The capital city of Bianliang was completely in chaos, and a big hole was poked in the city defense formation. Even if a saint took action, the terrifying edge would still be frightening, frightening millions of people around him.
Fortunately, the old sacrificial wine was a Confucian saint, and reading a piece of holy scriptures calmed the frightened mind, but the old face was as gloomy as dripping water.
Sisters turn against each other, and a daughter rebels against her father and master. This is already a violation of human ethics and has entered the devil's path!
Even if Li Qingge is the best swordsman in the world, his reputation has been damaged. Even if no one dares to say it openly, the discussion of this drama of human relations will never stop secretly.
Especially in the troubled times of the Demon Tribulation, the most powerful man recognized by the human race was unexpectedly scolded by his own daughter as "deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, and being unlucky and unlucky." The turmoil caused was definitely not small.
But the troublesome thing is that this matter is not over yet.
Hooray!
A woman walked out of the third phoenix chariot. With a wave of her hand, the clouds dispersed. She was wearing an emerald jade dress without a silk garland. Only a flower basket was slung in her arms. Her beautiful oval face was calm and indifferent.
Xu Qiulan, a peasant saint, is obviously not ready to marry into the Zhao Song royal family!
"Qiu Lan, what are you doing? Why don't you get dressed quickly? Are there any rules?"
An old man scolded in a low voice.
"From now on, I will withdraw from the farm family. I am no longer the daughter of the Xu family. What I do has nothing to do with the Xu family of the farm family!"
Xu Qiulan's expression was indifferent, her pretty face turned pale suddenly, her lips parted, and she spat out a cloud of blood mist. Her delicate body swayed and she almost fell to the ground.
Boom!
In the midst of the uproar, thunder fell from the sky, the power of heaven was like a prison, and the holy wrath manifested. This man actually cut off his bloodline and was not protected by the holy shadow.
"I have rebelled against you. You can also disobey the ancestor's decision? Quickly capture this disrespectful and rebellious woman and take her to the East Palace!"
The old man had a cold look on his face and said in a cold voice.
Whoosh!
Several figures rushed up, trying to suppress this farce before attracting more people's attention. However, they rushed back faster and retreated faster, and each one vomited blood and flew back.
Bang bang bang!
Amidst the continuous muffled sounds, one after another green golden figures stood proudly, densely packed with no less than a thousand people, guarding Xu Qiulan inside.
"Throwing beans makes an army!"
"Taoist magical powers!"
"This girl has extraordinary talent. The Nong Sheng actually wants to marry her into the royal family. Why are you here?"
Amidst the uproar, there were many exclamations. Apparently there were many experienced people who recognized the origin of this magical power.
"Nie Zhan, I will kill you, the rebellious girl who has brought shame to our family!"
The old man was so angry that he stood up, raised his hand, and smashed down the stick with a crash.
In the roaring sonic boom, it was as if the shadows of the mountains had gathered together and merged into the shadow of the stick. With the force of thunder, it struck Xu Qiulan's head without mercy, clearly showing murderous intent.
"Hmph, how dare you, a person who bullies subordinates and flatters superiors, to speak nonsense here?"
Xu Qiulan's willow eyebrows stood upright, and although her breath was unusually unstable, she pushed the flower basket out lightly, and not even a single one of the thousands of jade-gold bean soldiers around him made a move.
Bang!
During the muffled sound, the old man's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were full of shock. The shadow of the stick exploded violently upwards, but the man stepped back from the explosion. As a half-saint of the second realm, he could not withstand the loss of the saint.
Xu Qiulan, protected by the power of Yin, struck.
"Impossible, you...you..."
The old man was stunned and couldn't believe it at all.
"Although that man is a farmer sage, he is not the ancestor of the Xu family. My ancestor is an ancient sage. How can you deceive each other with lies?"
Xu Qiulan completely lost the quiet, elegant and uncontested peasant girl demeanor of the past. At this time, she was like a female general fighting on the battlefield, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.
boom!
Before he finished speaking, an even more terrifying aura rushed straight into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and turned into a spiritual platform like a vast garden, with layers upon layers inside and outside, filled with countless exotic flowers and plants!
"Half Holy Spirit Platform!"
"How could it be possible to achieve the Semi-Holy Spirit Platform so easily?"
"What kind of spiritual platform is this? Why do I feel an unusually terrifying pressure? Is it the legendary Dao Yun spiritual platform?"
When the uproar resumed, anyone with any knowledge was shocked and inexplicable.
"The future life is terrible!"
I don't know which of the big guys watching the ceremony sighed.
"snort!"
Xu Qiulan stared coldly, standing proudly in the air, taking a half-sage step, raising his bare hands, and thousands of bean soldiers turned into beams of light and fell into the flower basket. He moved lightly with lotus steps and was about to leave.
"Since my sister doesn't want to get married, why did she agree to it in the first place? Shuhang is one of the best men in the world, why can't I compensate you? Where will you put him by doing this?"
With a faint sigh, a beautiful figure in red robe floated out, standing on the second phoenix chariot, still wearing a phoenix crown and harem, and a bead curtain covering her face, but everyone knew that this girl was the princess of Huanglong Palace, the direct descendant of the Golden Saint
Nvjin Liuli!
"Sister? If sister cares about the relationship between sisters, she will not plot against me. If Zhao Shuhang is a gentleman, then the demon clan should become a vegetarian!"
Xu Qiulan coolly exposed himself, fluttered his sleeves and flew into the sky. He didn't care about the ripples caused by his words, and headed straight for the crack that had not yet been healed.
"Killing people is a heart-wrenching act. If my sister wants to leave, why should she ruin Shuhang's reputation?"
Jin Liuli's voice turned cold, as if she was quite unhappy, and there was a sharp edge in her hands.
"You are no match for me, and I will not kill you. The person who kills you will find you soon!"
Xu Qiulan didn't even look back, seemingly not caring about this semi-saint demon princess who had become enlightened ten years ago, and walked away.
Everyone was stunned, and most of them were in shock and disbelief. A wedding, they never expected such a shocking turn.
Zhao Shuhang, who was supposed to be at the peak of his life, no one knew what condition he was in now, but looking at the miserable situation of the Zhao family members, one could even think on one’s knees that he would definitely not be much better.
But the most eye-catching thing is why the legendary old priest of Jixia Academy, a great master of the Holy Realm, did nothing except prevent the collision of the two holy swords.
"Let's drive!"
Jin Liuli silently looked up at the sky. After all, he did not take action. He ducked down and re-entered the phoenix chariot.
No matter what, she had to complete the wedding, even if she didn't know whether the wedding should go ahead.
But after the wedding procession traveled thousands of feet again, it suddenly stopped, because Jin Liuli left the Fengchaan again, and entered the depths of the palace alone under the eyes of countless astonished eyes. He never appeared again at the bottom of the deep pool.
The three brides left one after another, and naturally the wedding could not be completed.
Although there was still a ceremony for the crown prince's canonization, the astonishing scene before and the ghostly black smoke that had not completely receded yet stimulated everyone's minds.
Zhao Shuhang is finished!
With the secret blood curse in his body, even if his talent is extraordinary, there is still hope of becoming a saint, but it is so slim that it is almost negligible!
In this way, the Holy Temples will never give him the greatest support. Even if he is still the Holy Son, the outcome will be nothing more than sacrificing his life for charity at a certain important moment and leaving a mark in history.
But how is it different from chess pieces?
Of course, if Zhao Shuhang has enough opportunities, he may not be able to go against the will of heaven, become a saint, break the curse, and return to the top!
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On this day, Lao Jijiu's body was stooped, like an octogenarian. His eyes were a little cloudier, and his expression was even more worried, with hints of fright, anger, and a hint of gloom.
On this day, in Zhenze Lake Shigu Academy, there was an old scholar with a sad face. His beard, which was already few, was broken. The feather fan that he usually cherished also had a trace of stain, and there were a few broken porcelain at his feet.
It seems that that is the purple clay pot that this old man cherishes most.
On this day, in the Taoist temple in Xianshan Mountain in the middle Tang Dynasty, there was a man with a towering head and a resolute face. He was completely different from the tall, middle-aged Taoist priest Quanzhen of Taoism. His eagle eyebrows wrinkled again and again.
Behind him, there were two young men. Although one was handsome and handsome, he had a sad face and seemed to be persuading something, while the other was indifferent and carefree.
On this day, there were huge earthquakes and roars in the peaks of the Taihang Mountains. It was like an earth dragon turning over, but in the ears of the great master of the Holy Land of China, it was a joyful and wanton laughter.
On this day, among the peaks of Songshan Mountain, there was an inconspicuous ruined temple on the top of the mountain. The sound of bells was melodious, like fairy music, thought-provoking, and even more like the recitation of mysterious scriptures, and the sound of Lang Lang spread throughout the sky.
One by one, seemingly unrelated anecdotes that no one even knew about happened quietly.
Just because, there is a person who looks like a chess piece, but travels outside the chessboard. He is not black and white. He uses the mantis' arm as a rook, overturns the chessboard, and walks away!
On this day, countless people are destined to have sleepless nights!
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"Mom, it hurts so much!"
Within the Pearl of Mountains and Seas, in a small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, a little girl like a bean sprout curled up into a ball, nestled in the arms of a red lotus, her little face wrinkled into a ball, and her little body seemed to be fished out of hot water.
It was frighteningly hot, and the whole body was wet and steaming.
What is particularly terrifying is that the lines that look like roots and blood vessels appear and disappear, intertwining into a strange and frightening pattern on the small body.
The pattern and the black runes that came from nowhere were entangled with each other, and they were both annihilated and then reappeared, over and over again, making the little girl extremely uncomfortable.
"What's going on? What kind of power is this? It can't even suppress Hua Ji's holy blood?"
Hong Lian's pretty face was pale, her lips were bleeding from biting her lips, she was extremely distressed, but there was nothing she could do.
Even though he was the pinnacle grand master and betrayed Baihua Palace, he did not hesitate to use his condensed Hua Ji bloodline to seal the little girl's aura to block the Holy Realm's ability to capture the aura.
But now, even Hua Ji's true blood, which has unpredictable power, can't eliminate this sudden and strange force.
"No, procrastinating like this is not the way to go. We must find the young master as soon as possible!"
Hong Lian gritted her teeth and fired several communication talismans one after another, and used several special sealing talismans to activate the power of the special talismans and ban the little girl at the expense of her own essence, blood, and life essence.
But what frightened her was that something happened to her omnipotent young master. After returning, he directly entered the origin of the Jie Zhu space, and no one could disturb him.
What made her even more desperate was the answer she got from asking several monsters living here.
Even though she betrayed the Secret Blood Curse of the Hundred Flowers Palace, her inheritance was still extraordinary. How could she not know how terrifying this spell was?
Fortunately, a hundred emperors worked together, and three evil evildoers spared no effort to suppress the destruction of the little girl by the spell explosion!