Chapter 1803
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At dawn, jiutiandali, which perches on Fusang Shenmu in the East pole, rises in the East with the crane driven by Xihe Shenmu, and begins to travel around the whole taixuan world.
The rising sun is always very soft. The sunshine in the nine days is just like a mother's tender hand, which makes people nostalgic.
Today is a very rare good weather for wushanhai recently, which also indicates a good omen. Then the monks who had spent an extra long night in the South took a deep breath subconsciously after opening their eyes and looking around.
At night, there is no doubt that the fog mountain and sea are in danger. It's a good thing for most of the monks who are in a tight spirit to be able to live in peace.
Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, with a calm face, put away the bright stone in front of him, turned his head and looked at the old monk who was in a trance not far away. After a breath, he said:
"old Taoist friends, those of us who travel south and North should be more open-minded. It's very difficult to live. As for those who have passed away, I hope her soul can be safe "I'm not sure
After the words fell, middle-aged Jianxiu looked around for a week and saw that most of the people who were still chatting around had died in the gale rubble a few days ago.
"I'm not sentimental about the fragility of life, but something else."
After a few breaths, the old monk who came back to God was able to respond. Then the old monk stood up, sighed a little, and his voice continued to ring:
"maybe you don't believe it, but I saw the fall of the land gods on the night of the earthquake."
"Old monk, you must be in a daze. There are only fog beasts in the fog mountain and sea, where are the land gods? Besides, even if they fall, we mortals can't witness them."
As soon as he said this, the old man didn't answer again. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the rear of the gorge ridge where the fog was rolling violently. In the depth of his eyes, it seemed that the figure of Wei'an appeared again in the middle of the night.
At the same time, at the front of the gorge, with a loud whistle, the crouching ground animal of camel mountain began to stand up slowly.
"Boom."
Because of the huge size of the animal, the fog between the surrounding Gorges and mountains fluctuates violently as if it had been smashed into the sea of an island.
The next breath, the red light of the beast in Tuoshan mountain is more urgent, which indicates that the whole team is about to move on and really embark on the last journey to the southern Baolian sword land.
"Sima Annan, the team of yunwuzong has been in the gorge of Wushan sea for a long time, hasn't it?"
Zhao Yu's voice came out from the camp at the edge of the animal's back. Then the young man in white under the camp stepped forward and said:
"my Lord, if there is no accident, you can go through the sea of Wushan in half a day and really enter the core of taixuan place."
"It's not easy. Accidents happen frequently."
After Zhao Yu's young voice fell, he reached out and took the steaming bitter tea from the table in front of him. After giving it to his mouth, his voice continued to ring:
"many people died in Tiance palace of the holy court, and the martial arts palace even broke down a ninth philosopher. What's the response these days?"
When asked this question, Sima Annan's handsome face showed a dignified color, frowned, and opened his mouth to respond:
"the holy court is very quiet, and the quiet is extremely terrible, and this kind of quiet, I think it should be a precursor before the storm.
"After all, this may be the biggest blow that the holy court has suffered since it manipulated the world. It is bound to fight back."
As the voice fell, Sima Annan stood up and looked at Zhao Yu, who had no change in color in front of him. His voice continued to say:
"and the next move of the holy court must be no small one, because we and the central shangguo now have one fourth of the transmission array that we want to win."
"There must be movement in the movement. Just see if the so-called saint is as tolerant as before."
As soon as Sima Annan's voice fell, Zhao Yu's voice came from the front of the camp. Then Zhao Yu put down his tea cup and stood up slowly, and walked out of the camp step by step. At the same time, the emperor's voice, which was still steady, came out:
"now that I'm leaving the fog mountain and sea, I'll go out with me for a breath of fresh air. It's really a bit depressing for sleeping tiger gorge ridge for a long time."
After that, Zhao Yu reached out to open the tent door in front of him and stepped out. Then the very weak sunlight fell from the sky and shone on the young emperor's face.
Unknowingly, Zhao Yu has completely faded the green and astringent when he just ascended the throne. Although his whole face is still young, the power between his eyebrows and eyes is so obvious that people dare not look directly at him.
By the side of the young emperor, because of the great stride of the animals under him, the thick fog flowed backward like a river. Perhaps because the sky was clear, the air was still fresh.
It is worth mentioning that there are not many monks in this camp at this time. They all know from the disciples of Yunwu sect that they can arrive at the sword land of Baolian today. Therefore, they all smile with a sense of relief. They communicate with each other and take on the hope of the core land again.This cruel world is always like this, there is infinite despair when despair, but after the despair dissipates, the creatures will hypnotize themselves again and again, always have the chance to wait in front, and believe it.
I don't know if this is a kind of luck or misfortune?
"Sima Annan, do you think the holy court will first trouble the central government or us this time?"
In the fog, the voice of inquiry from Zhao Yu came out again, and then Sima Annan in the rear opened his mouth to respond:
"my Lord, it should be the central government, because after all, we are in the dark. If the holy court wants to detect our moves, it should not be so fast."
"Sometimes it doesn't matter to the court who did it or not."
After a faint voice came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, the young emperor stretched out his right hand, opened his slender five fingers, and gently grasped the fog in front of him. The emperor's voice continued to ring:
"because he can completely press anyone suspected to death, so if the holy court is cruel, none of these southward monks in the fog mountain sea can live to roam the so-called too far The core of the land of mystery. "
As soon as Zhao Yu's voice with a strong sense of evil came down, Liang Po's polished figure appeared not far away. Then he walked quickly towards Zhao Yu's camp, and a different look appeared in his dark eyes.
After a few breath, Liang came to the young emperor's back and said in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, according to the latest information, there was civil strife in Shangxiao city of the central Empire, and the whole city almost changed its ownership directly. However, Shangxiao city was recaptured soon, but there were some accidents."
After that, Liang Po pauses and continues to say:
"Yin Qing, the eighth Prince of the central shangguo, is dead."
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At dawn, jiutiandali, which perches on Fusang Shenmu in the East pole, rises in the East with the crane driven by Xihe Shenmu, and begins to travel around the whole taixuan world.
The rising sun is always very soft. The sunshine in the nine days is just like a mother's tender hand, which makes people nostalgic.
Today is a very rare good weather for wushanhai recently, which also indicates a good omen. Then the monks who had spent an extra long night in the South took a deep breath subconsciously after opening their eyes and looking around.
At night, there is no doubt that the fog mountain and sea are in danger. It's a good thing for most of the monks who are in a tight spirit to be able to live in peace.
Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, with a calm face, put away the bright stone in front of him, turned his head and looked at the old monk who was in a trance not far away. After a breath, he said:
"old Taoist friends, those of us who travel south and North should be more open-minded. It's very difficult to live. As for those who have passed away, I hope her soul can be safe "I'm not sure
After the words fell, middle-aged Jianxiu looked around for a week and saw that most of the people who were still chatting around had died in the gale rubble a few days ago.
"I'm not sentimental about the fragility of life, but something else."
After a few breaths, the old monk who came back to God was able to respond. Then the old monk stood up, sighed a little, and his voice continued to ring:
"maybe you don't believe it, but I saw the fall of the land gods on the night of the earthquake."
"Old monk, you must be in a daze. There are only fog beasts in the fog mountain and sea, where are the land gods? Besides, even if they fall, we mortals can't witness them."
As soon as he said this, the old man didn't answer again. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the rear of the gorge ridge where the fog was rolling violently. In the depth of his eyes, it seemed that the figure of Wei'an appeared again in the middle of the night.
At the same time, at the front of the gorge, with a loud whistle, the crouching ground animal of camel mountain began to stand up slowly.
"Boom."
Because of the huge size of the animal, the fog between the surrounding Gorges and mountains fluctuates violently as if it had been smashed into the sea of an island.
The next breath, the red light of the beast in Tuoshan mountain is more urgent, which indicates that the whole team is about to move on and really embark on the last journey to the southern Baolian sword land.
"Sima Annan, the team of yunwuzong has been in the gorge of Wushan sea for a long time, hasn't it?"
Zhao Yu's voice came out from the camp at the edge of the animal's back. Then the young man in white under the camp stepped forward and said:
"my Lord, if there is no accident, you can go through the sea of Wushan in half a day and really enter the core of taixuan place."
"It's not easy. Accidents happen frequently."
After Zhao Yu's young voice fell, he reached out and took the steaming bitter tea from the table in front of him. After giving it to his mouth, his voice continued to ring:
"many people died in Tiance palace of the holy court, and the martial arts palace even broke down a ninth philosopher. What's the response these days?"
When asked this question, Sima Annan's handsome face showed a dignified color, frowned, and opened his mouth to respond:
"the holy court is very quiet, and the quiet is extremely terrible, and this kind of quiet, I think it should be a precursor before the storm.
"After all, this may be the biggest blow that the holy court has suffered since it manipulated the world. It is bound to fight back."
As the voice fell, Sima Annan stood up and looked at Zhao Yu, who had no change in color in front of him. His voice continued to say:
"and the next move of the holy court must be no small one, because we and the central shangguo now have one fourth of the transmission array that we want to win."
"There must be movement in the movement. Just see if the so-called saint is as tolerant as before."
As soon as Sima Annan's voice fell, Zhao Yu's voice came from the front of the camp. Then Zhao Yu put down his tea cup and stood up slowly, and walked out of the camp step by step. At the same time, the emperor's voice, which was still steady, came out:
"now that I'm leaving the fog mountain and sea, I'll go out with me for a breath of fresh air. It's really a bit depressing for sleeping tiger gorge ridge for a long time."
After that, Zhao Yu reached out to open the tent door in front of him and stepped out. Then the very weak sunlight fell from the sky and shone on the young emperor's face.
Unknowingly, Zhao Yu has completely faded the green and astringent when he just ascended the throne. Although his whole face is still young, the power between his eyebrows and eyes is so obvious that people dare not look directly at him.
By the side of the young emperor, because of the great stride of the animals under him, the thick fog flowed backward like a river. Perhaps because the sky was clear, the air was still fresh.
It is worth mentioning that there are not many monks in this camp at this time. They all know from the disciples of Yunwu sect that they can arrive at the sword land of Baolian today. Therefore, they all smile with a sense of relief. They communicate with each other and take on the hope of the core land again.This cruel world is always like this, there is infinite despair when despair, but after the despair dissipates, the creatures will hypnotize themselves again and again, always have the chance to wait in front, and believe it.
I don't know if this is a kind of luck or misfortune?
"Sima Annan, do you think the holy court will first trouble the central government or us this time?"
In the fog, the voice of inquiry from Zhao Yu came out again, and then Sima Annan in the rear opened his mouth to respond:
"my Lord, it should be the central government, because after all, we are in the dark. If the holy court wants to detect our moves, it should not be so fast."
"Sometimes it doesn't matter to the court who did it or not."
After a faint voice came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, the young emperor stretched out his right hand, opened his slender five fingers, and gently grasped the fog in front of him. The emperor's voice continued to ring:
"because he can completely press anyone suspected to death, so if the holy court is cruel, none of these southward monks in the fog mountain sea can live to roam the so-called too far The core of the land of mystery. "
As soon as Zhao Yu's voice with a strong sense of evil came down, Liang Po's polished figure appeared not far away. Then he walked quickly towards Zhao Yu's camp, and a different look appeared in his dark eyes.
After a few breath, Liang came to the young emperor's back and said in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, according to the latest information, there was civil strife in Shangxiao city of the central Empire, and the whole city almost changed its ownership directly. However, Shangxiao city was recaptured soon, but there were some accidents."
After that, Liang Po pauses and continues to say:
"Yin Qing, the eighth Prince of the central shangguo, is dead."
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At dawn, jiutiandali, which perches on Fusang Shenmu in the East pole, rises in the East with the crane driven by Xihe Shenmu, and begins to travel around the whole taixuan world. The rising sun is always very soft. The sunshine in the nine days is just like a mother's tender hand, which makes people nostalgic. Today is a very rare good weather for wushanhai recently, which also indicates a good omen. Then the monks who had spent an extra long night in the South took a deep breath subconsciously after opening their eyes and looking around. At night, there is no doubt that the fog mountain and sea are in danger. It's a good thing for most of the monks who are in a tight spirit to be able to live in peace. Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu, with a calm face, put away the bright stone in front of him, turned his head and looked at the old monk who was in a trance not far away. After a breath, he said: "old Taoist friends, those of us who travel south and North should be more open-minded. It's very difficult to live. As for those who have passed away, I hope her soul can be safe "I'm not sure After the words fell, middle-aged Jianxiu looked around for a week and saw that most of the people who were still chatting around had died in the gale rubble a few days ago. "I'm not sentimental about the fragility of life, but something else." After a few breaths, the old monk who came back to God was able to respond. Then the old monk stood up, sighed a little, and his voice continued to ring: "maybe you don't believe it, but I saw the fall of the land gods on the night of the earthquake." "Old monk, you must be in a daze. There are only fog beasts in the fog mountain and sea, where are the land gods? Besides, even if they fall, we mortals can't witness them." As soon as he said this, the old man didn't answer again. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the rear of the gorge ridge where the fog was rolling violently. In the depth of his eyes, it seemed that the figure of Wei'an appeared again in the middle of the night. At the same time, at the front of the gorge, with a loud whistle, the crouching ground animal of camel mountain began to stand up slowly. "Boom." Because of the huge size of the animal, the fog between the surrounding Gorges and mountains fluctuates violently as if it had been smashed into the sea of an island. The next breath, the red light of the beast in Tuoshan mountain is more urgent, which indicates that the whole team is about to move on and really embark on the last journey to the southern Baolian sword land. "Sima Annan, the team of yunwuzong has been in the gorge of Wushan sea for a long time, hasn't it?" Zhao Yu's voice came out from the camp at the edge of the animal's back. Then the young man in white under the camp stepped forward and said: "my Lord, if there is no accident, you can go through the sea of Wushan in half a day and really enter the core of taixuan place." "It's not easy. Accidents happen frequently." After Zhao Yu's young voice fell, he reached out and took the steaming bitter tea from the table in front of him. After giving it to his mouth, his voice continued to ring: "many people died in Tiance palace of the holy court, and the martial arts palace even broke down a ninth philosopher. What's the response these days?" When asked this question, Sima Annan's handsome face showed a dignified color, frowned, and opened his mouth to respond: "the holy court is very quiet, and the quiet is extremely terrible, and this kind of quiet, I think it should be a precursor before the storm. "After all, this may be the biggest blow that the holy court has suffered since it manipulated the world. It is bound to fight back." As the voice fell, Sima Annan stood up and looked at Zhao Yu, who had no change in color in front of him. His voice continued to say: "and the next move of the holy court must be no small one, because we and the central shangguo now have one fourth of the transmission array that we want to win." "There must be movement in the movement. Just see if the so-called saint is as tolerant as before." As soon as Sima Annan's voice fell, Zhao Yu's voice came from the front of the camp. Then Zhao Yu put down his tea cup and stood up slowly, and walked out of the camp step by step. At the same time, the emperor's voice, which was still steady, came out: "now that I'm leaving the fog mountain and sea, I'll go out with me for a breath of fresh air. It's really a bit depressing for sleeping tiger gorge ridge for a long time." After that, Zhao Yu reached out to open the tent door in front of him and stepped out. Then the very weak sunlight fell from the sky and shone on the young emperor's face. Unknowingly, Zhao Yu has completely faded the green and astringent when he just ascended the throne. Although his whole face is still young, the power between his eyebrows and eyes is so obvious that people dare not look directly at him. By the side of the young emperor, because of the great stride of the animals under him, the thick fog flowed backward like a river. Perhaps because the sky was clear, the air was still fresh. It is worth mentioning that there are not many monks in this camp at this time. They all know from the disciples of Yunwu sect that they can arrive at the sword land of Baolian today. Therefore, they all smile with a sense of relief. They communicate with each other and take on the hope of the core land again.This cruel world is always like this, there is infinite despair when despair, but after the despair dissipates, the creatures will hypnotize themselves again and again, always have the chance to wait in front, and believe it. I don't know if this is a kind of luck or misfortune? "Sima Annan, do you think the holy court will first trouble the central government or us this time?" In the fog, the voice of inquiry from Zhao Yu came out again, and then Sima Annan in the rear opened his mouth to respond: "my Lord, it should be the central government, because after all, we are in the dark. If the holy court wants to detect our moves, it should not be so fast." "Sometimes it doesn't matter to the court who did it or not." After a faint voice came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, the young emperor stretched out his right hand, opened his slender five fingers, and gently grasped the fog in front of him. The emperor's voice continued to ring: "because he can completely press anyone suspected to death, so if the holy court is cruel, none of these southward monks in the fog mountain sea can live to roam the so-called too far The core of the land of mystery. " As soon as Zhao Yu's voice with a strong sense of evil came down, Liang Po's polished figure appeared not far away. Then he walked quickly towards Zhao Yu's camp, and a different look appeared in his dark eyes. After a few breath, Liang came to the young emperor's back and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, according to the latest information, there was civil strife in Shangxiao city of the central Empire, and the whole city almost changed its ownership directly. However, Shangxiao city was recaptured soon, but there were some accidents." After that, Liang Po pauses and continues to say: "Yin Qing, the eighth Prince of the central shangguo, is dead." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
