The Kingdom of Suzhou, a small mortal country on the edge of the Endless Continent.

There are no special products here, and there are generally no immortal cultivators to patronize them, and in the hearts of all mortals, immortal masters are noble and mysterious, and they are not at all an existence that they can touch. Here, there are only some You Fang Taoist priests who know a little magic to solve those strange and difficult problems for people, of course, most of the time, they are not solved.

The lord of this Su country is called Jingye, and he is the brother of King Jing.

When the two cooperated together to grab the first throne in the country, King Jing was a little lazy, so he gave up this position to his younger brother Jingye. In a blink of an eye, more than 40 years have passed, and the two are now old men, with children and daughters below, especially those who are dedicated, and they are full of children, and countless princes are secretly fighting for the throne.

But it all ended three months ago.

On that day, as usual, Jingye was discussing court affairs with his ministers in his main hall.

The sky suddenly darkened, and an incomparably huge palace flew from the sky and floated above the royal palace.

Then dozens of immortal masters flew down from inside, and they stepped on flying swords, like meteors, and fell directly into their main hall.

The immortal masters didn't seem to care about the lord of the country at all, and as soon as they came up, they announced that this Su country belonged to their Sacred Heart Sword Sect, and everything here would belong to the Sacred Heart Sword Sect in the future.

The ministers immediately discussed, but none of them wanted to surrender to these immortal masters. In the eyes of everyone, these high-ranking immortal masters are all respectable and admirable figures, and it is impossible to do such a thing to forcibly occupy the country.

But they were wrong, they didn't understand the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world at all, and they didn't understand the ruthlessness of the monks. In the face of these arrogant immortal masters who had no one in their eyes, several generals who were known for their bravery rushed forward.

As several bright sword lights flashed, several generals immediately turned their heads differently.

This difference in strength is too great, and in the face of these immortal masters, mortals have no room for resistance at all.

"Give you three days, the whole country will be summoned to obedience, if you don't carry it out, kill!" The immortal master who took the lead put down this cruel word, and then stood on the flying sword and returned to the palace in the air.

If such a summoning order wanted to spread throughout the country, it would take almost a year, and at this time, three months had passed since the summoning was made, and the news was finally sent to King Jing in the midst of the constant change of camel beasts.

At this time, Wang Cheng had completely become a plaything in the hands of that immortal cultivation sect, and Su Ye had become a puppet-like existence.

For three months, whenever their ministers wanted to discuss matters, those immortal masters would walk around the house, look here, touch there, and make a mess of the meeting. Of course, this is not the main thing, the key is that those people often change the decisions of a group of them, forcing everyone to make some strange orders at the meeting, and tossing Su Ye and the courtiers almost crazy.

Things in the mortal world began to accumulate a lot, although there will be no accidents for a while, but if it goes on like this for a long time, it will be a state of ruin.

There was nothing they could do about it, and their meetings could not be stopped, so the matter dragged on until now in their troubles. Jingye has long been desperate, of course, with him to seize the country, the king who gave him advice is his only lifeline now, although it is very likely that there is no way to respect the king.

**Dividing Line**

Jing Fei still underestimated Wang Qingmin's flight speed, and in half a day, Wang Qingmin arrived at the royal city of the Soviet Union.

Like all royal cities, this city is not ordinarily large, and there are a lot of people in it.

The four huge city gates are crowded with people, and truckloads of goods come in and out from here, and the river is endless.

Wang Qingmin didn't fall outside the city this time, anyway, he took Jingchen, the grandson and nephew of the current lord, so he chose to fly directly to the palace.

Flying over the palace, Wang Qingmin saw at a glance the chic palace that was standing on the square in front of the palace.

This palace is octagonal, but it is only two floors, and there should be some formations around it to isolate the divine sense, and Wang Qingmin's divine consciousness cannot penetrate it at all......

In front of the palace is a place of worship for civil and military officials, and it is even more overcrowded to catch up with a grand event, and it is impossible to build such a building.

"Hey, that's weird." This palace is a huge magic weapon.

Wang Qingmin pressed the doubts in his heart and slowly fell towards the palace gate.

At this time, the palace was as noisy as the vegetable market.

The three monks with long swords behind them were surrounding the throne of the lord of the country, striking left and right, ignoring the dedication of the people sitting on it with a pig's liver-colored face. The ministers below kept persuading, but none of them dared to say a cruel word.

When Wang Qingmin entered, he saw such a scene.

The sound of "pap, pap, pap" sounded, Wang Qingmin and Jingchen and Zhang Hao behind walked in, and the sound of footsteps made everyone in the hall stop their movements and look at the three new uninvited guests.

"It's really lively, I really can't imagine that in the grand hall of the state of the Soviet Union, there is such a tattered scene, which is really unappetizing." Wang Qingmin said as he continued to walk forward.

"Who are you?" One of the three monks was human.

The three men were two men and one woman. All of them wore white and blue standard clothes, which should have been issued by their sect.

"Poor Dao Wang Qingmin, you are a friend of the lord of the Su State beside you, I don't know who you are?" Wang Qingmin also asked.

"Haha, aren't you kidding? You are a friend of the lord of this mortal country, what a big joke, and ask Daoist friends to identify themselves, otherwise, I will be welcome. With the words of the person leading the other party, the scene suddenly became a little tense.

All the human courtiers held their mouths, for fear that one would accidentally lead to death.

"I'm really a friend of the lord of this country, oh yes, Jingchen, you come, look at the person above." Wang Qingmin said, pulling Jingchen behind him over.

"Nephew Jingchen, meet my uncle and grandfather." Jingchen was very obedient and saluted to his dedication.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Jingchen has seen dedication. To be honest, he was a little disappointed in his dedication, before he met Wang Qingmin, he always thought that his uncle and grandfather were an earth-shattering hero, who would have thought that he would see such an embarrassed side of the other party today.

"You are?" Jingye stood up from his seat in surprise, walked in front of Jingchen, and looked at him carefully.

"It's really Xiao Chen, when I saw you back then, I was still a doll less than a year old, and now I have grown so big, time is really fast, you see I'm old. By the way, is Big Brother okay? ”

"Hehe, grandpa is very good, but he often misses you and misses you very much." Jingchen also replied.

"Alas, I disappointed your grandfather." Jingye doesn't care about the ministers hearing his frustrating words now, where does he still have a trace of dignity now. No, he had just left his seat, and the leader of the three monks had already sat down.

"Don't worry, Uncle Huang, you can watch the excitement when you are old." Jingchen pulled him aside and let Wang Qingmin face these monks directly.

The monk in the middle sat on the dedicated seat, put on a comfortable posture, looked at Wang Qingmin below and said: "Who is the Taoist friend, report your name, there are hundreds of our classmates outside, Your Excellency don't toast or eat and drink." ”

"Haha, you really think so highly of you, even you stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, you dare to let me eat wine, it seems that you are looking for death." Wang Qingmin said with a smile.

"Presumptuous!" The female monk who was standing next to her screamed, and the flying sword on her back flew out in an instant, striking at Wang Qingmin.

"Be careful!"

"Flash!"

For a while, everyone reminded from time to time, although they couldn't see the other party's attack clearly, but in this case, they could still be reminded.

Wang Qingmin's eyes narrowed, these three people were so murderous, the female cultivator actually drew her sword and killed people without saying a word, it seems that I don't know how many people died at their hands. For this kind of monk who treats mortals like mustard, Wang Qingmin instinctively feels disgusted.

At that moment, Wang Qingmin saw clearly the traces of the flying sword with his divine sense, his hand was full of spiritual power, and he reached out and grabbed the flying sword that attacked in front of him.

"Hum~~" A sword sound came, no matter how the female cultivator urged, this flying sword just vibrate, and it was inseparable from Wang Qingmin's palm.

"Ahh The eyes of the remaining two widened directly, especially the person who was sitting in the dedicated position, jumped up directly from the seat.

Is this true, grabbing a flying sword with bare hands, what level of monk does it have to be to do this?

The three of them were frightened, except for the female cultivator who was still urging her flying sword, the other two didn't even dare to move.

The scene is a little weird.

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