This book of XX doctrine on the table can explain some problems - that is, although the branch of Su Yan and her organization has suffered setbacks in the court, it is not without achievements.

The scholars of Guozijian have been developed, which can be seen from this.

In the huge capital, I don't know how many people have been exposed to new ideas, and I don't know how many people have become fans of this kind of thinking.

The capital, which was pressed into a pool of backwater by Cihang Pudu, is afraid that many undercurrents are active underwater.

Zhao Jingyang didn't stay in this small courtyard for long, quietly made a mark on the simple-faced scholar, and left.

The sky is about to die.

Zhao Jingyang walked on the streets of the capital, which was lonely like a ghost city; There are fewer pedestrians than during the day.

Inexplicably depressed, as if a dark cloud was shrouded.

walking, Zhao Jingyang's figure disappeared into the darkness; In the next moment, it was already in the dimly lit palace.

A team of expressionless and stiff guards walked past Zhao Jingyang, and fell on the last one, grabbed by Zhao Jingyang and dragged him behind the flower tree next to him.

After a little look, a wisp of Yuan Gang submerged into the guard's body, and he saw his skull explode, struggling to crawl out of the filthy brain with a transparent centipede.

After the centipede crawled out, the guard's body quickly decomposed, and the stench hit the face.

— but he was already dead.

Zhao Jingyang pinched the transparent centipede, although the centipede was small, its strength was not small, and it struggled, almost as strong as an adult.

In particular, the mouthparts are very sharp, which can be compared to the sword; But at the bite of Zhao Jingyang's fingertips, the bite of the sparks splashed everywhere.

Zhao Jingyang looked at it for a moment, raised his head and looked at the team of guards who were going away, and frowned.

No wonder there are few people in this palace; It is expected that it is like this, all centipedes eat their brains, control their bodies, and they themselves have long since died.

With a rub of his fingertips, he pinched and exploded the centipede; Zhao Jingyang's figure flashed, and with a trace of popularity, he entered a palace.

Through the curtain, I saw an old emperor lying on the couch inside.

At first glance, it looks red and vibrant, but when you look closely, you look numb, like a puppet.

An invisible force emanated from the old emperor, and then filled the heavens and the earth—the stone, on the old emperor.

Zhao Jingyang cautiously did not step forward. After a long pause, he turned and left.

This old emperor is basically finished, and only one breath of popularity remains.

The stone was in the old emperor's mind.

After this investigation, Zhao Jingyang vaguely understood.

'The power of the stones, indeed, is close to the rule; Because it is a feudal dynasty, the emperor, as the head, occupies a part of the human luck; It was used as a medium to spread the power of the stone through humanity.

Three years, it has spread over most of the week; If it is not contained, at most half a year, every corner of the Great Zhou will be filled with this kind of power.

Until this power is broken, there will be natural disasters for many years, and it will never stop!

The sinister intentions are evident at a glance.

This law is established, and the meaning of the emperor's existence as a medium is irrelevant; The power of the stone has penetrated into humanity. ….

Even if the old emperor is killed here, the stones cannot be taken away.

Only by overthrowing the Great Zhou, establishing a new era, and diverting the luck of humanity can we take out the culprit.

Out of the palace, Zhao Jingyang looked up at the sky, with a chill in his eyes.

Between the turns of his thoughts, Zhao Jingyang gathered the information here and passed it to Su Yan and Hao Birou; At present, it seems that the overthrow of the Great Zhou is imminent.

Although Hao Birou's work has been fruitful, the members of their organization are spread over half a week, opening up people's wisdom and reversing their minds, which has in fact constituted the basic conditions for the transfer of humanity and luck; However, if the Great Zhou is not quickly and completely overthrown and the fundamental problem is resolved, then natural disasters are still inevitable.

With murderous intent, Zhao Jingyang came to the minority

One of the few brightly lit streets, the National Teacher's Mansion, is located here.

Zhao Jingyang walked to the front of the National Teacher's Mansion, and his face had returned to its original appearance.

Shi Shiran stepped forward, and a few guards had already stopped: "What person!"

Zhao Jingyang said, "Acquaintances. Is your national teacher here?"

A few guards looked at it, and it was really familiar, but they didn't think about it at a glance; Look at me, I'll look at you, and one of them says, "Wait."

Got in.

After a while, I heard a loud laugh: "Is there an old friend again?!"

Then came a burly man with a black face.

This strong man has a strong physique, and even a few guards here are considered to be tall, and they need four people together, so I am afraid that they will be worthy of one of him.

Between walking, the steps seem to be staggering, but they are as solid as stones; There is a blatant aura, rushing to the face.

Zhao Jingyang smiled, "Isn't it?"

stepped forward and grabbed the black man's arm, and said with a smile, "I'm here to find you."

The black man was stunned, and he felt that he couldn't move; Then suddenly, both of them were gone. There were only a few guards left, and they looked dazed.

In the middle of the night, one of the guards screamed, "I remember!"

As he spoke, he ran wildly: "Isn't that person the most wanted criminal in the world?! I'm going to report to the national teacher!"

Zhao Jingyang's portrait even has the fox king; Master Guanyin, who was almost killed by Zhao Jingyang, had already spread his portrait; Now, every province and every province, but where there is a city, there must be such a picture in the proclamation at the gate.

No wonder it looked familiar before.

After a while, the National Teacher's Mansion was in a hustle and bustle.

...

"An old man of the Martial Saint Realm."

Zhao Jingyang grabbed his arm and walked unhurriedly: "Come, tell you Jingye, what are your plans?"

The black man is an old man who cultivates in the realm of martial saints, and he is held by Zhao Jingyang here, like a puppet, and follows Zhao Jingyang numbly.

My heart was already trembling.

At this moment, Lao Zhen also recognized Zhao Jingyang.

As a first-class existence among demons, of course Lao Zhen knew that Zhao Jingyang was the so-called 'calamity', Guanyin Dashi almost died, and the snake mother was even beaten into slag, such a sensational event in the demon world, how did Lao Zhen not know?

But it's because I know that I'm afraid.

Think about the demons of the Buddhist family in Heaven and Earth, all walks of life are united, just to deal with such a person, you know how powerful he is.

This old man looks fierce, but he is also a spirit.

At the moment, he hurriedly said, "Grandpa spares his life!"

He said, "I don't have the same soy sauce as they do; Grandpa just asked, and I knew everything."

He also said, "I have been looking forward to my grandfather coming, and I will be a cow and a horse for my grandfather!"

The expression on his face was active, surprised and happy, as if he had ushered in a big savior!

Zhao Jingyang glanced at Lao Zhen and said, "It's also a good luck guy."

The old man nodded like a worm: "Grandpa's magical powers are vast and his mana is boundless, and the old bear is like looking forward to Ganlin in a great drought!" Grandpa, you can take me!"

Nineteen generations