But Mo Lihai didn't expect that when he was about to deal with Su Ming, Su Ming actually survived the tribulation of the soul and became the first monk to achieve the soul in a century.
What made him even more unexpected was that his master, the leader of the Demon Sect, had blocked a casual attack by him. Moreover, after the incident, his master even admired Su Ming.
At this moment, Mo Lihai became completely interested in Su Ming.
Moreover, after Su Ming achieved Yuan Shen, it seemed as if a world of great strife suddenly began. Many monks who had wasted countless years in the Yuan Ying Dzogchen Realm began to attack the Yuan Shen realm.
Even Qingxu Taoist from the Kunlun Taoist sect quickly became Yuanshen. Yuanshen monks seemed to be springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and they were about to become ruined in the streets.
In this case, he could only give up temporarily and instead attack the realm of the soul.
So, now, he comes to the capital.
"Pudu Cihang?" The cold voice contained no emotion.
Su Ming glanced at Mo Lihai lightly, then smashed it to pieces with a flick of his finger. The aura of "Blood Nerve", a member of the Demon Cult, was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
If the leader of the Demon Cult was blood-stainless, he might still be interested in it, but he would not pay attention to a mere Holy Son of the Demon Cult.
As for who put this letter here, he was not interested in knowing. In this capital, those two families were the only ones who dared to deal with people from the Demon Cult.
He was more concerned about the old emperor than Mo Lihai.
Yesterday, he just went to the palace. After coming back, the power of public resentment on him became even more serious. Moreover, those grievances have a faint tendency to become spirits. If he does not have the demon species to divide these grievances, it will not be long before he will suffer the backlash of the grievances.
By that time, he will be injured at least, or eroded by resentment at worst, and his realm will fall, and there will be no possibility of returning to the realm of the soul.
It was only now that he truly confirmed that the reason why Great Zhou's luck collapsed was that the old emperor was the root of the problem. Otherwise, there are neither wars nor major disasters in Jingping today. Neither the original demonic chaos nor the subsequent Yinchao chaos brought much disaster to the Zhou Dynasty, let alone shake it. The foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Although the administration of the Great Zhou Dynasty was corrupt and corrupt officials were rampant, the people at the bottom could still barely survive. Even if we take a step back, the current situation is much better than before Emperor Shenwu succeeded to the throne.
At this moment, in Su Ming's sea of consciousness, the already injured Dragon of Luck was even more seriously injured. He saw that the dragon's body stretching for thousands of miles was full of potholes, and black energy escaped from it from time to time. It was riddled with wounds and extremely miserable.
Zijin's torso was also dyed black, exuding a strange and ominous aura, but it lay there motionless, without even any room for resistance. The huge dragon eyes were full of darkness, and there was a hint of enchantment and struggle in them.
Unfortunately, it was too tired and could no longer move at all. The huge power of public resentment continued to erode its body. Facing this power that comes from the same origin, no matter how powerful it is, it can only watch itself being eroded without any room for resistance.
At the same time, on its body, demon seeds are constantly absorbing the grievances on it. Unfortunately, these grievances have been deeply rooted in its body and cannot be removed. It can only delay its death. Just an injury.
On the whole, this luck dragon looks like an old man who is about to die, completely decayed.
And Su Ming only had a small part of the Great Zhou Luck, not even one-third. One can imagine how strong the resentment of the people must be on the old emperor.
Thinking of this, Su Ming's eyes were slightly cold, and his eyes were colder than ever before. If it was really the old emperor who was plotting against him, then he would not give him a good push.
Before, he could only be a chess piece, but now, he is already a chess player!
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Imperial City, Kunning Palace.
The setting sun reflects on the glazed tiles, shining brightly.
It is now late spring, and the capital city is located in ancient Chang'an, and the climate is also extremely hot. The cicadas are lying on the trees and chirping, shrill and shrill.
"My son, please see your mother!"
In the Kunning Palace, King Qi Li Nian was wearing a purple python robe, his silver hair was neatly combed, and his slender eyes were full of respect. At this moment, he was bowing properly.
In the inner hall, a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a pale pink palace skirt is sitting on the couch, her bright eyes are good at gazing, her watery peach blossom almond eyes are as bright as if there are two gems in them, and her curved willow eyebrows are like spring mountains. , a few faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes gave her a more mature charm.
The oval face is dignified and beautiful, with pink face and peach cheeks, Yao nose and cherry lips, and two strands of hair hanging down from the cheeks, adding a bit of seductive style. The light pink palace skirt outlines the perfect waist, and the round curves under the long skirt are faintly visible. .
This middle-aged beautiful woman is the current Queen Chen and the biological mother of King Li Nian of Qi.
"Nian'er, why are you free to pay your respects to your mother today?" Seeing Li Nian, Queen Chen did not make any move, she just gave him a faint sideways glance and then withdrew her gaze.
In the deep palace, even if it is a biological mother and child, after decades of passing by, the family affection that is thicker than water will gradually fade away.
"My mother's words are serious. Although I have been very busy in the past two years, I still think about my mother all the time. Didn't I send you your favorite osmanthus cake last month?" Li Nian smiled lightly. A rare smile appeared on his face. It was a smile from the heart, sincere and admiring.
Empress Chen stretched out her green-white fingertips and tapped him gently. A pleased smile appeared on her pretty face, "You are now interested. The queen mother has never been involved in your affairs, nor can she have a hand in them. Your uncle should move around more, but he should also pay attention to his propriety. Now, it is no better than before."
At the end of the sentence, his tone became even more solemn.
Obviously, although she lives in a deep palace, she is not completely ignorant of things outside, otherwise she would not say such things. However, what Queen Chen didn't expect was that after she finished speaking, Li Nian's expression suddenly became solemn.
He glanced at the palace maid who was holding a round fan to fan Queen Chen, and waved her hand, "You go down first, you are not needed here."
As soon as these words came out, the two palace maids showed embarrassment on their faces, and Queen Chen was also a little shocked, "You guys go down first, stay outside, and don't let anyone in."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The two maids looked at each other, bowed slightly, bowed, slowly backed away, and turned to leave.
As the palace door closed, there was no one else in the entire Kunning Palace besides their mother and son.
