Chapter 508: True Dragon Qi

After many years, today's Yingzhou is already the world of the Great Qin Empire - and the Wu State has long been incorporated into the territory of the Qin State. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Hongwu and Wenxuan walked in the city of Gusu, the king of Wu, looking for an inn to rest.

There are three days before the fifth party of the first month of October, and Hu Chengfei's wedding date has not yet arrived, so they naturally will not go to Taimen to startle the snake. What's more, when I first arrived in Yingzhou, I didn't know anything about today's Taiyimen. The master and apprentice still need to be fully prepared. After all, what you have to face is a sword immortal sect, with a strong foundation that should not be underestimated.

After wandering the street for more than half an hour, Wen Xuan finally stopped in front of a medium-sized inn. This scene is very similar to the first time the two met, Wen Xuan took Hongwu all the way west, and stayed in Yuecheng to rest. It's just that time passes, and things change. Now this pair of masters and apprentices has changed too much from back then. Wen Xuan is no longer the Jindan Master of the past, and Hong Wu is not the hairy child he was at the beginning.

Life is like this. After surviving thousands of hardships and dangers, what was left behind was not a phoenix reborn from the ashes?

"Xiao Wu, we've been living here for the past two days. When the fifth day of the first day of October arrives, I will go to Taiyimen. When the time comes, you won't have to hold back. ”

"Thank you, Master, disciple understands." Hong Wu nodded, his eyes looked towards the inn, the first floor was full of people, and the lives of the people were no different from usual.

"The Great Qin Empire is not badly governed, and Yingzhou does not seem to be in the midst of war. Could it be that all the rumors are false? The Tongtian Sword Sect and the Taiyi Sect did not start a war with Shushan? And the Qingzhou Demon Gate doesn't seem to be moving......" Hong Wu squinted his eyes slightly, but there were some doubts in his heart. He had met the son of the Thousand-Hand Poison Saint in the capital of Pickaxe, and heard about the changes in Yingzhou over the years. But when I see it today, it is difficult to see the festival between the three major sects. The grievances of the entire immortal cultivation world have never been implicated in the world. At least, this Gusu City is still calm.

Just as Hong Wu was secretly thinking, Wen Xuan turned around and walked in another direction, and did not enter the inn.

"Xiao Wu, as a teacher, I want to see an old man, you go to rest by yourself, you don't have to wait for me to ......" Wen Xuan's voice was still in his ears, but the person had disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Hong Wu was not surprised. The master of the Yuan Shen has come and gone without a trace, and with his current cultivation, it is normal that he can't see his whereabouts. But when it comes to the old people, Hong Wu remembers many faces.

Murong Qingtian of the Shushan Sword Sect, Gongsun Yuyang of the Tongtian Sword Sect, and the Lord of the Qin State, the young Yingzheng......

After thinking about it for a while, Hong Wu did not enter the inn, but found a corner where no one was. Burn a teleportation note. Then he flew out of Gusu City and went all the way to the west.

By the evening of the second day, Hongwu had flown tens of thousands of miles and came to the sky above the Yongdu City of Qin. He wanted to see if the monarch who annexed the state of Wu and established Great Qin was still the same young man he was at the beginning.

Today's Yongdu City is very different from many years ago. Not only is the city much larger, but even a powerful formation has been arranged to guard the dragon veins underground. Hongwu and the high heavens can see a huge image of a true dragon, purple qi coming from the east, and the dignity is extreme.

And this true dragon qi gathered in the palace of King Qin, guarding the entire Yongdu, proud of all directions.

"What a powerful true dragon qi! This power, fused with the dragon veins under Yongdu, was almost to the point of transformation. Who the hell was able to get such a strong luck. It can't be Yingzheng's kid, although he had an emperor back then, he didn't have such a domineering true dragon qi to protect his body. If it is just looking at qi, the atmosphere of this King of Qin is a hundred times richer than that of Zhou Tianzi! ”

Hong Wu let go of his divine thoughts, and after just one glance, he was shocked by the weather of the Son of Heaven in Yongdu City. That true dragon qi was almost condensed into substance. Although mortals can't see it, as long as you are a Qi Refiner, no matter how low your cultivation is, you can be shocked and suppressed by this breath. Ordinary Qi Refiners, after seeing this true dragon qi, did not dare to enter the palace at all. Because the true dragon's qi is the heaven and earth luck carried by the emperor, he is blessed by the heavens and can protect the lord by himself. No matter who you are, once you have a delusional thought, you will be directly bombarded by the true dragon's qi.

When an emperor reaches such a realm, it is already difficult to be killed by external forces.

"Awesome, really awesome. I now finally understand why the Taiyi Sect willingly allowed the state of Wu to be annexed by the state of Qin. With such a strong atmosphere of the Son of Heaven, I am afraid that only the Great Zhou Taizu and the Great Xia Taizu can compare, right? Could it be that after the Great Zhou Dynasty, the dynasty in the next three hundred years will really be the Qin State? The more Hong Wu looked at it, the more frightened he became, his brows furrowed for a moment, but he pressed the light and came to the outside of Yongdu City. In the face of such a powerful true dragon qi, Hong Wu did not dare to rashly break into Yongdu and sneak into the palace. Otherwise, it will be extremely dangerous to be attacked by the true dragon's qi. What's more, in today's Yongdu, how many masters are hidden, even he can't see clearly.

"That's it, whether it's Yingzheng or not, I'm going to take a look. If it's really that kid, you won't have to worry about it in the future......" Hong Wu thought about it, and like an ordinary person, after being searched by soldiers at the city gate, he finally entered Yongdu City. Then, he walked all the way towards the palace, but he was not in a hurry at all, and he did not use his mana.

The weather in Yongdu is no different from that year. It is still possible for everyone to wear a sword, and the prosperity of martial arts can be seen everywhere. After walking for about an hour, Hong Wu came from the east gate to the vicinity of the palace.

By this time, the night was already dark. Outside the palace, there were no patrolling Janissaries. Empty streets, autumn winds, unspeakable slaughter. Hong Wu walked towards the palace gate with his hands behind his back and expressionless, but no one stopped him. At the same time, in the Jique Palace, deep in the palace, a young emperor who was reviewing the recitals suddenly put down the pen in his hand. Raising his head, a pair of dark eyes were unusually bright. I saw that he stretched out his hand and beckoned, and a eunuch who was waiting on the side stepped forward and listened to the order.

"Go and call Zhao Gao to come to Jique Palace to see it."

"Whoa!" The eunuch bowed his head in response, and then hurriedly retreated. Half an hour later, a young official with a gloomy face walked briskly into the Jique Palace. When he saw the young emperor, he didn't speak, and hurriedly bowed down.

"Zhao Gao, there is an old man who is visiting, you go to the palace gate and bring him in. Old friend? In the middle of the night, who is the deceased who needs to be greeted by Weichen? Zhao Gao was a little shocked when he heard this. Because I know that in this world, there are only a handful of people who make King Qin Yingzheng called an old man. "Don't ask, you'll know who it is since you've seen it. Stand down, don't delay the hour. The young emperor waved his hand, and his gaze gradually became misty—