Fantasy: Me! Start To Create Tianji Pavilion!

Chapter 58 Fight for the Throne! Come again from Sifang Pavilion! [Second more! 】

“I’ll talk about this later, I will save your father first!”

The thirteen ancestors took the ten thousand years of geocentric chalcedony in the hands of Xia Qiuhan, turned and disappeared into the forbidden ground.

If the Emperor Daxia is dead, the entire Daxia Dynasty is afraid that it will be plunged into turmoil.

Xia Qiuhan hasn’t grown up yet, and there are two other dynasties who are eagerly watching.

Seeing the thirteen ancestors disappear, Xia Qiuhan’s tight heart finally relaxed.

But before she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw a young eunuch rushing into the forbidden area in a hurry.

“Princess, it’s okay, the second prince… he robbed you of your jade seal!”

“what?!”

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian’s face changed drastically.

Xia Qiuhan’s Liu eyebrows also wrinkled slightly, and said coldly: “Go, go back to the Hall of Supreme Harmony!”

…

When Xia Qiuhan rushed to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, it was already heavily guarded.

In the Great Hall, a young man dressed in a bright yellow python robe, somewhat similar to Xia Qiuhan, was sitting on a dragon chair.

“Sister, you leave the palace privately and ignore the dynasty’s affairs. Are you convicted?”

The second prince Xia Dongchen didn’t say anything when they met, and asked harshly.

“Second prince, the position of supervising the country is appointed by the ancestors, you must not make mistakes!”

Before Xing Tian came up, the cupped fist said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Xia Dongchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chill flashed in the depths of his eyes:

“It’s just a dog from my Xia family. What qualifications do you have to bark here?”

“Come on, pull this person out and abolish Cultivation Base!”

A dog in the Xia family?

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian’s face suddenly became gloomy.

However, just when he was about to say something, Xia Qiuhan stretched out his hand to stop him, and whispered:

“Brother Second Emperor, the ancestors are also not Xia’s surnames, do you mean that you are also alluding to the ancestors?”

Bang!

As soon as the voice fell, Xia Dongchen slapped the table abruptly, and said with an icy expression: “Sister, don’t take it out of context!”

“Brother Erhuang, several ancestors handed over the position of prison to me. What do you mean by sitting on the dragon chair now? Could it be…”

Speaking of this, Xia Qiuhan took a step forward, and invisible coercion filled the entire Great Hall.

“Are you trying to…conspiracy?”

“Xia Qiuhan, you…”

Xia Dongchen abruptly stood up from the dragon chair, glaring at him, but couldn’t say a word.

Xing Tian bowed his head, looked at Xia Qiuhan, and then at Xia Dongchen, who was pale and irritated, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

In front of Xia Qiuhan, the other princes are really incomparable. The princess’s aura is really too powerful!

In Xia Qiuhan’s body, the queen’s might is already faintly visible!

“Xia Qiuhan, my Daxia Dynasty has never had a precedent for women to supervise the country. This is against the ancestral system! When you die, what face do you have to meet your ancestors?”

Xia Dongchen shouted sharply.

However, as soon as his voice fell, a terrifying coercion came and threw him directly from the dragon chair.

“Thirteen Ancestors!”

Feeling the pressure, Xia Qiuhan hurriedly bowed and saluted.

“Hmph, it’s really shameful. If you don’t accept Qiuhan’s supervision of the country, you can challenge and prove yourself openly and take advantage of the danger. What face do you have to meet the ancestors?”

Next to the dragon chair, the figure of the thirteen ancestors slowly emerged.

Seeing the thirteen ancestors, Xia Dongchen also quickly got up from the ground.

“Thirteenth Ancestor, I…”

“Don’t say it, since today, you will be in the Mansion Closed Door Training, don’t open up the gods, don’t think of it!”

The thirteenth ancestor gave him a coldly look before turning his gaze to Xia Qiuhan, urgently.

“What is going on with the Tianji Pavilion you mentioned earlier? Why do you know the whereabouts of the chalcedony in the heart of the earth?”

“Back to the thirteen ancestors…”

Immediately, Xia Qiuhan recounted the appearance of the Secret Secret List and his journey to the Secret Pavilion, only to conceal the fall of the Sword God.

The senior from Tianji Pavilion seemed unwilling to let her interfere with the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land.

Hearing this, the thirteen ancestors frowned.

“Peep the power of the secret? Can you even see through the soul domain?”

“What is the origin of this Tianji Pavilion?”

“Why have you never heard of the name of the Pavilion Master that day?”

Xia Qiuhan asked with cupped hands: “Thirteenth Ancestor, in that Crossing Soul Realm, there is indeed the dragon vein of my Great Xia Dynasty, but why does that dragon vein hate the dynasty so much?”

The Thirteenth Ancestor shook his head slightly: “The old man was also very surprised. I didn’t expect the incomplete dragon veins of my dynasty to appear in the Soul Crossing Realm.”

“The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, did he tell you anything?”

Xia Qiuhan shook his head.

The thirteen ancestors pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, “Qiu Han, you go to the Heavenly Secret Pavilion again to see if you can ask the source of the incomplete dragon veins in the Crossing Soul Realm!”

“If I could collect the incomplete dragon veins, it would be a great thing for my Daxia Dynasty!”

“If possible, see if the Lord of the Pavilion of the Day can be invited to the dynasty!”

Upon hearing this, Xia Qiuhan bowed and said: “Qiuhan takes the lead, but…”

“If you want to buy news in Tianji Pavilion, you need to pay for the equivalent items.”

The thirteen ancestors thought for a moment, flicked his fingers, and flew towards Xia Qiuhan with a folding fan, floating quietly in front of her.

On the folding fan, a strong Shengwei exudes, and the surrounding space is actually distorted.

“Holy… holy soldiers?!”

Aside, Xia Dongchen stared at the folding fan with fiery eyes.

“This is the old man beheading a sage captured by Devil Dao Sage. He should be able to buy and collect news about the broken dragon veins.”

“Thirteenth Ancestor, what kind of heavenly secret pavilion, spying on heavenly secret, sounds like a liar, you even took out the holy soldiers to give him?”

Xia Dongchen said very upset.

If you can give the Saint Soldier to own…

“Shut up!” The thirteen ancestors shouted angrily: “There are too many strange people and strange things in this world. If you don’t have a broad heart, you will never become the emperor!”

Xia Dongchen shrank his neck and closed his mouth quickly, but still disdainful in his heart.

“Qiu Han, you leave immediately, don’t delay!”

Xia Qiuhan put away the holy soldiers, bowed his cupped hands, took Xing Tian, ​​and rushed to Tianji Pavilion again.

Xia Dongchen also reluctantly left the Hall of Supreme Harmony, looking at Xia Qiuhan’s back, his face gloomy.

“Hmph, a woman, what qualifications do you have to become the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty!”

“Tianji Pavilion, this prince destroyed the Tianji Pavilion first, let’s see how you can complete the task of the thirteenth ancestor!”

Xia Dongchen snorted coldly, looked at the personal guard behind him, and said coldly:

“Let the two Sages go to the wasteland and level the pavilion of the day!”

“Yes!”

…

When Xia Qiuhan and Xia Dongchen left, Sacred Land, the Heavenly Sword of the Wild Region, finally ushered in a helper.

“Fu Heng Elder, are you alone?”

Heavenly Sword Holy Lord looked at the old man in front of him, a little worried.

“Isn’t one old man enough?”

Sage, known as Fu Heng, glanced at the Heavenly Sword Holy Lord, dissatisfied.

“On that day, the pavilion master of the machine pavilion, Sage can be killed, there is also a Sage puppet, I’m afraid it is…”

Heavenly Sword Holy Lord remembered the ancestor of the sword god, he could not help but reminded in a deep voice.

“The old man is proficient in formation. Isn’t the formation of King Sage not enough to destroy a small Tianji Pavilion?”

Fu Heng snorted coldly.

“The formation of King Sage!”

Heavenly Sword Holy Lord swallowed dryly and clenched his fists.

“Please Fu Heng Elder, avenge my ancestors!”