Hu Mei'er and Xiong Jun followed Zhao Qi out of the cave in a daze. "Brother, you just say a few words about the demon tiger and you will be obedient?"

"He will. ”

Seeing that Zhao Qi was so confident, Hu Mei'er, who knew Zhao Qi, didn't ask any more, but Xiong Jun didn't know! I thought Zhao Qi was bragging, "That, Your Majesty, if you don't suppress the demon tiger, Yong'an City will suffer after you leave! Although my strength is slightly stronger than the demon tiger, I can't stop him from making trouble! You are so sloppy, be careful that he retaliates against you!"

"Huh!"

Zhao Qi smiled mysteriously, there were some things he didn't bother to tell Hu Meier and Xiong Jun, these two monsters have bigger mouths than the other, if they tell the story of the demon tiger, the little goblins all over the mountains will know.

That is still the only thing that the demon tiger has done for so many years. Zhao Xin, the king of Yong, recorded in the secret letter in the study that the demon tiger entered Beishan at night to steal and was brutally abused. The dead demon tiger coveted the demon beasts caught by King Yong's men, and wanted to enter the cave to get a piece of the pie, but he broke into Zhao Xin, the king of Yong, who was cultivating in the blood pool, and hit the iron plate directly.

If it weren't for the speed of the demon tiger begging for mercy and promising many demon beasts at the level of demon generals, Yongwang Zhao Xin was merciful and released the demon tiger, even so, when the demon tiger left, he was chopped off a tail and sucked half of the essence of Yongwang Zhao Xin. The tail bone of the demon tiger was made into a bone whistle by Lou Dongjin, and every time he patrolled the mountain, the demon tiger was angry and itchy.

After a walk around Xiong Jun's Cave Mansion before bidding farewell to Xiong Jun, Zhao Qi began to work on the last thing before leaving, the ghostly spirit faded into a god.

In the middle of the night, when the demon spirit knelt down in front of Zhao Qi again, Zhao Qi could clearly see that the original golden thread had spread to the whole body of the demon spirit, and the whole room exuded a faint golden light when the ghost spirit could not hide it.

"Hell, how long will it take to survive the catastrophe!"

"Your Majesty, there are probably two months left, and Weichen will be able to cross the catastrophe and turn into a god. ”

"Alas, I can't wait! You hurry up and cultivate, these two pieces of soul jade should be able to help you cross the catastrophe quickly, Daozi Li Changming has already made a move, if I stay in Yong'an, the people will be in danger." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. With this soul jade, I will be able to turn into a god within three days. ”

After saying that, a cloud of black mist enveloped the soul jade and fled into the sky.

This is three days, all parties are discussing fiercely, the news that Liu Fang brought back also made those small sects a lot more honest, it is obvious that Yong'an is guarded by the demon monarch of the Yuanying rank, and the cheats are also obtained by a young man, once the young man cultivates, the fate with the Daozi will be concluded, and everyone can no longer rob it.

The people of the Covering Sea Sect are having a headache now, and the strength of the sect can completely clean up a meal of Xishan Xiong Jun, but if you want to kill Xiong Jun, the Covering Sea Sect will also have a lot of vitality, and in the end, you won't get anything, stealing chickens will not make a fuss, but for the reputation and loss of the sect, this breath can't be swallowed. The rest of the cases are in this dilemma.

"Your Majesty, tonight, Weichen will be able to cross the catastrophe, but the location of this catastrophe ......"

"It's in the Imperial City! I'll find someone to protect the people of Yong'an tonight. You can survive the catastrophe in peace!"

That night, Xiong Jun sent a lot of demon general-level demon beasts to guard around Yong'an to prevent accidental injuries from the Heavenly Tribulation.

Ghost God Tribulation, Ninefold Thunder!

Although the Xia Dynasty has fallen, when Zhao Qi was first called the emperor, he had broken up the national fortune and divided it into the body of the people, took it from the people, and used it for the people. As long as the people of the Xia Dynasty are still there, and they still think that they are the people of the Xia Dynasty in their hearts, there is still hope for the Xia Dynasty.

This time, he wanted to communicate with the people, and use the national fortune to help the ghosts and evil spirits turn into gods, just under the inspiration of Zhao to pray, when the smoke entered the sky, in all directions, whether it was Yong'an City or the Xia Dynasty slaves far away in the sky, they all seemed to feel something, and couldn't help but say, put down the things in their hands, looked up at the direction of the Xia Dynasty's national capital, and a faint purple gold smoke escaped from the top of their heads and floated towards Yong'an.

"What are you doing? You shitty dogs, you don't hurry up and get things done. Dinner is all halved!"

In the farm of a nobleman in Lanfeng Country, the overseer was whipping the slaves who were standing still with a whip, and when he saw a woman's stomach slightly bulging, he kicked it down directly, "What a cheap seed, don't you work hard! A slut who is tired of being played by the head of the family, and still thinks that his status is noble?"

After kicking and still getting angry, he directly dragged the woman's hair all the way to Ma Peng, and then shouted angrily: "Look at it! Work hard, and if you are lazy, I will beat you to death." ”

The muffled snorting and wheezing sound that came from the stable, and the slaves who had started to work again could only clench their hoes in anger, daring to be angry and not daring to speak......

Yong'an City was full of purple smoke, "Your Majesty, it's not worth it! ”

The demonic spirit floated in the air, resisting the purple smoke from melting into its body, setting up layers of barriers around it.

"Don't worry! I'm here, the Xia Dynasty is here! In the future, my Xia Dynasty will definitely have the fortune of the country, so you can rest assured that you can survive the catastrophe! Now the most important thing is to protect the people of Yong'an. ”

The Holy Command must not be violated!

The demonic spirit had closed its eyes, let go of its mind, and let the purple smoke melt into its body. The purple smoke is like a catalyst, the body of the demonic spirit quickly shrunk, but the center is as black as ink, the golden light and purple light of the Dao are changing in it, before it is integrated into the national fortune, the demonic spirit is still like a visible cloud of smoke, after integrating into the national fortune, the body is condensed like ink.

All along, the ghost spirit has been devouring the soul of Yong'an, and there is no way to completely condense the body, with the help of the national fortune, he directly came to the limit of the ghost spirit, and he can turn into an entity just by crossing the tribulation.

The entire imperial city has been shrouded in layers of black curtains, and everyone doesn't know what is happening inside, only Hu Mei'er, Zhao Qi, and the ghostly spirit are among them, Hu Mei'er curiously grabbed the purple smoke with her hand, and found that she couldn't catch it at all, and passed between her like a swimming fish.

"Come on, thief God, let me see, you still have a few pounds and two!"

Yong'an City, which is already full of dark clouds all the year round, has a little more depressing, and the people of Yong'an are hiding at home, and they don't notice that there are some strange-shaped monsters guarding the street corners.

Sting!

A miserable white thunder fell from the sky, and then Hu Mei'er saw a scene that made her ashamed.

The demonic spirit didn't care about the thunderstorm at all, and rushed directly to the clouds against the thunder, silently thinking in his heart, I can't help even a thunderstorm! I want to defeat your damn providence! I want you to know our anger and unyielding will.

On the ground, I could only see the cracks in the clouds, the shattered thunder turned into a thunder snake and splashed around, Hu Meier felt as if time had stopped, and stared blankly at the ghostly spirit in the sky, even if it was so far away, Hu Meier could still hear the angry howl of the ghostly spirit.

The thunder flashed for a long time, and finally a black cloud was split out of the clouds by the thunder,

"Come on!"

The ghostly spirit spread out its palms to feel the last will of its compatriots, and muttered: "Let's fight with this thief God! Back then, we didn't have the power to resist, but now it dares to deceive me!"

It seemed to be instigated by the demonic spirit, and even the black curtain that covered the imperial city was like a boiling debut smoke poured towards the demonic spirit.

The demonic spirit that recovered its strength rushed into the cloud of calamity again, this time the cloud of calamity was surging more fiercely, it seemed that the Heavenly Dao was also angered by this ghost thing that did not know the height of the sky, and there were constantly clouds of calamity from afar to the imperial city, and the clouds contained the power of heaven and earth elsewhere.

The soul of Yong'an has already understood that as long as the ghosts turn into gods, their relatives will be safe and worry-free, and they will all be completely burned and poured into the heavenly tribulation, even if they are turned into nothingness by the thunder and lightning, they will not hesitate! The ghostly spirit crisscrossed the clouds in all directions, and the whole body was blessed with a faint purple light curtain, and the dark thunder was weakened a lot.

Just when countless clouds were about to pour into Yong'an, suddenly the people of Yong'an seemed to be roaring unwillingly in the sky, and the clouds were scattered, and the clouds that had no target around them could only gradually fade away.

The Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and people fight for a breath!

The imperceptible black curtain around the imperial city also turned into green smoke and disappeared, and the heavens and the earth were thinking about a sentence,

"We won! We won!"

The ghostly yin god covered in golden light fell from the sky, knelt down on one knee in front of Zhao Qi, and said to himself sadly: "Your Majesty, it was Weichen who was impulsive! Your Majesty, please condemn you. ”

"Alas, arise thou, and I have the honour to condemn thy sin. You look up at the starry sky and listen to the echoes in the wind, you're right, it's the goddamn God's fault, it's my fault. You have taught me a lesson today, and I have learned a lot. I don't have the power to correct you now, but I promise that he will be glorious in the future, and you will be the patron saint of the empire!"

After speaking, Zhao Qi sketched the purple smoke and gently clicked a purple circle in front of the forehead of the Ghost Yin God, and a trace of national fortune was left in the body of the Ghost Yin God. The purple smoke that filled the city also soared away as the clouds disappeared.

Li Changming, a Taoist who had returned to the Daomen, watched the sky at night, pinched his fingers and calculated the matter of Yong'an, and muttered: "You shrunken-headed turtle is willing to give it up! Since you don't know the current affairs, let me choose one hundred and eight stars to meet you, the former purple micro star......