"Me?"

Ah Qing frowned, stretched out his hand and calculated. She cultivates the way of luck, and like Ye Chen, they have all walked out of their own way after reaching this realm. Although she can't observe the changes in the world through memory like Amu does, Qi Yun can also see the information she wants.

The pupils turned pure white with the flow of luck, and Amu was a little surprised to see this scene.

"Huh?"

In Amu's heart, his sister A-Qing is still the little girl who needs his care, otherwise he wouldn't have come all the way back to help. But now it seems that he may have underestimated his own sister.

In Ah Qing's vision, outside the sun-like luck of Kunlun Mountain, there was an extra layer of black-red smoke. The smoke was born out of nothingness, and like a chain of calamity, it wrapped around the luck of the entire mountain, and then affected everyone on the mountain, including him and Amu, who had just entered the Kunlun Mountain region.

"Bad luck is rampant. ”

Ah Qing closed his eyes and said a word.

"The emperor of the Divine Dynasty finally couldn't help it, but there was one thing I couldn't understand, what gave him such a big confidence. ”

Amu was also a little puzzled. Not long ago, Ye Chen pressed across a realm and created a heavenly realm. At this time, it was the time when the power of blood cultivators was in full swing, and everyone in the world did not want to join it. In this environment, the emperor of the Divine Dynasty was actually ready to declare war on Kunlun Mountain, and he really didn't know what gave him confidence.

"No matter what kind of confidence it is, it's not worth it. ”

Ah Qing shook his head.

After all these years of practice, Ah Qing has rarely done anything. She really doesn't want to have a war, because war represents calamity, which is contrary to the luck path she practiced.

"Will he make a move?"

"With his current strength, he should be able to stop this disaster. ”

Ah Qing looked up at the sky, his gaze resting on the vast land of the Void God Realm.

In the empty God Realm, although there are three Great Emperor Thrones, Ah Qing and Ah Mu brothers and sisters have never gone up. The entire God Realm was alone, and only Ye Chen was alone. Over the years, Ye Chen seems to have been forgotten by the world, he sits quietly in the clouds, and the audience rises and falls, as if he has become an outsider. Even this time, the Emperor of the Divine Dynasty was ready to declare war, ready to define him as a demon. There was no sign of him moving either.

"I'm going to jump out. ”

Ye Chen's gaze was withdrawn from the mortal dust and he looked up at the higher realm. He sensed a higher place, where it was as if a pair of eyes were observing the world. The so-called catastrophe is just a thought in those eyes.

"Immortal Master?"

Vaguely, Ye Chen could already catch that wisp of breath.

This breath is the immortal who helped him change his life against the sky when he was dying.

Capital.

Build an Amber house.

"Jian Anbo, congratulations!"

"Where, where, Lord Li, please. ”

The guests walked back and forth, and Jian Anbo walked in the crowd in black clothes, constantly greeting the crowd, and smiling constantly, which can be described as a spring breeze.

Today is the day when Jian Anbo's new mansion is completed, because his daughter has become a second-generation disciple of blood cultivators, Jian Anbo has also become the banner of blood cultivators in Beijing. His daughter Murong Xue was respected as the senior sister among the second-generation blood cultivators, and she was an existence at the same level as Prime Minister Li Chengnan, especially after noticing that Murong Xue's appearance had not changed for more than thirty years, some old guys who had stepped into the coffin board with half a foot were excited. One by one, they hollowed out their minds to obtain the immortal law, hoping that they could also become a blood cultivator and gain a long life.

"Sir, the guest is here......"

Boom!!

Before the butler next to him could finish his words, the door was smashed open.

A group of guards in armor and knives rushed in, and the guards who had been guarding the door were still in like garbage, smashing over two tables.

"Daring, do you know what this place is?!"

Jian Anbo, who was proud of the spring breeze, instantly became angry when he saw the scene in front of him, and pointed at the leading leader and scolded. He is the Earl of the Divine Dynasty, an ancient nobleman who has been passed down for thousands of years. In the past thousand years, the Divine Dynasty does not know how many times the Divine Dynasty has changed its magnates. The Jian'anbo family has always sat firmly in Diaoyutai, and even if there is a struggle in the middle, everyone is maintained under dignity, and they still take care of their face on the surface.

But the scene in front of him is obviously someone who has ignored the rules and is about to flip the table.

"Jian'an Bo Mansion, our family knows it very well. ”

The voice of the male duck came in from outside, and the person who spoke was the personal eunuch beside the emperor's soul chong.

"Grandpa Lu?"

After seeing the comer, Jian Anbo instinctively frowned.

"Take the forbidden army to break into the aristocratic mansion privately, is Father-in-law Lu going to rebel!"

Jian Anbo knows the rules of the struggle, and he must be the first to buckle the big hat. It's a pity that Gonggong Lu also came prepared, his action this time can be explicitly indicated by the palace, and he can't even do this thing, so he doesn't have to stay in the palace in the future, and he can find an imperial mausoleum to guard the mausoleum.

"It's just that the behavior of the people below is a little rougher, and we can't compensate the uncle here. ”

Father-in-law Lu replied without being salty.

Jian Anbo 'chuckled' in his heart, vaguely understanding that something big was going to happen.

It's just that the emperor dared? Didn't he see the one in heaven!

"The apology is also said, and we will start to get down to business later. After speaking, Gonggong Lu took out a scroll of holy decrees from his sleeve.

"Speaking of which, our family came over this time to give good news to my uncle. Gonggong Lu said as he unfolded the holy decree.

Annunciation?

Jian Anbo looked at the holy decree, hesitated for a moment and knelt down. He still abides by the rules on the surface. One by one, the guests who had come to celebrate wanted to slip away, but the door had been blocked by the guards. In desperation, he could only kneel down with Jian Anbo, after all, it was a holy decree, everyone looked down on the emperor behind his back, and no one dared to disobey it on the surface. The majesty of the Divine Dynasty for thousands of years has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it has been trampled on by Ye Chen, the national teacher, in the past two years.

"The emperor has decreed that Uncle Feng's concubine Murong Xue will be Concubine Ning and enter the palace on the same day. ”

Normally, the emperor's concubine has to choose the auspicious day of the zodiac through the Ministry of Rites, but Soul Chong obviously has no intention of doing so. The purpose of his acceptance of Murong Xue as a concubine was not to expand the harem, but to declare war on the Great Snow Mountain.

Jian Anbo's brain is buzzing!

Concubine?

His daughter is not an ordinary noble child, but a second-generation disciple of Kunlun Mountain, a descendant disciple of the blood cultivator ancestor A Qing, a real immortal! How could such a person be a concubine for Soul Chong. The relationship behind this is also clear to the emperor soul chong, but in this case he still made an order, and the meaning of the representation can be imagined.

"Little Girl......"

"What is his soul, and he also wants to accept me as a concubine, is he tired of it!"

Without waiting for Jian Anbo to finish speaking, Murong Xue, who was dressed in white, walked out of the mansion. The aura of the third order burst out in an instant, and the guards surrounding the Jian'an Mansion flew out.

For a powerhouse like Murong Xue, the number is meaningless at all.

"Presumptuous! You are a small commoner, and you dare to call the saint by his name, which is really a great rebellion. ”