From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 127 Where is the eldest princess
"Master...sister, how is your injury?"

Inside the palace, in a small courtyard near the Sutra Pavilion.

Seeing the person next to him, Nangong Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, only to realize that his whole body was limp and his long gown was wet.

"It's okay..."

Jiang Zirou's face was still pale, but her figure was tall and straight, and her demeanor was indifferent, making it difficult to tell what was going on with her at this time.

"Nangong Momo, long time no see. You fled in embarrassment that day. I never thought you would dare to come back now."

She patted Nangong Xiaobai on the shoulder.

Pulling the little girl behind him, her palm was warm, like warm jade to the touch, being held in her hand, she unconsciously felt a sense of stability and security.

Nangong Xiaobai looked up.

Looking at the slender figure in front of him, it seemed as if he saw the majestic and motionless Mount Tai under the dark night and the storm.

"You're still alive..." Nangong Bamo felt alarmed, but he sensed something was wrong again.

correct!

The person in front of him has no vitality fluctuations, as if he is an ordinary lady.

Not only does he not have the arrogance of a sage, who is invincible to the world, but he looks sick and in a very wrong state!
"Don't try to lie to me!" He sneered and said, "Jieguang who surpassed the realm of the great sage, even if you were lucky enough to survive it, you must have lost your cultivation now, and you are already at the end of your strength!"

"It's not me who should be afraid, but you, right!"

Nangong Bamo believed in himself, with vitality flowing from his body, he was already ready to do it.

"is it?"

Jiang Zirou shook his head, smiled lightly, "You can try."

"Just try it!" Nangong Momo made a move.

"Boom!"

Bloody palm prints came all over the sky, grabbing Jiang Zirou Tianling. At the same time, his body was surrounded by blood shadows, and the strong wind howled. He was ready to use secret techniques to escape.

then.

Jiang Zirou stretched out his hand and shook it lightly in the void.

"Snapped!"

Nangong Yanmo's figure twisted, shattered, and burned, turning into a wisp of fly ash between breaths, and went away with the wind.

he died!
"So strong!"

Nangong Xiaobai couldn't help being surprised.

The nightmares she had been having all this time disappeared in front of her so easily, like a phantom at will. She opened her eyes wide and looked at it several times before she was sure that the demon had really disappeared from the world.

"take a good rest…"

Looking at the blue-faced figure with fangs in the sky, Jiang Zirou was also a little surprised.

I never thought that the national teacher of Mongolia actually stepped into the realm of a saint.

But if you think about it carefully, thousands of years ago, the Mongolian national teacher and Sanzang Buddha were already semi-sacred and powerful.

Thousands of years later, when the door of the new world is open and the world is in chaos, it is not surprising that he can take the last step.

"An opponent at the level of a saint...let me meet him!"

……

The huge vision of Zhuochi, the Mongolian national teacher, appeared in the sky.

For the people of Daxia, there is a simple and clear way to distinguish between good and bad supernatural things.

Whatever is holy and glorious must be good.

Anything ugly and ferocious is bad.

The Mongolian national teacher also has an extraordinary background and is suspected to be related to the demon world. The vision is huge and ferocious, like a demon king who has escaped from hell, surrounded by raging karmic fire, which makes the entire sky red.

"Where is the eldest princess of Xia?" It repeated again.

In the imperial capital.

The countless people were even more puzzled.

Some of them knelt on the ground and worshiped piously, some hid in corners, and some ran desperately towards the outside of the city. The entire imperial city was in chaos. Fortunately, there were still guards who strictly obeyed their duties, so that the order would not collapse. , leading to even greater chaos.

"What is this guy doing with His Royal Highness the Princess?"

"Could it be... there is something ulterior between the two of them?"

"What are you thinking, the eldest princess does not leave the palace all year round, how could such a thing happen."

"Then why is he looking for Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess!?"

In the alley, people were whispering and discussing.

Jiang Zirou has always kept a low profile.

But with the spread of the poem "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye" and some rumors in the market, people are no strangers to this talented princess.

It's just that I really can't guess the connection between Her Royal Highness the Princess and this monster in the sky.

……

"I'm here!"

The clear voice came to everyone's ears, like the ding-dong of running water, it was extremely pleasant.

Everyone's attention shifted involuntarily to the direction of the sound.

But I saw the Sutra Pavilion, the tallest building in the entire imperial capital, under the dark clouds and the howling wind, a slender and slender figure was standing, lonely and independent.

"His Royal Highness!"

"Across such a distance, the sound can reach our ears. This princess is probably an extremely powerful warrior!"

"At first, I just heard that this princess is quite talented in poetry... I just found out now, oh..."

"It's really hidden!"

Some warriors reacted quickly, but they were still uneasy.

"You really didn't die."

In the sky, the huge demon head turned slowly, tearing through the clouds, leaving a large expanse of thunder in the air, and its eyes were full of divine light, staring closely at Jiang Zirou.

"Not only did he not die, but he also successfully stepped into the realm of saints...Unexpectedly, you broke through this dead end that Jiang Taizu never passed."

Zhuo Chi said with emotion.

"Standing on the shoulders of the predecessors and continuing to move forward, it is natural to go beyond the predecessors. When you are old, this era no longer belongs to you."

With black hair like fog and long sleeves like clouds, Jiang Zirou said calmly:

"Since you came here today, then stay here forever."

"Just you?"

He opened his mouth as if he had turned into a demon god, and two crimson pillars of fire pierced into the sky, sparks flying everywhere.

"If you were in your heyday, I would still be afraid of you three points, but now that you have been seriously injured, how much strength can you display? Whether you can escape from my hands is another matter."

Can break through to the saint in the origin world.

For thousands of years, there have only been three of them, Zhuo Chi has his own extraordinary features, and also has a whole body of pride.

"Go ahead!"

He closed his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "Let this old man ask for advice and teach you the skills of this junior!"

As soon as the words fell, his expression changed.

"This is the Yuan Shen Dao sword!"

A three-foot green blade with waves like cicada's wings appeared in Jiang Zirou's hands, and the clear sword light was reflected in the air like a pool of autumn water.

She gently threw the long sword in her hand: "Go!"

The sword energy is like a rainbow, soaring into the sky.

At the beginning, it was like a thin blue light, like a meteorite going up against the sky.

Not long after, the tip of the sword propped up an arc-shaped air shield with a diameter of [-] meters, which was an air wave formed by air resistance.

After a while, the cyan light illuminated the pitch-black sky, and complemented the vision of the blazing demon head. The original thin line had grown beyond imagination.

Like a hanging blue waterfall.

　There is another chapter, which is being written, a little later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)