Fenghuadu Chapter 50: The Emperor's Divine Power, the Dark is Unforgiving

Magical powers, ascending dragon tricks!

According to legend, it was created by the first emperor of the ancestral dynasty, and after being transformed by Emperor Taizong of this dynasty, the threshold of his cultivation was lowered.

The dragon is divided into six types - the hidden dragon seal, the dragon seal, the dragon seal, the leaping dragon seal, the flying dragon seal, the dragon seal, the six seals have their own strength, the six seals are cultivated, the seals are inherited, and the dragon seals can be formed into a group of dragon seals, the dragons have no head, and they are lucky!

The ascending dragon is a great achievement, with the potential to move mountains and reclaim the sea, swallow the sky and devour the earth, and thunder!

Edgeworth flew in the sky outside the castle, and the dragon ascension technique that the emperor had rewarded echoed in his mind.

After leaving the palace, Su Mu fully knew the high value of the Ascending Dragon Jue from Wen Daoyan's mouth.

Even if this secret is placed in the royal family, if you want to cultivate, you need to go through many tests before you can get it.

And the first emperor of this place was the supreme existence of the competition between the countries and clans in the era of Zhengrong, and the era in which he created is the only one that is comparable to the existence of the Five Emperors.

Just this name, you can see the power of the Ascending Dragon Recipe from the tip of the iceberg, even if the Ascending Dragon Recipe in Su Mu's hand was no longer created by the First Emperor.

But Emperor Taizong of this dynasty is also a generation of emperors who can chase the beginning.

Rewarding himself with such an expensive supernatural power, is it really just because he saved the Emperor Dao True Dragon by mistake?

The true dragon of the royal road really needs to be saved by himself?

The emperor's words had clearly told him that he knew what he had done before entering the Mingge Lake, so how could he not know after that?

Rosh used black water and gum crystals to capture the real dragon, how could the emperor not know?

Shouldn't his own mistake ruin some of the emperor's plans?

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More than ten days later, after many days of wind and frost, Su Mu finally entered the territory of Shuchuan.

Due to the blockage of the mountains on the northern border of Shuchuan, there are no people for a long distance.

Su Mu has been flying on the mountains for a long time and needs to be repaired urgently, especially now that he has not completely departed from the realm of the mortal body of the flesh, it is still impossible not to eat.

Whether it was a year in Jianmu or almost a year in Mingge Lake now, what Su Mu relied on was not his own cultivation, the pool in Jianmu and the five qi of the true dragon given by the Emperor Road True Dragon were the key.

The top priority, Su Mu's request is to find a place to rest as soon as possible.

Finally, shortly after flying away from the mountains.

Su Mu saw a small village located in the middle of the mountains, and from the sky, there were about seventy or eighty families in this village, and it should not be a problem to find a family to spend the night.

At this moment, it is sunset in the western mountains, and the sky is full of sunshine.

Even though he was still far away from this village, Su Mu could already see that there were many people at the entrance of the village carrying hoes and carrying burdens to rush back.

The people seemed to be very anxious, and gradually they could hear what they were saying.

"Everyone, run, it's dark and unforgiving!"

"Alas, if we continue like this, it will be a little late to sow the seeds in the ground, and I am afraid that the harvest will not be good in the autumn."

"It's better to have a bad harvest than to die."

"My family is not as good as your family, my family of six people, when the time comes, I will pay the autumn tax, if the harvest is not good, I may starve in winter."

"Wait, the village chief has already brought back news from the county, saying that the county will send the training masters over in three days."

"It's dark and unforgiving, hurry home!" On the rough roads of the village, many people with hoes shouted.

"Old Song Tou, it's dark and unforgiving, hurry up and go back with us," everyone gathered in groups, as if they were guarding against something, and came to a field to greet the men who were bent down and working hard in the field.

Old Song Tou's hair has turned gray, he is over fifty years old, and there were originally two sons in the family, but unfortunately they have all died of illness one after another.

Now he is dependent on his wife, but not long ago, his wife accidentally fell from the upstairs and was paralyzed.

"You go back first, I'll plant these nests and go back."

Everyone knows that Lao Song's legs and feet are not good, and it is very troublesome to go back and forth to the field, he obviously hopes to finish planting this land today, and he doesn't have to come again tomorrow.

The villagers persuaded him to go quickly, and a young man said: "Uncle Song, you put the guy's business in the field, and I will plant it for you tomorrow, you see that you really can't stay in this day, it's dark and unforgiving!" ”

Old Song Tou is a person who doesn't like to trouble others, and he always believes that he can still take care of himself.

The villagers all understood, and after persuasion failed, they could only tell him to go back quickly, and they didn't dare to stay in such a fateful place for a long time.

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Night is coming.

The old Song Tou in the field straightened his waist with difficulty, went to the ditch to wash the dirt on his hands, and looked to the west, but the sun was no longer visible.

In the dim sky, he could only see the road under his feet, and he picked up his farm tools and hurried home.

"Xiulian, your Uncle Song has never treated you badly, I still remember coming to your Uncle Song's house for dinner when I was a child, and Uncle Song gave you candy,"

"Another time, when you were a child, you had a high fever, and Uncle Song ran more than 30 miles of mountain roads on your back overnight, and your Uncle Song's foot was injured that night, Xiulian, do you remember."

On the way to the entrance of the village, there was no moonlight, and the old Song Tou walked forward, "You are a kind child, Uncle Song has never believed in that incident." ”

"I also went to persuade the village chief at that time, but your mother-in-law is too tough."

"Thank you~Uncle Song~ Xiulian remembers that Xiulian will not hurt Uncle Song~"

A cool night breeze blew from behind and hit the back of Old Song's head.

Old Song Tou's body instantly stiffened, and he was startled by the sound brought by the night wind.

He clenched the scythe in his hand sharply, and subconsciously turned to look behind him.

In the dark night, on the empty road, a piece of floral clothes half a foot off the ground was floating towards the old Song head.

The tattered floral clothes seemed to have been burned, and further up, there was a face with distorted facial features that looked like it had been burned by fire, "Uncle Song~ Take me to my Bao~ Okay?" Xiulian, please~"

The distorted eyes continued to distort visibly to the naked eye, from the left eye to the center of the eyebrows, and the right eye to the bridge of the nose.

As for the nose and mouth, I don't know where they went.

Old Song Tou opened his mouth wide, couldn't scream, and couldn't take a step, the strength around his body seemed to be taken away in a moment, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

"Who dare to disturb passers-by here!"

The moment before the fainting, Lao Song Tou heard such a voice, and then saw a touch of white clothes appear in the sky behind Xiulian.

The white-clothed sword came, and the light that appeared behind him seemed to be a legendary immortal.

Old Song Tou felt that it was really an immortal who came, because in such a dark environment, he actually saw the white-clothed young man in the sky clearly.

The temperament is refined, and the appearance is as delicate as a fairy, as if it is not stained with the slightest dust.

Followed by...

The light that appeared behind the white-clothed immortal turned into an extremely thin line, piercing through the body of the broken flower Xiulian in the snap of his fingers.

Some people died, but not completely......