With the fame of the Qing Emperor spreading throughout the world, it caused an uproar in the world. However, even if it was a big news, it had nothing to do with oneself. After all, it was like the strong wind, whizzing away and settling in time without any more waves.
Kyoto, Protectorate of the Kingdom.
"Is there no news about Qin Changqing yet?" Xu Ming, Lord of Black and White, and Ning Ziyang sat together, filled with sandalwood, concentrating and meditating.
"No!" Ning Ziyang shook his head and sighed: "When he returned from Xinlun, he first arrived in Jingshui, and then disappeared. There was no information on the traffic, and even his parents didn't know where he went. Shen Xinxiu I’ve gone to Mo’s house several times to ask, but I’ve always been told that Mo’s family is traveling abroad.”
Xu Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly and looked at Ning Ziyang, "This Qing Emperor of China is really hard to make people worry about!"
He looked out the window, and before he knew it, the autumn wind was blowing. The cool breeze blew through the window, and the curls of green smoke were swaying, but with a faint chill.
"The Holy See of Light still seems to be taking no action. Is it possible that they have given up revenge on Qin Changqing?" Xu Ming's face was a little solemn. The Holy See of Light, this overseas behemoth, has put a lot of pressure on him recently.
Even with the Chinese military, the Holy See of Light did not dare to storm into China, but this calmness that was like still water made people even more uneasy. They didn't know what the Holy See of Light was brewing behind this apparent calm.
"There is no news. Except for the newly promoted Knights of the Round Table, the Holy See of Light is as usual." Ning Ziyang said, "However, there is a force that is ready to move recently. The Star Emperor has sent a message to let us be vigilant."
"Are you talking about the God-killer?" Xu Ming's face darkened, and he was quite afraid of the word God-killer.
Ning Ziyang nodded solemnly. There is the Olympus List in the world, and in China it is also called the List of Gods. However, the God-killer is not a single person, but an extremely secretive assassination organization in the world. Even China, even the Holy See of Light, and big forces like the Blood Monk are very afraid of the God-Slayer.
An organization that specializes in killing the powerful gods on the Olympus list. No one knows how many people exist in this organization. What can be known to the world is that in the past hundred years, those who died at the hands of the God-killers There are no less than twenty people on the Olympus list.
Among them, there are even existences of the world-destroying level.
"Could it be that the Holy See of Light spent a lot of money to let God Killer kill Qin Changqing?" Xu Ming's face was shocked and he slapped the table and stood up, "No wonder the Holy See of Light is so calm, these guys..."
His heart sank. If the God-killer really took action, then no matter how strong Qin Changqing was, he would probably fall into a desperate situation.
"Don't worry!" Ning Ziyang signaled Xu Ming to calm down, "In China, even the National Protectorate cannot find the shadow of the Qing Emperor, let alone the God Killer who has been entrenched overseas?"
Speaking of this, Ning Ziyang paused slightly.
"However, we must find him as soon as possible. If God Killer finds him, I'm afraid it will be a big war." Ning Ziyang's eyes flashed, "If Qing Emperor can enter the Protector's Mansion, he will be comparable to the three innates and stars." The pressure on the emperor will be much less."
Xu Ming nodded solemnly. The reason why they were so worried was to win over the Qing Emperor to join the Protectorate.
In today's China, even a grandmaster is a rare backbone. If the Qing Emperor who had just become a god dies, China will probably suffer another blow.
"It's a pity that this Qing Emperor has never had the slightest idea about the Protectorate." Xu Ming smiled bitterly.
Ning Ziyang shook his head slightly, but with a smile.
"No, it's just like that, that's why I value him!"
"If he doesn't have the word "country" in his heart, he can easily live in Linhai during the battle of Liaobian and the disaster of Haiqing. Why bother traveling thousands of miles away?
Ning Ziyang's words made Xu Ming startled slightly, and he felt a sudden realization, and there was a little more approval in his eyes.
Although they did not understand why the Qing Emperor did not join the Protectorate and only held the dispensable title of guest minister, this was more in line with their understanding of the Qing Emperor.
Not tested by humans!
Whether it is behavior, inheritance, or even words, it is difficult for them to think about it.
It was as if the other person was unlike anyone else in this world, hard to fathom and immeasurable.
The two looked at each other, and the words of the original palace master came to their minds.
"This person should not be alive today!"
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boom!
The thunder clouds are rolling like the roaring sea, and the thunder is like destroying the world.
It seems that the scene of the wrath of the sky that wants to destroy all living things is permeating a certain city in southern China, but the surrounding pedestrians have long been accustomed to it, and they have not even looked at the strange scene of countless thunder striking lightning rods on the surrounding high-rise buildings.
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The rain is pouring down and the thunder is like hell.
This city is famous in China, but it has never been a tourist attraction.
Thunder City!
This city is covered by thunder all year round. It can be said that the residents living in this city are the fewest among countless cities in China. Most of them are old and young, and all the young and old are out and about.
The highest mountain in Lei City, known as Lei Jiao Mountain, is covered with thunder and light.
There are very few people here all year round, but there are always thunderstorms here.
Even on this mountain, there is no vegetation, only the bare upper half of the mountain, which is already charred black like ink.
When the thunder descended, the top of the mountain was filled with thunder and light, as if there was a thunder god who could control the thunder making waves.
It is unimaginable for the world to imagine that there would be a human figure under this terrifying thunder that was as powerful as destroying the world.
At the very top of this mountain peak, on the tallest Lei Jiao Stone at the very top, there is a figure bathed in tears, like an old monk entering concentration.
Thunder landed, and wisps of thunder continued to impact his body, as if he was a lightning rod, enough to attract thousands of thunders.
An ordinary person, even the powerful man on the Olympus list known as the God of Thunder, would probably retreat in the face of such a thunder.
This person is none other than Qin Xuan.
He was bathed in thunder light, and if you look closely, you will find that all the thunder falling on the surface of his body seemed like a heavy rain falling on boulders, sliding over one after another, pouring down, and finally falling into his hands.
This is like the legendary magical power in Chinese mythology, which is invulnerable to all thunder.
And when the power of thunder that contained the aura of destruction flowed into Qin Xuan's hands, it seemed like fire burning rocks. Even though the thunder was terrifying, it was not enough to cause any damage to his hands.
On the other hand, his hands were like treasures, and the skin and flesh were like crystal. You could clearly see every blood vessel in his hands, every inch of flesh and blood, and even the flow of blood.
The most eye-catching thing is the deep purple hand bones and tendons on the hands. Each one is like a purple dragon, and every inch is like being made of thunder, exuding a terrifying aura.
No one knows how long Qin Xuan has been at the top of the Thunder City. Only through the occasional curses from the people in the Thunder City, did they know that the thunder in the Thunder City has been going on for several months without stopping. Even in the impression they are accustomed to,
This is also an incredible thing.
After a few days, the people of Leicheng finally seemed to realize that the thunder that lasted for several months seemed to have stopped.
The thunderclouds dissipated, revealing a clear sky and a shining sun. Countless people cheered and even held a banquet according to tradition.
Amidst the celebrations of singing and dancing, outside Leicheng, on a certain G55 car, several pairs of eyes suddenly opened and closed.
"The thunder has stopped!" A calm voice sounded, but what he said was not the Chinese language.
"Mission target confirmed, Reggio Mountain!"
His words were calm, but he seemed to be hiding murderous intent, and his pair of dark red pupils seemed like Shura in hell.
Quietly, there was no one inside the G55, and it parked empty on the edge of Leicheng.