Jingzhong, ugly time.

Wang Quanquan had just come out of the palace gate, yawning and walking in the direction of the mansion.

At this moment, the exclamation of the guards sounded behind him, and Wang Quanquan turned his head in confusion, only to see several guards led by Zou Shun looking up at the sky.

Wang Quanquan followed their gaze and looked at the sky, only to see that the night sky, which was originally sparse with moon and stars, was rapidly shrouded by dark clouds at this moment, and after a while, half of the sky was visibly darkened with the naked eye, and Wang Quanquan frowned slightly, this dark cloud didn't seem to be quite right.

Everyone was stunned, and the entire capital was already shrouded in darkness, and the guards hurriedly lit the torches, and at this moment, thunder gradually sounded in the sky, from far and near.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wang Quanquan always feels that there is a faint dragon chant mixed in it.

……

In a small monastery somewhere west of the capital, a female monk from the Western Regions is meditating, and sitting next to her is a little apprentice who will be shaved tomorrow.

The dark clouds poured in the sky, and the Guisheng Temple instantly darkened, and the female monk seemed to feel something, opened her eyes and got up to the window, and quietly looked at the black clouds outside the window.

A loud "boom" sounded, the sky was brightened by thunder, and in the tumbling sea of clouds, there seemed to be a person standing on top of the dragon.

In the presiding meditation room, the middle-aged monk over forty turned over, muttered a few unclear words and continued to sleep.

……

At this time, the most chaotic was Ouchi, the emperor had just put down the recital and planned to go back to the palace to rest, when he suddenly rolled his eyes without warning and passed out.

The eunuchs under his command panicked all of a sudden, and hurriedly carried the Son of Heaven into the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The imperial doctor who rushed to hear the news looked at Emperor Shun Tieqing's face, and didn't know where to start for a while, so he reached out and sniffed, exhaling more than in.

Several doctors were busy for a long time, pricking needles and pouring medicine, but it didn't have any effect, but they tossed the one on the bed to make his face even greener.

The queen mother next to her, who has always been kind, had an ugly face that was even more ugly than Emperor Shun, and almost cut down a few imperial doctors on the spot, but in the end, Ye Jian came out to relieve the siege:

"Queen Mother, please calm your anger, Your Majesty is not suffering from a sudden illness this time, but by a demon."

"Demons?" Nie Yingxue looked puzzled.

The old man nodded, retreated around, and then briefly told Wen Fuding about it.

At this moment, a voice sounded in the sky that no one had ever heard before, and this voice could not be clearer, it was the legendary sound of the dragon's groan.

……

Not long after, a golden dragon came to the top of the palace, and at the position of the dragon's head, there stood a Taoist wearing a purple gold robe.

The golden dragon obviously didn't want to be driven, shaking his head and wanting to throw the old Dao down, the old man snorted coldly when he saw this, and one by one the spells instantly transformed around the golden dragon, the golden dragon seemed to be very afraid of the charms, and honestly didn't dare to move anymore.

"Demon Dao, can't wait so soon?"

Before the king's authority arrived, two white-clothed people appeared in front of the golden dragon, in addition to the king's authority, the other was naturally the female master of the Western Regions.

Wen Fuding stroked his beard and smiled, "Boy, now that the real dragons are crawling under my feet, what are you?" ”

The domineering words have completely lost the image of the former masters.

……

Wang Quanquan was too lazy to speak quickly, his footsteps were light in the air, and his body quickly rushed towards the other party.

The female Dharma King also had no unnecessary nonsense, her hands were folded, the Dharma was solemn, and she waved her palm out, setting off an endless storm out of thin air, and the dark clouds in the sky were also blown away.

Wen Fuding sneered at the corner of his mouth, and stomped the dragon's head lightly, the golden dragon was unwilling to scream, shook the dragon's tail, and collided with the storm set off by the female Dharma King.

A buzzing sound came from the collision location, and instantly spread throughout the entire palace from mid-air, and with the buzzing sound, Emperor Shun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, Ye Jian was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stretched out his head to look out the window.

The female Dharma King's style was extraordinary, although the golden dragon was not injured, but it was also bounced away, the female monk's eyes were calm, and she was about to seal the golden lotus platform, but she was stopped by an old man who stepped on the sword below:

"Don't hurt the golden dragon again, the dragon qi is closely connected with the saint, and hurting the golden dragon is equivalent to hurting Your Majesty."

Wang Quanquan glanced at the other party, frowned, and said, "Can't you let him endure it?" ”

"It's light to say, how can he endure it when he is a mortal in the flesh?"

The old man's face was full of helplessness, and he said in his heart, "You really wish he died sooner?"

……

Wang Quanquan was also in trouble, he looked at the old man opposite, and saw that the other party was having a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Fear, just wait to see the poor road sanctified."

After that, Wen Fuding stepped on the golden dragon again and flew straight towards the sea of clouds.

While a few people hesitated, thunder sounded again in the clouds, the thunder was so loud that it was almost deafening, and at the same time, the dragon's groan became more and more desolate and miserable, revealing the meaning of extreme pain.

The female Dharma King's face changed slightly, "It's a catastrophe." ”

In the palace, Emperor Shun spat out a mouthful of blood again, his face was extremely pale, Nie Yingxue's face was full of anxiety, but he couldn't do anything.

……

The king's power and spiritual sense swept around, and he also noticed the situation in the Heart Cultivation Palace, gritted his teeth and said:

"This old bastard obviously sees our rat trap, and is using dragon qi to resist the thunderstorm, and it is also a knife to stretch out his head and shrink his head, so it is better to simply fight with him.

After the ten thunder tribulations, he can be sanctified, and when the time comes, not only will Emperor Shun die, but we will all have to be buried with him. ”

Wen Fuding is so deceitful that even the Buddha has to be angry, the female monk of the Western Regions nodded, and took the lead in rushing towards the clouds, followed by Wang Quanquan, the old sword fairy sighed, and also drove the flying sword to follow.

Above the black oppressive clouds, there was another dark red cloud, the red halo exuded an unusual coercion, and Wang Quanquan only glanced at it, and felt that the cultivation in his body was unstable.

"Cloud Robbery ......"

Wang Quanquan is also a cultivator, so he naturally knows the significance of the appearance of the clouds.

Under the clouds, Wen Fuding stood proudly on top of the dragon's head, and there were words in his mouth:

"If you don't let me ascend to immortal, I want to ascend to immortal, you think I'm too deep, I'll create even greater evil, I don't believe in heaven and only believe in myself, what can you do to me?!"

Wen Fuding's words seemed to make the clouds really angry, and the red lightning with the thickness of his arm burst down, aiming directly at the Taoist on the dragon's head.

Lao Dao sneered, and the dragon under his feet screamed again, and a pale golden gas emitted out, protecting Wen Fuding's body.

The lightning fell without hesitation, and the heavenly power could not be blasphemed, even if it was the imperial dragon qi underneath.

Another bang......

After the lightning and thunder, Wen Fuding stood in place undamaged, and even his hair was not messy in the slightest, but the color of the golden dragon was a little dim, and his spirit was also a lot sluggish.

The king's authority is gnashing his teeth at the bottom, which is not only related to the life and death of Emperor Shun, but also the national fortune of the entire royal family. Recalling the Jiangshan Sheji, which Emperor Sheng'en and Emperor Xian'en had painstakingly managed all their lives, a wave of anger ignited in his heart.

"Demon Dao is dead!"

Before the king's voice arrived, the man had already arrived.

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