During the time when Yang Fan's golden body of Buddha left, a huge complex of buildings had been built here to serve as the official palace for the regent of the Qing Dynasty.
The southern peninsula is also undergoing extensive construction work, turning it into a huge war fortress, overlooking Japan from across the sea!
The person in charge of the southern peninsula project was Liu Xuan.
Since the peninsula has been turned into scorched earth, without the support of earth energy, it can even vaguely turn into a place isolated from spiritual opportunities. Even if the heaven and earth have the ability to repair, it will take thousands of years to recover from this situation.
However, for Liu Xuan, whose ancestor was a master of fate, a strong man who was proficient in migrating dragon veins and changing fate, it was not impossible for him to transform such an area.
It's just that the method was a little too harsh.
"After this round, I'm afraid my life span will be cut in half!"
Liu Xuan shook his head and sighed. He stood high in the air, his deep gaze almost covering the entire southern peninsula. Reflected in his gaze, he could see a ravine winding like a long dragon.
It runs through the north and south of the peninsula, and it is difficult to see the bottom of the ditch with the naked eye.
It took such a long time, hundreds of thousands of Qing troops, the accompanying shamans and gods, and even the Storm Lord and Mr. Fan to complete the ravine.
And this is the dragon vein he is going to bury!
However, it is not a real dragon vein, but a creature of fate created out of nothing - a flesh-and-blood dragon vein made purely of flesh and blood.
As for the source of flesh and blood, it is none other than humans!
Living pile!
"In the ancient Qin Dynasty, there was a Great Wall made of flesh and blood. Today, although my flesh and blood dragon vein is not as good as it is, once it is activated, it can still protect the young master's Qinglong power from running wild here!"
Liu Xuan's eyes were filled with fierceness.
And this was also the back-up he left behind for the Qing Dynasty in the event of failure in its cross-sea expedition.
At this moment, he watched with his own eyes as the Qing army filled the prison with a steady stream of felon prisoners from the Qing realm. These prisoners were cursing and wailing, and were pushed down alive and turned into a part of the flesh-and-blood dragon veins.
And this is the seventeenth batch.
Each batch exceeds one hundred thousand!
"There are some things that the young master cannot do, but I can."
"If you want to achieve great achievements for a long time, why should you fear that the sin is mine!"
Following Liu Xuan's whisper, the boiling blood rushed directly into the sky from the huge ravine that ran through the peninsula.
If you are from a high position, you can even faintly see the ravine underground, as if there is really a giant dragon of flesh and blood, slowly invading its own earth veins, and seems to be turning into a real flesh and blood earth veins!
"This guy named Liu is really a character!"
Far away in the Confucian Temple in Pyongyang, the incarnation of Zhu Xi's Confucian saint dimly lit up.
He looked far into the depths of the earth veins and sighed softly: "However, the world is difficult to bully. The dragon veins are the tentacles of the world. Whether they are killed or forged, it is a taboo!"
"What's more, you took so many people's lives. Although they all appear to be serious sinners, in the eyes of heaven and earth, are there really any differences between good and evil?"
"Not to mention, you still take the creatures from this region and use them in this foreign land! It is tantamount to taking away its resources and giving them to outsiders. What will happen to it?"
"Even if you return it later, do you really think it won't hold a grudge?"
There was a slight coldness in the corner of Zhu Zi's mouth, as if he was looking at a dead person.
The King of Korea Li Huo in the hall had been listening quietly. After Zhu Zi finished speaking, he hesitated and asked: "Sage, can you just sit back and watch the Qing Dynasty stay in the peninsula..."
"Why are you in such a hurry? Sooner or later the Qing Dynasty will go back."
Zhu Zi glanced at Li He lightly and said, "I will be your king of Korea with peace of mind. As long as I am still here, no one can shake the status of your Li family."
"Yes, saint."
Li He heard the impatience in Zhu Zi's words and quickly resigned respectfully.
However, when he retreated, the hands in his sleeves involuntarily tightened, willing to be his king of Korea? Now that the Qing Dynasty is stationed everywhere, his king is simply a puppet!
I thought that when he became a Confucian saint, everything would change, but it was completely different from what he imagined!
Then wouldn’t his role as a Confucian sage be in vain?
But at this moment, a figure with Buddha's light appeared quietly on the edge of the peninsula.
It was the silence that Lianyuan sent to the peninsula.
The moment he appeared, a black wind seemed to fall from mid-air and appeared in front of him. It was the Lord of Storms who was responsible for patrolling the borders of the entire peninsula!
"Japanese?"
The Storm Lord's eyes were cold and stern, and black whirlwinds passively swirled around him.
"The poor monk is Kongji from the Tiantai sect. On the order of the ancestor, he came to see the regent of the Qing Dynasty and asked this venerable god to recommend him."
Kongji clasped his hands together, showing quite humility.
"Want to see the Prince Regent?"
The Storm Lord's eyes flashed and he said calmly, "Then you can come with me!"
While he was speaking, a wisp of black wind was winding towards Kong Jie.
Kong Ji did not resist. He was swept by the black wind and instantly felt the changes in the surrounding space. Not long after, he appeared in front of a continuous and thick building complex.
It was the newly completed Regent's Palace.
"Just wait here!"
The Storm Lord glanced at Kong Jie and walked directly to the palace.
Standing there, Kongji could faintly feel that the palace was filled with a majestic and majestic aura, and the tyrannical energy and blood were like a flesh-and-blood sun!
There is a faint shadow of a blue and black dragon cruising in the sky.
"Is this the regent of the Qing Dynasty?"
Thoughts were swirling in Kongji's heart, and he just waited silently.
After a while, the Storm Lord came out: "You come with me!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked straight in, but Kongji didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly followed.
Soon, they arrived at the main hall of the palace.
"You go in!"
The Lord of the Storm stood at the door and gave Kong Ji a wink. Kong Ji could feel that the owner of the majestic aura was in the hall. He secretly calmed his breathing before walking in.
After entering, he didn't even dare to raise his head and fell to his knees on the ground.
"The young monk Kongji, worships His Majesty the Regent of the Qing Dynasty!"
"Empty silence?"
Yang Fan's true form occupies the main position, lowering his eyes and looking down, "Why are you here?"
Kongji didn't dare to hide anything and told what Lianyuan told him.
"The young monk Lianyuan, the founder, has always admired the Celestial State. However, another patriarch in the sect, Rong Xi, deliberately provoked a war and became the enemy of the Shangbang. Therefore, the young monk was specially sent to explain the reason."
"Stop talking nonsense, what does he want to do?"
Yang Fan asked calmly.
Kong Ji gritted his teeth and said, "The Patriarch Xiaoseng said that if His Majesty the Regent can help him get rid of Rong Xi, then he will promote an armistice and form a permanent alliance."
Yang Fan raised the corner of his mouth, would you like to form an alliance forever?