Smoke and dust filled the air, lake water poured in, rockery pavilions, pavilions and pavilions turned into ruins in an instant. The dragon aura that enveloped the Great Zhou Longting let out a mournful cry, and turned into nothing in an instant, dissipating most of it.
"You ran really fast!" Su Ming glanced coldly in the direction where Li Qianyuan escaped and ignored him. As the Taizu in charge of the Dragon Court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the true dragon energy in his body is the strongest. Moreover, the Great Zhou Dynasty in Yangshi has not been destroyed, so even if he wants to kill him, he cannot.
Only when the Great Zhou Dynasty is completely destroyed can he have the chance to kill Li Qianyuan. This is the rule of the underworld protecting him. As a Zhou Taizu who ascended to the throne from a mud leg, he was naturally good at escaping. Chasing him would not be worth the gain.
Of course, if I were here, he wouldn't even have room to resist.
"Devil, you must die a happy death!"
"One day, Dazhou will take revenge on you!"
"I hate it. The descendants are dishonest and bring disaster to the ancestors. How could it be like this!"
"Ancestor, why don't you take us with you!"
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After Li Qianyuan escaped, a feeling called despair filled their hearts, making them unable to feel any hope. So they simply broke the pot and began to curse and curse angrily.
At this moment, they no longer have any so-called imperial dignity. They have been pampered for a long time, have no political affairs, and have no rights, which has reduced them to their current situation.
At this moment, Emperor Zhou Wen looked at Su Ming coldly, his eyes full of madness. The true dragon energy around him flowed crazily, blended with his soul and body, and exploded instantly.
"Devil, even if I die, I won't make it easy for you!"
A shocking explosion illuminated the entire palace, and also caused the palace to be impacted from within. It collapsed suddenly. Gemstones, luminous pearls, palace lanterns, and all kinds of luxurious ornaments were instantly reduced to nothing.
The impact of the explosion spread out like ripples, and everything it passed was shattered and shattered.
Facing the impact, Su Mingwen did not move at all. An invisible barrier stood in front of him to firmly block the impact.
Then, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and the dragon energy that escaped from the explosion was sucked into his palm, condensing into a ball of gold and black light. "I didn't expect that Dazhou still has a tough emperor. It's quite good."
Emperor Wen of Zhou was the second son of Li Qianyuan and the second emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was an outstanding emperor among the emperors. He still had some backbone and would rather be broken into pieces than complete.
It's a pity that if they blew themselves up at first, they might cause him trouble, but now that he has swallowed the true dragon energy from more than a dozen emperors as Emperor Zhou Jing, an explosion of this level can no longer cause any harm to him.
Immediately, Su Ming gently handed out a sword, and the bright sword light was like a crescent moon, illuminating everyone's eyes.
"Pfft!" In just an instant, all the people who survived in the Dragon Court perished under this sword, and their bodies were cut into two pieces.
Whether they are emperors, concubines, civil servants, military officers, or maids and eunuchs, all of them will die. When the dust and smoke cleared, Su Ming
Except for those emperors, the rest of the people were directly wiped out by the sword energy and their true spirits were not even given a chance to be reincarnated. Su Ming never thought of subduing them.
As a person who can accompany the emperor to the Dragon Court to enjoy the blessings, he is either favored by the emperor during his lifetime, or he is extremely capable and has made great contributions. Such a person is already a die-hard loyalist of Dazhou. If you want to conquer them, except for the selfless Sanskrit, the other methods are thankless. He is just a clone of the inner demon and cannot exert his full strength. Therefore, he can only Can be killed.
On the ground, the corpses of the Great Zhou emperors shrank in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into a wisp of true dragon energy, which was sucked into Su Ming's palm.
In the end, no one was seen, leaving only a wisp of dragon energy floating up and down from his heavenly gate, straight upward, golden and dense with purple and blue, noble and indescribable.
At this point, he had already destroyed the Dragon Court of Great Zhou.
With the true dragon's energy added to his body, Su Ming separated the karma and turned it into a red lotus to suppress in his body. The karma cannot be eliminated, but can only be suppressed, unless he can find the legendary red lotus of karma or fire. Use merit to eliminate it, otherwise these karmas will be borne by his inner demons.
Looking at the devastated Longting, Su Ming smiled lightly. Now, this place was finally his. Immediately, he separated out a trace of soul thought, made it into sacred incense, and lit it with the true dragon's energy.
The invisible smoke soared straight into the sky, passed through the barrier between the underworld and the yang world, and came to the yang world. With the help of the true dragon's energy, it slowly floated to the southern boundary.
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In the Yunding Heavenly Palace, Su Ming, who was dressed in black, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to catch a stream of smoke, and felt a thin soul thought from it.
Su Ming read the information in his soul and sighed softly, "I didn't expect that a spy who was just under his command would actually do such a big thing. It can be seen that Great Zhou's luck is really at an end."
At first, Grandma Shu almost died, but by mistake, the soul was attached to the locust tree of Lanruo Temple. And he discovered the passage of the underworld in the ground of Lanruo Temple, so he separated a trace of the origin and sent it to in.
The purpose was to find out the news about the old monster of Black Mountain, but unexpectedly, that ray of origin actually destroyed the Great Zhou Longting in the underworld and killed the ghosts of the twelve emperors of Great Tuesday.
Of course, this is due to the decline of fortune in the Yang world and the retribution of karma to the negative side, but the more reason is that the inner demons are born according to God's will and comply with the way of heaven. Only by the decline of one and the growth of the other can they be destroyed in a short period of time. The Longting of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
In just a moment, he made a decision, "In that case, I will use the golden cicada's plan to escape from my shell and develop the inner demon path in the underworld."
God does not accept it, but takes the blame.
This is due to the fate of heaven. All three sects have their foundations in the underworld. How can he lag behind others in the way of inner demons?
Immediately, Su Ming summoned the inner demon disciples who were scattered in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Beast Control Sect, extracted their souls, took their belongings, and sneaked into the Netherworld.
It is naturally much easier to walk in the underworld with the body of a soul than Emperor Wei Wu's rules of integrating the Yin side and the Yang side. Moreover, when he was clearing out the Yin tide chaos in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he also encountered the passage of the underworld. Therefore, sneaking into the Netherworld, Not hindered in the slightest.
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Go to the capital and go to the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
In the main hall, the strong wind howled and blew out all the candles. The originally bright hall suddenly became dark, and there were several more "crackling" sounds.
On the altar table, the spiritual tablets of the successive Great Zhou emperors appeared with cracks one after another, and then shattered on the spot, turning into a pile of debris. In the end, only the topmost spiritual tablet of the Great Zhou Taizu stood there unharmed.
At this moment, the guards and eunuchs in the palace almost fainted from fear.
The scene in front of them was too horrifying. Now, not only would they die, but their families would also be implicated. Now, everyone was stunned and forgot to report to the palace.
The Hall of Nourishing Heart.
The Crane Palace lantern stands in the corner, emitting warm and bright light, and the faint smoke fills the room with fragrance. On the dragon couch, Emperor Shenwu was lying on his side, covered with a thin silk quilt, and fell asleep lightly.
At some point, his relaxed brows frowned, and his face was uncertain, sometimes ashamed and angry, sometimes frightened...
"Huh~"
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was a flash of coldness in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. He took a long breath, and after recovering, he found that at some point, the clothes on his body had been soaked with sweat, and his forehead was sticky. My face was also covered with fine sweat, which made me feel a bit cool.
He lay on the bed for a while and then shouted, "What time is it?"
"Your Majesty, it's late now, do you want to eat?" Cao Yuchen waited beside the dragon bed and replied unhurriedly.
The old emperor breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the couch, and said, "No need, I want to take a shower and change clothes."
"I will make arrangements now." After saying that, Cao Yuchen slowly retreated.
Although it was early spring, the hall was extremely warm. Even wearing single clothes, he still didn't feel cold. However, in this warm environment, Emperor Shenwu still felt cold.
Just now, he had a dream, in which he dreamed of the previous emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Twenty-three emperors pointed at him and cursed him endlessly, scolding him for being stupid and incompetent, scolding him for being unfaithful and unfilial...
It was such a strange thing that people who could only be seen in history books appeared in his dream in the past. Moreover, there was also the figure of his father among these emperors.
Now, he is nearly seventy-eight years old, almost eighty years old. The memory of his youth has long been faded, and he can no longer remember what his father looks like.
But this dream once again reminded him of his father when he was young. However, in the dream, his father cursed and scolded him. All the emperors in the past looked like they were resentful. It's like eating him alive.
Of course Emperor Shenwu knew why they were scolding them, so in his dream, he never said a word. Even though he didn't speak, the words of his ancestors were like thorns firmly stuck in his heart, making him unable to forget them for a long time.
Just as he was lost in thought, four flower-like palace maids walked in from outside the palace and helped him into the bathing room in the Yangxin Palace. There was a large bathing pool with clear water and white mist.
Under the service of the palace maid, he took a comfortable bath, put on quick clothes, returned to the Yangxin Hall, and changed the bedding on the dragon couch.
However, when he returned to the couch, he noticed the uncertain expression on Cao Yuchen's face.
He frowned slightly, and there was an unknown feeling in his heart for no reason. He asked in a deep voice, "Old Cao, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Plop!"
Cao Yuchen quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "Your Majesty, something happened in the Ancestral Temple."
Suddenly, Emperor Shenwu's heart skipped a beat, as if a thunderbolt sounded, "What happened to the Ancestral Temple?"
I saw Cao Yuchen throwing his head to the ground and saying sadly, "Your Majesty, just in front of a stick of incense, a strange wind blew in the Ancestral Temple. The wind kept blowing. It not only blew out the candles in the temple, but also disturbed the ancestor's spiritual place. .”
Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in Emperor Shenwu's eyes, and a heavy feeling filled his heart, "What happened to the ancestor's spiritual position?"
"Except for Taizu's spiritual position which is intact, the other deceased emperors' spiritual positions are all shattered and have no future." After saying this, Cao Yuchen fell to the ground and the two sides fought.
Even though he had been the chief steward beside Emperor Shenwu for decades, he was still frightened at this moment. In the Ancestral Temple, there were 13 deceased emperors enshrined on Tuesday. Now, a strange gust of wind shattered the souls of the 22 deceased emperors. How can this be?
At first, he didn't believe it, but when he sent someone to confirm it again, he almost fainted with fright.
Because he knew that the capital, which had finally been peaceful, was about to be in chaos again.
At this moment, Emperor Shenwu's old face was filled with a gloomy look, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Kill! All the guards guarding the Ancestral Temple and the eunuchs who serve the Ancestral Temple must die. The Yi clan, in addition, must block the news and make sure not to let this matter spread. go out."
"Slave, I obey!" Hearing this, Cao Yuchen felt relieved, got up from the ground, bowed and exited the palace. From the beginning to the end, he did not dare to raise his head to look at the emperor.
“You bastard, you’re going to die when you’re dead, and you’re still causing trouble for me. How can it be unreasonable!”
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In Wenyuan Pavilion, Zhang Daozhi, the chief minister of the Zhou Dynasty cabinet, was sitting at his desk writing furiously. On the desk, there were piles of various memorials and documents. Suddenly, he raised his head as if he was aware of it, and looked at the sky above the imperial city with his gentle and jade-like eyes, and a faint mournful sound sounded in his ears.
After a long time, he looked away, with a sad look on his face, and murmured to himself, "Da Zhou, is it really hopeless?" "In just two years, the situation in Dazhou took a turn for the worse, as if the whole world had turned against him in an instant. As the chief minister of the cabinet, he was heartbroken. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not save the situation. He could only Watching Da Zhou slide into the abyss step by step.
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That night, there was a bloody storm in the palace, and thousands of corpses were added to the mass graves outside the city. Under the night, groups of secret guards dressed in black moved quickly in the city, and every family was killed. There was no time to even scream.
Early the next morning, the neighbors discovered that there was no sound from next door. When they came to the door, they saw blood everywhere, but there was no body. When they went to the Yamen to report the incident, they were warned to keep quiet and not to mention it to others.
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Prince Qi's Mansion.
Among the bamboo leaves, there are stones like lotus flowers. Spring water flows out from the flowers, and the ground is covered with jade. The pine wind comes suddenly and never goes back. When people are in it, it feels quiet and natural as if they are in a deep forest.
Su Ming and Qi King Li Nian were sitting opposite each other, and the two were playing chess.
Yesterday, he was supposed to enter the palace to bid farewell to the old emperor and head to southern Xinjiang, but on the way into the palace, he received an invitation from King Qi, so he returned and set foot in Prince Qi's mansion the next day.
This is Su Ming's first visit to Prince Qi's Mansion. Compared to the Prince's Mansion, Prince Qi's Mansion is more luxurious, and the architecture is more majestic and gorgeous, with some of the beauty of ancient buildings.
After arriving here, Li Nian did not get straight to the point, but invited him to play chess. Even though he knew Li Nian's purpose, he did not want to lose his personality as a great monk, so he agreed.
Originally, Su Ming didn't know how to play chess, but when those Yuanshen monks were going through the Yuanshen Tribulation, the inner demons peeked into their memories, and when the little things add up, he can do it.
Moreover, his chess skills are not bad.
If he hadn't been letting off steam, Li Nian would have lost a long time ago. Since he was a guest, he would not fail to give King Qi face. After a stick of incense, Li Nian dropped the chess piece in his hand and gave up.
