The next second.

In the mist-shrouded firmament, a dazzling golden light fell and thundered silently!

In an instant, under the light, in the blink of an eye, I saw countless blue dragons, entrenched and flying!

Like a swarm of snakes forming a group to close the canopy!

The vigorous body, the sharp claws and feet, are as powerful as the sun, moon and stars!

These thousands of blue dragons were hidden in the canopy, weaving a huge net that covered the sky and the sun!

With the glimpse of the light and shadow at this moment, the little figure who was still dazed bent his right index finger as if he felt something.

It was just a small subconscious action, but the mental tremor brought by it made Chen Jue, who was fainting in reality, suddenly wake up, and the power from the genetic origin surged out in an instant, and in an instant, it turned into a wisp of black qi and climbed up from his right arm!

Originally, the purple gold brilliance that was barely evenly balanced, because of this trace of black qi, instantly broke the balance!

Whether it was Cai Yong behind Chen Jue or Cai Wenji in front of him, they all snorted, obviously injured a lot.

Cai Yong was behind Chen Jue, he didn't pay much attention for a while, and he was even more seriously injured when he was caught off guard, and he fainted directly after barely slowing down a trace of dark energy.

On the contrary, Cai Wenji saw the strangeness on Chen Jue's body in advance and took a little precautions.

But even so, Cai Wenji felt a splitting headache, beat her spirits, frowned and asked.

"The surname is Chen! You're so vicious! ”

"Vicious?"

Chen Jue didn't react to the situation in a daze, and subconsciously wanted to reason with Cai Wenji, but he didn't expect that as soon as he staggered over, Cai Wenji fell into his arms.

It was originally a beauty made of nephrite, but Chen Jue didn't have anything else to think about at the moment, because the moment Cai Wenji approached, an invisible momentum had already spread.

It was not the heroic righteousness of Confucianism, but a different breath.

The breath was so subtle and yet so clear, like the morning wind, as cold as frost and snow, but it disappeared when touched.

In other words, ordinary awakened people may subconsciously ignore this breath, but for Chen Jue, he is really familiar with this breath.

"Heavenly luck?"

Feeling a slight numbness in his fingertips, Chen Jue subconsciously glanced at Cai Wenji.

This girl looks a little less aggressive at the moment, but that little face is still frosty and snowy, which makes people feel extremely alienated.

"Why is her luck so strong?"

At present, Cai Wenji's luck is almost visible to the naked eye.

Those wisps of energy linger and rise, like fine golden quicksand, which seems to be long and weak, but in fact, the power contained in it is enough to break stones and gold, and break all things in the world.

Chen Jue was fortunate to see a person dyed with this golden mang, and thousands of troops changed between walking, and none of the three thousand Praetorian Guards in the Weiyang Palace could stop him.

A ray of gold broke through the iron armor like a tide, and also opened the prosperity of the pre-Qin ten thousand years.

Recalling this, Chen Jue glanced back at Cai Wenji, and was secretly strange in his heart.

It stands to reason that this Kyushu True Dragon Qi is a gift of Heavenly Dao luck, except for the Emperor of the World, even if others get this wisp of luck, they can only be called lucky, and it is impossible for them to have such a big momentum.

Could this girl be the emperor?

A thought flashed in his heart, and Chen Jue secretly felt funny in his heart.

After all, in the Three Kingdoms, although Cai Wenji can be regarded as a corner, she has never heard of someone who can stand in the temple with a crown.

Just when Chen Jue was secretly suspicious, he subconsciously reached out and tried the golden powder brilliance rising from Cai Wenji's body. Originally, I just wanted to see if this strength was really as powerful as the legend said.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a slight tingling pain in his hand, which frightened Chen Jue and wanted to withdraw his hand in a hurry.

But just when he was afraid, the wisp of gold powder seemed to follow the strength of his hand, and it actually rushed up.

The brilliance flowed and flashed.

In an instant, Chen Jue didn't react at all, only feeling that the golden powder brilliance suddenly rushed up to his arm, and suddenly rushed to his heart.

Just as he was covering his heart and wanting to do something, he suddenly heard a sound of "bang" in his eardrums!

It was an abnormal heartbeat.

As his heartbeat increased, the blood in his body began to speed up wildly.

Almost instantly, his eyes were bloodshot!

The huge energy impact caused by the spike in blood pressure made the muscles in his body swell almost instantly, and the joints of his body were clicking and clicking.

Heavenly luck is a gift from heaven and earth, a gift from heaven, and no one can be the master if you ask for it.

Chen Jue only felt that the heartbeat in his ears was like a drum, and the "bang, bang, bang" was not finished, and with this heartbeat came the unquenchable surging of power!

Gradually, the corners of Chen Jue's mouth began to see blood, and a blood mist gathered in front of him vaguely.

Only the burst of gold dust and brilliance was still running wildly through his body.

……

Just when Chen Jue and Cai Yong's father and daughter were in a coma, there was a faint sound of copper rings in an unoccupied hall in the Luoyang Palace at that time.

Following the sound, I saw a soap-soled white boot stepping over the threshold, and the person who came was holding a nine-ring tin staff, with beautiful eyebrows and handsome eyes, but he was a monk.

In the palace, because of Dong Zhuo, there are mostly sheng flutes and drums, and even in this remote hall, the loud music can still be faintly heard.

"It's all done."

As soon as the monk walked in the door, he said something head-on.

In the dark side hall, at a glance, I saw that the beams and pillars in the side hall were hung with banners, and most of them were sacrificial eulogies, and the person who sacrificed was naturally the spirit emperor Liu Hong, who died suddenly.

Originally, according to the usual practice, after the death of Emperor Liu Hong, the current Young Emperor Liu Wei should come over to guard for a few days, which can be regarded as a gift of loyalty and filial piety.

However, the wind in Luoyang City has risen, and not long after the death of Emperor Ling, Zhang Rang became the target of public criticism, and he had no choice but to flee with the two princes, and naturally missed this hour.

Now that Dong Zhuo is in charge of affairs in the palace, no one will come over to care about a former emperor who has already cooled his bones.

It's just that I didn't expect that there seemed to be an unexpected visitor today.

In the gray side hall, with the help of the ever-bright lamp on the desk, a figure that is not very tall can be vaguely seen.

The man was standing in front of the desk, the candle was lit and incense, and in the light of the dancing fire, I could faintly see that she seemed to be a girl with long hair.

On the blue satin skirt, the bright steel armor hugs the waist, and the skirt is extraordinarily fluffy, with a medieval Saint Laurent style.

The long golden hair is almost the same color as the autumn ears of wheat, golden and feels exceptionally comfortable.

A blue silk ribbon simply tied up the long hair, which was obviously a long flat hair, but a curl of dull hair was curled on the top of the head, which added a bit of playfulness and aura to the originally solemn atmosphere.

Although she didn't see her face, she was dressed now, and she could see her identity even if she didn't have to look at her face.

The sword spirit that pulls out the sword in the stone comes from the legendary Arthur King of Ancient Britain, Artoria Pendragon.

As if hearing the sound of the nine-ring tin staff in the hand of the monk outside the door, the woman in front of the desk raised her head slightly but did not turn around to look.

"He's recovered?"

"Not yet."

The corners of Monk Buye's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the woman in the side hall with a smile, as if he was very familiar with her.

The woman did not pretend to be mysterious, and after a brief question, she turned around.

The candlelight on the desk danced, reflecting the woman's face a little gloomy, but she could still see her sweet and beautiful appearance, even this dim side hall was much brighter because of her.

"How is he doing now?"

"It's not good, it's not bad."

Listening to the woman's question, although Monk Buye didn't sell anything, he didn't say anything practical. From the emotions in his eyes, it was obvious that he admired this woman who had inherited the power of the Heroic Spirit, and even liked it more directly and simply.

However, the woman seemed to be completely unable to see the expression on Monk Buye's face, she still looked at him expressionlessly, and paused for a moment before saying faintly.

"In that case, it's almost time. went to the Tiger Prison Pass and killed Lu Bu. ”

"Now?"

Monk Buye asked rhetorically in a little surprise, but the point of this seemed to be a little wrong.

"I just came, and Miss Zhao wants me to leave?"

"Don't want to go? So what are you doing here? Stay for tea? ”

The woman looked at him coldly, with a look of no good face, but she made her posture clear, but Monk Ye still pretended not to understand and stepped forward and smiled.

"Miss Zhao Lu, the little monk has already traveled to more than a dozen hidden secret realms for you. To this day, you still don't want to give me a smile, doesn't this make the little monk feel cold? ”

"Chilling? There will be a time when your heart is cold in the future. ”

Zhao Lu's words were so direct that Monk Ye lost his temper, and his smile, which was originally a kind rhyme, naturally couldn't hang up, but he just looked at her coldly and said coldly.

"Zhao Lu, let me tell you, you'd better not toast and not eat and drink!"

“……”

As soon as he said this, Zhao Lu on the other side had no words on his expressionless face, but condensed a strange lightsaber from his hand with his backhand, and almost without hesitation, he slashed out in the air!

The furious sword qi instantly burst out more than ten feet, directly splitting the roof of this side hall, and when it landed, it was like a thunderbolt, directly splitting the ground into a gully several zhang long!

At a glance, the monk Buye, who was still standing at the door before, had long since disappeared.

said that he suddenly showed his true face, but he didn't expect that after Zhao Lu made a move, Monk Buye didn't even connect, and fled directly.

Zhao Lu's reaction to Monk Buye seemed to have been expected, and he put away the holy sword Excalibur with his own backhand.

This holy sword has the name of the sword in the stone in the legend, originally it had a scabbard and no sword body, but in Zhao Lu's hands, not only the scabbard, but even the sword body was gone.

It's just that it seems that although there is no sword shape, Zhao Lu has already mastered the sword momentum of this sword in the stone.

The nearby palace guards were coming when they heard the noise, but Zhao Lu did not panic at all, and still stood carelessly in the half-collapsed side hall.

Because of her deliberate protection, the candle on the offering table behind her was not even extinguished.

It is precisely because of the glow of these candles that at this moment, it seems that there is clearly a trace of extremely faint gold dust light and shadow behind Zhao Lu, which rises from the Lingdi hexagram that has already yellowed on the offering table, and finally falls on her.

It seems that this Zhao Lu has already had his own understanding of the Heavenly Dao luck in the hidden world. The reason why he appeared in this side hall all the way was for the sake of this trace of heavenly luck that was left in the Spirit Emperor's body!

The wind and clouds change, the romance of the dragon and snake.

The wisps of gold powder light and shadow rose and changed, reflecting Zhao Lu's side face with a little baby fat, which looked playful and cute, but her eyes were as silent as the stars in the night, making people feel distant and cold.

Luoyang Palace is not big, Xiang Yu was still angry and burned Afang Palace, Gaozu Liu Bang was born in the field, how the Han royal family does not ask, at least the palace style is still quite simple.

The side hall dedicated to the Spirit Emperor Liu Hong was not far from the front hall of the meeting, Zhao Lu swung his sword and slashed, directly cutting down most of the side hall, and this sound naturally spread to the inside and outside of the palace.

However, when the palace guards quickly surrounded him, Dong Zhuo, who was supposed to be sitting in the palace, did not react.

The loud sound of "bang" shook the musicians in the hall and danced in the hall, but Dong Zhuo continued to drink expressionlessly.

When a servant tentatively stepped forward and was about to ask what he meant, Dong Zhuo suddenly drew his sword silently and stabbed the guard to death on the spot!

There was a sudden silence above the main hall, and the musicians in black clothes and low hats held the instruments in their hands, and their hands trembled directly, not to mention the others.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was getting heavier and heavier, Dong Zhuo, who had been silent, suddenly said sullenly.

"Keep playing."

"Someone! Keep up the music! ”

Hearing Dong Zhuo open his mouth, the little eunuch on the side hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice, and everyone in the hall also reacted.

For a while, the drums and strings were shengxiao, and suddenly it was lively again.

It's just that outside of this excitement, Dong Zhuo, who was sitting on the top of the main hall, completely lost his previous casualness.

That sound, everyone in the hall just heard it, but it was a different feeling for a master at Dong Zhuo's level.

Before that loud bang, there was also an extremely strong sword qi!

Domineering and fierce, the world is hard to beat!

Dong Zhuo could clearly feel that the power contained in it was like ripples in the pool water, constantly spreading, and finally touched him.

It was a silent admonition.

In this Luoyang Palace, there is someone so bold? So strong?

Dong Zhuo was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to get angry easily, after all, the biggest reliance in his hands was not by his side now.

"Damn! If Feng Xian is here, how can he allow Er's others to be rampant! ”

As soon as he thought of this, the green tendons on Dong Zhuo's forehead rose.