Wei Yuan sighed in his heart. When he said those words, he expected that Emperor Yuan Jing would send Xu Qi'an, but for the sake of great favor, he still said those words even though he knew it would be like this.
The sudden death of King Huai has left the situation in the north unclear. Is Xu Qi'an's departure a blessing or a curse?
A little while before the Dafeng court was shaken by the death of King Huai, on the wall of a certain courtyard, an orange cat was waving its tail and lazily basking in the sun.
Suddenly, the orange cat seemed to have been stimulated by something, and jumped up suddenly, startling the dog below, and barked at the orange cat: "Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!"
"Meow (silly dog, don't bark)!" The orange cat stretched out its paw, and the dog's mouth was immediately blocked by something, making it unable to make any sound.
The orange cat looked towards the north, with human solemnity and horror on his furry face. He felt that his evil clone was gone, and it disappeared suddenly, as if it had been wiped out from the world.
Someone solved the evil clone for him?
His evil clone is at the pinnacle of the second level, who has the ability to solve it?
Jian Zheng, the old immortal from the Wushen Sect, or the old bastard from Tianzong who has lost his humanity? Or those bald donkeys in the West?
The orange cat pinched his fingers and calculated, searching for the cause and effect of the evil clone. In an instant, he saw a thin scholar standing above a city. He seemed to be curious about his gaze. The scholar looked back.
He glanced at it and said with a smile: "Ah, it turns out to be Taoist Priest Orange Cat!"
The orange cat immediately cut off the contact, but even if it was cut off, the horror in his heart was still unbearable, and the cat's body kept shaking. Was it the young scholar who killed his evil clone? Does he know himself? When did Confucianism produce such a respected master? p>
The young scholar's look fell into Orange Cat's heart, and Orange Cat found that he could never forget that look. The calm and smiling eyes seemed to be rooted in his soul.
‘Oops, I’ve been marked! But what kind of magical power is this?’
There was a human dignity in the orange cat's eyes. This mark was beyond his understanding. There was no trace of Taoism or spiritual energy fluctuations. It was burned into his consciousness.
This is Xu Qian's version of the "Steel Seal of Thought". His "Steel Seal of Thought" is a real "Steel Seal", like a soldering iron that, at a glance, is branded on other people's souls.
'This person is definitely a first-class strong man, you must tell Xu Qian and the others quickly!' The orange cat jumped off the wall worriedly, and disappeared under the confused eyes of the dog below.
North, Jingguo, on the mountain outside Jingshan City, an old man wearing a cloak and hood is sitting under a tree, looking at a group of sheep grazing on the grass not far away, just like an ordinary old sheep herder.
No two.
But not only is he not an ordinary old man, his status is also quite respected. He is a first-level great wizard of the Wushen Sect, one of the only first-level strong men in the world!
Suddenly, the old man looked at the towering and huge palace in Jingshan City. His figure was on the same spot for an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in a palace, staring at an extinguished lamp. The third-grade spiritual wisdom master Yin Erbu was dead.<
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"I remember that Yin Erbu was cooperating with that third-level martial arts brat from Dafeng. Something unexpected happened?" The old man recited an unpredictable incantation in his mouth, his eyes flashed with light, and he relied on the great wizard's ability to communicate with the mysterious, and replied
Ben Shuoyuan pursues the cause of Yin Erbu's death.
In the dim light, many pictures came into the old man's eyes. He saw a city and a young scholar standing in the sky above the city. Then he froze. The young man noticed him and looked over. "Bang", the picture shattered and was destroyed by tyrannical force. The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and then looked confused. What was he doing here? Why was he vomiting blood? Why can't he remember?
A short message emerged in his consciousness: Don't think about it, don't explore it.
The old man was shocked. Something did happen just now, but the Witch God used her power to stop it and told him not to think about it or explore it.
A thought came to the old man's mind: Could it be that even the Witch God found it difficult?
As soon as this thought came up, the old man quickly wiped it away, and used the secret method to meditate and forget about it, because the only things that can make the Witch God feel troublesome are existences at the same level as her...
That is no longer an area he can involve!
Xu Qian originally wanted to brand the old man, but while he was doing it, a force came in, arbitrarily erasing the old man's memory and forcibly cutting off contact.
"That power is the so-called witch god, right?" Xu Qian smiled, but didn't worry about it. If you don't get it, you won't get it. Sooner or later, we will meet again.
But when he saw the disintegrated corpse in the sky in Chuzhou City, Que Yongxiu trembled all over, and there was only one thought left in his mind: That monster killed King Huai, how dare he, how dare he?
Xu Qian lowered his gaze, and invisible ripples swept across the entire Chuzhou city. Que Yongxiu and many of the great soldiers in the city were all disintegrated, their bodies turned into nourishment, and their souls turned into information.
After killing these people, Xu Qian looked at the simple bronze sword. The Zhenguo Divine Sword, which condensed Da Feng's luck, was trembling at the moment. The sword had spirit. Although he did not feel the majestic Qi from this person, the Zhenguo Divine Sword was still alive.
Guo Jian knows that this person is extremely terrifying and is absolutely capable of destroying it.
Therefore, even when the figure is killed, it seems to have a chance to escape, but it still does not dare to escape.
Xu Qian waved his hand and the sword fell into his hand. He picked it up and looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "It's really interesting. How does consciousness arise?"
That gaze made the sword tremble even more, and it felt that the monster would split and disintegrate in the next moment. At this moment, a voice came: "Fellow Taoist, can you give it to me?"
Xu Qian looked up and saw an old man with white clothes and white hair, who looked like a fairy standing not far away, looking at him.
Feeling the arrival of the old man, Zhenguo Sword seemed to have seen a savior, and it shook even more violently. Xu Qian raised his hand and slapped him, causing cracks in the sword body, as if it would break at any time.
Seeing Xu Qian treat the Zhenguo Sword like this, the old man said helplessly: "It's just an artifact. Why should fellow Taoists treat it like this?"
After saying this, the old man looked at Xu Qian and said: "I just met a little friend from another world before, and I didn't expect to see fellow Taoist here again today. However, the strength of fellow Taoist is comparable to that little friend.
It’s too high, but I don’t know why you are here?”
From Xu Qian, the old man saw the same essence as the way of heaven, and unlike him, this person's essence was even grander than his, but it was not as refined in some aspects, but from this person, the old man could feel
It can destroy him. It is obviously not as powerful as him, so why can it destroy him?
Xu Qian defeated the Zhenguo Sword, looked at the old man, and said with a smile: "Are you asking this as a great eunuch, or are you asking on behalf of the heavenly law of this planet?"
This person knows his identity. Even the boy named Xu doesn't know. How could he know?
This old man who talks to Xu Qian like a man among gods is none other than Da Fengjian Zheng, and he is also the incarnation of the heavenly law on this planet!