I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 241 Veteran is loyal!

"My lord is mighty, show off the power of our country"

Through the rippling water, the human race on the shore saw Prime Minister Turtle's dying state in the bottom of the water, and they cheered bursts of cheers, thinking that the Minister of Rites had always hidden his strength, which is why he was able to defeat Prime Minister Turtle.

But as the awe-inspiring light faded away, the Minister of Rites, sitting cross-legged on the ground, was revealed.

I saw that his beard and hair were all white, his appearance was haggard, the sea of ​​Qi in his chest had been completely shattered, and his aura of righteousness had been completely exhausted, and he became a completely ordinary person.

It should be that in the blow just now, all the vitality potential in the body has been merged into the phantom of Confucian saints, so that this shocking shot can be made.

"grown ups!"

Many officials of the Ministry of Rites, with faces ashen ashes, threw themselves in front of Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites, and injected their weak aura of righteousness into his body, trying to keep him alive.

However, when everyone's awe-inspiring righteousness entered the body of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, it disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

"Don't waste time, his sea of ​​energy is shattered, his vitality is exhausted, and he will die in three days at most."

In mid-air, a blue shadow flashed across, and the Green Serpent Demon King was holding Prime Minister Turtle in one of his dragon claws, gloating over misfortune flashed in his eyes.

In his eyes, even if all these humble human races died, they deserved it.

Many human monks glared at the Qingjiao Demon King, but they didn't dare to speak nonsense, for fear that the Qingjiao Demon King would kill themselves.

After the Qing Jiao Demon King finished speaking, he ignored the people below, and a ray of pure mana entered Prime Minister Turtle's body to heal his injuries.

He is only responsible for protecting the safety of the wedding party. As for matters such as negotiating with the human race, he has to rely on Prime Minister Gui. He doesn't want to waste time on these mundane matters.

A quarter of an hour later, Prime Minister Gui woke up from the coma with the help of the Qing Jiao Monster King.

"pain"

Prime Minister Turtle groaned and opened his eyes.

I only felt the pain on my turtle back, and although I could barely move and speak at this time, the injury of my body would not recover at all in a hundred or eighty years.

At the same time, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, whose eyes had been closed all the time, barely opened his eyes after taking a life-saving elixir from an official of the Ministry of Rites.

"My lord, are you better?"

Many officials of the Ministry of Rites surrounded the Minister of Rites and looked at him with concern.

"Cough cough."

Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites coughed dryly twice, and spewed out two black and red blood foams from his mouth again.

The blood is black and red, obviously dying soon.

There was a hint of relief on the face of the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. He looked at the officials of the Ministry of Rites and said with a smile: "I'm fine."

But then he coughed again and again. Although this life-saving elixir could wake him up, it couldn't save him.

All internal organs were burned, and the sea of ​​​​qi shattered, even if the Valley Master of the Immortal Medicine Valley came here, he could not save him.

He was able to wake up at this time, completely relying on his own unyielding will.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the Qingjiao Demon King appeared in front of the Minister of Rites with his hand in his hand, Prime Minister Turtle.

Many officials of the Ministry of Rites quickly surrounded the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, for fear that the people of the Yaozu would kill him again

"roll!"

The Green Serpent Demon King frowned, waved his dragon claw lightly, and a hurricane appeared out of nowhere, and in a blink of an eye, all the surrounding officials of the Ministry of Rites were pushed away a hundred feet away.

After finishing all this, he left Prime Minister Gui, stood aside with his hands tied.

"Old man, you can actually hurt me."

Prime Minister Gui squatted in front of Ribu Shangshu, looking at the dying Ribu Shangshu, his eyes were full of hatred.

I am a dignified first-rank demon cultivator, but was hanged and beaten by a Confucian cultivator at the peak of the second rank. If it hadn't been for the Qingjiao Demon King, I am afraid that it would have died at this time, so how could it not hate it.

If this spread to the ears of the Donghai aquarium, how would those aquarium demon cultivators who had always looked down on him mock him.

However, he never thought about how it would have caused the consequences just now if he hadn't spoken rudely and suppressed the human race present first.

"Holy Majesty, Martial Saint Riding a Dragon"

The officials of the Ministry of Rites, who were hundreds of feet away, wanted to rescue the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, but they were overwhelmed by the aura of the Qingjiao Demon King. As long as they took a step a hundred feet away, they would be overwhelmed to the ground immediately.

He could only keep chanting the names of these two people in his mouth. Now Daxuan, only these two people can stop the Green Dragon Demon King in front of him.

Hearing the name of the Dragon Rider Martial Saint being called out by the crowd, the eyes of the Cyan Dragon Demon King shone brightly. He came to Daxuan on this trip, and he had another task, which was to find out about Daxuan's background and see the rumored Dragon Rider Martial Saint. Holy, does it really exist.

After a long time, on the canal pier, everything remained the same, and no miracle happened.

There were several first-rank cultivators from the Immortal Sect around, but they dared not approach because of the strength of the Cyan Serpent Demon King.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the Minister of Rites was ashamed of his writing, and it was fine if the Martial Sage Riding a Dragon didn't show up. As the master of Daxuan, Emperor Jiaming didn't stand up for Daxuan, which was very chilling.

In Zizhu Garden, on the bronze mirror in front of Zizhu Layman, there is a scene above the canal wharf.

Seeing that no one dared to sweep away the prestige of the green dragon monster king, layman Zizhu couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Since no one comes forward, then the old man will come."

His lifespan was originally less than three years, even if he fell in this battle, it would not be considered a loss.

So in this battle, he has fought with the determination to die, and must restore the dignity of the human race.

"The old man appeared on the canal pier within three feet."

As his voice sounded, the words followed, his figure suddenly disappeared, and he was about to leave the Purple Bamboo Garden.

However, at this moment, a mysterious force fell around Zizhuyuan, interrupting his teleportation technique.

???

Layman Zizhu showed doubts, at this moment, a mysterious figure appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you blocking me?"

Layman Zizhu's face flashed a trace of solemnity, the mysterious figure in front of him, with a wave of his hand, broke his own words and expressions, and his strength was only superior to his own.

And his spiritual consciousness swept across, and the open space in front of him seemed to be empty.

If it wasn't for this mysterious figure standing in front of him, he almost thought that there was no such person at all.

This made his heart tense even more. Could it be that the Dragon Clan is planning to invade Daxuan on a large scale and send experts to stop him?
Almost at the same time, Liu Sheng, who had been in seclusion for many years, Chongyang Daoist of Quanzhen Dao, and other half-step transcendental or first-grade monks, all showed their magical powers and rushed to the canal pier, but they were stopped by a mysterious person halfway, so they had to return to the canal. The place of practice.

Seeing that the Dragon Rider Martial Saint hadn't appeared, the Cyan Flood Demon King suddenly felt bored.

He gave a wink, Prime Minister Gui understood, a three-foot-long sharp claw edge slowly appeared on the tortoise's claws, and there was a turquoise cold light on the sharp claws, which was breathtaking.

"Undead under the claws of the prime minister, what's your name?"

Prime Minister Gui looked down at the Minister of Rites sitting cross-legged in front of him, with a cruel smile on his face.

Even though the person in front of him only had three days' lifespan, it wanted to kill him with its own hands, in order to avenge its almost killing just now.

At this time, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites did not report any hope of surviving. He carefully adjusted the Confucian shirt on his body from top to bottom, straightened his waist, and said with tears: "My lord, old minister Zhuo Yungui, for Daxuan I am loyal!"

As Prime Minister Turtle's tortoise claw fell, Minister of Rites looked to the north of Xuanyang from afar.

There is the Xuanyang Palace, where Emperor Jiaming resides.

"I am loyal to Daxuan!"

"I am loyal to Daxuan!"

The huge Xuanyang City seemed to tremble slightly under the voice of Zhuo Yungui, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites.

"Die!"

Prime Minister Gui showed a ferocious face, and grabbed Zhuo Yungui's head with sharp tortoise claws.

In the next breath, it seemed that the yellow and white thing was about to gush out.

Seeing that Zhuo Yungui was about to die on the spot, a majestic voice suddenly sounded outside Xuanyang City: "Envoy of Dragon Palace, enter the city quickly."

The voice was not loud, but it spread to the ears of everyone present, and there was a hint of sullenness in it.

It was Emperor Jiaming.

(End of this chapter)