Here are the reckless mountains, countless mountain ranges stretch for thousands of miles, the peaks of the mountains are numerous, the ancient trees are towering, there are rattan hanging down, as if the dragon is coiled, there are countless rare beasts living here.

Tiger roaring mountain forest, phoenix singing Wutong, in a cold pool of more than ten zhang bubbling white gas, a wild frog jumped up, high-pitched dragon groan, whin, a group of drinking elk collapsed to the ground, the frog eyes were cold, a mouthful of an elk, a bang, into the cold pool.

Everything in front of me seems to make people feel like they are back in the wild land, ancient and reckless.

And among the countless towering peaks, there is a high mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles, this high mountain is full of ghosts, and the bottom of the mountain is full of mountains of bones, these bones are humanoid, beast-shaped, and even half-human and half-beast. These skeletons rotted into mountains, and the corpses rose to the sky.

On the high mountain, there is a palace sitting, stretching into a group, the palace is carved with various reliefs of evil ghosts and demons, the face is hideous, and the evil atmosphere is compelling. In a green sheep palace, the palace is carved with all kinds of evil ghosts and demons similar to sheep, and the palace is gorgeous and noble, but because of these statues, it becomes strange and gloomy. Here, the ghost energy condensed into a mist, turned into a trace of rain, and flowed into a large hall.

In the main hall, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a green robe embroidered with three green sheep heads sat on a futon. This Taoist priest has blue hair and a shawl, wears a green jade crown, and has an ordinary appearance, but there is a fine light in his eyes from time to time. If Pan Hao saw this Taoist priest, he would definitely be able to recognize that this was Venerable Qingyang.

This Qingyang Venerable stared closely at the head of the Qingyang tempered by the ghost fire three zhang in front of him, this Qingyang is tall and has two zhang, very peculiar, with the characteristics of twelve genera, there are sheep's beard, ox body, corns, rat ears, dragon horns, monkey head, rabbit back, snake tail, pig buttocks, dog belly, tiger claws, horse mouth.

The turquoise ghost fire kept infiltrating into the green sheep's body, improving the quality of the green sheep, and the green sheep Venerable kept pinching one magic trick after another in his hands, and there was constantly black light imprinted on the Yang Venerable. Suddenly, Venerable Qingyang's heart was shocked. The magic trick in his hand was almost pinched wrong, and the Qingyang magic weapon shook violently, startling the Qingyang Venerable in a cold sweat. Hurry up and remedy, staggered seals in your hands, fast as lightning, cut through the runes, and suppress Qingyang.

At this time, the Qingyang Venerable finally stabilized the Qingyang magic weapon, and he finally knew what the Dao was for Lu He suddenly felt shocked, but it was the apprentice he sent who had an accident, but now the first Qingyang is refining at a critical juncture. When he succeeds in refining, in the middle of the Yuan Shen Period, he will become a top-notch existence.

"Could it be that those righteous monks did it so quickly? Isn't there still a remnant of the Great Song Dynasty's national fortune?"

Venerable Qingyang's eyes were cold and shining, and there was a cold aura revealed.

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By March, the snow and ice had already melted. The trees that have experienced the cold winter are revived, and the tender green branches are withdrawn, and a trace of spring emerges. The rebel army has been suppressed for the time being, but the scope of the war can be said to have spread throughout Qingzhou. General Yan Fu took 10,000 well-equipped soldiers and swept away the rebel army. Although there are some small streams. But it's not a problem anymore.

At the same time, the crown prince, who was less than ten years old, was supported by the ministers to ascend the throne, and the queen mother listened to the government. At the same time, Song Yong, the king of Changshan, was the first to arrive in Kyoto with 10,000 soldiers and horses in the name of the Qing monarch's side.

Kyoto!

A huge and noble, representing the condensation of the Great Song Dynasty Heaven and Earth and the condensation of the national fortune dragon pillar rose into the sky. Connecting heaven and earth. At this time, after the little emperor ascended the throne, there was a slightly illusory four-clawed dragon hovering above the pillar of luck, slowly absorbing the national fortune. Growing. If you can give it ten years, you will definitely be able to turn into a dragon. This dragon aura is impressively the little emperor who is less than ten years old.

At this time, above the court, one was wearing armor. A resolute-looking man stands tall with the hilt of his sword.

"King Changshan, you are bold! you dare to openly hold a sword to the court!" an old man in a purple court robe with an excited face angrily accused. "And you brought so many soldiers and horses into Kyoto, can't you rebel!"

As soon as this remark came out, the court was instantly silent, although it was not good to see that the king of Changshan was not good, but once this rebellion was established, the king of Changshan was immediately condemned by the world, even if he really got the world, it was not right, and the foundation was unstable. And will the other princes agree?

"Lord Shangshu, don't talk nonsense. I, King Changshan, am loyal to the Great Song Dynasty, but this time, in addition to condolences to the emperor, I also want to clear the monarch's side!" Song Yong said slowly, and at the end of the day, he made a sonorous voice, and at the same time, a murderous intent was revealed.

"Above this court, they are all important ministers valued by the first emperor, which one do you want to clear? Even if there are ministers, it is ruled by the emperor and the queen mother, not you, who have been crowned princes" The old man was not taken by Song Yong's momentum, he looked directly at Song Yong, and he glared at Song Yong angrily.

Song Yong was the younger brother of the former emperor, and when he became an adult, he was sent to Qinghe County, Yongzhou to guard the border of the Great Song Dynasty. At this time, the emperor died, so he desperately dared to come back, and he really didn't know how sincere he was.

"Hehe!" Song Yong sneered. With his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, he walked in front of Shang Shu step by step.

"Boom!" a crisp voice sounded, and everyone stared at them with wide eyes. Everyone present knew that Lord Lu Dao was a strong and outspoken person. He was imprisoned by the first emperor many times, but he never repented. Later, the emperor died and the little emperor ascended the throne, and he was reinstated by the queen mother. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he offended King Changshan. Is it already five steps of blood splattered?

"You?poof!" Everyone wiped their eyes, only to see an official next to Shangshu with wide eyes, and after shouting out you, he staggered a few steps, a red line appeared on his neck, and a stream of blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"This king knows that this person often slanders in front of the imperial brother, and his crime should be punished!" Song Yong looked at Shang Shu, then turned his head and arched his hand to the young boy on the dragon chair wearing the emperor's clothes: "Your Majesty, you will let me, the imperial uncle, clean up the cancer of the imperial court for you!"

"Uncle Huang!" the little boy was at a loss, not knowing how to agree. Suddenly looked at his mother, who was covered by a curtain bead hanging down behind her.

Behind the curtain, a woman wearing a phoenix crown, wearing a xia robe, and a noble aura sat in it, looking at King Changshan who was acting arbitrarily below with an iron face. Although she knew that there were many tumors in the court, she was slow to clean up immediately, but now what King Changshan has done has seriously despised the imperial power. Moreover, who knows if Lu Dao is really just a Qingjun side, and not a covetous heart for the throne.

"Do it!" King Changshan didn't hear the reply, smiled coldly, and shouted outside.

"Sonorous!" Outside, the sound of armor colliding suddenly sounded, and as he approached the court, a murderous and solemn aura came to his face. (To be continued......)