Donghuang Shenzhou, Zhongzhou, Daxuan Palace.
In the palace, there are many pavilions, pavilions and palace courtyards.
The corners of the house are tilted up, and there are stone carvings of different auspicious animals on them.
Every building is ingenious and requires a lot of effort. And they are interlocked to form a harmonious whole.
The overall layout is made of gilded copper tiles and is magnificent.
In a palace with intertwined corridors, jumbled halls, and unpredictable spaces, a huge disagreement arose.
Arguing over whether to accept the Demonic Martial Saint Bo Qing.
Princess Feng Tang Xi looked decisive: "Now the royal family's rule is facing collapse. Government orders cannot go out of Zhongzhou. Sects from all over the country occupy land as kings. The people of the dynasty are miserable and displaced.
If we want to support the royal family and save the common people, we must strengthen our own strength.
However, we cannot confront the major overlord sects head-on, so supporting the Demonic Martial Saints and using them to compete with the major sects is a countermeasure. "
Tang Xi was wearing a white palace dress, looking elegant and elegant. In terms of appearance, she has ice-cold muscles and jade bones, and a stunning face that will captivate a country. In terms of temperament, it is as holy as snow, like an orchid in an empty valley, indifferent and refined, and it is as beautiful as the bells of heaven and earth.
Prince Tang Anshi looked hesitant and said worriedly:
"Both Fengxi Sect and Qinglu Taoist Temple are overlord sects. The two sects are closely related. There are even rumors that the Great Sage Fengxi lives in the Tongtian River. With the power of my royal family, there is no need to wade through this muddy water."
"What's more, it's okay to recruit demonic warriors. Now if we recruit demonic martial saints, I fear that the demonic arrogance will be unstoppable!"
Hearing this, other princes and princesses also agreed.
After experiencing the arrival of the saint soldiers of various sects in Zhongzhou, they never wanted to experience such a crisis again.
"What the emperor said is absolutely true. That Bo Qing is just a thief, so he is not worthy of a plan."
"Opposite to extreme, what the devil's thieves are best at is going back on their word and repaying kindness with hatred."
"That group of demon warriors is so difficult to control. If there is another demon warrior saint, the consequences will be disastrous."
"..."
Opposition flooded in, but support was sparse.
Princess Feng Tang Xi's expression remained unchanged. She cupped her hands and said to Emperor Daxuan who was sitting high on the dragon's throne:
"It is precisely because of this that we need to protect Bo Qing even more."
"Emperor Longyang Wu once said, 'If you seek peace through struggle, you will survive in peace; if you seek peace through compromise, you will perish in peace.'"
"Peace is the end, and struggle is the means of peace; peace is relative, but struggle is absolute;"
"Only through struggle can there be true peace. Peace is not something to beg, it is to be fought for. At any time, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, only the strong can gain respect."
After the words were finished, the whole place was silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Xi, and they couldn't say anything for a long time.
Emperor Longyang Wu was the first emperor of the human race, and his prestige was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Today's Five Great Palaces were founded by Emperor Longyang Wu and inherited his tradition.
Emperor Daxuan, who was sitting on the dragon throne, looked at his Phoenix son with joy from the corners of his eyes. He was filled with joy and thought to himself: "Ruolan, my daughter has grown up."
Emperor Daxuan glanced at it once, and everyone's eyes quickly dropped.
Only Princess Feng Tang Xi still raised her head firmly and insisted on her decision.
Emperor Daxuan looked indifferent: "A meager Qing can't stir up any trouble. Fengxi Sect and Qinglu Taoist Temple are the dominant sects, but I, Daxuan, am the leader of the Eastern Barren Divine Continent! Xi'er, I will leave this matter to you. Go with a few clan elders."
"Yes!" Princess Feng Tang Xi quickly saluted and accepted the appointment.
The other princes and princesses looked at her jealously and felt dissatisfied.
Tang Xi was born extraordinary.
Daxuan established the dynasty with the destiny black bird, and when Tang Xi was born, the purple clouds in Zhongzhou were three thousand miles away, and even the destiny black bird came to throw it with the sacred harp.
When she was ten years old, Emperor Daxuan asked the princes and princesses what was the highest in the world.
Some answered with the nine-sky sky, some with the ordinary abyss, and some with the endless sea.
Only Tang Xi put forward the idea that "the sky is not high, but the people's hearts are the highest."
Since then, she has been revered as "Princess Phoenix."
Later, she made great achievements in water control, agriculture and other matters, and her prestige gradually increased.
He fought against the crown prince Tang Anshi and became another purple-gold Tianzhu of the Daxuan Dynasty in vain.
…
…
Two days and two nights later.
Hong Yuan, who was in the blue sky, was forced by these martial saints to a certain golden ocean, and sank to the bottom of the sea in a slightly embarrassed state.
"Bo Qing, obediently hand over the holy sword and I'll give you a treat!"
"Little brat, don't think about escaping to the Eastern Wasteland Academy in Zhongzhou anymore. Today we, the righteous ones, have joined forces to set up a trap to completely destroy your magical power. This time you will have your head removed."
"Bo Qing, you are a heinous demon. In order to become a saint, you wantonly slaughtered the whole Nanyang government and harmed the people. You have committed an unforgivable crime and should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."
"..."
Hong Yuan was wearing a charred and tattered green robe, his hair was messy, and the white bones of his thighs and arms were faintly visible.
The waves hit the green robe and clung to it, making it as heavy as a mountain.
The sharp sword energy kept trying to repair the incomplete Tianhe sword body, but the hostile spear spirit, thunder and starlight stuck to it, widening the wound.
After just a short rest, the Tianhe sword body was damaged by another half.
The situation is doomed and there is no way for him to escape.
"Princess, Bo Qing is in desperate situation, why don't you take action?" General He Tui asked.
"Wait a moment, that Bo Qing hasn't given up her struggle yet." Princess Feng Tang Xi's eyes narrowed slightly as she examined Hong Yuan.
Since being appointed by Emperor Daxuan, Tang Xi has unsealed an old eighth-level ancestor from the divine source of his clan.
Under the magical power of the eighth-level ancestors, they crossed thousands of miles and came to the blue sky to catch up with the battle of "the saints catching dragons".
This eighth-level powerful man is none other than the silent old man in gray, Tang Tianyi.
"No, actually I still have a chance to live." Hong Yuan thought calmly in his heart, "But how can a mere saint-level incarnation compare with the Avenue of Immortality? They are just techniques to protect the road."
In Hong Yuan's vision, the forces in the field are mainly divided into three parties.
On one side are other martial saints, on the other side are the martial saints of Qinglu Taoist Temple, and the martial saints of Fengxi Sect.
Hong Yuan also has another identity, that is, he is a disciple of Fengxi Sect.
As long as he opens his mouth to reveal his background, then according to the rules of the righteous way, Fengxi Sect will naturally take the initiative to judge him.
No matter what the final outcome is, he will definitely be able to survive this lifeless situation.
But Hong Yuan will never expose his roots.
The kendo incarnation is just an incarnation that can be mass-produced. It is a tool he specially created to deal with the incident between senior brother Mo Jiuyou and senior sister-in-law Chen He.
Senior Brother Mo Jiuyou was very kind to him!
It was precisely thanks to Senior Brother Mo Jiuyou's huge sum of 25 million yuan that Hong Yuan had just moved from the stage of primitive accumulation of assets to the stage of money begetting money and assets increasing rapidly.
If it weren't for the huge sum of Yuan Stones provided by Senior Brother Mo Jiuyou, he would have missed many "Heaven and Earth Questioners" enlightenments due to insufficient Yuan Stones.
He also cannot improve his body cultivation, form the incarnation of strength, form the incarnation of swordsmanship, condense killing moves and various magical powers...
People should not think that the first and second steamed buns are not important just because they are full after eating the fifth steamed bun.
"Killing is not my strength after all. Fortunately, I can practice the martial arts of longevity." Hong Yuan suddenly realized in his heart.
Hong Yuan looked at the sacred weapon Tianhe Sword in his hand and felt a little regretful.
The only holy weapon.
How many martial saints have been running around for a holy weapon throughout their lives, but in the end they still couldn't get it.
It would be a pity if Tianhe Sword and Kendo Incarnation died out.
"Buzz~"
The Tianhe Sword hums and sounds, facing death, it is as calm as the flood source, without any fear.
Hong Yuan's eyes were silent, like still water in an abyss, quiet but bottomless.
The saints who killed him were roaring, sneering, or vigilant.
They all surrounded Hong Yuan tightly, but they were afraid of Hong Yuan's dying counterattack.
The chilling atmosphere lasted for more than an hour, and the sun gradually rose. The morning light penetrated the nine days, and the golden ocean was illuminated by the light, making it bright and dazzling in an instant.
"Really, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow, right and wrong are all gone." Hong Yuan chuckled, his eyes firm, "But I want the green mountains to remain, and the sunset to be red!"
Facing the failure, Hong Yuan was already prepared.
Because the method of revenge he adopts is completely demonic. He does not cultivate good results, but only relies on profit, but he is also extremely talented and charming.
It can only be said that the development of things often does not follow human will.
Fortunately, he successfully killed those nine people.
"It's over..." Hong Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Tianhe Sword was also shining brightly.
"Hurry up and hand over the holy sword!"
"No, this guy is going to blow up the blessed land."
"Everyone, hurry up and don't let him fight back."
The saints came to oppress them, and just at this moment, a "rumbling" sound came, and the solid blue sky space trembled.
An ancient chariot full of dilapidated air, made of silver, engraved with dense patterns of the destiny black bird, was pulled by nine powerful unicorn beasts, wind and thunder symphony, and the sky trembled.
"Bo Qing, wait a minute." Tang Xi shouted.
Hong Yuan looked at Tang Xi, who was as bright as a goddess, and stopped at the crumbling blessed land.
The destiny black bird is a characteristic of the royal family of the Daxuan Dynasty.
The incarnation of Kendo seems to have a way to survive! ?
"I didn't say you can leave!" Wu Sheng Ansheng waved the golden yin and yang fish path diagram, and a gray and black light fell down.
"Hmph." On the silver chariot, the old man in gray snorted, and the black light disappeared immediately.
The aura of an eighth-level Martial Saint slowly emerged, like the coming of the sun, like the resurgence of chaos, extremely terrifying, wisps of energy squeezing the space, the space could not bear the heavy pressure, and cracks appeared.
The martial saints in the field frowned and looked at the old man in gray in confusion.
A martial saint who was familiar with ancient books even hesitated and said, "Tang Tianyi!?"
The other martial saints were shocked when they heard this, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"How could it be Tang Tianyi? Tang Tianyi is the ninth Daxuan Emperor."
"Didn't it mean that Tang Tianyi's attempt to establish the Supreme Luck Dynasty was forced to backfire and he died halfway?"
"The divine source is definitely sealed with the divine source. Don't be afraid, he won't survive long."
Tang Tianyi's eyes wandered, staring at the more active Dian Ting Martial Saint.
Only a flash of crimson energy appeared, and the Lightning Martial Saint volleyed into the air and set himself on fire. Even if he activated all kinds of magical means, it was useless.
"My Daxuan royal family is going to take Bo Qing away today, let's see who dares to stop him." Tang Tianyi said quietly, with the aura of being the only one in the world rushing towards him.
It is true that when Tang Tianyi was still in charge of the Daxuan Dynasty, all the major overlord sects succumbed to the flourishing central dynasty.
Imperial spirit needs the environment to develop.
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