Chapter 841
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As snow half city said, sometimes blood and kinship can not be simply equated.
In the vast land of Shenzhou for countless years, close relatives have become enemies, and there are no blood relations between them. However, it is undeniable that the inheritance of blood is the most primitive and instinctive fetter of life under the road.
Therefore, listening to the words of half a city in the snow and holding a big halberd, the old king of Bei'an, who walked slowly to the Dragon chair on the high platform of Jinluan hall, suddenly fell old. Even his straight back suddenly bent down for several minutes, becoming a real gray haired old man.
Tiger poison still does not eat children, and the old king of Bei'an came to liulicheng in the snow field of the far north to kill people.
He has killed too many people after stepping into the Jinluan temple, but the most important one has not yet been seen.
There are ninety-nine steps on the high platform of the Jinluan hall, which symbolizes the extreme of the heaven. The old king of Bei'an had a heavy thought. Therefore, he walked very slowly. Every step was a kind of suffering for the old man who had been on the battlefield for nearly a hundred years.
At the same time, on the other side of the Jinluan hall, in the deep corridor, the roar, hiss and roar gradually subsided. In a corner of the dark room, a young figure shrank in the corner, slowly raised the dragon scale covered head and watched the light at the end of the road in the distance.
In the eyes of this figure, there are bewilderment, bewilderment and doubt.
The Jiulong suotan formation, which was originally trapped by him, had already lost its effect because the whole array was smashed by the king of Bei'an with a halberd. Therefore, Shanzi could walk out of the dark room at will. However, he did not go anywhere. He neither left nor went to the Jinluan hall. Instead, he stretched out his hand and covered his right eye with pain.
Since just now, his right eye began to tingle violently, as if there was a thunderbolt converging in his eyes. At the same time, with the heart beating violently at extremely fast frequency, a fear that began to tremble in the depths of his soul began to gush upward.
Then Shanzi stood up panting, covering his increasingly hot right eye. With his left eye with golden dragon pupil, he continued to gaze at the dark road leading to the Jinluan hall. A vague shadow appeared on the side of the mountain, holding out his hand to his still shaking body. It was his man in the mirror.
In addition to the palpitation, a call from the depths of his blood sprang up in Shanzi's heart, which was similar to the complicated and uneasy emotion of an orphan who was about to meet his own parents. Then the ill fated young man gently raised his feet and took a step forward, but a cold voice sounded from front of Shanzi:
"I promised to pass Guan Zhengqing, I don't care about your integrity. Those people outside are dead. But you can't have an accident. It's Wang Jiangyu, one of the three kings of the great Xia Dynasty. Wang Jiangyu, the North killing God, is outside. I can't protect you in front of such major repairs. So you should think clearly whether you want to go out of this dark room. "
After the sound fell, only his left arm was left. Yun Yan Tuoba, dressed in white, appeared in the dark road and blocked in front of Shanzi. Then he looked at the half man and half dragon in front of him, and even the mountain with red thunder flashing constantly.
In other words, there is a kind of extremely painful experience of the transformation of the Wang's blood from the emperor to the emperor.
At this time, this transformation has reached the most critical period. Shanzi can no longer suppress the changes of his whole body. He can only choose one of them.
Two kinds of extremely overbearing blood, choose one, or become the dragon flying in the sky, or become the person in charge of thunder!
"I guess Guan Zhengqing certainly didn't tell you that. The reason why he or my nominal father shanwenbai lured the king of Bei'an to the snow field in the far north was to force me to make the final choice. I know this very well. I just can't imagine that after such a big rebellion, you will have compassion. I don't need you to be pitiful, because it's fate. ”
in the voice of the mountain, there are both the hoarseness like the roar of a dragon, and the young and bright like the youth of the human race. When the two are mixed together, it seems that two people speak at the same time, which is extremely strange. Then some crooked mountains slowly stop straightening their bodies and continue to say:
"and the higher the cultivation of the practitioners, there is something mysterious about the blood vessels So I can't escape in this desolate and extremely northern snow field. This is an end that must be carried out, isn't it? "
After Shanzi's voice dropped, Yun Yan Tuoba, with delicate facial features and complicated eyes, did not open his mouth again. Instead, he gently let go of his body and revealed the secret passage behind him.
Thank you very much
Shanzi raised his hand, and then, with the help of the man in the mirror, walked along the long dark road again and again towards the light of the Jinluan hall.
"This dragon chair was once under the ass of the previous emperor of Ying for nearly ten thousand years. The Yin Ruins were burned by the fire of the sun for nearly three years. People all think that this dragon chair was destroyed by the fire of heaven, but they never thought that it could make such a journey to the northernmost part of the vast land of Shenzhou. It's really a trick of nature."
On the high platform of Jinluan hall, the old king of Bei'an looked down at the Dragon chair which once symbolized the supreme glory. However, there was not much sigh in his eyes. Then he spoke to the panting snow city not far behind him"There are ninety-nine steps on the high platform of Jinluan hall. Once the ministers knelt down, they all had to stretch their necks and raise their heads to see the people on the Dragon chair. Over time, both the people sitting on the Dragon chair and those kneeling below changed their taste.
"The collapse of the building was not caused in a day. This chair should be destroyed."
When the old king finished his words, he raised his halberd, which was full of blood and thunder. His face was solemn and he waved it vigorously. After a burst and roar, the Euphorbia directly crossed a track that pierced the void, and fell straight down towards the Dragon chair in front of him.
However, when the thunder and blood halberd was only a finger away from the Dragon chair, the right hand under the command of King Bei'an stopped steadily and did not move. Then the old man in the black robe slowly straightened up, turned to look to the side and looked up.
"Da, Da, Da."
A slow and slight footstep sounds from the side of an intersection, and then, under the gaze of old Bei'an and xuebancheng, a tall and straight young voice slowly steps out of the shadow.
The appearance of the visitors gradually became clear. The old king's body, which was composed of thunder, trembled slightly. Then a faint voice sounded on the platform of the hall:
"if you want to break this dragon chair, which symbolizes the last glory of Ying's previous dynasty, are you also determined to kill me who has the last orthodox blood of Ying.
"Father?"
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As snow half city said, sometimes blood and kinship can not be simply equated.
In the vast land of Shenzhou for countless years, close relatives have become enemies, and there are no blood relations between them. However, it is undeniable that the inheritance of blood is the most primitive and instinctive fetter of life under the road.
Therefore, listening to the words of half a city in the snow and holding a big halberd, the old king of Bei'an, who walked slowly to the Dragon chair on the high platform of Jinluan hall, suddenly fell old. Even his straight back suddenly bent down for several minutes, becoming a real gray haired old man.
Tiger poison still does not eat children, and the old king of Bei'an came to liulicheng in the snow field of the far north to kill people.
He has killed too many people after stepping into the Jinluan temple, but the most important one has not yet been seen.
There are ninety-nine steps on the high platform of the Jinluan hall, which symbolizes the extreme of the heaven. The old king of Bei'an had a heavy thought. Therefore, he walked very slowly. Every step was a kind of suffering for the old man who had been on the battlefield for nearly a hundred years.
At the same time, on the other side of the Jinluan hall, in the deep corridor, the roar, hiss and roar gradually subsided. In a corner of the dark room, a young figure shrank in the corner, slowly raised the dragon scale covered head and watched the light at the end of the road in the distance.
In the eyes of this figure, there are bewilderment, bewilderment and doubt.
The Jiulong suotan formation, which was originally trapped by him, had already lost its effect because the whole array was smashed by the king of Bei'an with a halberd. Therefore, Shanzi could walk out of the dark room at will. However, he did not go anywhere. He neither left nor went to the Jinluan hall. Instead, he stretched out his hand and covered his right eye with pain.
Since just now, his right eye began to tingle violently, as if there was a thunderbolt converging in his eyes. At the same time, with the heart beating violently at extremely fast frequency, a fear that began to tremble in the depths of his soul began to gush upward.
Then Shanzi stood up panting, covering his increasingly hot right eye. With his left eye with golden dragon pupil, he continued to gaze at the dark road leading to the Jinluan hall. A vague shadow appeared on the side of the mountain, holding out his hand to his still shaking body. It was his man in the mirror.
In addition to the palpitation, a call from the depths of his blood sprang up in Shanzi's heart, which was similar to the complicated and uneasy emotion of an orphan who was about to meet his own parents. Then the ill fated young man gently raised his feet and took a step forward, but a cold voice sounded from front of Shanzi:
"I promised to pass Guan Zhengqing, I don't care about your integrity. Those people outside are dead. But you can't have an accident. It's Wang Jiangyu, one of the three kings of the great Xia Dynasty. Wang Jiangyu, the North killing God, is outside. I can't protect you in front of such major repairs. So you should think clearly whether you want to go out of this dark room. "
After the sound fell, only his left arm was left. Yun Yan Tuoba, dressed in white, appeared in the dark road and blocked in front of Shanzi. Then he looked at the half man and half dragon in front of him, and even the mountain with red thunder flashing constantly.
In other words, there is a kind of extremely painful experience of the transformation of the Wang's blood from the emperor to the emperor.
At this time, this transformation has reached the most critical period. Shanzi can no longer suppress the changes of his whole body. He can only choose one of them.
Two kinds of extremely overbearing blood, choose one, or become the dragon flying in the sky, or become the person in charge of thunder!
"I guess Guan Zhengqing certainly didn't tell you that. The reason why he or my nominal father shanwenbai lured the king of Bei'an to the snow field in the far north was to force me to make the final choice. I know this very well. I just can't imagine that after such a big rebellion, you will have compassion. I don't need you to be pitiful, because it's fate. ”
in the voice of the mountain, there are both the hoarseness like the roar of a dragon, and the young and bright like the youth of the human race. When the two are mixed together, it seems that two people speak at the same time, which is extremely strange. Then some crooked mountains slowly stop straightening their bodies and continue to say:
"and the higher the cultivation of the practitioners, there is something mysterious about the blood vessels So I can't escape in this desolate and extremely northern snow field. This is an end that must be carried out, isn't it? "
After Shanzi's voice dropped, Yun Yan Tuoba, with delicate facial features and complicated eyes, did not open his mouth again. Instead, he gently let go of his body and revealed the secret passage behind him.
Thank you very much
Shanzi raised his hand, and then, with the help of the man in the mirror, walked along the long dark road again and again towards the light of the Jinluan hall.
"This dragon chair was once under the ass of the previous emperor of Ying for nearly ten thousand years. The Yin Ruins were burned by the fire of the sun for nearly three years. People all think that this dragon chair was destroyed by the fire of heaven, but they never thought that it could make such a journey to the northernmost part of the vast land of Shenzhou. It's really a trick of nature."
On the high platform of Jinluan hall, the old king of Bei'an looked down at the Dragon chair which once symbolized the supreme glory. However, there was not much sigh in his eyes. Then he spoke to the panting snow city not far behind him"There are ninety-nine steps on the high platform of Jinluan hall. Once the ministers knelt down, they all had to stretch their necks and raise their heads to see the people on the Dragon chair. Over time, both the people sitting on the Dragon chair and those kneeling below changed their taste.
"The collapse of the building was not caused in a day. This chair should be destroyed."
When the old king finished his words, he raised his halberd, which was full of blood and thunder. His face was solemn and he waved it vigorously. After a burst and roar, the Euphorbia directly crossed a track that pierced the void, and fell straight down towards the Dragon chair in front of him.
However, when the thunder and blood halberd was only a finger away from the Dragon chair, the right hand under the command of King Bei'an stopped steadily and did not move. Then the old man in the black robe slowly straightened up, turned to look to the side and looked up.
"Da, Da, Da."
A slow and slight footstep sounds from the side of an intersection, and then, under the gaze of old Bei'an and xuebancheng, a tall and straight young voice slowly steps out of the shadow.
The appearance of the visitors gradually became clear. The old king's body, which was composed of thunder, trembled slightly. Then a faint voice sounded on the platform of the hall:
"if you want to break this dragon chair, which symbolizes the last glory of Ying's previous dynasty, are you also determined to kill me who has the last orthodox blood of Ying.
"Father?"
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As snow half city said, sometimes blood and kinship can not be simply equated. In the vast land of Shenzhou for countless years, close relatives have become enemies, and there are no blood relations between them. However, it is undeniable that the inheritance of blood is the most primitive and instinctive fetter of life under the road. Therefore, listening to the words of half a city in the snow and holding a big halberd, the old king of Bei'an, who walked slowly to the Dragon chair on the high platform of Jinluan hall, suddenly fell old. Even his straight back suddenly bent down for several minutes, becoming a real gray haired old man. Tiger poison still does not eat children, and the old king of Bei'an came to liulicheng in the snow field of the far north to kill people. He has killed too many people after stepping into the Jinluan temple, but the most important one has not yet been seen. There are ninety-nine steps on the high platform of the Jinluan hall, which symbolizes the extreme of the heaven. The old king of Bei'an had a heavy thought. Therefore, he walked very slowly. Every step was a kind of suffering for the old man who had been on the battlefield for nearly a hundred years. At the same time, on the other side of the Jinluan hall, in the deep corridor, the roar, hiss and roar gradually subsided. In a corner of the dark room, a young figure shrank in the corner, slowly raised the dragon scale covered head and watched the light at the end of the road in the distance. In the eyes of this figure, there are bewilderment, bewilderment and doubt. The Jiulong suotan formation, which was originally trapped by him, had already lost its effect because the whole array was smashed by the king of Bei'an with a halberd. Therefore, Shanzi could walk out of the dark room at will. However, he did not go anywhere. He neither left nor went to the Jinluan hall. Instead, he stretched out his hand and covered his right eye with pain. Since just now, his right eye began to tingle violently, as if there was a thunderbolt converging in his eyes. At the same time, with the heart beating violently at extremely fast frequency, a fear that began to tremble in the depths of his soul began to gush upward. Then Shanzi stood up panting, covering his increasingly hot right eye. With his left eye with golden dragon pupil, he continued to gaze at the dark road leading to the Jinluan hall. A vague shadow appeared on the side of the mountain, holding out his hand to his still shaking body. It was his man in the mirror. In addition to the palpitation, a call from the depths of his blood sprang up in Shanzi's heart, which was similar to the complicated and uneasy emotion of an orphan who was about to meet his own parents. Then the ill fated young man gently raised his feet and took a step forward, but a cold voice sounded from front of Shanzi: "I promised to pass Guan Zhengqing, I don't care about your integrity. Those people outside are dead. But you can't have an accident. It's Wang Jiangyu, one of the three kings of the great Xia Dynasty. Wang Jiangyu, the North killing God, is outside. I can't protect you in front of such major repairs. So you should think clearly whether you want to go out of this dark room. " After the sound fell, only his left arm was left. Yun Yan Tuoba, dressed in white, appeared in the dark road and blocked in front of Shanzi. Then he looked at the half man and half dragon in front of him, and even the mountain with red thunder flashing constantly. In other words, there is a kind of extremely painful experience of the transformation of the Wang's blood from the emperor to the emperor. At this time, this transformation has reached the most critical period. Shanzi can no longer suppress the changes of his whole body. He can only choose one of them. Two kinds of extremely overbearing blood, choose one, or become the dragon flying in the sky, or become the person in charge of thunder! "I guess Guan Zhengqing certainly didn't tell you that. The reason why he or my nominal father shanwenbai lured the king of Bei'an to the snow field in the far north was to force me to make the final choice. I know this very well. I just can't imagine that after such a big rebellion, you will have compassion. I don't need you to be pitiful, because it's fate. in the voice of the mountain, there are both the hoarseness like the roar of a dragon, and the young and bright like the youth of the human race. When the two are mixed together, it seems that two people speak at the same time, which is extremely strange. Then some crooked mountains slowly stop straightening their bodies and continue to say: "and the higher the cultivation of the practitioners, there is something mysterious about the blood vessels So I can't escape in this desolate and extremely northern snow field. This is an end that must be carried out, isn't it? " After Shanzi's voice dropped, Yun Yan Tuoba, with delicate facial features and complicated eyes, did not open his mouth again. Instead, he gently let go of his body and revealed the secret passage behind him. Thank you very much Shanzi raised his hand, and then, with the help of the man in the mirror, walked along the long dark road again and again towards the light of the Jinluan hall. "This dragon chair was once under the ass of the previous emperor of Ying for nearly ten thousand years. The Yin Ruins were burned by the fire of the sun for nearly three years. People all think that this dragon chair was destroyed by the fire of heaven, but they never thought that it could make such a journey to the northernmost part of the vast land of Shenzhou. It's really a trick of nature." On the high platform of Jinluan hall, the old king of Bei'an looked down at the Dragon chair which once symbolized the supreme glory. However, there was not much sigh in his eyes. Then he spoke to the panting snow city not far behind him"There are ninety-nine steps on the high platform of Jinluan hall. Once the ministers knelt down, they all had to stretch their necks and raise their heads to see the people on the Dragon chair. Over time, both the people sitting on the Dragon chair and those kneeling below changed their taste. "The collapse of the building was not caused in a day. This chair should be destroyed." When the old king finished his words, he raised his halberd, which was full of blood and thunder. His face was solemn and he waved it vigorously. After a burst and roar, the Euphorbia directly crossed a track that pierced the void, and fell straight down towards the Dragon chair in front of him. However, when the thunder and blood halberd was only a finger away from the Dragon chair, the right hand under the command of King Bei'an stopped steadily and did not move. Then the old man in the black robe slowly straightened up, turned to look to the side and looked up. "Da, Da, Da." A slow and slight footstep sounds from the side of an intersection, and then, under the gaze of old Bei'an and xuebancheng, a tall and straight young voice slowly steps out of the shadow. The appearance of the visitors gradually became clear. The old king's body, which was composed of thunder, trembled slightly. Then a faint voice sounded on the platform of the hall: "if you want to break this dragon chair, which symbolizes the last glory of Ying's previous dynasty, are you also determined to kill me who has the last orthodox blood of Ying. 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