The moment Yang Ye died, the Duolin Tablet enshrined in Qilin City in the Human Emperor Realm was shattered.

In addition to the Seven Yao Mo Yi Heaven, the other five heavenly regions have three dynasties standing on three sides to check and balance each other, and any one of them has a problem that cannot be ignored, so the human emperor set up fifteen tablets in Qilin City, so as to see the situation in the heavenly region, the rise and fall of the dynasty.

"On the first day, what happened? Lu Wei, go and see. The pale golden pupils of the human emperor lit up, and he looked into the distance.

A middle-aged man in green clothes turned out from the diagonal bottom, bowed slightly to the human emperor, and turned to leave.

Those in Tsing Yi for thirty-three days are responsible for patrolling the hunt on behalf of the sky.

This line of work is three years.

Thirty-three days are not in a parallel world as they see, a layer of heaven is a space mezzanine, and the speed of time between each layer of heaven is more or less different, just like Emperor Huang Zengtian and Kyushu share the glory of the sun and moon, and other heaven domains such as Xuanti Pingyutian or Qiyao Moyi Heaven or Qingming He Tongtian may be in the mezzanine where the time flow rate is higher than that of this world, without great mana, there will be no thirty-three days to support the heavens and resist chaos, then there will be no Heavenly Dao Compendium, no four seasons of cold and heat, no rotation of day and night, no cycle of life and death.

The green clothes sank into the void, swooping down like rainbow light.

"Yan Tiannan, the former captain of the Luming Dynasty, has the merit of the dragon in the battle of the Dynasty, and the four products are free to be martial, waiting for the king to submit documents to the emperor, with a territory of one million acres and 100,000 soldiers, sitting in the southwest of my Qingcang Dynasty, the field of the forest after the Bishui Pass, the field of Lin Yang, the field of the big phoenix, and the field of Zhuolu!"

"Minister, Commander. Ao Buregret stood under His Royal Highness, his face raised high, his hand on his waist Chang'an, and his back was not bent.

Wuhou four products, immortal king three products, speaking of which they are not too far behind.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The ministers bowed down and shouted long live, Teng Hao stroked the red gold dragon head on the throne, and suddenly saw white hair overnight.

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"Xiaoyaohou, what are you thinking?" Ao Buregret sat on a mountain, holding a dogtail in his mouth, stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

The little guy who suddenly jumped out was the little son of the Yin family, Yin Pinghuan, who followed his sister Yin Changle to steal out of the house, the little guy was only eleven or twelve years old, but he had an old-fashioned spirit that his peers did not have, and the most important thing was that he was not afraid of this evil star who was rumored to have countless blood on his hands, killing people like numbness, and at the same time bearing his sister's true heart. Probably not ordinary people, so they don't follow the usual path, right?

"Sooner or later, one day you will be caught by your father and hung up and beaten," Ao Buregret glanced at Yin Pinghuan, and then added viciously: "Don't give food to eat, don't give water to drink, and play your little bird every once in a while." Yin Pinghuan sneered to himself, this kind of threatening words are enough for ordinary children to silence them, but Yin Pinghuan is such a strange thing, he doesn't eat him at all.

"Seriously, isn't there a saying that I have a flat wife? My sister can't be a little wife for you, but it's always okay to let her and Aunt Lan be a flat wife for you, right?

Ao Buregret's old face stiffened, what did this little bastard think about all day long?

"You little bastard, you haven't heard the saying of Yizheng Erping, three wives and four concubines, right?" The distorted handsome face gritted his teeth and looked at Yin Pinghuan: "If you don't study well at a young age, you will be in our green sky all day long, you are really not afraid that Teng Yin will arrest you back and punish you as a chaotic minister and thief!"

"What's the big deal? Let's not say that Uncle Teng is my uncle's own brother, I really came to the Qingcang Dynasty, and my uncle really dares to take my life? My father is a real five-grade immortal mansion order, if he is not afraid of a fire in the backyard, just come!" Yin Pinghuan's nostrils turned to the sky, like a proud little rooster.

It's really good, the noble son who was born with a golden soup spoon and a jade ribbon seal is different, when he was still a turtle, where did he spend so much time thinking about the long-term vision?

Looking at Yin Pinghuan, Ao Buregret suddenly sighed that the world is changeable, this world, to this extent, can still rely on violence and force to override morality and dominate the world.

or a wealthy party.

"Learn martial arts from me? What a big tone, I won't tell you, brother, my martial arts are not only acquired through hard training, but also talent, roots, understanding, and patience. Ao Buregret explained it one by one.

Of course, the bloodline is the most important thing, the bloodline is different, everything is in vain.

The dragon clan is strong, and the technique of striking is very large, and the momentum of pulling out the mountains and the majestic of picking up the stars and catching the moon is powerful; the human race is agile in thinking, and the technique of striking is like the water of a hundred rivers, and the deformation is impermanent, and it can often see the stitches and insert the needle in the subtleties, and the two are fundamentally different.

"How old are you and still call yourself your brother, don't be ashamed!" Yin Pinghuan disdained Ao Buregret's statement, saying so, but there is really no way? impossible!

As the saying goes?

There is no end to the road!

"It's okay to teach you two kinds of self-defense and life-saving skills, but don't even think about leading troops to fight! Unless I still want to be hated by your sister!" Ao Buregret glared viciously, and pointed to the white hair on his forehead: "Do you think it's so easy to lead soldiers and kill people? There is retribution! Otherwise, they will all go to war and become kings, who will honestly farm the land?"

Yin Pinghuan sighed, Emperor Ming's Immortal Mansion ordered Yin Ping to have no good impression of leading soldiers, especially for his own children, I wish they would never deal with the army for the rest of their lives, but whether it is Yin Changle or Yin Pinghuan or other sons and daughters, they are more or less full of curiosity and yearning for the inhumane battlefield, which is very embarrassing.

"Okay, anyway, I'll go to the uncle after learning the skill, not with you. Yin Pinghuan grimaced.

Alas. Ao Buregret touched his forehead with his hand, quite a headache.

The Marquis of Xiaoyao, the king of Qingcang.

"Idiot, what are you thinking?" Ao Buregret turned around and shouted, Yin Pinghuan turned around, only to find that there was still a tall young man standing in the verdant leaves of a thousand-year-old tree behind him, with an expressionless face, clear eyes, and a red swirling under his eyes.

"Kill. ”

Yin Pinghuan shuddered, but he didn't take this word as a joke. He looked at him like a tiger cub that had not yet grown its teeth but had begun to gnaw on flesh.

"It's okay, kill more, but don't kill indiscriminately, it's okay to open up later, but you must not be a guy who kills innocents indiscriminately for his own selfish desires, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands." Ao Buregret slapped Yan Jue's head and smiled.

But Yin Pinghuan didn't think he was joking.

"A guest has come from afar. The bewitching eyes suddenly raised their heads, looking at a blue light far away at the end of the void and sighed.

I will prepare a cup of tea and a knife for you, and if you don't drink tea, you will be stabbed.

The Human Emperor looked at the west of Emperor Huang Zengtian, and a cyan dragon slowly entrenched itself and let out a long groan.