Chapter 687
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
In the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, the dark sky trees under the night sky radiate green spirits full of life breath, and float back and forth above the sky. Under the dark sky wood, Zhao Yu sits quietly behind the throne, frowning slightly, staring at the picture scroll of mountains and seas suspended in the air in front of him.
What emerges from the painting is the scene on the lake where the sword is buried in wanjian mountain. Although the scene shown on the map of mountains and seas is greatly distorted and blurred because of the strong edge of the lake, the scene of imminent danger is clearly reflected in the eyes of the young emperor.
Zhao Yu's hand was holding a letter that Sima Annan had just sent to him in a hurry. His black eyes were still staring at the rickety figure in the picture scroll of mountains and seas. All along, the young emperor had always believed in a saying:
if you want to be unknown, you must not do it yourself.
As long as it is exposed in front of people, it will certainly reveal clues. More or less, it must be able to catch the feet of horses, sooner or later.
Therefore, after the war of the southern barbarians, the huge intelligence agencies of Daxia cooperated with Sima Annan's three generations of Xiangfa to constantly deduce and investigate in the dark. Since then, the appearance of the great national master hiding behind the scenes gradually became clear.
There is only one person's name, three words, shanwenbai in the folder handed by Sima Annan!
At this time, the figure of the grand national master is like a human black hole, distorting the surrounding space. Therefore, what Zhao Yu can see is just a weird gray hair, but the breath it emits is quite different from that of Shaoyin in the impression of the young emperor.
Zhao Yu couldn't help but think of the winter night when he first saw shanwenbai. At the door of the bitter tea house, there was a bent and thin figure on his knees. Then, under the pale moonlight, his half black and half white hair looked very gray. Obviously, he was just over 40 years old, but he was as old as an old man. But at that time, Zhao Yu could feel the sincerity in shanwenbai's heart.
"Which one is you
A faint voice of doubt came from Zhao Yu's mouth. Then the young emperor regained his mind and continued to look at the mountain and sea map in front of him. His fingers gently rubbed the edge of the cup of bitter tea in his hand. After thinking for a few minutes, Zhao Yu opened his mouth and Huang Huang Emperor's voice rolled out: "Liang Po!"
After an instant, Liang Po's huge body appeared under the imperial table, knelt on one knee, raised his head and said to him:
"I am here!"
Zhao Yu's face remained the same, and the emperor's voice continued to wind around the Imperial Garden:
"holding the tiger's talisman, adjusting to hold the sun in the capital city, Youyi, the four armies of Shenwei and the Si Tian tower, blocked the four gates of the Holy capital, arrested all personnel related to shanwenbai, followed by lava and Tianhui army, and if there is resistance, kill them!"
After the emperor's voice dropped, Liang Po nodded. Then he looked up and continued to ask, "Your Majesty, what should I do with the residence of minister of rites?"
"We'll arrest them together, and we'll get rid of them later."
After Zhao Yu finished, he raised his hand and took a sip of bitter tea in his hand. He continued to say:
"wanjian mountain, the city of Guangzhou, I will lock up the so-called grand national master, yeyansi, Dongguo Lezheng of Daxia academy, heilongwei and Furu army immediately go to block wanjian mountain. If necessary, Si Tian tower will send down punishment to save Jian Sheng.
"No matter whether the great national master is shanwenbai or not, or he is hiding in the holy capital, I have only one request. Before dawn, I will bring his head. In the 90 years of the great summer calendar, I want the rear to be clean. I don't want to worry about it any more."
The voice of the young emperor has unlimited opportunities, with the ultimate incomparable hegemony!
"No!"
Liang Po took the order, got up and strode back. After ten breaths, the night shrouded in the sad atmosphere of the holy capital. Suddenly, the dark tide surged wildly, and there were all kinds of murders.
Located in the deep forest in the western suburb of Shenjing City, the gate of the barracks of the upper Fourth Army was opened. Three distinct steel torrents, red, silver and black, pierced the whole darkness, just like three giant dragons breaking through the abyss, directly opened to this most powerful city in the vast land of Shenzhou.
At the same time, the small world of floating island, after the formation, the army of angry beasts in purple armor stepped out of a blue door of space. After the stars changed, they came to the old house of Qingyi Lane in the wide area city soundlessly.
"Mountain and sea map, small sky punishment can be ready to finish?"
On the first floor of the main hall of the Si Tian pagoda, the voice of inviting Xia sounded faintly, followed by a slightly old response:
"return to your majesty, you can release it after 50 breaths!"
"Fifty interest?"
The girl asked Xia Ranan to open her mouth, and then she continued to look up at the top of the tower. After being blessed by the young emperor, the huge picture of mountains and seas gradually became clear, and the voice continued to spread:
"but it seems that the girl named Jiansheng may not be able to hold on to 50% interest, but I am also very curious about how the swordsman muronghe will choose?"
On the burial sword Lake, the ice dragon roars around. In the fierce momentum, it takes a bone chilling chill, and waves sweep out, making it seem that snowflakes are flying on the top of wanjian mountain.
The ice dragon is still flying in the sky, which represents the failure of the sword Pavilion disciple's hard work. At the same time, it also means that Jiansheng's life is under the greatest threat since he was born. Shan Wenbai, dressed in black robe, reaches for Jiansheng's neck and lifts it directly into the air.Then he turned and faced the green lotus, which loomed in the blue mist. Ignoring the roar of exhausted disciples on the lake, he stepped forward step by step and went directly to the center of the lake, where the sharpest point was.
At the same time, the roaring ice dragons from above plunge down one after another, spewing out the extremely cold frost breath, and opened the way in front of it. Then, the whole burial sword Lake seemed to feel the infinite crisis, and the green sword spirit gushed out from under the lake.
The sword burial lake has existed for countless years, and the sword spirit stored in it can hardly be described in words. However, Murong and Hualian want to take this lake, which has accumulated sword spirit for countless years, as the foundation, to cut a path of becoming a saint.
In other words, the sword burial lake can raise a saint, but at this time, most of the sword spirit absorbed by the sword Lake was unable to stop shanwenbai from approaching the green lotus. The latter moved forward at a very fast speed, and within 20 minutes, it had already arrived under the green lotus.
Shan Wenbai raised his head and looked at the huge green lotus which was irresistible. For the first time, his eyes were extremely crazy. He opened his mouth and roared:
"muronghe, the robbery of becoming a saint is not just the jiuchongtianque. Although this green lotus gathers infinite sword Qi and has unparalleled defense, I can't see you coming out!"
At the end of the speech, shanwenbai directly raised the young sword student and without hesitation pressed her to the green lotus, which almost gathered the sharpest spirit in the world.
Infinite sword spirit, green lotus, touch it will die!
At the same time, the eyes of the whole summer, including Zhao Yu, rose in waves. At the same time, the young emperor held the right hand of the tea cup and tightened it.
How would muronghe choose?
Save or not?
At the critical moment, Qinglian held out a hand to tell the world muronghe's answer.
As soon as this hand appears, and then lightly grasps it, the whole mount of Wanjianshan, which pierces into the sky, truly becomes a sword of heaven and earth!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
In the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, the dark sky trees under the night sky radiate green spirits full of life breath, and float back and forth above the sky. Under the dark sky wood, Zhao Yu sits quietly behind the throne, frowning slightly, staring at the picture scroll of mountains and seas suspended in the air in front of him.
What emerges from the painting is the scene on the lake where the sword is buried in wanjian mountain. Although the scene shown on the map of mountains and seas is greatly distorted and blurred because of the strong edge of the lake, the scene of imminent danger is clearly reflected in the eyes of the young emperor.
Zhao Yu's hand was holding a letter that Sima Annan had just sent to him in a hurry. His black eyes were still staring at the rickety figure in the picture scroll of mountains and seas. All along, the young emperor had always believed in a saying:
if you want to be unknown, you must not do it yourself.
As long as it is exposed in front of people, it will certainly reveal clues. More or less, it must be able to catch the feet of horses, sooner or later.
Therefore, after the war of the southern barbarians, the huge intelligence agencies of Daxia cooperated with Sima Annan's three generations of Xiangfa to constantly deduce and investigate in the dark. Since then, the appearance of the great national master hiding behind the scenes gradually became clear.
There is only one person's name, three words, shanwenbai in the folder handed by Sima Annan!
At this time, the figure of the grand national master is like a human black hole, distorting the surrounding space. Therefore, what Zhao Yu can see is just a weird gray hair, but the breath it emits is quite different from that of Shaoyin in the impression of the young emperor.
Zhao Yu couldn't help but think of the winter night when he first saw shanwenbai. At the door of the bitter tea house, there was a bent and thin figure on his knees. Then, under the pale moonlight, his half black and half white hair looked very gray. Obviously, he was just over 40 years old, but he was as old as an old man. But at that time, Zhao Yu could feel the sincerity in shanwenbai's heart.
"Which one is you
A faint voice of doubt came from Zhao Yu's mouth. Then the young emperor regained his mind and continued to look at the mountain and sea map in front of him. His fingers gently rubbed the edge of the cup of bitter tea in his hand. After thinking for a few minutes, Zhao Yu opened his mouth and Huang Huang Emperor's voice rolled out: "Liang Po!"
After an instant, Liang Po's huge body appeared under the imperial table, knelt on one knee, raised his head and said to him:
"I am here!"
Zhao Yu's face remained the same, and the emperor's voice continued to wind around the Imperial Garden:
"holding the tiger's talisman, adjusting to hold the sun in the capital city, Youyi, the four armies of Shenwei and the Si Tian tower, blocked the four gates of the Holy capital, arrested all personnel related to shanwenbai, followed by lava and Tianhui army, and if there is resistance, kill them!"
After the emperor's voice dropped, Liang Po nodded. Then he looked up and continued to ask, "Your Majesty, what should I do with the residence of minister of rites?"
"We'll arrest them together, and we'll get rid of them later."
After Zhao Yu finished, he raised his hand and took a sip of bitter tea in his hand. He continued to say:
"wanjian mountain, the city of Guangzhou, I will lock up the so-called grand national master, yeyansi, Dongguo Lezheng of Daxia academy, heilongwei and Furu army immediately go to block wanjian mountain. If necessary, Si Tian tower will send down punishment to save Jian Sheng.
"No matter whether the great national master is shanwenbai or not, or he is hiding in the holy capital, I have only one request. Before dawn, I will bring his head. In the 90 years of the great summer calendar, I want the rear to be clean. I don't want to worry about it any more."
The voice of the young emperor has unlimited opportunities, with the ultimate incomparable hegemony!
"No!"
Liang Po took the order, got up and strode back. After ten breaths, the night shrouded in the sad atmosphere of the holy capital. Suddenly, the dark tide surged wildly, and there were all kinds of murders.
Located in the deep forest in the western suburb of Shenjing City, the gate of the barracks of the upper Fourth Army was opened. Three distinct steel torrents, red, silver and black, pierced the whole darkness, just like three giant dragons breaking through the abyss, directly opened to this most powerful city in the vast land of Shenzhou.
At the same time, the small world of floating island, after the formation, the army of angry beasts in purple armor stepped out of a blue door of space. After the stars changed, they came to the old house of Qingyi Lane in the wide area city soundlessly.
"Mountain and sea map, small sky punishment can be ready to finish?"
On the first floor of the main hall of the Si Tian pagoda, the voice of inviting Xia sounded faintly, followed by a slightly old response:
"return to your majesty, you can release it after 50 breaths!"
"Fifty interest?"
The girl asked Xia Ranan to open her mouth, and then she continued to look up at the top of the tower. After being blessed by the young emperor, the huge picture of mountains and seas gradually became clear, and the voice continued to spread:
"but it seems that the girl named Jiansheng may not be able to hold on to 50% interest, but I am also very curious about how the swordsman muronghe will choose?"
On the burial sword Lake, the ice dragon roars around. In the fierce momentum, it takes a bone chilling chill, and waves sweep out, making it seem that snowflakes are flying on the top of wanjian mountain.
The ice dragon is still flying in the sky, which represents the failure of the sword Pavilion disciple's hard work. At the same time, it also means that Jiansheng's life is under the greatest threat since he was born. Shan Wenbai, dressed in black robe, reaches for Jiansheng's neck and lifts it directly into the air.Then he turned and faced the green lotus, which loomed in the blue mist. Ignoring the roar of exhausted disciples on the lake, he stepped forward step by step and went directly to the center of the lake, where the sharpest point was.
At the same time, the roaring ice dragons from above plunge down one after another, spewing out the extremely cold frost breath, and opened the way in front of it. Then, the whole burial sword Lake seemed to feel the infinite crisis, and the green sword spirit gushed out from under the lake.
The sword burial lake has existed for countless years, and the sword spirit stored in it can hardly be described in words. However, Murong and Hualian want to take this lake, which has accumulated sword spirit for countless years, as the foundation, to cut a path of becoming a saint.
In other words, the sword burial lake can raise a saint, but at this time, most of the sword spirit absorbed by the sword Lake was unable to stop shanwenbai from approaching the green lotus. The latter moved forward at a very fast speed, and within 20 minutes, it had already arrived under the green lotus.
Shan Wenbai raised his head and looked at the huge green lotus which was irresistible. For the first time, his eyes were extremely crazy. He opened his mouth and roared:
"muronghe, the robbery of becoming a saint is not just the jiuchongtianque. Although this green lotus gathers infinite sword Qi and has unparalleled defense, I can't see you coming out!"
At the end of the speech, shanwenbai directly raised the young sword student and without hesitation pressed her to the green lotus, which almost gathered the sharpest spirit in the world.
Infinite sword spirit, green lotus, touch it will die!
At the same time, the eyes of the whole summer, including Zhao Yu, rose in waves. At the same time, the young emperor held the right hand of the tea cup and tightened it.
How would muronghe choose?
Save or not?
At the critical moment, Qinglian held out a hand to tell the world muronghe's answer.
As soon as this hand appears, and then lightly grasps it, the whole mount of Wanjianshan, which pierces into the sky, truly becomes a sword of heaven and earth!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
In the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, the dark sky trees under the night sky radiate green spirits full of life breath, and float back and forth above the sky. Under the dark sky wood, Zhao Yu sits quietly behind the throne, frowning slightly, staring at the picture scroll of mountains and seas suspended in the air in front of him. What emerges from the painting is the scene on the lake where the sword is buried in wanjian mountain. Although the scene shown on the map of mountains and seas is greatly distorted and blurred because of the strong edge of the lake, the scene of imminent danger is clearly reflected in the eyes of the young emperor. Zhao Yu's hand was holding a letter that Sima Annan had just sent to him in a hurry. His black eyes were still staring at the rickety figure in the picture scroll of mountains and seas. All along, the young emperor had always believed in a saying: if you want to be unknown, you must not do it yourself. As long as it is exposed in front of people, it will certainly reveal clues. More or less, it must be able to catch the feet of horses, sooner or later. Therefore, after the war of the southern barbarians, the huge intelligence agencies of Daxia cooperated with Sima Annan's three generations of Xiangfa to constantly deduce and investigate in the dark. Since then, the appearance of the great national master hiding behind the scenes gradually became clear. There is only one person's name, three words, shanwenbai in the folder handed by Sima Annan! At this time, the figure of the grand national master is like a human black hole, distorting the surrounding space. Therefore, what Zhao Yu can see is just a weird gray hair, but the breath it emits is quite different from that of Shaoyin in the impression of the young emperor. Zhao Yu couldn't help but think of the winter night when he first saw shanwenbai. At the door of the bitter tea house, there was a bent and thin figure on his knees. Then, under the pale moonlight, his half black and half white hair looked very gray. Obviously, he was just over 40 years old, but he was as old as an old man. But at that time, Zhao Yu could feel the sincerity in shanwenbai's heart. "Which one is you A faint voice of doubt came from Zhao Yu's mouth. Then the young emperor regained his mind and continued to look at the mountain and sea map in front of him. His fingers gently rubbed the edge of the cup of bitter tea in his hand. After thinking for a few minutes, Zhao Yu opened his mouth and Huang Huang Emperor's voice rolled out: "Liang Po!" After an instant, Liang Po's huge body appeared under the imperial table, knelt on one knee, raised his head and said to him: "I am here!" Zhao Yu's face remained the same, and the emperor's voice continued to wind around the Imperial Garden: "holding the tiger's talisman, adjusting to hold the sun in the capital city, Youyi, the four armies of Shenwei and the Si Tian tower, blocked the four gates of the Holy capital, arrested all personnel related to shanwenbai, followed by lava and Tianhui army, and if there is resistance, kill them!" After the emperor's voice dropped, Liang Po nodded. Then he looked up and continued to ask, "Your Majesty, what should I do with the residence of minister of rites?" "We'll arrest them together, and we'll get rid of them later." After Zhao Yu finished, he raised his hand and took a sip of bitter tea in his hand. He continued to say: "wanjian mountain, the city of Guangzhou, I will lock up the so-called grand national master, yeyansi, Dongguo Lezheng of Daxia academy, heilongwei and Furu army immediately go to block wanjian mountain. If necessary, Si Tian tower will send down punishment to save Jian Sheng. "No matter whether the great national master is shanwenbai or not, or he is hiding in the holy capital, I have only one request. Before dawn, I will bring his head. In the 90 years of the great summer calendar, I want the rear to be clean. I don't want to worry about it any more." The voice of the young emperor has unlimited opportunities, with the ultimate incomparable hegemony! "No!" Liang Po took the order, got up and strode back. After ten breaths, the night shrouded in the sad atmosphere of the holy capital. Suddenly, the dark tide surged wildly, and there were all kinds of murders. Located in the deep forest in the western suburb of Shenjing City, the gate of the barracks of the upper Fourth Army was opened. Three distinct steel torrents, red, silver and black, pierced the whole darkness, just like three giant dragons breaking through the abyss, directly opened to this most powerful city in the vast land of Shenzhou. At the same time, the small world of floating island, after the formation, the army of angry beasts in purple armor stepped out of a blue door of space. After the stars changed, they came to the old house of Qingyi Lane in the wide area city soundlessly. "Mountain and sea map, small sky punishment can be ready to finish?" On the first floor of the main hall of the Si Tian pagoda, the voice of inviting Xia sounded faintly, followed by a slightly old response: "return to your majesty, you can release it after 50 breaths!" "Fifty interest?" The girl asked Xia Ranan to open her mouth, and then she continued to look up at the top of the tower. After being blessed by the young emperor, the huge picture of mountains and seas gradually became clear, and the voice continued to spread: "but it seems that the girl named Jiansheng may not be able to hold on to 50% interest, but I am also very curious about how the swordsman muronghe will choose?" On the burial sword Lake, the ice dragon roars around. In the fierce momentum, it takes a bone chilling chill, and waves sweep out, making it seem that snowflakes are flying on the top of wanjian mountain. The ice dragon is still flying in the sky, which represents the failure of the sword Pavilion disciple's hard work. At the same time, it also means that Jiansheng's life is under the greatest threat since he was born. Shan Wenbai, dressed in black robe, reaches for Jiansheng's neck and lifts it directly into the air.Then he turned and faced the green lotus, which loomed in the blue mist. Ignoring the roar of exhausted disciples on the lake, he stepped forward step by step and went directly to the center of the lake, where the sharpest point was. At the same time, the roaring ice dragons from above plunge down one after another, spewing out the extremely cold frost breath, and opened the way in front of it. Then, the whole burial sword Lake seemed to feel the infinite crisis, and the green sword spirit gushed out from under the lake. The sword burial lake has existed for countless years, and the sword spirit stored in it can hardly be described in words. However, Murong and Hualian want to take this lake, which has accumulated sword spirit for countless years, as the foundation, to cut a path of becoming a saint. In other words, the sword burial lake can raise a saint, but at this time, most of the sword spirit absorbed by the sword Lake was unable to stop shanwenbai from approaching the green lotus. The latter moved forward at a very fast speed, and within 20 minutes, it had already arrived under the green lotus. Shan Wenbai raised his head and looked at the huge green lotus which was irresistible. For the first time, his eyes were extremely crazy. He opened his mouth and roared: "muronghe, the robbery of becoming a saint is not just the jiuchongtianque. Although this green lotus gathers infinite sword Qi and has unparalleled defense, I can't see you coming out!" At the end of the speech, shanwenbai directly raised the young sword student and without hesitation pressed her to the green lotus, which almost gathered the sharpest spirit in the world. Infinite sword spirit, green lotus, touch it will die! At the same time, the eyes of the whole summer, including Zhao Yu, rose in waves. At the same time, the young emperor held the right hand of the tea cup and tightened it. How would muronghe choose? Save or not? At the critical moment, Qinglian held out a hand to tell the world muronghe's answer. As soon as this hand appears, and then lightly grasps it, the whole mount of Wanjianshan, which pierces into the sky, truly becomes a sword of heaven and earth! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
