"Father, you are so resting, and your sons have taken care of it." Min Qing sat diagonally on the dragon bed and patted his father's vest.

"Good...... Good...... That's good......"

"Father, are you still hiding it from your sons and daughters at this moment? That golden light is the god that I worship in Dongchang Kingdom? He went back and forth with Dongchang Kingdom, what does it mean? ”

Min Qing's face was calm, revealing an unbelievable gaze.

"Chang Yue...... You must not live. ”

With weak words, full of worry, he looked at Min Qing with a cloudy gaze, and suddenly looked at Ning: "You...... You ......"

Min Qing smiled lightly, glanced at his dragon robe, and said softly: "Father, the tiger poison does not eat children, you are so fierce and ruthless, even if you are dying, you will not let go of your sister, I, I am not interested in how you summon the golden dragon, but how can you be diligent in government and love the people, and treat the people as sons?" ”

"You...... You're ...... Seeking to usurp the throne ......"

The pale lips of the lord of the country, trembling all over, looked around in horror, this place is exactly the same as the Qiankun Palace, his cloudy eyes are even more frightened, pointing to a certain place in the Qiankun Palace, his fingers tremble: "This...... Where is this? What is this place? ”

As he finished speaking, he coughed violently, his eyes bloodshot.

"Father, you used to love gold and silver treasures the most, so this pagoda melted half of the gold of the treasury, and plated a layer of gold for this golden dragon pagoda, from top to bottom, and the proudest thing in your life is not how talented your children are, but the golden dragon, so, the son of the son gave this pagoda, named the golden dragon tower, do you say that the son of the son understands you?"

Min Qing suddenly put his face close to his father, and smiled sincerely, he didn't remember how many years he hadn't laughed, and in addition to ten books and ten thousand volumes in his mind, it was the art of war halberd.

Even if he is a pastime, he does not slack off practicing swords, riding and archery, and studying the way of governing the country, for so many years, he has hardly done anything that makes him feel that he is still alive, except for the hope of his sister's return, so he is not tired at all, just hate.

"You ......"

The country's fingers trembled in the air, his eyes widened, and a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Min Qing picked up the dragon robe, turned around with one hand behind his back, turned to leave, the dragon robe dragged and swept on the fur carpet in the Golden Dragon Tower, leaving a trace of the king's unscrupulous back, as the Golden Gate slowly closed, the entire Golden Dragon Pagoda was instantly dark, as if no one had ever come.

Min Qing's front foot stepped on the sedan chair, stopped moving, looked up and turned to look at the top of the golden dragon tower, a lively golden dragon, holding the trend of rising to the sky, exuding golden mang.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the middle of the palace in the capital, and flashed again, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Min Qing's eyebrows tightened, and when he looked closely, a black shadow pierced the sky, chasing after the golden light.

Min Qing was stunned, but he didn't know when the generals behind him knelt on the ground.

"Shenlong King, treat Dongchang well, all the people are grateful, Shenlong King, fraternity in the world, power shocks the sky, Dongchang is prosperous......"

One after another, one after another, Min Qing slowly knelt down, is this really the arrival of the Divine Dragon King? He had never seen it, and he heard that the dragon had appeared, either to bless Dongchang, or to destroy the country.

At this moment, no matter what the people of the entire Dongchang Kingdom are doing, they all come to the open air and bow down to the sky, hoping that the dragon will bless Dongchang instead of disasters.

At this moment, King Bian Cheng is chasing after him, he used to be like an ordinary heavenly soldier, admiring this Divine Dragon King, but, no matter how divine it is, at least he has already affirmed one thing, if this woman is not Bai Yu, he is useless to fight, if she is Bai Yu, even against the Divine Dragon, he will fight to the death.

The dragon swung its tail, and King Bian Cheng only felt that the waves were surging, and his body was suddenly shaken back, almost falling from the sky.

"Bi, I didn't expect to see you for thousands of years, and your sword is not old."

Deep words sounded in the air, like an old man entering his twilight years, and his words were still sonorous and powerful.

King Bian Cheng was stunned for a moment, and his falling body suddenly changed his posture and rushed straight up.

"Old ghost, I'm here to give you a hand."

I don't know when, Jun Mo followed closely, and the two of them floated on the same level, and for a while, the wind was fierce, and the blood stains on the corners of Jun Mo's mouth had not yet dried up, but there was a smile that would be aggrieved.

King Bian Cheng was silent, seeing that the golden dragon was flying around in the air, the speed was beyond the imagination of King Bian Cheng, the dragon claws were hanging in the air, enough to stir up the great changes, but he grabbed Chang Yue's body, and did not mean to let go, and suddenly a dragon roared, sweeping through the nine shadows, and the entire Dongchang Kingdom trembled.

King Bian Cheng shouted: "Break the sky." ”

With a loud shout, a sharp sword appeared above the head of King Bian Cheng, and suddenly the human knife was united, turning into a touch of coldness, and heading straight towards the golden dragon.

The golden dragon roared sadly, the dragon's tail swept wildly, and the huge whirlwind reached the ground in an instant, passing by the mountains and rivers, the mountains and rocks collapsed, passing by the sea, the tsunami rushed, passing by the sandbar, the wild sand covered the sky, Jun Mo's body suddenly fell from the sky like a kite with a broken line.

King Bian Cheng flashed a golden mang on the dragon's back, and suddenly, his body was Ning, standing not far away, only to see the golden dragon screaming, the front paws were loosened, and Chang Yue's body was like a butterfly in the night, slowly falling.

Shenlong glared angrily and glanced at the void: "Boy, this immortal will wait for you for another hundred years." ”

The sound reverberated through the night sky, echoing as if it had come from the void.

Jun Mo's body fell to the ground suddenly, his mouth was salty, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, Bian Chengwang's body flew quickly, and he went straight to the falling Chang Yue, and the tip of one finger crossed the soft white veil-like clothes, and suddenly turned around, stopping Chang Yue steadily, and when he landed, he glanced back at the direction where the golden dragon disappeared.

Jun Mo Danfeng's eyes almost narrowed into a slit, this word seems familiar.

"I've been waiting for you for three thousand years, and you're finally here."

"Ben Xian, wait for you for another hundred years......"

Jun Mo's evil eyes became sharper and sharper, like a sharpened steel knife, with a trace of sharpness, disappearing from the corner of his eye.

"Chang Yue, Chang Yue......" King Bian Cheng shook his arms, no matter how he called, Chang Yue's eyes were still closed, and the smell of the dead became stronger and stronger.

King Bian Cheng frowned, he had waited for so long, looked forward to it for so long, and guarded it for so long, could it be that God would give him a corpse?

Xinru poured a pot full of boiling wine, making a heart-rending squeak, burning his blood, his blue eyes were painful, looking at Chang Yue, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

"Chang Yue, Chang Yue ......" Bian Chengwang's fingers trembled slightly, his voice was sad and hysterical, bringing up a wind that swept across the dark night sky.

Jun Mo held on to the ground, leaning on a mountain rock, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that seemed to be nothing, he had been "intersecting" with the old ghost for more than 3,000 years, and he had never seen him so out of shape.

"Uh......"

A faint sound came, blown away by the evening breeze.