The fire roared and was extinguished in an instant, and after it was extinguished, only the foundation of the Heart Cultivation Palace, which had existed since the Ying Tianfu period, remained.

Emperor Yue's yellow robe cracked, and the blood bloomed like poppies, but this was not the result that Silver Dust expected, he thought that after the roar, Emperor Yue would turn into dust and bury all his wealth and glory.

"I'm forgiven for being able to block such an attack, and I'm a little interested in you. Silver Dust sneered, the Roar of the Eternal Tribulation was a dark magic that was even more terrifying than the Black Sky God, and it was said to be the final cannon fire forged from the lives of all the blood clans in his homeland. The silver-haired boy who is a god may be the first person in recorded history in his hometown to shoot a continuous roar of eternal calamity.

Manju Sawa is still blooming.

The Yue Emperor's chest was torn apart, and the yellow rags mixed with ice-blue metal shards and blood flowers fluttered together like withered plum blossoms. There was a tumult all around them, and panic was evident in the noise.

"Help!"

"Protect the Emperor!"

"Let those rebellious ministers and thieves get into the oil pot!"

These roars of faithfulness are as ridiculous as hurried footsteps. Silver Dust said, the ice circle unfolded under his feet, and within the ice circle, time and space froze.

"But your courage really surprised me, I think as a self-proclaimed emperor, it is unlikely that the real life-saving light device will be placed on the stand-in, and the light device is not a cabbage. ”

"The one with the light in the vessel is already an important weapon of the country, how can it be given to others at will? But the widow didn't expect that those relatives of the Zhao family who wanted to die would actually invite an assassin like you to be able to smash a light artifact ......?"

"If Manju Sawa is tangible, it is probably a holy artifact. ”

"How many benefits did they promise you?"

"They didn't promise me anything. Emperor Yue, for the sake of your courage to dare to appear in the Heart Cultivation Palace, I will reluctantly tell you. ”

"I want to hear about it. The captain of the guard who rushed over from afar in the Yue Dynasty gestured and asked them to stop outside the ice circle, and at this time, the seventeen-year-old boy finally had a trace of boy's blood and bravery.

"I am Zhao Guangyi's person, Zhao Guangyi's righteous son, and Yinchen, the son of the demon fetus. Yinchen said softly, his tone mixed with too many chaotic and unknown emotions, these emotions were complicated and obscure, even Emperor Yue couldn't figure it out.

"Silver Dust...... Zhao Guangyi?!Is my dear uncle?!Even he is tempted by the position of this emperor?! No, no, he only covets the people of these cities in the southeast! He is a careerist......

"Okay, it's good to know. When a sour taste called jealousy appeared in Emperor Yue's voice, Yinchen stopped talking. He didn't want to listen to the whining of a seventeen-year-old boy, even if the boy was called the Emperor.

"Hasn't he given up that unrealistic ambition yet?" asked Emperor Yue through gritted teeth.

"Isn't your ambition unrealistic? I want to hold the thigh of the slave of Jianzhou for the rest of my life. ”

"The Zhao family is finished, and the Seventh Dynasty is exhausted......

"Mu Yang dog, who can't wake up, you will die in the big dream of worshipping foreign people. Unwilling to explain to him, Silver Dust raised the gun in his hand again, this revolver-like weapon of all kinds was actually coagulated with his blood.

However, before he could shoot, Emperor Yue pulled out a paper fan from his waist, and the moment the paper fan was opened, it rose against the storm, and a circle of crimson qi rolled to form a shield.

Light weapon defense is another light weapon defense that can absorb the roar of Eternal Calamity.

Silver Dust's spear was lowered, and the captain of the guard in the distance also rushed over, sinking into the ice circle and temporarily turning into a crystal statue. Yinchen raised his other hand and put his hands in a qigong cannon-like starting gesture on his chest.

The starting style is not important, it just adds a little sense of ritual to Silver Dust.

"Do you have any last words, have you ever wondered what your nickname is?" said Yinchen, three light wheels lit up behind him.

The light wheel appeared, the sky was suddenly shrouded in darkness, and an irresistible killing intent penetrated the sky, extinguishing the sun and crushing the moon, and somewhere in the imperial city, a strong horizontal wave of similar strength and weakness rose turbulently, and the two collided, churning the dense darkness in the sky into a spiral-shaped cloud belt.

Silver Dust glanced over there.

At the moment when he shifted his gaze, Emperor Yue screamed, and pounced again, the claw blade of his left hand flashed with vicious light, piercing Yinchen's chest-

"The Cult of God is the Art of Great Judgment, the Holy Light of Doom. Silver Dust removed a hand and reached out to tap the Yue Emperor, and the Yue Emperor who was defending against the light weapon was immediately engulfed by a huge light sword.

The moment the lightsaber disappeared, the holy light was transformed into clean ice, like the purest crystal in the world, he was frozen by the ice, and his flesh and blood were completely integrated into the blue ice crystals, the heat of the lightsaber burned the defense of the light weapon, the cold ice crystals froze the wind, and the treasure fan and the claw of his left hand shattered under the pressure of the ice.

The fragments turned into ice dust and fell little by little, and the rest of the Yue Emperor completely turned into blue ice crystals except for one face. In the straight line crossed by the lightsaber, the glacier towered, and clusters of smaller ice swords grew on the glacier, looking like an icy sword-backed dragon.

"You! You really dare to kill the king! Do you know that my brothers still have the relationship of Jianzhou slaves no matter what! You! You! You-"

"You want to say I'm going to die under your father's iron hooves?"

"That's right!"

"Just because you recognize the thief as your father, you and your brothers and sisters who God knows where they came from, should all be removed from the Zhao family's genealogy. Silver Dust snapped his fingers, and the sound of the ice shattering exploded into a wave of skyrocketing air, spreading far away, blasting all the guards rushing up within the ice circle into powder. For a moment, a blue cold mist drifted on the pedestal of the Heart Cultivation Hall.

"No matter how much you suffer, you deserve genocide if you try to preserve yourself under the iron heel of the invaders, and even help and abet on abuse. ”

Silver Dust sneered and turned around, walking towards the powerful fluctuation, his robe tumbling like a black monstrous wolf.

At the fluctuation, several parties are fighting.

The young prince was present, and behind him stood a Jianzhou slave, and Yinchen was not interested in distinguishing who belonged to.

The magician entered the state of the ghost god Shura, and his black robe turned into a shadow that would not be hit by the entity, and he reluctantly pulled up his hood, crouched down, and hid behind a strange stone.

In addition to the young prince who appeared on Peacock Terrace, among the rest of the people, there were King Xian, King Mei, King of the East and King West, and even several princes.

"Zhenguo Gong, do you dare to trespass into the palace forbidden?" King Xian was the first to attack, and the funny thing was that there were two other masters of Jianzhou slaves standing behind him.

"Isn't the old man coming to King Qin...... Do you say, Your Majesty?" Zhen Guogong turned his head and asked about a ruin, and a hand that was still trembling slightly stretched out from the ruins, and the sleeves stained red by blood were supposed to be bright yellow.

The ruins did not respond. King Xian smiled, smiled seriously, and had the style of holding the general trend of the world: "Grandpa Guo, let's not say that it was you who gave Your Majesty the last time, just talking about this abolished matter, but what about the private affairs of our Zhao family!"

"Private matter? Do you really regard this piece of land in the southeast as your 10,000-year-old family business? If you lose Pershing, do you still want to continue to enjoy the imperial power? Who stipulates that the Zhao family in the south will not be replaced?"

"Bold!" King Xian roared, his eyes wide with rage: "You-"

"The lord humiliates the ministers and flees, it is justified, and the people in the Guogong Mansion also want the old man to go further?"

"Then it may not be your Zhenguo Gong, my Wei Guogong hasn't closed his eyes yet!" At this time, an even older voice sounded from behind the ruins.

"Then it's up to each person. Zhenguo Gong said fearlessly, personally bent down and pulled up in the ruins, as if looking for something important, the two young Jianzhou slaves behind him stood in place, almost not moving, coldly watching the elderly Guogong doing manual work, without the slightest intention of going up to help.

He was pulling here, and the others were also moving, including the young prince who also quietly approached the ruins. Only King Hyun and King Mei stood by.

"Ridiculous, can't these people even tell the difference between agitation and his stand-in?"

"I'm afraid that even if I find my true body, I may not be able to know where the eight-sided Linglong is...... Lao Xian, you said that Zhao Guangling, that bear child, wouldn't transfer the eight-sided exquisiteness, right?"

"Where can he be transferred? The exact location of the eight-sided exquisite, that is the king and you have been planning for three years, and seized an opportunity to catch one of the ministers of the father's emperor, only to find out, not to mention whether the light spirit will know such a tattered light weapon left by the Fourth Dynasty, even if the world is over, how can he free up his hands to arrange anything, let alone tell the agitation when it is like a thing. ”

"Yes, back then, my father was not good, this bureau was really wonderful, three of the thirteen secret treasures were hidden in the bright place, and a large array was laid out, and there were three hundred taels of silver here, so that everyone in the world looked at it, looking at the foundation of this unfailing country, but did not think about the large array guarding, but it was the relics of Ling Dongde that were exquisite, with this, the words of the world will be attributed to us, the three of them become tigers, accumulate and destroy the bones, no matter how powerful the slaves of Jianzhou are, they will not be able to withstand the tongue of our giant Confucian! No matter how powerful he is in the Eight Banners of Jianzhou, can he still watch everyone's words and deeds?"

"It's a pity that this kid has mastered the orthodoxy of the world, but he still recognizes the thief as his father!"

"yes, I'd rather die than succumb to the barbarians—"

Before the conversation between the two orthodox princes ended, he saw Zhen Guogong standing up, holding a bronze ritual vessel with "eight holes in his body, a crane-headed parrot body, a dolphin body, and tiger legs" in his hand. The lines on this sharp weapon are fine as hair, the image is lifelike, and the purple, red and green three-color smoke rises in the eight prescription holes on the round belly, showing the appearance of a light device, and in the smoke, there are many human faces like Long Aotian's brain-dead aura, but the expressions on these smoke-like faces are lifelike, with joy, anger, sorrow and joy, which is simply a miniature version of the hot and cold world.

The moment Zhen Guogong picked up the device, not only the conversation between King Hyun and King Mei was interrupted, but even the movements of the others suddenly stopped, and the sky that was originally quite clear suddenly became gloomy, and the cold wind howled, and patches of pale snowflakes rolled up from nowhere.

The so-called cold wind is not a natural wind, but the strength of the wind that erupted from the most powerful people in the southern country present. When the young prince saw this posture, he was stunned for a moment, then shrunk, and immediately hid behind an ancient tree. He silently made a few gestures to the Jianzhou slave behind him, and the man nodded and pointed in the direction outside the palace.

Obviously, this prince still has a backhand, and in the face of an uncle like King Xian, he doesn't need to tear his face and rob it.

"Who says there aren't good things in the hands of the stand-in......?

"But even if there are eight exquisite sides, it is only one of the three decisive weapons, according to the ancestral system, all three must be complete, and there must be the vitality of eight auxiliary ministers to do the abolition. Now the other two decision-making weapons, 'Dingguo is Edict' and 'Secret Mold', are not in your hands......" Seeing that Zhenguo Gong got the eight-sided exquisite, the rise and fall didn't seem to be as nervous as Wei Guogong.

"What's more, you still need the blood of the clan to activate the decision-making weapon, where do you come from as a prince......"

"The blood of the clan? The old man thinks no, the old man doesn't have the spirit to wait for the Zhao family. As for the decision-making instruments and rituals, since the old man can take the line of the lamp bro, there is naturally a way for you to hand it over obediently. Zhao Guangxian, don't think that the light vessel in your hand is something to rely on, it will become a hot potato! If you want to throw it out again at that time, it will be difficult!"

"You have a lamp bro behind you, is there no one behind this king?"

"After all, you are the bloodline of the Zhao family, after the Feiyan disaster, I can't tell what the saint means. ”

"That's better than your guesswork!"

“......”

“......”

The two parties did not rush to make a move, but first tried with words for almost half an hour, and then under the nod and consent of their "descendants", they pounced like fighting dogs and started a melee.

Gangfeng returned to its place, the war spirit disappeared, and the weapons became useful again, and weapons such as long swords and short swords and battle axes fought in ping-pong next to the ruins of another hall, what "Wind and Thunder Whirling Slash", "Fierce Sun Poisonous Wind Thorn", "Storm Cloud Piercing Armor Rush" And so on, the ordinary magic skills of the rivers and lakes are now blooming in the hands of these people who can be described as noble-born, agitating the ripples like the tide of the Gangfeng Execution Ground, colliding and eroding each other, and the flash of the blade and the traces of the heavy hammer almost cut the space into many disconnected pieces.

At the moment when the reflection of the lightning-like blade suddenly brought a bright red blood light, a black figure emerged from an inconspicuous shadow somewhere.

"I thought that the fight between you stemmed from Zhao Jiyue's incompetence, and at least one of you was willing to stand up and fight for the recapture of Guozuo and the establishment of a real southern country, but I was wrong, what you people are fighting for is just the position of a high-level minion. ”