Chapter 196: Unpredictable and Poor Manpower

After arriving at the realm of the eighteenth floor of the earth immortal, it is claimed that it is a law and all laws are passed, although this statement is slightly exaggerated, but it is not unreasonable, after reaching this realm, the horizon is broadened, and many things that seem to be cloudy and foggy become clear at a glance, which is where the insight of the "Dao" is said by the Daomen, so many magical secret methods have become a layer of window paper distance.

It's like the white hair that Bingchen handed over to Xu Beiyou, which is the key to piercing this layer of window paper, Xu Beiyou is recuperating from his injuries at the same time, he also continues to understand the divine meaning contained in this white hair, this method is similar to the supreme sword body of the Sword Sect, it is all about turning skin hair into a sword, but the hair is different from other parts, not only is it difficult to command as an arm, but it is not a sword qi shot through pores, so Bingchen's method of "three thousand feet of white hair" is also unique.

Coincidentally, Xu Beiyou is also white-haired, but unlike Bingchen, Xu Beiyou is caused by the loss of Shouyuan, but Bingchen is white-headed in the ten years under the demon suppression well.

This can also be regarded as a kind of different paths.

Xu Beiyou, who was going to the imperial capital alone, twisted up a strand of white hair and said softly.

The white hair suddenly swelled, and in an instant, it traveled a distance of hundreds of zhang, piercing a yellow leaf that had just fallen from the branch, and then nailed it to the trunk of the tree.

Xu Beiyou's heart moved, and the white hair was withdrawn and restored to its original state.

Just as Xu Beiyou was about to continue walking, he suddenly looked up in the direction of the imperial capital, and his face suddenly became solemn.

The emperor has changed greatly.

After stepping through the sixteenth floor of the earth immortal, in addition to the miracle of the autumn wind and the cicada, the monk also has more sympathetic energy from heaven and man, if there is a major event involving the interference of heaven, he will feel it in his heart, at this time Xu Beiyou's perception, the change of heaven in the imperial capital is drastic, even more than the original change of the mound altar, almost comparable to Xiao Yu's Ming Tomb soaring.

According to reason, he should rush to the imperial capital as soon as possible, but in terms of his current situation, he is really powerless, even if he rushes to the imperial capital at this time, it will not help, and maybe he will put himself in danger.

Xu Beiyou still needed seven days to recuperate from his injuries before he could rush to the imperial capital.

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In the imperial capital.

This sword-like thunder turned into thousands of wisps of "sword rain" falling from above the nine heavens.

instantly submerged Xiao Bai's immortal golden body.

Then the attachment spread on the golden body of Baizhang, winding wildly.

Xiao Bai's golden body couldn't move.

Soon, in addition to the head of the golden body, the entire Baizhang Jin body was full of thunder and dense.

Heaven and earth are filled with an oppressive aura that goes against the way of heaven.

Xiao Bai shouldn't have achieved the realm above the eighteenth floor so quickly, but absorbing the luck of the Son of Heaven and becoming a living immortal was a move against the way of heaven and did not conform to the rules, so the way of heaven was intolerable.

Heaven is bound to kill this unruly person.

Xiao Bai was fearless in the face of layers of heavenly thunder, and slowly reached out to tear these thunders.

The palms of the golden body were pierced by countless thunderbolts, and these thunderbolts were even more like the clouds in the main words, cutting constantly, and the rationalization was chaotic.

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Xiao Bai stepped out suddenly, and his whole body shone brightly, like a scorching sun.

The thunder attached to Kim's body vibrated violently and kept jumping.

Xiao Bai clasped his hands together, made a gesture of holding the sword, and then slashed down with a sword.

The thunder scattered all around.

However, these scattered thunderbolts reconverged into the original sword-shaped heavenly thunder and fell towards Xiao Bai's head.

Sword against sword.

This scene was like two great sword immortals fighting head-on on the eighteenth floor of the earth immortals.

Xiao Bai's immortal golden body shook violently.

The next moment, a clear crack appeared on the center of the golden body's eyebrows, and then this crack began to spread like a spider's web.

Xiao Bai took a step back, the hundred-zhang golden body continued to tremble, and in the blink of an eye, the cracks had spread to the entire face, and there was a golden light bursting out, and then extending downward to the entire hundred-zhang golden body.

The purple glow in the sky is almost substantial.

The thunder fell to the ground, the imperial city shook, and the golden body of Baizhang disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a golden sand river and scattering with the wind.

Xiao Bai's original figure reappeared, and he fell to the ground heavily.

The gate of the Heavenly Gate slowly closed, and after a while, the pillars of luck that supported the Heavenly Gate and the purple clouds that filled the sky slowly dispersed.

Heaven and earth are silent again.

There is no more immortal catastrophe, and the originally shaky snow is becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Xiao Shen outside the Chengtian Gate got up with difficulty, and laughed insolently: "Xiao Bai, you are finally dead, you are finally no match for the towering Heavenly Dao above your head." ”

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Han Xuan looked at this scene, his face turned pale, and his lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all.

What else can be said.

In just half a year, the Great Qi court lost three emperors one after another, what can be said.

Complaining about injustice?

Hate gambling bad luck?

There is no such reason.

Han Xuan, who was already dying, looked more and more old, helped Li Shiqi, turned around tremblingly, and walked towards the cabinet.

Then he found that at some point, Fu Zhongtian was already guarding the door of the cabinet.

"Master Fu. Han Xuan stopped and asked, "How are things going?"

Fu Zhongtian glanced at the direction of Ganquan Palace, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Your Majesty and the Grand Governor are no longer there, are those things still meaningful?"

After all, Han Xuan is an old man who has been crisscrossing the temple for many years, and at this time, he heard a lot of different meanings from these words, and after being silent for a while, he said slowly: "It is related to the Jiangshan Sheji of my Great Qi Dynasty, whether Your Majesty and the Grand Governor are there or not, it is meaningful." ”

Fu Zhongtian stood up straight and said calmly: "If the lower official returns to Han Ge Lao, the lower official has not done what you have explained. ”

Han Xuan's face was very calm, and he didn't ask the reason, but asked directly: "In this way, you are going to do the opposite?"

Fu Zhongtian didn't speak, but leaned forward slightly to show his respect for the old man.

Han Xuan waved his hand to signal Li Shiqi, who was supporting him, to step back, and the cabinet members who were originally going to return to the cabinet with him also stopped, and he tried his best to stand firm, and said slowly: "I remember that you are the cousin of the Empress Dowager and the cousin of the first emperor. At the age of twenty-four, you entered the Hajj to see the Empress Dowager, and the Empress Dowager saw that you were smart and keen, and intended to appoint you as the East Palace Zhan Shi to assist the former emperor Xiao Xuan, who was still the crown prince at the time, and you refused on the grounds of your own lack of virtue, but instead asked the Empress Dowager to allow you to read the Da Nei collection, and the Empress Dowager allowed you to walk in the palace and borrow millions of books in the Wenyuan Pavilion at will. ”

Fu Zhongtian nodded, and said calmly: "My father is the last generation of the peak master of Daomen Tianquan Peak, and my mother is the last generation of the peak master of Daomen Yuheng Peak, Yuchen Dazhen, before entering the Daomen, my mother was born in the Fu family of the wealthy family in Jiangnan, and has a younger brother and a younger sister, and the younger brother later became the master of the Tianji Pavilion and the head of the White Lotus Sect, that is, the famous Mr. Fu. And my sister married Lin Yuan, the king of the grassland, and later gave birth to a daughter to marry Xiao Yu, that is, my cousin Lin Yinping. ”

"It's not that Fu is boasting, I have excellent qualifications since I was a child, I am well-read, read through the classics of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and set foot in the realm of Yipin at the age of ten, enter the realm of ghosts and immortals at the age of fourteen, and set foot in the realm of human immortals at the age of eighteen, which can almost be compared to today's Qi Xianyun. After the crown, I did not worship many great people of the Daomen as teachers, but worshiped under the disciple of Nan Jinren, the great gentleman of Tianji Pavilion, to learn the art of Qimen Dunjia, and thus got acquainted with Lan Yu, the master of Tianji Pavilion, and Xiao Xuan, who was still the prince at that time. ”

He paused slightly, glanced at Han Xuan deeply, and then continued: "Then, it's what Han Ge Lao said. ”