"My lord, be mighty and magnify our country..."
The humans on the shore saw through the rippling water the miserable state of Prime Minister Turtle's dying state under the water, and burst into cheers, thinking that the Minister of Rites had been hiding his strength, so he could defeat Prime Minister Turtle.
But as Haoran's righteous light faded away, the Minister of Rites sitting cross-legged on the ground was revealed.
I saw that his beard and hair were all white, his appearance was withered, the sea of Qi in his chest had been completely broken, and all Haoran's righteousness had been exhausted, turning him into a completely ordinary person.
It must have been that in the previous blow, all the vitality potential in the body had been merged into the phantom of the Confucian sage, so that this earth-shattering move could be made.
"grown ups!"
Many officials of the Ministry of Rites, with ashen faces, rushed in front of the Minister of Rites, and injected the weak Haoran righteousness in their bodies into his body, trying to keep him alive.
However, when everyone's awe-inspiring righteousness entered the body of the Minister of Rites, it disappeared without a trace in an instant like a mud cow entering the sea.
"Don't waste time. His Qi sea will shatter and his vitality will be exhausted. He will die in three days at most."
In mid-air, a green shadow flashed across the sky. The Green Dragon Demon King was holding the Prime Minister Turtle in one of his dragon claws, with a trace of schadenfreude flashing in his eyes.
In his eyes, these humble humans deserved to die even if they were all dead.
Many human monks glared at the Green Dragon Demon King, but they did not dare to speak nonsense, for fear that the Green Dragon Demon King would kill them.
After the Green Dragon Demon King finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the human race below. A ray of pure mana entered the body of Prime Minister Turtle to restore his injuries.
He is only responsible for protecting the safety of the wedding team. As for negotiating with the human race and other matters, he has to rely on Prime Minister Turtle. He does not want to waste time on these mundane matters.
A quarter of an hour later, Prime Minister Turtle woke up from his coma with the help of the Green Dragon Demon King.
"pain......."
Prime Minister Turtle groaned and opened his eyes.
He only felt a splitting pain on his turtle back. Although he could barely move or speak at this time, his body's injuries would not be able to recover for a hundred and eighty years.
At the same time, the Minister of Rites, whose eyes had been closed, reluctantly opened his eyes after taking the life-saving elixir given by an official of the Ministry of Rites.
"My lord, are you feeling better?"
Many officials from the Ministry of Rites surrounded the Minister of Rites and looked at him with concern.
"Ahem..."
The Minister of Rites coughed twice, and two jets of black and red blood sprayed out from his mouth again.
The blood was black and red, and it was obvious that his life was not long.
The Minister of Rites showed a trace of relief on his face, looked at the many officials of the Ministry of Rites, and said with a smile: "I'm fine."
But then he started coughing again. Although this life-saving pill could wake him up, it couldn't save him.
All his internal organs were burned, and the sea of qi was shattered. Even if the Master of the Medical Immortal Valley came here, he couldn't save him.
He was able to wake up at this time entirely due to his unyielding will.
At this moment, a strong wind blew by, and the Green Dragon Demon King appeared in front of the Minister of Rites, carrying the turtle Prime Minister.
Many officials from the Ministry of Rites quickly surrounded the Minister of Rites, fearing that the demon clan would kill him again.
"roll!"
The Green Dragon Demon King frowned, waved his dragon claw lightly, and a hurricane appeared out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, it pushed all the officials from the Ministry of Rites around him a hundred feet away.
After doing all this, he left Prime Minister Turtle behind and stood aside with his hands tied.
"Old thing, you can actually hurt me..."
Prime Minister Gu squatted in front of the Minister of Rites, looking at the dying Minister of Rites, his eyes full of hatred.
He was a dignified first-grade demon cultivator, but he was beaten up by a peak second-grade Confucian cultivator. If the Blue Dragon Demon King had not taken action, he would have died by now, how could he not hate it.
If this comes to the ears of the East China Sea Tribe, how will those water tribe demon cultivators who have always looked down on themselves laugh at themselves?
But he had never thought about how the consequences would have been caused if he had not spoken rudely and suppressed the human race present.
"Your Majesty... the Dragon-riding Martial Saint..."
The officials of the Ministry of Rites, who were a hundred feet away from here, wanted to save the Minister of Rites, but they were overwhelmed by the aura of the Green Dragon Demon King. As soon as he took a step forward, he was immediately crushed to the ground.
He could only keep chanting the names of these two people in his mouth. Now Daxuan, only these two people can stop the Green Dragon Demon King in front of him.
Hearing everyone shout out the name of the Dragon Riding Martial Saint, the Green Dragon Demon King's eyes flickered. He came to Daxuan on this trip, and he had another mission, which was to explore the background of Daxuan and see the rumored Dragon Riding Martial Saint. Holy, does it really exist.
After a long time, everything remained the same on the canal pier, and no miracle happened.
Several first-level monks from the Immortal Sect appeared around them, but they were intimidated by the strength of the Green Dragon Demon King and did not dare to approach.
Seeing this scene in front of him, the Minister of Rites wrote with despair, so it would be fine if the Dragon-riding Martial Saint did not come forward. Emperor Jiaming, as the master of Daxuan, did not stand up for Daxuan, which was very chilling.
In the Zizhu Garden, on the bronze mirror in front of the Zizhu layman, there is a picture of the canal pier.
Seeing that no one dared to attack the majestic power of the Green Dragon Demon King, Zizhu layman couldn't help but sigh.
"Since there is no one to step forward, I will do it."
His lifespan was less than three years, so even if he died in this battle, it would not be a loss.
Therefore, in this battle, he has fought with the determination to die, and must restore the dignity of the human race.
"I appeared on the canal dock within thirty feet."
As his voice rang out and his words followed, his figure immediately turned into nothingness, and he was about to leave the Purple Bamboo Garden.
However, at this moment, a mysterious force fell around Zizhuyuan, interrupting his movement technique.
? ? ?
Master Zizhu looked confused. At this moment, a mysterious figure appeared in front of him and blocked his way.
"Who are you?"
"Why did you stop me?"
A trace of solemnity flashed across the face of Zizhu layman. The mysterious figure in front of him broke through his words and words with a wave of his hand. His strength was only superior to his own.
And when his spiritual consciousness swept across it, the open space in front of him seemed to be empty.
If this mysterious figure hadn't really stood in front of him, he would have almost thought that there was no such person at all.
This made him feel even more nervous. Could it be that the Dragon Clan was preparing to invade Daxuan on a large scale and specially sent experts to stop him?
...
Almost at the same time, Liu Sheng, who had been living in seclusion for many years, Chongyang Zhenren of Quanzhen Tao, and other half-step transcendental or first-level monks, showed off their magical powers and rushed to the canal dock. However, they were stopped by a mysterious man on the way and had to return. A place of practice.
Seeing that the Dragon-riding Martial Saint never showed up, the Green Dragon Demon King suddenly felt bored.
He winked, and Prime Minister Turtle understood. Three-foot-long sharp claws slowly appeared on the turtle's claws, and there was a cold green light on the claws, which was breathtaking.
"The nameless person who is immortal under the claws of this Prime Minister, what is your name?"
Prime Minister Turtle looked down at the Minister of Rites sitting cross-legged in front of him, with a cruel smile on his face.
Even though the man in front of him only had three days to live, it still wanted to kill him with its own hands to avenge the fact that it had almost killed him just now.
At this time, the Minister of Rites no longer gave up any hope of survival. He carefully arranged his Confucian shirt from top to bottom with his hands, straightened his waist, and said with tears: "Your Majesty, the old minister Zhuo Yungui, is Daxuan. So loyal!"
As the tortoise claws of Prime Minister Turtle fell down, the Minister of Rites looked towards the north of Xuanyang in the distance.
There is the Xuanyang Palace, the residence of Emperor Jiaming.
"I am loyal to Daxuan!"
"I am loyal to Daxuan!"
The huge Xuanyang City seemed to be trembling slightly under the call of Zhuo Yungui, the Minister of Rites.
"Die!"
Prime Minister Turtle's face looked ferocious, and his sharp claws clawed at Zhuo Yungui's head.
In the next breath, it seemed that the yellow and white thing was about to spurt out.
Seeing that Zhuo Yungui was about to die on the spot, a majestic voice suddenly sounded outside Xuanyang City: "Dragon Palace envoy, enter the city quickly."
The voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present, and there was a hint of anger in it.
It's Emperor Jiaming.
