Daxuan Palace, with red walls and yellow tiles, is magnificent.
Originally, there were many towering trees and shady green trees outside the palace, but later they were cut down for the safety of the palace.
At this moment, in the waiting hall outside the palace, Jian Shen Hong Yuan looked at the little eunuch who was leaving quickly, waiting silently.
There is a clear blue pool in the waiting hall. The water is clear and dotted with lotus flowers. The swimming figure of the carp makes little ripples. Under the shining of the stars, it is instantly beautiful.
Hong Yuan just stood quietly in the hall, observing the swimming carps and thinking about things.
He was wearing a blue robe, with a handsome face and a gentle temperament. Behind him, the little maids couldn't help but peek at him.
To be attracted by the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, Hong Yuan's sword's skin is first-class, and he also obtained the swordsmanship of the Eternal Green Lotus in the "Eternal Green Lotus Dreamland", which is mysterious and The profound cold temperament is enough to make the hearts of these little palace maids confined in the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard ripple and their eyes flicker.
"emperor…"
"Supreme Luck..."
Hong Yuan lowered his eyes, and various thoughts flowed through his heart.
In fact, he also had the idea of establishing a national power and collecting various resources for himself.
After all, he, Hong Yuangui, had once been the overlord of the four directions, conquering and plundering in the endless sea, so he naturally understood the benefits of being a monarch.
It was just that after his demon body became the destiny of the demon clan, he climbed to the top of the human race's demon-slaying list, and the human race was eyeing him.
If his demonic body dares to leave the Dragon Sacred Land, he will inevitably face a violent attack, and his safety will not be guaranteed at all!
Therefore, he had no choice but to press down on the idea of establishing a demon kingdom.
Unexpectedly, his former defeated general Li Jianqiu actually had the idea of establishing a demon kingdom.
And this is exactly why Hong Yuan placed the Purple Golden Thorns' three major targets on Li Jianqiu.
He wanted to wait until Li Jianqiu died due to longevity and accept Li Jianqiu's inheritance!
Half an hour later.
"What took so long?"
Hong Yuan suddenly frowned and glanced at the red wall of the palace, as if he wanted to see through the Weiyang Palace where Emperor Daxuan was.
Weiyang Palace.
Antique and solemn.
At this time, Emperor Daxuan raised his head and looked sideways at the bright moon with an indifferent expression.
Behind him stood Princess Feng, the Prince and other royal family members. The little eunuch who was delivering the message was kneeling on the bluestone, respectfully waiting for Emperor Daxuan's instructions.
Finally, Emperor Daxuan spoke in a calm tone:
"Emperor Longyang once said: 'Everything in the world is the land of the king. On the shore of the land, there is nothing but the ministers of the king'."
"Since Bo Qing has entered my Daxuan, he must abide by the rules of my Daxuan. Even if he is a blue dragon, he must be coiled by me, and if he is a white tiger, he must be laid down by me."
"Even if he is the genius of Donghuang Academy and a famous swordsman in the five continents, this should be the case. Now, I want to kill his prowess so that he can understand his status."
"Xi'er, An Shi, do you know?"
After he finished speaking, a powerful force came from Emperor Daxuan, and the atmosphere in the venue was extremely depressing.
Princess Feng Tang Xi and Prince Tang Anshi both had their hearts skipped a beat and quickly bowed their heads in agreement.
The princes and princesses behind them were even more unbearable, their bodies trembling.
This is Emperor Daxuan using the reputation of Jiaojianhou "Bo Qing" to defeat Princess Feng and the prince who have become saints.
Emperor Daxuan understands, and so do Princess Feng and the Prince!
After all, saints and mortals are really two worlds.
There is a distinction between saints and mortals, and becoming a saint proves that one has the ability to travel across the five divine continents.
The most basic thing is that one's lifespan has been greatly increased, not to mention the transformation of one's strength.
Therefore, Emperor Daxuan had to beat his own princes and daughters to prevent them from having irrebellious thoughts.
"Father, you are really old. A saint cannot be humiliated." Prince Tang Anshi was disdainful and looked at the figure of Emperor Daxuan with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
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.
Her phoenix eyes were lowered, and a cold light suddenly appeared in the depths of her eyes, thinking: "Today, the sects in various places occupy the land and are kings, and the people of the dynasty are miserable and displaced. But the king's father still treats Bo Qing like this, thinking about fighting for power and profit, this dim In this world of peace, I, Tang Xi, must reverse it."
Everyone in the field has different thoughts and evil intentions.
Even if the front line is retreating steadily, they still put themselves first and put their awareness of the overall situation at the rear.
But at this moment, a little palace lady came in a hurry and brought a message from "Bo Qing" to leave the palace and go to Donghuang Academy.
"Jiao Jianhou said that he would come to attend the morning court the next day." Little Gong'e timidly said with a trembling voice, her forehead pressed tightly to the ground, not daring to raise her head at all.
Because at this moment, Emperor Daxuan's eyes were fierce and seemed to bite people, and his thunderous power was brewing.
Boom——
There was a loud noise, and the exquisite wine bottle instantly fell apart. A small splash of wine containing rich fairy spirit splashed onto the little Gong'e, who was so frightened that the little Gong'e kowtowed repeatedly.
"Bastard, bastard!"
"This thief has no king, no father and no country!"
"You evil thief, I shouldn't have saved you from fire and water that day!!!"
Emperor Daxuan looked ferocious and extremely terrifying.
As if his heart was going to explode with "Bo Qing", he repeatedly reprimanded "Bo Qing" for having no sense of family and country and being ungrateful.
On the other side.
Seeing Emperor Daxuan's angry performance, Princess Feng and the prince quickly lowered their heads to show their submission.
But in their hearts, they curled their lips and had the same thought:
"Pretending, still pretending, who wants to use Bo Qing to scare us? Father Jun, you are really old, it's time to abdicate and give way to someone worthy of you!"
…
Donghuang Academy is hidden inside the Eight Dragon Mountains, and only those who are destined and capable are not allowed to enter.
Here the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, the wind is gentle and the sun is bright, surrounded by fairy mist, the weather is strange, and there are even waterfalls flying in the sky. The trees are ancient and vigorous, full of vitality.
That night, Hong Yuan's sword came to the gate of Donghuang Academy.
A very simple wooden door that can only be opened by beings recognized by Shushan and inheriting the spirit of humanity.
The dim starlight shines under Hong Yuan's blue robe, making Hong Yuan even more otherworldly.
"Squeak——"
Hong Yuan used a little force with his hands, and he easily pushed the wooden door open.
It was at this time that he saw an unexpected figure.
Zhang Yinghe!
The passionate young man who was recognized by Shushan and inherited the true meaning of blood.
But unlike the scrawny and timid boy back then, Zhang Yinghe now has a resolute face, a calm demeanor, and a tall and straight figure, as if he has thousands of things in his heart.
Compared with hot-blooded, he is obviously more cold-blooded.
Zhang Yinghe's current cultivation level is at the peak of the fifth level. If nothing else, he came here to break through to the realm of the saint.
"Bo Qing...senior brother?" Zhang Yinghe said hesitantly.
Hong Yuan had a smile in his eyes and nodded slightly: "You can call me that."
It's a strange feeling to have old friends in front of you but not know each other.
In addition, it was even more wonderful that he got a chance to use the sword because of Zhang Ying.
…
…
The sky has just dawned and the red sun has not yet risen, but Daxuan Capital City is already bustling with activity.
Carriages of officials from all walks of life raced quickly on the streets of the capital, just to attend the court meeting on time.
As the war on the frontline became more urgent, everyone knew that Emperor Daxuan was not in a good mood right now.
The news that Jiao Jianhou "Bo Qing" returned to Beijing yesterday added a bit of excitement to today's morning meeting.
In this context, no official wants to delay the morning court, whether it is the first or second or third grade.
At the parliament meeting.
The newly arrived officials wanted to go southeast and return to their previous positions. But the next moment, he was pulled directly by his old acquaintance and squeezed to the east.
"Don't go there. Didn't you see Jiao Jianhou alone there?"
Words like these vaguely reached Hong Yuan's ears.
Hong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he stood proudly beside the red pillar, occupying the huge territory in the southeast alone. He was aloof and arrogant, in sharp contrast to the other ministers.
It was not that he was overbearing, but that all the officials in the palace avoided him, which was why such a situation was created.
"This is the first time I have seen the legendary imperial assembly." Hong Yuan felt a little strange and felt the atmosphere seriously.
Half an hour later.
Emperor Daxuan arrived, and under his orders, officials gradually surrounded Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan was not treated any differently——
The process went smoothly and there was no chaos.
Whenever someone reads Hong Yuan's book and Hong Yuan thinks that someone is going to target him, different officials will defend him.
The turn of events was beyond Hong Yuan's imagination.
He thought something special would happen today.
But as a result, others looked at him more and more.
"We have been apart for three days. We should treat each other with admiration. He is indeed a saint who is famous in the five major divine continents. He actually makes me feel a little threatened. He has only been promoted to a saint for less than a hundred years..." Emperor Daxuan was evaluating the chores. , while looking at Hong Yuan with his peripheral vision.
"Jiaojianhou, Jiaojianhou, I hope you won't be involved with Ximei anymore. As long as you no longer help Ximei compete with me for the throne, one day when I ascend the throne, I will make you a king with a different surname!" Prince Tang Anshi's eyes Glancing slightly, he looked sideways at Hong Yuan's blue-robed figure and thought to himself.
Princess Tang Xi's jade hands in the wide white palace dress suddenly clenched tightly, as if thinking of a bright future, her eyes suddenly lit up for a moment:
"If you seek peace with peace, you will perish in peace. If you seek peace with struggle, you will survive in peace. I must draw all the forces I can to my side. Brother Bo Qing, please join me in creating a prosperous dynasty."
In this way, Hong Yuan passed the court meeting calmly.
The meeting ends.
Hong Yuan followed several other princes and princes who were also going to fight, and rushed towards the front line.
…
ahead.
The military camp of the Daxuan Dynasty was held in a large tent, where the saints discussed matters.
They are all troubled by General Bai Xiangxuan of Fengxi Sect and the Holy Formation of "Ancient Nian Beasts and Rivers of Time".
"General Bai Xiangxuan's strength is top-notch, and he can even fight against seventh-level overhauls. In addition, with the blessing of the 'Ancient Nian Beast Year River' holy formation, and with him guarding the Tianhai Pass, we simply cannot conquer it. Unless, we take We risk our lives to forcefully break the formation." Marquis Mulan said seriously.
Langdaohou sighed softly: "I can fight against General Bai Xiangxuan, but you don't know how powerful the 'Ancient Nian Beast Year River' holy formation is. If you pass the sixth level, you will undoubtedly die, and no matter how many people are there, it will be useless. Zong The Sect Alliance, this is showing its true ability.”
"You still have the nerve to say that this is not all your problem. Who asked you to kill Qing Huo Pain!?" Hearing this, Marquis Yanyang suddenly became furious and furious.
"The sword has no eyes, can you blame me? You mean to let me die!" Langdao Hou scolded him directly.
Seeing that another scolding scene was about to take place, all the saints in the field turned their heads. Look at your nose with your eyes, look at your heart with your nose, and pretend you don't see it.
Long-lived Kung Fu means long-lasting Kung Fu. Kung Fu is endless, but life is your own.
The matters of gambling on life should be left to the saints of the Daxuan royal family.
It just so happened that Marquis Yanyang and Marquis Langdao were both saints of the royal family, and they shouldered the responsibility of leading the war situation.
Let them handle how to conquer the Tianhaiguan Pass guarded by General Bai Xiangxuan!
Two days later.
Hong Yuan Jian Shen and several other martial saints have arrived at the military camp, and the saints are discussing matters again.
In the large tent of the military camp, Hong Yuan was sitting in the lower left corner, sitting quietly, watching the saints directing the country and dividing the duties.
"Marquis Ming Yue, go and conquer the Shaheguan Pass guarded by the Fire Dragon Sect."
"Marquis Muluan, go and conquer the Yuyu Pass guarded by the Huangsha Sect."
"..."
Tasks were assigned one by one by Marquis Langdao, and the saints nodded.
When it was Hong Yuan's turn, Langdaohou suddenly paused for a moment, and then said slowly:
"I have always heard that Jiaojian Hou is a genius with unrivaled talents. Not only did he enter the Donghuang Academy, but he also performed outstandingly in the war between the two clans. Your combat power is rare in the world, and you can be said to be invincible in the same realm. You are truly the emperor's Capital…”
Listening to Langdao Hou constantly praising him, Hong Yuan slowly placed his right hand on the hilt of the Tianhe Sword.
Acting like this must be something you want, and there are many risks.
Could it be that he, Hong Yuan, was used as a spearman?
At this moment, towards Lang Daohou, Hong Yuan's murderous intent was building up in his heart, and his eyes were dark.
"The Holy One must have great expectations when he sends you here, and wants you to have the final say. In that case, Marquis Jiaojian, go and break through the Tianhai Pass guarded by Fengxi Sect!" Marquis Langdao said with a smile. Looking at Hong Yuan.
But all the saints in the field felt a chill.
This is a naked conspiracy, and it is clear that Hong Yuan's sword will be put in danger.
In the eyes of everyone, Hong Yuan's sword was not easy to refuse.
Because Hong Yuan's sword body was indeed saved by the Daxuan Dynasty, and he was also the genius of Donghuang Academy and the master of the Dream Seed, there was a high probability that he would be able to enter the Heavenly Palace.
As long as Hong Yuan Jian Shen is a little ambitious, he will not refuse this task, because that will make him bear the reputation of "ungrateful" and "without a king and a father", which will cause obstacles to his future.
A few days ago, Hong Yuan might have felt a little embarrassed by Langdao Hou's suggestion.
Because he didn't want to let down the Fengxi Sect, not to mention that General Bai Xiangxuan was his master, but at that time, he really coveted the position of leader of the human race.
But on the night when Qinghuo Martial Saint died, Hong Yuan suddenly realized:
"In the world of warriors, there is no need to be too elaborate."
Therefore, he decided that the sword should still follow the path of demons and give up the idea of becoming the leader of the human race.
But the sword body cannot become the leader of the human race, which does not mean that the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint has no chance to become the leader of the human race!
Therefore, now that he heard Langdao Hou's malicious arrangements, Hong Yuan smiled, with a gentle smile, like a spring breeze.
Clang!
The Tianhe Sword was unsheathed and pointed at Langdaohou.
"Want me, Bo Qing, to die? Let me have your sweet spring and autumn dream!"
"Bo Qing..."
"If you have anything to say..."
"mix…"
The saints were horrified and quickly withdrew from the military tent.
Langdao Hou was angered by Hong Yuan's attitude, but before he could react, a sharp sword light that could shatter the stars struck, the divine sound was deafening, and the momentum was extraordinary.
"How is that possible!?" Langdaohou's pupils shrank suddenly, his limbs became cold, and a chill rushed from his spine into his mind.
Facing Hong Yuan's blow, Langdaohou felt the breath of death. He roared crazily in his heart, but his body couldn't make any effective response at all.
Hong Yuan's move was fast, fast, fast, too fast!
Click——
A breaking sound sounded.
The holy weapon of Kuanglangdao on Langdaohou's waist shattered with a sound, turned into powder, and was covertly swallowed by the Tianhe Sword.
quiet.
Dead silence.
The saints looked at Hong Yuan blankly, and even Marquis Yanyang was startled by Hong Yuan.
"Hmph, is my sword sharp?" Hong Yuan raised the corner of his mouth, rebellious.
He waved the Tianhe Sword to make a sword flower, and said coldly: "If there is a next time, it will be hard to say. Remember, what I, Bo Qing, have to deal with is the Taoist Guanhai of Qinglu Taoist Temple!"
Hong Yuan looked around. The martial saints of the Great Xuan Dynasty all turned their heads and turned their gazes. No one dared to face him.
It can only be said that at a time when the eighth-level saints were not willing to use it because of their respective backgrounds, Hong Yuan's swordsmanship was too advantageous and was enough to defeat the enemy beyond the level.
After a cold snort, Hong Yuan stepped lightly with his sword and left outside.
It was not long after he left that the voices of scolding Hong Yuan's sword broke out in the military tent.
"The devil's thief, the devil's thief!"
"It's simply lawless and lawless!!"
"I told you that these demon cultivators cannot be trusted. Look, look!"
"..."
Langdao Hou looked dull and did not interrupt the saints' rebuke of Hong Yuan's sword.
He looked at his waist in disbelief. In the past, the sacred weapon he regarded as life, the Wild Wave Knife, was turned into powder in one fell swoop! ?
This is a sacred weapon! ! !
"Bo Qing——" Langdaohou came back to his senses, his face was ferocious, his hands were clenched, his nails dug into his hands, and blood was protruding.
At this moment, he felt resentful and afraid of Hong Yuan's sword.
He resented Hongyuan Sword's wanton and lawless demonic ways. But at the same time, he was afraid of the powerful strength of Hong Yuan's sword and worried about the revenge of Hong Yuan's sword.
All the saints in the field had to admit that Hong Yuan's sword gave them a little bit of a demonic shock, and their behavior was too perverse!
(End of chapter)
