Chapter 188
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The wind blows the ground with white grass, and the North has snow in August.
Emperor TAISUN's highness in the White Emperor Palace round mound platform, five swords to determine the heaven and earth, the end of the war god capital!
With the dust of the battle of Shenjing city settled down, the whole Daxia army headquarters and all the armies began to work with all their might. On the great wall of Chunhua fortress, there were soldiers and soldiers in the Great Wall. At the same time, the gate of the city was opened, and a torrent of iron and steel rushed out from it. A scoundrel opened the road ahead, ignoring the wind and snow, and plunged into it.
But from the capital, there are only three standard troops, but no one can underestimate, because this is the most elite upper Fourth Army in summer, and one mark can be worth thousands of troops.
Almost every inch of the wasteland in the north of Shenjing city was ploughed from beginning to end by the soldiers of the great Xia Dynasty.
At the edge of the wasteland, a blue light door suddenly opened, and a black robe figure fell out from it, covering his stomach. His pale red lips opened. He spit out a mouthful of black liquid, with a strong stench. In an instant, he would corrode most of the snow under him along with the land, and rose in bursts of black smoke.
The north wind blows up the black robe with the figure on top of his head, revealing the paler face of Pei Yang, the tie son of Shenji Pavilion. There are still black blood stains on the red like blood. The breath is weak and the figure is fuzzy. A huge tail protrudes from the back of the robe, which makes it difficult to maintain the human form.
After a violent gasp, he looked at the vast snow behind him, his face changed slightly, turned into a huge monster like a snake, and swam away towards the distance.
After a short time, a figure in white suddenly appeared, almost integrated with the falling snow. He looked down at the residual blood on the ground, raised his right hand, closed his eyes, pinched his fingers, looked at the direction of Peiyang's disappearance, and murmured to himself:
"the catastrophe of Shenji Pavilion can't be avoided after all. Please be merciful, your highness. When you meet next time, you will call me You are your majesty. "
Shenjing center, Si Tian tower.
At the top of the tower, the mountain and sea painting volume that covers the sky and the sky is unfolded again. The brightness of the huge tower is restored. A monk and staff of the Si Tian Jian return from the outside. The cold female voice resounds through the whole hall again. Under the orderly command, the huge structure of Si Tianjian is restored to its extremely efficient operation.
Da Xia regained her own eyes!
In the broad hall on the first floor of Si Tian tower, several young people are talking quietly in a corner. Among them, the round fat man is the most conspicuous. The three huge and dazzling magic balls revolving around it, switching back and forth between blue and dark purple, are extremely profound.
in the war just now, between the rapid changes of the ball of magic, fat Zi is almost like a God. He doesn't even need to move his body. When he raises his hand, there are hurricanes, thunder and frost. He is a man-shaped fort. He can support, kill, and even recover his vitality by using magnetic storms. It really reflects the terror and damage of Dharma. Therefore, among the monks in the summer, the value and rarity of Dharma cultivation is reasonable.
Under the road, everything is equal. The Dharma order of endless mountain in the summer has always been a human shaped artifact under special protection, and also a key target of the Imperial war god camp and Tianyu guard.
Qing Niantong and Lin Xiao, who saw them for the first time, looked at them with a shy face and a little shy and fat man under the praise of crescent moon. Their eyes showed a very complicated color. This new disciple of Daogong who made a great success in Daowu Dabi by virtue of the magic power of flying sky. At this time, the vastness of his body and the obedience of their Taoist spirits were obvious.
In other words, some people in this world can create a super taboo daohun. What a terrible and soul shaking thing it is.
Then two brain sea at the same time emerged a young to excessive figure, always calm eyes, as well as slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and that bright blood.
His highness, who came out of the fog, was deeper, heavier and vaster behind him.
Just as they were thinking and talking, two figures came out of the temple. Jiang Yue, the fourth son of the king of Bei'an, was still wearing red armor, while Xu Qing, a tall lady of the Duke of Wei, was beside him. Their faces were very silent, and they were still filled with fear and sadness.
Jiang Yue stopped in front of Lin Xiao and looked at the latter with complicated eyes. Then he raised his right hand and hammered it hard at his chest. He made a loud "bang" sound, as if it was a thunderbolt from the flat ground. The whole temple of the temple of Si Tian Jian was quiet for a moment, and everyone turned to look at this corner.
Jiang Yue, the fourth son of the king of Bei'an, had tears in his eyes and a choking voice.
"According to the order of the White Emperor's palace, Lord Lin Lang, the Yu Marquis of Daxia Town, your father, died in battle in the northern wasteland of Shenjing. He sacrificed his life and served his country. His soul will live forever."
"Poof!"
Lin Xiao, the little god of killing, spurts out a mouthful of blood, and falls back straight. The bright red blood sprinkles on the red robe he loves to wear, and he can't distinguish each other.
In the mid afternoon, the alert of the whole capital was lifted, underground palaces were opened everywhere, and countless ordinary people poured out from the underground palaces. In a flash, the first male city of the summer regained its vitality and vitality, and the thick smoke of fireworks belonging to the human race.
No matter how fierce the fighting is today, between people and other races, between gods and saints, and between men and gods, ordinary people in the deep underground palace under the holy capital are extremely safe, so they can't feel the change of this holy capital for a while, because Shenjing is still the holy city, and its majesty is full of snow, including the mistakes of countless people Go, there is a future.The attack of the so-called high-ranking monks did not damage any buildings outside the White Emperor Palace, and the lives of ordinary people were still unaffected. This incident may be as interesting as the past, and become a new conversation between the neighbors after dinner, but in the end, some places have changed.
From the eyes of those monks and civil and military officials who came out of the White Emperor's palace, the shock did not subside, and the words that were not very deep indicated that the change had begun.
A slightly bent figure slowly walked out of the underground palace in the center of the capital city. Along the way, he gently said hello to the people who walked out of the underground palace. He raised his hand and touched it. He hid in his mother's house. He looked at his little girl curiously, tied his braided head and laughed. Then he stepped on a carriage parked at the entrance of the underground palace.
The curtain of the carriage was lowered, and then it drove forward in the snow. There was a whisper from the attendants in front of the carriage:
"my Lord, where are we going
"Since the ceremony is over, the White Emperor's palace doesn't have to go back to the palace."
"Yes
Then the carriage turned and disappeared under the heavy snow.
A moment later, the curtain of the carriage was gently opened by a hand, revealing a pair of deep eyes from the car. Looking at the snow covered scenery on both sides, the eyes were complicated, and he whispered in a voice that only he could hear:
"the white flag was erected on the king's city. How could I know that millions of people were relieved of their armor, and none of them were men."
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The wind blows the ground with white grass, and the North has snow in August.
Emperor TAISUN's highness in the White Emperor Palace round mound platform, five swords to determine the heaven and earth, the end of the war god capital!
With the dust of the battle of Shenjing city settled down, the whole Daxia army headquarters and all the armies began to work with all their might. On the great wall of Chunhua fortress, there were soldiers and soldiers in the Great Wall. At the same time, the gate of the city was opened, and a torrent of iron and steel rushed out from it. A scoundrel opened the road ahead, ignoring the wind and snow, and plunged into it.
But from the capital, there are only three standard troops, but no one can underestimate, because this is the most elite upper Fourth Army in summer, and one mark can be worth thousands of troops.
Almost every inch of the wasteland in the north of Shenjing city was ploughed from beginning to end by the soldiers of the great Xia Dynasty.
At the edge of the wasteland, a blue light door suddenly opened, and a black robe figure fell out from it, covering his stomach. His pale red lips opened. He spit out a mouthful of black liquid, with a strong stench. In an instant, he would corrode most of the snow under him along with the land, and rose in bursts of black smoke.
The north wind blows up the black robe with the figure on top of his head, revealing the paler face of Pei Yang, the tie son of Shenji Pavilion. There are still black blood stains on the red like blood. The breath is weak and the figure is fuzzy. A huge tail protrudes from the back of the robe, which makes it difficult to maintain the human form.
After a violent gasp, he looked at the vast snow behind him, his face changed slightly, turned into a huge monster like a snake, and swam away towards the distance.
After a short time, a figure in white suddenly appeared, almost integrated with the falling snow. He looked down at the residual blood on the ground, raised his right hand, closed his eyes, pinched his fingers, looked at the direction of Peiyang's disappearance, and murmured to himself:
"the catastrophe of Shenji Pavilion can't be avoided after all. Please be merciful, your highness. When you meet next time, you will call me You are your majesty. "
Shenjing center, Si Tian tower.
At the top of the tower, the mountain and sea painting volume that covers the sky and the sky is unfolded again. The brightness of the huge tower is restored. A monk and staff of the Si Tian Jian return from the outside. The cold female voice resounds through the whole hall again. Under the orderly command, the huge structure of Si Tianjian is restored to its extremely efficient operation.
Da Xia regained her own eyes!
In the broad hall on the first floor of Si Tian tower, several young people are talking quietly in a corner. Among them, the round fat man is the most conspicuous. The three huge and dazzling magic balls revolving around it, switching back and forth between blue and dark purple, are extremely profound.
in the war just now, between the rapid changes of the ball of magic, fat Zi is almost like a God. He doesn't even need to move his body. When he raises his hand, there are hurricanes, thunder and frost. He is a man-shaped fort. He can support, kill, and even recover his vitality by using magnetic storms. It really reflects the terror and damage of Dharma. Therefore, among the monks in the summer, the value and rarity of Dharma cultivation is reasonable.
Under the road, everything is equal. The Dharma order of endless mountain in the summer has always been a human shaped artifact under special protection, and also a key target of the Imperial war god camp and Tianyu guard.
Qing Niantong and Lin Xiao, who saw them for the first time, looked at them with a shy face and a little shy and fat man under the praise of crescent moon. Their eyes showed a very complicated color. This new disciple of Daogong who made a great success in Daowu Dabi by virtue of the magic power of flying sky. At this time, the vastness of his body and the obedience of their Taoist spirits were obvious.
In other words, some people in this world can create a super taboo daohun. What a terrible and soul shaking thing it is.
Then two brain sea at the same time emerged a young to excessive figure, always calm eyes, as well as slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and that bright blood.
His highness, who came out of the fog, was deeper, heavier and vaster behind him.
Just as they were thinking and talking, two figures came out of the temple. Jiang Yue, the fourth son of the king of Bei'an, was still wearing red armor, while Xu Qing, a tall lady of the Duke of Wei, was beside him. Their faces were very silent, and they were still filled with fear and sadness.
Jiang Yue stopped in front of Lin Xiao and looked at the latter with complicated eyes. Then he raised his right hand and hammered it hard at his chest. He made a loud "bang" sound, as if it was a thunderbolt from the flat ground. The whole temple of the temple of Si Tian Jian was quiet for a moment, and everyone turned to look at this corner.
Jiang Yue, the fourth son of the king of Bei'an, had tears in his eyes and a choking voice.
"According to the order of the White Emperor's palace, Lord Lin Lang, the Yu Marquis of Daxia Town, your father, died in battle in the northern wasteland of Shenjing. He sacrificed his life and served his country. His soul will live forever."
"Poof!"
Lin Xiao, the little god of killing, spurts out a mouthful of blood, and falls back straight. The bright red blood sprinkles on the red robe he loves to wear, and he can't distinguish each other.
In the mid afternoon, the alert of the whole capital was lifted, underground palaces were opened everywhere, and countless ordinary people poured out from the underground palaces. In a flash, the first male city of the summer regained its vitality and vitality, and the thick smoke of fireworks belonging to the human race.
No matter how fierce the fighting is today, between people and other races, between gods and saints, and between men and gods, ordinary people in the deep underground palace under the holy capital are extremely safe, so they can't feel the change of this holy capital for a while, because Shenjing is still the holy city, and its majesty is full of snow, including the mistakes of countless people Go, there is a future.The attack of the so-called high-ranking monks did not damage any buildings outside the White Emperor Palace, and the lives of ordinary people were still unaffected. This incident may be as interesting as the past, and become a new conversation between the neighbors after dinner, but in the end, some places have changed.
From the eyes of those monks and civil and military officials who came out of the White Emperor's palace, the shock did not subside, and the words that were not very deep indicated that the change had begun.
A slightly bent figure slowly walked out of the underground palace in the center of the capital city. Along the way, he gently said hello to the people who walked out of the underground palace. He raised his hand and touched it. He hid in his mother's house. He looked at his little girl curiously, tied his braided head and laughed. Then he stepped on a carriage parked at the entrance of the underground palace.
The curtain of the carriage was lowered, and then it drove forward in the snow. There was a whisper from the attendants in front of the carriage:
"my Lord, where are we going
"Since the ceremony is over, the White Emperor's palace doesn't have to go back to the palace."
"Yes
Then the carriage turned and disappeared under the heavy snow.
A moment later, the curtain of the carriage was gently opened by a hand, revealing a pair of deep eyes from the car. Looking at the snow covered scenery on both sides, the eyes were complicated, and he whispered in a voice that only he could hear:
"the white flag was erected on the king's city. How could I know that millions of people were relieved of their armor, and none of them were men."
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The wind blows the ground with white grass, and the North has snow in August. Emperor TAISUN's highness in the White Emperor Palace round mound platform, five swords to determine the heaven and earth, the end of the war god capital! With the dust of the battle of Shenjing city settled down, the whole Daxia army headquarters and all the armies began to work with all their might. On the great wall of Chunhua fortress, there were soldiers and soldiers in the Great Wall. At the same time, the gate of the city was opened, and a torrent of iron and steel rushed out from it. A scoundrel opened the road ahead, ignoring the wind and snow, and plunged into it. But from the capital, there are only three standard troops, but no one can underestimate, because this is the most elite upper Fourth Army in summer, and one mark can be worth thousands of troops. Almost every inch of the wasteland in the north of Shenjing city was ploughed from beginning to end by the soldiers of the great Xia Dynasty. At the edge of the wasteland, a blue light door suddenly opened, and a black robe figure fell out from it, covering his stomach. His pale red lips opened. He spit out a mouthful of black liquid, with a strong stench. In an instant, he would corrode most of the snow under him along with the land, and rose in bursts of black smoke. The north wind blows up the black robe with the figure on top of his head, revealing the paler face of Pei Yang, the tie son of Shenji Pavilion. There are still black blood stains on the red like blood. The breath is weak and the figure is fuzzy. A huge tail protrudes from the back of the robe, which makes it difficult to maintain the human form. After a violent gasp, he looked at the vast snow behind him, his face changed slightly, turned into a huge monster like a snake, and swam away towards the distance. After a short time, a figure in white suddenly appeared, almost integrated with the falling snow. He looked down at the residual blood on the ground, raised his right hand, closed his eyes, pinched his fingers, looked at the direction of Peiyang's disappearance, and murmured to himself: "the catastrophe of Shenji Pavilion can't be avoided after all. Please be merciful, your highness. When you meet next time, you will call me You are your majesty. " Shenjing center, Si Tian tower. At the top of the tower, the mountain and sea painting volume that covers the sky and the sky is unfolded again. The brightness of the huge tower is restored. A monk and staff of the Si Tian Jian return from the outside. The cold female voice resounds through the whole hall again. Under the orderly command, the huge structure of Si Tianjian is restored to its extremely efficient operation. Da Xia regained her own eyes! In the broad hall on the first floor of Si Tian tower, several young people are talking quietly in a corner. Among them, the round fat man is the most conspicuous. The three huge and dazzling magic balls revolving around it, switching back and forth between blue and dark purple, are extremely profound. in the war just now, between the rapid changes of the ball of magic, fat Zi is almost like a God. He doesn't even need to move his body. When he raises his hand, there are hurricanes, thunder and frost. He is a man-shaped fort. He can support, kill, and even recover his vitality by using magnetic storms. It really reflects the terror and damage of Dharma. Therefore, among the monks in the summer, the value and rarity of Dharma cultivation is reasonable. Under the road, everything is equal. The Dharma order of endless mountain in the summer has always been a human shaped artifact under special protection, and also a key target of the Imperial war god camp and Tianyu guard. Qing Niantong and Lin Xiao, who saw them for the first time, looked at them with a shy face and a little shy and fat man under the praise of crescent moon. Their eyes showed a very complicated color. This new disciple of Daogong who made a great success in Daowu Dabi by virtue of the magic power of flying sky. At this time, the vastness of his body and the obedience of their Taoist spirits were obvious. In other words, some people in this world can create a super taboo daohun. What a terrible and soul shaking thing it is. Then two brain sea at the same time emerged a young to excessive figure, always calm eyes, as well as slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and that bright blood. His highness, who came out of the fog, was deeper, heavier and vaster behind him. Just as they were thinking and talking, two figures came out of the temple. Jiang Yue, the fourth son of the king of Bei'an, was still wearing red armor, while Xu Qing, a tall lady of the Duke of Wei, was beside him. Their faces were very silent, and they were still filled with fear and sadness. Jiang Yue stopped in front of Lin Xiao and looked at the latter with complicated eyes. Then he raised his right hand and hammered it hard at his chest. He made a loud "bang" sound, as if it was a thunderbolt from the flat ground. The whole temple of the temple of Si Tian Jian was quiet for a moment, and everyone turned to look at this corner. Jiang Yue, the fourth son of the king of Bei'an, had tears in his eyes and a choking voice. "According to the order of the White Emperor's palace, Lord Lin Lang, the Yu Marquis of Daxia Town, your father, died in battle in the northern wasteland of Shenjing. He sacrificed his life and served his country. His soul will live forever." "Poof!" Lin Xiao, the little god of killing, spurts out a mouthful of blood, and falls back straight. The bright red blood sprinkles on the red robe he loves to wear, and he can't distinguish each other. In the mid afternoon, the alert of the whole capital was lifted, underground palaces were opened everywhere, and countless ordinary people poured out from the underground palaces. In a flash, the first male city of the summer regained its vitality and vitality, and the thick smoke of fireworks belonging to the human race. No matter how fierce the fighting is today, between people and other races, between gods and saints, and between men and gods, ordinary people in the deep underground palace under the holy capital are extremely safe, so they can't feel the change of this holy capital for a while, because Shenjing is still the holy city, and its majesty is full of snow, including the mistakes of countless people Go, there is a future.The attack of the so-called high-ranking monks did not damage any buildings outside the White Emperor Palace, and the lives of ordinary people were still unaffected. This incident may be as interesting as the past, and become a new conversation between the neighbors after dinner, but in the end, some places have changed. From the eyes of those monks and civil and military officials who came out of the White Emperor's palace, the shock did not subside, and the words that were not very deep indicated that the change had begun. A slightly bent figure slowly walked out of the underground palace in the center of the capital city. Along the way, he gently said hello to the people who walked out of the underground palace. He raised his hand and touched it. He hid in his mother's house. He looked at his little girl curiously, tied his braided head and laughed. Then he stepped on a carriage parked at the entrance of the underground palace. The curtain of the carriage was lowered, and then it drove forward in the snow. There was a whisper from the attendants in front of the carriage: "my Lord, where are we going "Since the ceremony is over, the White Emperor's palace doesn't have to go back to the palace." "Yes Then the carriage turned and disappeared under the heavy snow. A moment later, the curtain of the carriage was gently opened by a hand, revealing a pair of deep eyes from the car. Looking at the snow covered scenery on both sides, the eyes were complicated, and he whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "the white flag was erected on the king's city. How could I know that millions of people were relieved of their armor, and none of them were men." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
