The arena of the heavens.
In front of the Blackwater River.
Zong Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty stared at the live broadcast screen with an ugly face, the proud Emperor Sun Quan of Wu, and the emperors who were sarcastic in the chat interface.
He said in a cold tone:
"Yuan Mingzong, didn't you say that only with my consent can those emperors go to the Yongzheng Dynasty?"
"Then why did Emperor Wu come to my Yongzheng Dynasty!"
Yuan Mingzong and Shihen smiled awkwardly and said with guilty conscience:
"Ahem...I forgot. There is a space boat in the chat group mall, and you can enter and exit at will through all dynasties."
"How about we go back first? Then Sun Quan, the great emperor of Wu, practiced martial arts and was invulnerable to swords. He is very powerful."
Emperor Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty was almost angered to death by this idiot Yuan Mingzong. What kind of emperor is Sun Quan, the great emperor of Wu?
Is he actually worthy of letting his teacher return to the court? Wanted with all his strength? If this matter spreads, wouldn't he become a joke?
at this time.
I saw ripples in the Blackwater River, a huge dragon head protruding from the water, followed closely by a huge dragon body.
The sky suddenly turned dark, Qing Shi Zong Yinzhen and others looked up one after another, their expressions changed greatly!
The dragon's eyes swept across the river. Zong Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty, who was blessed with the destiny of an emperor, finally landed in the endless tents not far away, and said majestically:
"How dare a mortal dare to act so recklessly in my Blackwater River! Why don't you pay tribute quickly?"
"This dragon can still spare you, otherwise, in a rage, I will make you bury your bones in the Blackwater River!"
In an instant, the Manchu generals and the two hundred thousand troops in the camp were all frightened by the dragon flying in the sky.
Many people subconsciously knelt on the ground and begged for mercy:
"It's the divine dragon!!! Please forgive me, the divine dragon!"
"Escort! Hurry, escort!"
"Your Majesty, retreat quickly!"
…
Zong Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty frowned and looked at the ministers who were so frightened that they knelt down and begged for mercy. Under the protection of their personal guards, they returned to the camp.
Unexpectedly, the camp was also in chaos, and he ordered:
"Come on, beat the drum!"
"Dong dong dong"
As the heavy drum beat spread throughout the camp, all the soldiers gathered together in fear, fearing that if there was a slight delay, His Majesty would kill the nine tribes.
When the ninth son of Jinghe Dragon King, Dragon King, saw that he had only revealed his true form, he was so frightened that the mortal ants knelt down and begged for mercy.
He returned to the water proudly, ready to wait for the tribute to be delivered to his door automatically.
If it had had its past temper, none of these mortals would have survived, but now it was the great calamity of the Journey to the West, and he had to act with the people who were seeking Buddhist scriptures.
If Buddhism's plan was ruined, he would never survive.
…
At the same time, Han Emperor Liu Bang and other emperors withdrew one after another and watched the excitement of the Manchu barbarians seriously.
In the chat group.
Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty: Emperor Shizong of the Qing Dynasty, how could a mere little loach scare your army of 200,000 into such a state?
Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty: I said, if you encounter trouble in the human world, feel free to report my name.
Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty: You can say that you are the adopted son of Prime Minister Ao of Shituoling...forget it, you might as well say that you are a slave.
Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty: Otherwise, your army of 200,000 will never come back~
Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty: Barbarian, do you need me to rescue you? You are a poor and impoverished man in the Qing Dynasty, so you don’t expect to be able to come up with any panacea.
Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty: Why don't you kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to me as a big gift~
Zhu Qizhen, Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty: Yes, yes, I can also take Wei Guogong and others to rescue you. You only need to surrender with a jade in hand.
Zhao Guangyi, Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty: Zixiziz... Unexpectedly, Qing Shizong, who claimed to be a hero, would be defeated in his first personal expedition~
Zhao Guangyi, Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty: How long would it take for a golden fairyland monster to swallow an army of 200,000 people?
Emperor Wu of Wei Cao Cao: Half an hour?
Song Gaozong Zhao Gou: So much, so much, in a moment!
Ming Sizong Zhu Youjian: In my opinion, it takes three hours, and everyone is a barbarian with a money rat tail.
Zhu Youjian, Emperor Sizong of the Ming Dynasty: I'm afraid this little loach will vomit after taking one bite.
Sima Zhong, Emperor Hui of Jin Dynasty: Emperor Shizong of Qing Dynasty, I can also help you.
…
The arena of the heavens.
Manchu camp.
Zong Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty listened to the cynicism of the emperors with a livid face, and said coldly:
"I am the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, how can I beg for mercy from you and others?"
"It's just a little loach. Do you really think you can stop me?"
Immediately.
Following the order from Zong Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty, an army of 200,000 troops pushed thousands of Hongyi cannons and arrived in front of the Heishui River in uniform order.
The dark muzzle was aimed at the Blackwater River in front of him.
The generals were so frightened that their expressions changed, and they knelt down and admonished:
"Your Majesty, you can't! That's a divine dragon!"
"Your Majesty, the so-called tributes are nothing more than ordinary wine and delicacies. You must not be disrespectful to the dragon!"
Yuan Mingzong and Shihen were also frightened and turned pale, begging:
"Qing Shizong, don't, don't…don't go and die. In the worst case, you will take the name of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty."
"It's okay to endure the calm for a while. This dragon is a great demon in the Golden Immortal Realm. It eats people without spitting out their bones!"
…
Zong Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty frowned and scolded:
"Do I need you to teach me how to behave? Shut up! Anyone who dares to persuade me will have all nine tribes killed!"
"Preach my will and level the Blackwater River!!!"
…
Blackwater river bottom.
The dragon transformed into a human form, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said to himself:
"It's strange. Why do all those mortals have such strange hair? It's like a rat's tail. It's really ugly."
"Most of them are mortals from a small country who come from some remote country. I can have a good meal this time."
"I wonder when the person who wants to learn the scriptures will come? This great catastrophe of Journey to the West is too complicated, and it is far less easy than the last catastrophe..."
Sudden.
The deafening sound of artillery sounded, and the dragon was frightened to look up at the sky. He mistakenly thought that there was a monster crossing the tribulation nearby, and was about to go out to have a look.
Thousands of projectiles fell into the Blackwater River, causing the entire Blackwater River to become turbulent.
Out of curiosity, the Dragon Dragon flew out of the Dragon Palace, and with a wave of his hand, he caught a round projectile.
With a gentle squeeze, he flattened the projectile and said in confusion:
"Strange, what is this? Why did it fall into the Blackwater River?"
A few seconds later, there was another deafening sound of artillery. Hearing this, the dragon became irritated and jumped out of the water.
The sky was clear and there were no monsters or gods fighting.
On the contrary, the mortals just now were all lined up a few miles away from the shore, and the weapons they used were not ordinary swords.
Instead, they were all lumps of iron. Looking at them, Tailong muttered:
"Don't these mortals want to use those iron lumps as tribute? They can't even afford three thousand boys and girls?"
the other side.
Zong Yinzhen of the Qing Dynasty saw a man with a dragon's head standing on the Black Water River and decisively ordered:
"It is my decree that anyone who can hit the man who transforms into a divine dragon will be rewarded with ten thousand gold!"
After a while, after the imperial edict spread throughout the army, thousands of red cannons were aimed at the man with the body of a dragon.
"Boom boom boom"
Thousands of projectiles whizzed by!
(End of chapter)
