Fantasy Prehistoric Supreme Through The Sky

Chapter 573: The emperor’s worship, shocking the world!

“Six hundred miles expedited and sent to the capital!”

Fan Xiangjie led a hundred thousand soldiers and horses to flee from Kunlun Mountain. On the way, he wrote a six hundred li expedited report to Song Zhezong about the Kunlun Mountain in detail.

He looked back at Kunlun Mountain, where the shadow was almost invisible. For some reason, the fear in his heart lingered like a shadow.

“Go!” Fan Xiangjie shuddered, not wanting to stay for a moment, and hurriedly rushed towards Tokyo Bianliang.

The Battle of Kunlun Mountain eventually spread to the Central Plains, but what was different from the past is that when the news spread throughout the Central Plains, the entire Central Plains was dead and silent, with no sound, not even a hint of doubt.

In the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, the sweeping monk looked at the two pairs of eyes among the two shadows, his face piled up with melancholy, and his brows trembled slightly, as if he had expected something, but now that the news came, it just verified what he was thinking. .

“Shaolin… Shaolin…” The sweeping monk shook his head and slowly left, leaving only the setting sun on the top floor, and two pairs of eyes with each other’s fear.

One of them said lightly, “Your good son, actually took refuge in Tongtian!”

“If not? Just like you, let your son die under Tongtian?” the other person retorted.

“The sky and the world are too deep, it’s not the immortal way.” The man continued.

“Xianrendao? You look down on him too much.”

As the voice fell, I saw a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the shadow on the top floor. They were a pair of hands full of scars. At this moment, they slowly stretched out into the afterglow, and those eyes saw a smile on the palm of the hand.

Then only heard a laugh from the top floor, “There are talents from generation to generation, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years!”

The court of Song Dynasty, Tokyo Bianliang!

Song Zhezong sat paralyzed on the dragon chair for a long time, unable to speak, the civil and military officials below had already bowed to the ground, and the atmosphere did not dare to make a sound.

Song Zhezong held a memorial newspaper in his hand. It was the Kunlun memorial newspaper that Fan Xiangjie rushed back to Tokyo for six hundred miles. It described in detail Tongtian’s words and deeds on Kunlun Mountain.

Moreover, Song Zhezong has also received news that Duan Yudong has entered the Central Plains to preach.

“He wants to sit on the dragon chair!” Song Zhezong suddenly yelled, stood up and reported that the melodrama was still in the Great Hall, “Say! You guys! Why can such a rebellious person live to this day!”

Song Zhezong has completely collapsed. Fan Xiangjie’s one hundred thousand army did not dare to escape in a hurry in front of him. The four great monks of Shaolin Sect died under his hands. What could stop him?

What else? !

The emperor was always just a common man, and the menacing Master Tongtian had no resistance at all, and the army of the court was like a child’s play in front of Tongtian. What else could he do?

“Proclaim the decree, I want to personally visit the Master Tongtian!” After a while, Song Zhezong on the dragon chair finally shook his head and sighed, his face full of fatigue.

The news came out, shocking the world!

The emperor wants to meet the leader of Tongtian himself!

The emperor of Song Dynasty actually bowed to his knees and saw the leader of Yijiao!

Tongtian is too heaven-defying!

Compared to the previous silence, this news was like a meteorite falling into the sea, causing a majestic wave to instantly sweep the entire Central Plains Martial Forest.

Everyone knows that Song Zhezong has never interfered in the Martial Forest, but now he has to visit the leader of Tongtian in person. The key is the word “visit”, which is equivalent to Song Zhezong’s recognition that Tongtian is more respected than his status!

Central Plains Martial Forest, the streets and alleys, whether it is ordinary people or Rivers and Lakes knights, what they are talking about at a time is a dialogue between the two kings.

It’s just that everyone understands that Song Zhezong, the emperor, may not be considered a king in Tongtian’s eyes.

And what about Tongtian?

He is not a king, and in the words of Jiujiao, he is just a Taoist who has entered the world and practiced.

Just when Song Zhezong was about to set off to visit the Kunlun Mountain to see Tongtian, Duan Yu had already arrived in the capital.

Duan Yu’s identity is the chief disciple of the Lord Tongtian. When he entered the capital, the whole city was celebrating and the city was boiling.

“Please, Duan Yu, the great disciple of Tongtian Guru Master, enter the Palace Miansheng!” Even though Song Zhezong used the word “please”, he still couldn’t let go of the face of the emperor. There is still a fluke in his heart.

The BMW Xiangche walked slowly, dancing fish and dragons along the road, singing ripplingly, Duan Yu experienced for the first time what a row of noodles is, and it was a row of noodles!

The main reason is that under the leadership of Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun, Dali State has always regarded diligence and thrift as the foundation of governing the country.

But now that the title of the chief disciple of the Master of Tongtian is hung, Duan Yu finally has a deep feeling for the big row of noodles.

“This is a paradise on earth!” Looking at the red wine and green ying, singing and swallow dancing along the street, Duan Yu gave birth to a place for the first time, but he knew in his heart that this was just one of the thousands of worlds in the master’s heart.

Behind him, thousands of disciples slowly followed, and a group of people stopped in front of the palace, but in the distance, there were no hundreds of people onlookers, and the atmosphere was unusually lively.

“Your Majesty has a purpose, the chief of the road can enter by car!” The chief of the inner court screamed while standing in front of the palace gate.

“This emperor is so sensible!”