the commander of the Huben Army immediately realized that this belt was not an ordinary belt, but one from Wang Wei's poem... bah bah bah.
yes--
"This is the dragon tendon of the evil dragon in Tianshui City. I am under the Zhengyang Gate at this time. The dragon energy inside the gate is scattered and I don't know its owner. Guess what will happen when I come here with the dragon tendon?"
Wang Luo laughed and said, "Do you really think I'm stupid for spending so much effort in Tianshui City? I expected this day!"
The commander of the Huben Army turned pale, but it was blocked by his mask and did not show it. However, he reined in his horse, which was enough to show that he was really panicked.
As a Martial Saint, although he didn't have much sense of luck, dragon energy, etc., but the three thousand avenues all lead to the same destination, he could feel that the surrounding environment seemed to have changed.
Maybe it's because the insects are huddled underground and the birds are staying away. The big trees are not affected by the wind and only move their branches in one direction.
All in all, it was a warning, a warning to myself from my sensitive nerves after years of practice.
Wang Luo roared angrily, and the belt in his hand suddenly stretched into the cloud sky, disturbing the flowing clouds. There was faint lightning and thunder, as if there was really a hundred-foot black dragon floating in the clouds.
Then Wang Luo roared angrily, and followed the dragon tendons in his hand to break through the barrier of the sky. With the dragon tendons in his hand, he also rode on the back of the black dragon condensed with energy, and entered the imperial city above the Zhengyang Gate!
Commander Huben was completely powerless. Even if he ordered a volley of crossbow arrows, he could not get a single hair on the opponent. He could only watch helplessly as Wang Luo used the dragon tendons as reins and stepped on the black dragon to entrench himself on the palace wall in front of Zhengyang Gate. .
"Give up. If a mortal insists on colliding with a mystical thing like dragon energy that belongs to luck, it will definitely destroy his destiny. If your tiger army doesn't want to be wiped out, stop it as soon as possible. Things have developed to this point... …It’s no longer your turn to intervene.”
Wang Luo's voice was like thunder from the sky, making people's heads hurt and make them dizzy.
The commander of the Huben Army said angrily: "Aren't you afraid that your fate will be ruined by this luck?"
"Afraid, of course I'm afraid. I haven't married yet, and I haven't had children yet." Wang Luo's eyes showed tenderness, and she didn't know who he suddenly thought of.
"Wang Luo, it's still too late for you to turn back!"
"I said that there are no cowards in the Wang family. Now that we have achieved this, so what? If someone like me is manipulating luck, Si Tianjian and those Qi practitioners will definitely take action - why didn't you find out that, except for your tiger army, Is the entire capital terribly silent?"
What Wang Luo said really made the commander of the Huben Army feel as cold as ice.
The capital's luck is basically the national luck and the emperor's dragon energy mixed with each other, and Wang Luo uses the dragon tendons to stir up the real dragon energy emitted by the emperor when he is about to die. How can Si Tianjian's Qi practitioners sit idly by and ignore it? This is a serious crime that destroys luck.
"Because they Qi practitioners also hope that I will disturb this muddy water more, so that they can seek their own interests. When the prince ascends the throne and inherits the great treasure, his luck will be easy to deal with. But the one who goes retrograde and usurps, his luck will be smooth. If it disperses, there will be an opportunity to take advantage of it.”
Wang Luo rode a dragon and came to the imperial city in a spying manner: "The world is still uncertain, who will win? But I, Wang Luo, don't care. I, Wang Luo, only do things with a clear conscience."
The commander of the Huben Army led his troops to retreat silently.
There were several people who took over from Huben Army.
One of them is Qiao Feng, the spiritual master of the Tianxia sect, standing in the southwest and looking down.
There was a Barefoot Master who had practiced Taoism in the Kunlun Mountains for thousands of years. He rode an antelope and came from the northwest.
There was a girl with a childish face and petite figure, wearing a phoenix crown on her head. She came from the harem and came to the west by stepping on the phantom of the phoenix.
There was an old Taoist, or old monk, who cultivated both Buddhism and Taoism, and was both happy and angry.
How many of them are there?
This further confuses the situation, and every step they take carries the fate of the capital with them.
Wang Luo was not afraid at all when facing these big bosses who came out of nowhere.
"Child, are you Wang Xuanba's son?"
The girl stepped on the phoenix and giggled: "Back off, for Wang Xuanba's sake, I won't argue with you."
"Senior is the clone left behind by the empress who came to the fairy world?" Wang Luo stepped on the black dragon and was surrounded by these four people, quite like a demon being surrounded by righteous people.
"I didn't expect that a junior like you would actually know me?" The girl, or rather the clone of the empress who had successfully ascended to immortality, was quite surprised.
"You're not talented, I'm the chief catcher of the six sects of the Great Xia Dynasty, and I've seen some of your secrets."
"A good boy, very courageous... I like it. If I had people like you under my command, our Zhou Dynasty would not have ended in a hundred years."
The girl seemed to be smiling to express her appreciation, but the magical power in her sleeves was working and her eyes were fixed on the black dragon, looking for a way to kill him with one blow.
"Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty, are you missing the previous dynasty again? Be careful that this dynasty's formation will backfire on you and cause you to dissipate again!"
The Barefoot Immortal rode an antelope and came slowly.
The girl's expression was gloomy: "When I became the only emperor in eternity and became an immortal, you didn't know where to wear crotchless pants, and you dared to come and yell at me?"
"Hmph, that was the empress' true form becoming an immortal. You were just a different incarnation, cultivating your own divine mind. In our Great Xia Dynasty, why are you so arrogant?" Master Barefoot of Kunlun Mountain said disdainfully: "Your true form was here back then. When you were in power, you devoted yourself to cultivating Taoism and neglected government affairs. You became a Qingci emperor and the Great Zhou Dynasty perished in a hundred years. You brought it on yourself."
"How presumptuous! If I hadn't ascended back then, Tingfeng Realm would have been expelled from the Three Thousand Realms and become an abandoned place - you are not grateful, why are you talking about me?"
"How amazing is your ascension? Your ascension took away half of the aura of the Tingfeng Realm. After that, there was a gap in the Tingfeng Realm for hundreds of years, and no one came forward."
"Hmph, I don't want to waste any more words with you. If someone like you were in front of my real body, he would just shake his head and tail like a pug."
"That's the Empress of Zhou. Are you worthy of a clone of evil thoughts?" The Barefoot Master and the empress really couldn't handle each other at all.
Qiao Feng and the Taoist monk looked at each other, and then advised: "You two Taoists, don't argue. Please put the overall situation first."
The girl immediately said disdainfully: "Who is a Taoist friend of yours? I am the Son of Heaven. How can you ordinary people be compared with me?"
The empress's temper had been explosive for more than a day or two, so the two of them comforted Kunlun Mountain's Barefoot Master and did not want the empress to say too much.
"Son of Wang Xuanba, your father is a smart man, and I hope you will also be a smart man. You should disperse the black dragon immediately and tie yourself up, and I can spare your life."
The spiritual master flew forward, but because the black dragon disrupted his luck and was contrary to his path, he stopped and negotiated with him.
"My name is Wang Luo, please call me by my name. Senior Lingzun, you are the only one from your world sect."
"I alone am enough."
"Still, even senior doesn't want the entire Tianxia Sect to be dragged down by you...because you don't know whose hands the throne will fall into."
Ling Zun was exposed by his words and sneered: "Among the juniors, I, Qiao Feng, thought you were the first person. Now it seems that I am not wrong."
Wang Luo cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Lord Lingzun, for looking down on me. I always thought that martial arts practitioners did not exist in the eyes of those who cultivated immortality."
Qiao Feng shook his head and said: "In today's world, the world of heaven has collapsed, and there is no such thing as immortality. So who else is looking down on whom? Everyone is just a frog in a well trying to catch a turtle in an urn."
At this point, the atmosphere changed. The old Taoist monk said seriously: "Wang Luo, the succession of the prince to the throne is God's will. If you insist on obstructing it, it is not allowed by God!"
"Senior, are you the legendary genius who became a monk and then went to study Taoism? I heard that you almost became a golden body back then? I have admired the deeds of my senior for a long time, and I am willing to seek advice from my senior. , see you today
The real person, who was indeed the number one cultivation prodigy in Tingfeng Realm back then, felt so ashamed that he felt like he had a lump in his throat, making it difficult to speak. "
Wang Luo said with a sincere face and an admiring tone.
The old Taoist monk was praised so suddenly by him, and he was a little embarrassed. Monks are much kinder after all: "Wang Luo, you are exaggerating when you say this. My talent is actually not very good. It all depends on my heart of seeking Tao..."
When Qiao Feng saw that the momentum was wrong, she immediately thought that it might not be as simple as it seemed.
With the four supreme masters joining forces, there are only two possibilities for Wang Luo to be able to talk and laugh.
One is that Wang Luo is not afraid despite his own strength, and the other is that the other three are half-hearted.
But thinking about it, even he was wavering. Otherwise, if the Huben Army was there earlier, how could the disciples of the Zhongzhou Tianxia Sect who were guarding the capital not be there?
However, the representative of the Tianxia Faction is still him, Qiao Feng, and his Qiao Feng's attitude is the final attitude of the Tianxia Faction.
However, Master Barefoot's attitude was quite obvious. He yelled: "Wang Luo, the empire has its own rules, and you can't change them casually. If you commit a crime with a dragon tendon today, you are committing a capital crime. But for the sake of this, For your father's sake, we won't kill you.
But the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. "
"Okay, you are the best? Master Barefoot, the grudge between you and my father was not fully settled back then - are you still clear about the debts owed to the wronged souls of thousands of officers and soldiers in the Kunlun Mountains?"
Wang Luo asked suddenly.
Master Barefoot was startled, and then asked: "What are the wronged souls of ten thousand officers and soldiers?"
"Haha, you are such a noble person, so forgetful. How dare you forget even the major crimes you committed?"
"...I remember it now that I'm here."
Master Barefoot showed an indifferent expression: "That day, I have private matters..."
"Oh, your Kunlun Mountain Wuji Dao actually left midway in order to catch a living sacred deer. The demons turned around and came back to kill you. Ten thousand Daxia soldiers were buried at the foot of Kunlun Mountain!"
Wang Luo said fiercely: "I was ordered to investigate, but I should have thought that it is you, as the ancestor, who has the power to order everyone in Wuji Dao to leave!"
Master Barefoot sighed: "That sacred deer really came at the wrong time. They were so unlucky."
