Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 118 Jiang Ning’s heir
vertical sun,

The sunlight shines into the house in small fragments,
Furnishings are old and spotless!
"Good wine, good wine!!"

Fang Shaojun suddenly stood up, with a slight blush on his face and a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

After a big night's dream, when I first woke up, I felt that there seemed to be countless mellow fragrances trickling faintly between my lips and teeth.Fang Shaojun couldn't help but be addicted to time, unable to extricate himself.

"...It's fine wine, but it's nothing more than this!" Even though Fang Shaojun was not a greedy drinker, he still couldn't help but savor the taste, and then let out a long sigh.

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, Fang Shaojun got up and looked at the room blankly. All the furnishings and furnishings made him feel boring for a moment.

Resplendent, dilapidated, fake and real, dreamlike and illusory.

He calmly murmured to himself: "A big dream, true! False! Dream! Fantasy!"

After experiencing the prosperity and splendor in the dream, and then seeing the abjection now, Fang Shaojun was deeply moved in his heart.

Wealth, honor and honor are like a great dream for thousands of years!

Fang Shaojun pulled out his sword and held up the sword flowers. The sword had a rough tip and the scabbard was wrapped with two thin sheets of iron. The appearance was extremely crude.

"I don't know when I will be able to show off my skills. Even if I join the army and guard the border, I will be a pawn in front of the first and third armies. It will also be my full ability."

Fang Shaojun's inner family kung fu is extremely pure and profound, he practiced Ba Duan Jin internally, and he has acquired a strength early on, and it is difficult for three or five people to get close to him.

Looking at the rust on the sword, Fang Shaojun carefully touched every inch of the rust, gently pointed at the sword body, and said quietly: "The sword is covered with dust, who is to blame!"

The past thirty years have been a blur, and we have to live day by day.Now, for some unknown reason, he felt a sense of anger in his chest.

…………

Dayue Longting, Ganquan Palace!

A statue of a superior ghost and god, carrying a faint red light, mixed with divine light.

Ghostly auras flew across the sky, and 80 Vietnamese soldiers were waving their banners and military aura like a tide.It looks like a black tiger, eager to attack, its fangs hidden deep, gathering the power of an army.

Xun Shaoyu was sitting on the dragon throne, with his pure red aura communicating with each other. He held the sword in one hand and said: "It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to heaven to make things happen! We have already done our best according to our luck. It depends on whether the descendants of the Yang family can live up to the expectations. , can we revive Dai Viet!"

His eyes were like torches, and when he saw the dragon veins in Longting, he was half exhausted.

The red dragon coils around the Yin Court of Dayue, and the real dragon image is on the verge of collapse.It was almost about to fall down, cut off the dragon energy, and turn into the appearance of a red dragon.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness entrusts the great fortune of the Dragon Court, and has 13 years of imperial power. We will see if the general situation can be overturned after 13 years." A tyrannical ghost and god, wearing red armor, whispered in the void between movements and stillness.

Xun Shaoyu's eyes were focused on the depths of the underworld, and he said calmly: "Do your best and obey the destiny!"

“However, before that, it’s time to purge those people who are ‘hands-on’.”

Xun Shaoyu's eyes were bright, the sword on his waist was buzzing, and the wisps of red energy were rising and falling.

The emperors of Longtai each shone with divine light, and each emperor had a completely different appearance.

A high-ranking ghost and god, with a faint red light in his robe, ripples through the land of Zhouzai.

boom--

boom--

In the boundless underworld, the boundless underworld, hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers are fighting endlessly!
A black-armored warrior, glowing with foul black aura, riding a bronze chariot, swept through countless waves.

Tuoba Mu's expression was stern, his Heavenly Wolf blades roared ferociously, his majestic military aura was mixed with the dragon aura of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and a gray wolf's claws were explored.

boom - boom -

The turbid air of the underworld is churning and rolling.

In an instant, hundreds or thousands of Yuejia roared and were submerged in the turbid evil.

"Hahaha……"

Tuoba Mu roared endlessly, swung the Heavenly Wolf Blade, and leaped thousands of miles in the shape of a wolf howling.

A red-armored magic weapon roared, condensing the true form of an evil tiger, and the tiger roared together, shocking thousands of ghosts.

"Old Tuoba dog!!"

A general with a hundred feet of red armor trembles as he steps around, pulling a strong bow like a full moon, and the bow body floats like a majestic mountain and river.

boom--

The arrow roared and transformed into the shape of an ox, with sparks stepping on its hooves as it rushed towards Tuoba Mu.

Tuoba Mu stretched out his palm, and a big hand covered hundreds of feet. It fell hard in the air, almost like a mountain, shattering layers of void.

The underworld in the Yin world is not like the Yang world. The legal net is wide and the rules are unwavering.

The realm of the underworld is boundless, and the land of the underworld is vast and boundless. Compared with the heaven and earth of the yang world, it is infinitely larger.

Even if a shrine or a small temple falls into the underworld, it will also become a palace or a spiritual realm.

Because the rules of the underworld are false and the laws are lax.Yu Yangshi can only pry a branch or the strength of a stone.In the underworld, a tall mountain can collapse and a surging river can dry up.

The hundred-foot-long red-armored general looked at the shape of a jingniu, which collapsed and disappeared in Tuoba Mu's hands. His face showed a calm expression, and his war bow slashed across the clouds.

"It's just... the people who have lost their country and their species, and are living on their last legs, dare to spy on my great Yue Dragon Court." The red-armored general spoke in an unhurried manner, with a high-spirited attitude, and the bow strings of the divine bow he held were buzzing.

Every time the bow string trembles, it makes a dull sound of thunder, shattering the souls of thousands of black-armored ghost soldiers.As the red-armored general spoke a few words, a string sounded 12 times, killing tens of thousands of black-armored ghost soldiers.

Tuoba Mu sneered and said: "Hmph... you untouchables, you and your ancestors for several generations, none of them are my eagle and dog lackeys. No matter how you beat or kill, you will follow my Tuoba clan's whim."

"The lackeys are backstabbing, the hawks and dogs are betraying their masters, they deserve to be killed!"

The two high-ranking ghosts and gods fought dozens or hundreds of times, shaking the territory of the underworld. Hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers were turned into powder and ashes in the fight between the two great ghosts and gods.

The dragon spirit of the Northern Wei Dynasty whined, and Tuoba Miao drove the dragon chariot, watching the dragon spirit of the Northern Wei Dynasty disappear, with a look of heartache on his face.

These Northern Wei Dragon Qi are the foundation of his existence. Every trace and every strand is the vitality of his Northern Wei Dragon Court.

Once the Dragon Qi is exhausted, not only will he, the Taizu of the Wei Dynasty, be doomed, but all the millions of ghosts in the Dragon Court will also lose their souls and sink into the turbid underworld.

However, when he thought of that one's promise, Tuoba Miao's expression perked up.Since he cannot be the master of one party and decides on his own life and death, if he can take shelter in the realm of the Earth Lord and God and become the Lord and City God of a palace, he can enjoy all the power and blessings and continue the Canglang bloodline.

"kill--"

In an instant, countless ghost soldiers fell, and the yin fire rippled, sweeping away the afterglow.

Ow!Ow!Ow!
The true form of a red dragon shook the realms of the underworld, with pieces of red scales floating, full of Yang Qi.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

The 80 red-armored warriors roared loudly, reflecting the true form of the red dragon, like a ball of blazing fire, burning everything.

"Crush Wei Ting and destroy the Xing Tan!!"

The red dragon is flamboyant, covered with dragon claws, and the patches are red, brilliant and fierce.

…………

Ten days,

Jingyang Lane,
Swish!Swish!Swish! !

Fang Shaojun was dressed in plain clothes, holding a sword with his fingers twirled, the sword's light flashed suddenly, his figure was vigorous, and his edge trembled.

The movement of the sword is like the flash of lightning and the spewing out cold light.

In the past few days, Fang Shaojun's energy and spirit were completely different, with a hint of coldness, murderous intent and sword intent completely natural.

In the courtyard, he moved around, stabbing, chopping, teasing, hanging, touching, wiping, holding, racking, sweeping, cutting, stabbing, pushing, and transforming. 13 basic sword skills, like a dragon touching water, rippling in a trance, Life and death are instantaneous.

This is the swordsmanship of life and death. Each move is simple and clear, directly pointing to the murderous nature of people's hearts.

"Shh..."

Slowly restraining the power of the sword, the sword light trembled, Fang Shaojun slowly exhaled, his chest was high and shallow, and the energy and blood particles were like pearls, rolling and rounded.

"The inner family is greatly accomplished, and the inner organs are purified. It's really wonderful...it's really wonderful!"

Fang Shaojun gently touched the edge of the sword, and the coldness penetrated deep into his bones. The rusty sword seemed to be showing its sharp edge after several days of hard polishing.

After his soul entered the Dragon Court, Fang Shaojun had an energy that he didn't know where to come from. He worked hard to hone his martial arts skills every day after cultivating the fields.

The Baduanjin has been achieved only after ten years of practice.He had a sudden enlightenment and worked hard every day, surpassing the pass of Xiaocheng and reaching the inner master of Dacheng.

The tip of the sword moved, and suddenly seven or eight sword flowers were thrown out.Fang Shaojun quietly stroked the blade of the sword, his expression solemn and deep as never before.

Suddenly, Fang Shaojun's ears moved slightly and his face was slightly surprised. He put his sword into its sheath, pushed open the courtyard door, and looked sideways at the entrance of the street.

All martial arts masters have amazing spiritual awareness.If you practice to the extreme, you will have the ability to not see or hear, and to avoid danger.

tread!tread!tread!
The sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded like a heavy rain beating on banana leaves. Dozens of capable cavalrymen, dressed in red armor, poured into the alley one by one.

Dozens of war horses swept away the smoke and dust.The knights riding on the war horses are all introverted and brilliant.Moreover, the joints are thick and the body is strong, supporting a pair of iron armor, like an iron tower.

"Woo! Whoa! Whoa!"

The knights tightened their horses, and the leading man was the first to see Fang Shaojun leaning on the door, and his expression suddenly became happy.

"Last General, General of Zuoweidu, Helian Tiecheng, see Duke Jiangning!" This rough mining man suddenly turned over and dismounted, and knelt on the ground. The leaves of his armor rustled in the interlaced movements.

Dozens of knights got off their horses one after another, knelt down on the ground, and shouted in unison: "See, Lord Jiang Ning!"

Fang Shaojun looked stunned, almost at a loss. He took a few steps back and murmured: "Mr. Jiangning?"

These dozens of soldiers bowed their heads together, which was something Fang Shaojun had never experienced before in his life.Of course, when the knights bowed their heads, Fang Shaojun felt a bit of overlooking and even a bit of indulging in it.

However, Fang Shaojun's natural caution still made him a little more vigilant.

Helian Tiecheng clasped his fists and said: "My lord, we are the Twelve Guards of the capital. The soldiers of the left guard army are here to welcome the lord to the capital on the orders of Master Zaifu."

Fang Shaojun frowned and said, "Master...entering the capital?"

Helian Tiecheng said in a deep voice: "Marquis Haishang, he has a lack of virtue and is not like the Ninth Five-Year Emperor, so he was demoted by the officials."

"There is an official from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Li Weibai, Mr. Li, who strongly recommends the prince to be the successor of Dayue and the emperor's choice. In the past dynasties, the Gonggun princes discussed and decreed that he should be the Duke of Jiangning, and the fiefdom should be in the eight counties of Jiangning Prefecture. There are [-] households, ranked first."

"My lord, please follow me to the capital!"

(End of this chapter)