Daming, Hongzhou City.

A giant, dozens of feet tall, dressed in the costume of the Son of Heaven.

His appearance is extremely handsome, with a pen in his right hand and a scroll in his left hand, and he has a humble and gentlemanly demeanor.

But what doesn't match his elegant temperament are the four ink monsters guarding him.

Among them, the sheep body and human face, the eyes in the armpits, the tiger teeth and human claws, and the voice like a baby, is one of the four fierce beasts of the legend.

The other evil beast, like a dog and a tiger, with wings on its back, is the strangest of the four fierce beasts.

Then there is a long-haired beast, with a human face, tiger feet, pig teeth, and the four fierce ones.

The last beast is particularly strange, resembling a bear, with eyes but not sight, ears but not hearing, belly without five organs, walking without feet, born chaotic, that is, the chaos of the four evils.

A giant-like Son of Heaven, four ugly and terrifying beasts.

The enemy faced by this strange combination was the Ming army that came to crusade.

Inside and outside the city of Hongzhou, corpses are everywhere.

Ming important ministers such as Yan Song, Xu Jie, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, Lu Bing, etc., were all present.

They were all dressed in court clothes, with solemn expressions and wounds.

After standing silently like a clay figure for a long time, Yan Song suddenly spoke.

"Elder Xu Ge, it's a pity that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince failed to complete this battle."

The corners of Xu Jie's mouth twitched, and an imperceptible look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Not far from the city gate tower, Prince Wanli was covered in bruises, his hair was scattered, and he was sitting on the ground with his knees cross-legged to recuperate his injuries.

Beside Wanli, a bearded man fell to the ground on his back, and his injuries were even more serious.

There was a piercing wound on the right side of the strong man's chest, through which he could see that nearly half of his internal organs had been shattered.

But the more terrifying wound was in the head, a scratch that seemed to be that of a wild beast, and it actually tore a big hole in the scalp and skull of the strong man.

Blood spilled outward from the top of the head, accompanied by a clear, viscous liquid.

At this moment, the strong man only had a faint breath left, but he didn't know if he could be saved.

"Prince ......"

Xu Jie opened his mouth, wanting to argue for Prince Wanli, who was the first to attack the city, but he didn't know how to speak.

Wanli's prince's army was almost completely wiped out under the city of Hongzhou, and even he himself almost fell.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took the lead bravely and did not retreat in the face of danger, which is really an example of a Ming soldier."

At this time, Zhang Juzheng suddenly spoke.

Wanli siege failed?

Then we will not talk about merit, but only whether the prince took the lead and fought bravely.

"Good, good, good."

Yan Song nodded and said three 'good' words in a row.

But when he looked at Zhang Juzheng's gaze, he was as vicious as a snake and scorpion.

Yan Dang and Xu Dang, sometimes calm, sometimes tense.

There was only one person in the Ming Dynasty who could mediate between the two parties in the event of a conflict.

This person is Emperor Jiajing.

At this moment, Emperor Jiajing is not on the wall, but there is still one person who can act as his microphone and convey his will when Emperor Jiajing is away.

"Ahem!"

"I didn't expect the battle of just one state to be so hard."

Lu Bing coughed dryly, attracting everyone's attention.

"After the class teacher returns to the court, His Majesty will inevitably reward you for your meritorious deeds, and you will be promoted to make a fortune, and Lu will rely on you to take care of you."

He said this very boringly.

As the brother of Emperor Jiajing, the Governor of Jinyi Wei never had to rely on anyone, except the emperor himself.

As for being promoted to an official position and making a fortune, the few people in front of him are either the first assistant and the second assistant, or at least they are also cabinet scholars.

They have a good official residence, and they really can't be promoted.

The only hope is to surpass the ministers who are ranked in front of him.

Therefore, Lu Bing, on behalf of Emperor Jiajing, only conveyed one meaning:

Don't fight!

Whoever wants to be a great minister in the Ming Dynasty, there is no need to rely on party struggle, the only hope can only be the Holy Family!

Whoever I like, who can lead the crowd and be the head of a hundred officials!

There were no stupid people present, and they quickly tasted the meaning of Lu Bing's words.

The reaction of the crowd was different.

Yan Song's old god is there, calm and calm.

As the first assistant, he is a symbol of the Holy Grace.

Xu Jie's face was sad, but fortunately he had a bitter gourd face all year round, and everyone was used to it, and they didn't feel that he was in a depressed mood.

Gao Gong's eyes were burning, he was dismissive of the current state of affairs, he only wanted to focus on the future. What you can't get this time, you will have a chance to take your turn the next time!

Only Zhang Juzheng Gujing had no waves, and the expression on his face had never changed from the beginning to the end of Lu Bing's speech.

He seems to be an outsider, and he has already jumped out of the battle between the Yan Party and the Xu Party.

Lu Bing's gaze swept over everyone, he was quite satisfied with their reactions, and he smiled and kept silent.

At this time, Yan Song suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Yu, the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who had turned into a giant not far away.

"It's a winner."

Xu Jie and the others reacted half a beat slower.

After Yan Song finished speaking, they just raised their heads.

"Yes, it's over." Xu Jie also said, but his tone was a little frustrated, as if he was entangled in himself and slowed Yan Song one step later.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Four explosions!

The four beasts of gluttony, poverty,, and chaos exploded like a splash.

The ink turned into raindrops and sprinkled on the main city of Hongzhou below.

For a time, the roofs of countless houses were dyed with the cloudy color of ink.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!h

A scream!

Li Yu's body was like a ball of deflated air, and countless qi luck overflowed from his body and flew in all directions.

The Hongzhou luck condensed through the [Pangu Giant Body] divine power has all dispersed at this moment.

Li Yu returned to his normal size, but his neck was strangled by a hand.

"How can the luck of a single state condense the real Pangu?"

The person who spoke was none other than Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty.

The winner is decided.

He was radiant, his eyes were like torches, and on his right shoulder stood the Great Ming Vermilion Bird Divine Beast.

The bearing of the divine beast is also far better than the four ugly ink beasts just now.

"Strong ...... It's too strong......" Li Yu smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect that there would be a strong lord like you in the world. If I had been ten years earlier, no, thirty years earlier, I might not have fallen into the predicament I am in now."

A trace of contempt flashed across Emperor Jiajing's face.

Thirty years gap?

Li Yu's self-esteem is inferior, and in the eyes of Emperor Jiajing, he even insults the emperor's demeanor.

"What are you going to do with me?" Li Yu was choked by the throat and said bitterly, "I'm not afraid of death, but it's a pity that I can't die by her side."

Emperor Jiajing's disdain was even heavier.

"Answer a few questions from me, I will leave your whole corpse and allow you to be buried in style."

Li Yu's face changed several times when he heard this.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally reluctantly made a nodding motion.

"The first question, with you and your Tang Kingdom, how could you ascend to the Immortal Realm back then?"

Li Yu smiled bitterly.

He knew that Jiajing meant that Nantang was not worthy of ascension.

"I surrendered to Wu Cao and ascended with her as a vassal of Wu Zhou." Li Yu paused slightly, and then added, "The same is true for Shi Jingjiao."

"The second question, thousands of years later, why are you still so weak?" Emperor Jiajing asked again.

"Because ......," Li Yu looked up at the sky. In the immortal world, it is already very difficult to live, and cultivation and improvement are even more foolish dreams......

His voice was so small that only Emperor Jiajing could hear it.

Imperial thoughts.

Li Yu knew that Emperor Jiajing would not want the conversation between the two at this moment to be heard by a third person.

So, he's really cooperative.

Emperor Jiajing was silent for a long time, and finally asked the third question.

"Immortal realm, how's that?"

He was originally worried that Li Yu would refuse to answer this question, and all kinds of coercion and temptation methods had already been passed through in Emperor Jiajing's mind.

However, Li Yu replied briskly.

"The fairy world, also known as the flood wilderness."

"Flood, Daya."

"The desolate is empty, and all things are ...... to perish."