In the sky, Su Ming was leaning on the clouds, galloping at a leisurely pace. Monk Wangchen stepped on the flying sword and reluctantly followed behind him.
"Oh, it seems that you are really not good at playing with swords." He glanced at Wangchen and sighed softly.
"Compared with practicing, I still prefer to meditate." Monk Wangchen showed a look of embarrassment on his face and said with a naive smile. Although Su Ming threw him a lot of magic tricks, he still had no realm. The talent in this area is indeed not very good.
"Okay, I won't force you anymore." Su Ming shook his head, flicked his sleeves, and a white light fell on the clouds, turning into a white tiger. The wind and clouds gathered under its claws. When it saw Su Ming, its huge tiger eyes were full of With joy, she pawed and rubbed against him excitedly.
After it was brought out of the Royal Forest Garden, it had just absorbed the energy and blood of many great demons and had not digested them, so it had been sleeping.
Su Ming rubbed its head a few times. The excellent touch made him couldn't help but give it a few more strokes. "Xiao Bai, carry him well."
Although he was very reluctant to leave, Xiaobai still raised his paws and left him to come to Monk Wangchen. It widened its eyes and looked at Monk Wangchen. Feeling the weak aura of the human in front of it, it glanced at him with contempt. , and then reluctantly lay down.
But his eyes were staring at Monk Wangchen unblinkingly, as if to say: Dare you go up and try.
This behavior made Su Ming dumbfounded. Although Su Ming passed on a lot of common sense and memory to it, because the growth period was too short, Xiaobai's intelligence was still too low, almost the same as that of ordinary children.
However, for Monk Wangchen, as soon as the white tiger appeared in front of him, he felt suffocated. Although Xiaobai was still underage, he was already a true golden elixir demon, only one step away from Yuanying. separated.
Even the trace of aura it inadvertently leaked made Monk Wangchen tremble with fear, not to mention that it had the bloodline of dragon and tiger. Even in the demon clan's base camp in Shiwanda Mountain, top bloodlines like it were extremely rare.
When it glanced at him, Wangchen was shocked and quickly declined, "Master, you can't do this, you can't do it." Just kidding, if you really sit on it, you won't be held grudge by this guy.
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Su Ming was also amused, "Xiaobai, stop playing around."
After hearing his master's words, Xiaobai lowered his head in aggrieved manner and pawed, looking extremely reluctant.
"Okay, hurry up, we are about to leave the border of Zhongzhou."
"Thank you, Master." Seeing the docile appearance of the white tiger, Monk Wangchen carefully rode on the back of the white tiger.
When the little white tiger's claws moved, the wind and clouds gathered under his feet, which was much faster than his sword control. There was no resistance or antics as expected, but it was very smooth and more comfortable than riding a carriage.
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The moment Su Ming left the border of Zhongzhou where the upper capital city was located, a court meeting was going on in the imperial palace. In the main hall, Emperor Shenwu was sitting upright with a calm look on his face, while the courtiers below were arguing endlessly.
Suddenly, a black aura loomed between his eyebrows. The eyelids of Cao Yuchen, the chief steward who was waiting at the side, twitched. He was about to step forward, but unexpectedly, an unhealthy flush appeared on Emperor Shenwu's face. Then he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell on the dragon chair. , the whole person fell into a coma.
This scene shocked the entire court. Although the ministers hurriedly tried to block the news, in full view of the public, the matter quickly spread throughout the capital.
All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on the imperial city. His Majesty had been ill in the past, but such a thing had never happened in public, let alone being unconscious now.
In less than half an hour, the situation in the entire capital became tense, but on the whole it was still calm. The old emperor had been in power for sixty years, and as long as he did not die, there would be no chaos in the court.
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The top of Kunlun Mountain.
In the Taoist palace deep in the clouds, Master Xuanming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise. He looked at the treasure mirror hanging in the palace. The treasure mirror reflected the Shangjing City and the sky above the imperial capital. The Divine Dragon of Luck looked up to the sky and howled, letting out a mournful cry. At some point, it was wrapped with countless black energy, like a rope, which only strangled it and penetrated deep into the flesh.
The dragon's scales shattered and the dragon's blood dripped, instantly making it much weaker.
"The fate collapsed and the dragon was bleeding. How could it be like this?"
The scene in front of him was extremely horrifying. Although Da Zhou was not at his peak, his luck was declining, and he was on a downward path, the overall situation was still stable, and it was far from collapse.
Big Zhou, what happened?
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At the same time, deep in the mountains, a Buddhist temple stood majestically, emitting thousands of rays of Buddha's light, and the faint shadow of the Buddha appeared. In the temple, there was a tall bodhi tree, with leaves decorated with gold and jade, a brilliant light, and thousands of swastika scriptures. It is round and round, from top to bottom, hanging down like a canopy of pearls, and the sound of chanting sutras is faintly visible.
The bodhi tree is filled with Buddha light, which reflects on the old monk under the tree, making him look divine and compassionate, as if the Buddha is alive.
Suddenly, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, and there was a dead silence in his eyes, without any waves.
"The human world has become troubled since then."
A whisper sounded like emotion or lamentation.
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Blood, bright red blood, covered the whole world, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blood, without any trace of filth.
Blood lotuses bloomed one after another, and when the wind blew, the ground was full of shy, full bones, as red as blood. In the center of the blood sea, there was a person, wearing blood clothes, with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes. Thousands of blood lotuses bloomed simultaneously in the sea of blood. The fragrance of lotus and blood filled the entire space, which was intoxicating.
"Haha, just in time!" The arrogant laughter was wanton and arrogant, containing an unspeakable domineering power.
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In the backyard of a Taoist temple, there sat an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard. He was sitting on a recliner, sipping tea, looking relaxed and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and the tea in his hand spilled to the ground. His expression suddenly became solemn, "Luck has collapsed? How could this happen? It was clear that luck was still like the sea at the beginning, overwhelming the world, and there was still at least a hundred years of national destiny. Why? Will this happen?"
"Brother, what's wrong?" At this time, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a blue robe walked into the courtyard outside the courtyard. He saw the old Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and asked in surprise, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed, "Alas, Great Zhou's luck has collapsed and the divine dragon is bleeding. If we don't try to save it, I'm afraid the artifact will change hands by then."
The middle-aged Taoist counted his fingers and his expression became solemn, but then he advised, "The rise and fall of a dynasty has its own destiny. Senior brother, you have done enough, why don't you let go?"
The old Taoist priest climbed up from the recliner with a bitter smile on his face, "Junior brother, you don't understand, I owe them this."
