The sky over the Heavenly City was full of dark clouds, and the cloudy sky just now had turned into a rain sooner.

Gradually, hailstones the size of walnuts began to fall, followed by heavy snow falling.

"It's snowing so early, is there any grievance in the world?"

The people who eat melons are also puzzled when they look at the falling snow and the hailstones that hurt people.

People always think that this kind of snow in June is inhumane to the court.

But not everyone thinks so.

The cultivators all knew that this was a celestial phenomenon caused by the battle of a high-level cultivator, and in order to trigger the celestial phenomenon, it was necessary to cultivate in the last three realms.

Xiao Ran was also standing in the palace, this was the first time he wanted to break through to the Imperial Wind Realm, and he wanted to take a look.

"Don't look at it, even if you are in the Wind Realm, you won't be able to reach that height!

Caiyi obviously understands more.

"Does this mean that the school palace and the imperial court have completely fallen out?" Xiao Ran was a little unsure.

"Come on, although the Eight Sages King covets the throne and competes with His Majesty, the Eight Sages King is a member of the royal family after all, and the blood in the royal family is one of the closest to the empress, and any son of the pavilion master dares to murder, this is too child's play! The empress represents the entire royal family!"

Caiyi said very clearly, this matter is categorically unbelievable, not to mention that the entire Zhao Shanhu actually went directly to the palace to raise people, and did not take His Majesty in his eyes at all.

Although Xiao Ran had never seen Her Majesty the Empress, he knew from others that this person could not help but cultivate to a superb level, and he was suspected to be a saint of the Eight Realms, and at the same time, his wrist was also incredible, and the entire Tianwen Dynasty would have cohesion at any time.

At least the local people respect Her Majesty the Empress very much,

Although there are not two or even three parties above the court, this is a political reality that will occur in all dynasties, and isn't it the same for him today.

High in the sky, He Weiran and the deputy pavilion master of Ling Tian Pavilion were already fighting to the climax at this time.

He Weiran was at a disadvantage, Ling Tian Pavilion was one of the strongest combat forces in the Tianwen Academy, and Ling Tiange itself was the institution in the Tianwen Academy Palace that was specifically responsible for martial arts.

The readers here can't help but read well, and the fights are also fierce.

The Pavilion Master of Ling Tian Pavilion is in retreat all year round, and this deputy Pavilion Master is the daily work of the presiding officer Ling Tian Pavilion, and his status is comparable to that of a Pavilion Master, which is completely equivalent to the Hall Master of the Eighteen Palaces.

"Lord He can't keep me!"

Zhao Shanhu chuckled and said, He Weiran's actual cultivation is about the same as him, but his experience in fighting with people must be much worse than him, the Tianwen Academy Palace and the high-level of the Daomen and Buddhism Sect, he has to come forward, compared to He Weiran, who is in charge of intelligence in the palace, his battle is naturally greater.

"One move determines the victory!" After He Weiran finished speaking, the whole person was flying in the storm, like a noble fairy, just a little older, and she didn't know when a sharp sword appeared in her hand, it was a real long sword.

The corners of Zhao Shanhu's mouth showed a chuckle, the momentum of the whole person changed, and the heroic righteousness of his body instantly turned into murderous aura, like a sharp sword out of the sheath!

The brush that had been standing on the tip of the pen appeared in his hand.

The brush splashed ink in the storm, and the dotted ink instantly filled the air, and rapidly expanded its area, and soon the large sky became like a black curtain, enveloping both sides, without the slightest sunlight penetrating.

The people on the ground just felt that the pregnancy was darker, and the sunlight in the sky was weaker.

But underneath the ink curtain was a point of killing.

A peak of ink can directly reach the martial artist of the Middle Three Realms to be seriously injured or even killed!

This is the strength of the last three realms.

This is the realm of the last three realms!

"What a splash of ink covering the sky!" He Weiran snorted coldly: "Green silk thousand knots!"

When the ink was about to erode He Weiran's body, her black hair rose against the storm, turning into an equally pitch-black curtain that enveloped the two of them.

At this time, it can be regarded as entering the most intense time of the battle.

"The gap between the Seven Realms Paper is very large, whether it is Confucianism, Taoism and Buddha! Under normal circumstances, those who have just entered the Seven Realms are the weakest, because their domain is not perfect, and the follower realm is perfect, their power will increase rapidly, and at the beginning, they can only grasp the space in front of them, but when they reach the peak of the Seven Realms, one realm is enough to envelop a hundred zhang in a radius, and the wider the range, the stronger the combat effectiveness......

Caiyi kept explaining the situation of the Seven Realms, Xiao Ran was also envious when he heard it, and used his own cultivation to shroud a hundred zhang squarely, within this hundred zhang, any existence that is enemy to his own strength will be slaughtered by others.

This is the first time Xiao Ran wants to become stronger!

"Who will win?" Xiao Ran was very concerned about this.

"My teacher, Master He!" Caiyi said affirmatively.

With that, the two of them turned their gaze to the sky again, but they couldn't actually see anything.

On the top of the Tianwen School Palace, a young man in an ordinary Confucian shirt looked at the sky in front of him and was silent for a long time.

At this time, a middle-aged man also went to the top of the mountain.

"Palace Master! Zhao Shanhu is going to be defeated!"

This is none other than Ling Tian Pavilion Lord Zhu Tian, that legend is the existence of the top three in the combat power of the Xue Palace, the first is the palace master!

"Everyone will grow up!" the young man in the Confucian shirt said a painless word, and the middle-aged man couldn't tell what the palace master meant.

It was he who acquiesced to Zhao Shanhu's action against the Eight Sages King, but nothing in the Xue Palace could hide this palace master, so he hinted that Zhao Shanhu killed the Eight Sages King, so he didn't get the acquiescence of the palace master.

If the palace master didn't like it, he would say it, but he couldn't understand the meaning of the current palace master.

However, he would not let his son and his right-hand man be left in the imperial city under any circumstances, never!

......

A ray of sunlight fell from the sky, it tore through the dark clouds, the sunlight was the size of a hair, and finally the crack gradually widened, the sunlight became more devastating, the black clouds leaked everywhere, and finally exploded.

A rain of ink fell from the sky, dyeing the entire dynasty black.

The rooftops are darkened, the streets are darkened, and the rivers are blackened!

The people on the street were afraid of getting dirty, so they ran quickly, even if they couldn't go back to their homes, they had to find a roof to hide.

Some people left late, and the whole person was wrapped in ink, leaving only a mouthful of big white teeth and white-eyed eyes.

Xiao Ran and Caiyi also stood under the eaves, they found it early, so they didn't stain their clothes.

In the sky, Zhao Shanhu's face was pale, his breath fluctuated, the brush in his hand had no ink, the tip of the pen was snow-white, he lost, he didn't expect that he would lose.

And Lord He is still full of green hair, his face is still very pale, and his breath is not smooth, but he is much better than Zhao Shanhu.

"Let's go back and be tried!" He Weiran said coldly.

"Not necessarily!" A figure suddenly sounded in the ears of Zhao Shanhu and He Weiran, and at this time, a sharp claw directly tore through the Void and shrouded Zhao Shanhu directly.

At this time, although Zhao Shanhu's face was pale, but he also flashed a trace of pride, he knew very well what the strength of his pavilion master was, and it was this strength that made him never covet the throne of the pavilion master.

He Weiran's face turned even paler when she saw this claw, because the terrifying aura poured out on her body.

"Not necessarily!" A cold female voice sounded in the ears of the three of them, and Zhao Shanhu's face in the air changed greatly.

"Pavilion master, save me!"