The sky was getting brighter, and a ray of sunshine finally rose in the night, illuminating the devastated Imperial City of Daxia.
The roosters crow in the fields, and morning comes.
The morning light shone into the capital, and countless yellow paper thunder symbols burned themselves into ashes. The breeze blew and scattered in every corner without a trace. Everything returned to calm. Everyone hoped that what happened last night was just a nightmare, but Seeing the shattered palace walls and the heavy casualties of the Forbidden Army, the shadow in people's minds still lingered.
"Oh my God! My king's palace is finished!"
"How much does this cost?"
Very early in the morning, a cry for father and mother came out.
People probably never imagined that in such a noble and solemn place, there would be people who would be miserable and crying for poverty.
After dawn, King Yan Yunping looked at the ruins of the Golden Dragon Palace in front of him, with only the ruins of the pavilions and gardens left. He felt like he had endured ten thousand blows, and he couldn't stop trembling in his heart. Oh, money! It's all silver! White money!
The Golden Dragon Hall, which represents the political center of Great Xia, completely collapsed. Only a broken dragon chair could be vaguely seen in the ruins, and there was a shoe print on it. People would not know who stepped on it. Anyway, the dragon chair must have been I can’t sit down anymore and I have to make a new one.
King Yan Yu Yunping stared blankly around, feeling distressed no matter how he looked at it. If he couldn't see how the palace was destroyed in the middle of the night, and could only hear the crashing sound of collapse, after that daybreak, what he saw would be called a Clearly!
He was half kneeling on the ground, holding the pieces of rubble on the ground, with tears in his eyes.
The Golden Dragon Palace is gone.
The Hall of Cultivation of the Heart is gone too.
All the important halls are gone!
That great protector of the raven, not even the powerful golden elixir masters of the Immortal Sect can do anything to him!
"Your Highness, fortunately, the late emperor's coffin is still preserved."
The Tsing Yi counselor led the remaining imperial troops to investigate one by one, and finally came up with the results and reported them.
King Yan Yunping waved his hands, thinking, how can a coffin compare to these glazed crystal tiles and jade pillars in the Qiong Palace.
But then I thought about it.
Your father died, haven't you cried yet?
"My father! You died so miserably!"
"Damn Raven Cult, I am at odds with you!"
The King of Yan, Yu Yunping, immediately ran to the coffin carried by the Forbidden Army, howling loudly, heartbroken and miserable. He hated the Raven Cult deeply and clamored to avenge his father.
In fact, what worried him more was how much it would cost to arrange a funeral!
Yu Yunping was still crying, but another group of forbidden soldiers came to the side and dragged over a handsome young man with his eyes closed and his face pale.
"Report! A corpse was found, it must be King Qin!"
After hearing the report, Yu Yunping was stunned for a moment, and then he threw himself on the other party, bursting with runny nose and crying.
"My dear brother! Why are you like this, damn Raven Protector!"
King Yan was crying here, and the surrounding imperial troops, serving maids, eunuchs, and counselors in green lowered their heads and showed no other signs, just watching him cry.
I don’t know, but I really thought these two brothers were so harmonious.
Poor King Yu Shihuang of Qin, who appeared to be a soldier all his life, wanted to prove himself, but was plotted by others. During the chaos last night, he was banned from cultivation and had no one to protect him. He tried to escape, but was affected by the battle in the sky and collapsed. The palace wall was crushed to death, but the dignified eldest son ended up like this.
"Your Highness, the enthronement ceremony will begin soon."
Seeing that His Highness King Yan was still crying, the counselor in green glanced at the sun and reminded him in a low voice.
Yu Yunping then stood up and explained with choked sobs: "So that the bodies of my father and brother can be arranged and buried after he ascends the throne."
Then he took a step forward and ascended the throne.
Yu Yunping left the imperial city and came to the city. His crying suddenly stopped, he squeezed his eyes tiredly and rubbed his face.
At this time, the counselor in green on the side couldn't help but wonder: "Your Highness, this may not be done by the Raven Cult, right?"
Yu Yunping stared at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "Is this important?"
"We must find a culprit for this matter and give an explanation to all the people in the world!"
Above the Tianwu Gate of the Imperial City.
Yu Yunping looked at the civil and military ministers who were being carried away by the Forbidden Army below, as well as the people in the capital who were gradually emerging, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Witnessed by the clan's mansion, the emperor's relatives, and hundreds of civil and military officials, the enthronement ceremony was held normally, although the material conditions were a bit shabby, but the proper etiquette was still required.
A full hour passed before the enthronement ceremony ended.
And at the moment it ends.
A huge dragon shadow appeared above the imperial capital of Daxia, roaring towards the sky. Among the clouds and mist, there were deer antlers and dragon whiskers, but they were much smaller than the majestic red-eyed golden dragon on Yu Daocheng before. Skinny appearance.
The dragon shadow in the sky is hidden above the palace, guarding the destiny of the country.
Of course ordinary people couldn't hear the roar of the dragon, but Yin Nanyu in the withered tree courtyard in the capital seemed to feel it.
The statue of Crow Immortal in front of her shone slightly, and she narrowed her eyes toward the sky.
"A short-lived dragon, just mediocre."
In an inn thousands of miles away from the capital.
Zhao Huai sat on the bed, recuperating.
During the battle with Xu Muchen, he had fully charged his sword, but found that he could not kill the young man in Taoist robes, and the true energy in his body was about to be exhausted.
If there is no victory, Qianli Qiu will not be able to stack up and his true energy will not be restored.
If he continued to fight, he would definitely lose, so he simply retreated. Anyway, the purpose of this trip had been achieved, and there was no need to stay for a long time.
After leaving the capital, all the spiritual power that Zhao Huai had accumulated after facing thousands of enemies was gone, and his spiritual power also quietly dissipated.
After the battle ended, the momentum dissipated, but the momentum on his body could not be retained after all.
The cultivation level superimposed on the Killing Sword Fate is never your own and can only be temporarily improved. Only the power of your own cultivation can keep you grounded.
Even so, he gained a lot from this trip to the capital.
There are many insights brought about by the improvement of cultivation, including cultivation and spiritual ones. Among them, the swordsmanship touched him the most.
Two swords caught the world's attention last night. One sword was named Guanri, and the other sword was named Yalong.
Looking at the vision of a blazing sun in the sky, I could vaguely feel the path to the golden elixir.
The pressure of the dragon is derived from the fate of shaking the dragon. One sword is used to crush the dragon, and it contains a powerful momentum.
Among them, [Swordsman] has also been significantly improved.
Originally, the sword-nurturing energy in his body was only as thick as a chopstick, but now after swinging these two swords, it actually expanded to the width of a fist.
Even though the appearance doesn't change much, the actual power is all on the inside.
Only after using it did I know that, to use an analogy, Zhao Huai originally felt that the power of his sword moves was only as high as his chest. After using the sword-raising energy, it increased a lot and reached the roof.
[Swordsman] can increase the power of each sword, allowing him to deal with enemies with ease, and raising the upper limit of swordsmanship.
ps: As expected, there is another chapter. Let me report the results. The first order is 800. In the next few days, it should reach 1,000, which is about the same as I expected. Keep writing. The only thing that is strange is that the first order for the first chapter is actually 1,000. It's not as high as Chapter 5, a full difference of more than a hundred. Anyway, I didn't think about it.
