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Chapter 825: Oriental Ottomu Qinglong

"Maybe we can also let Hua Tuo complete the construction of the innate model and compile a book of innate constitution.

After all, there are not so many innates everywhere, nor are there such a high frequency of innates being seriously injured for him to manipulate at will."

"Well, as long as you're happy."

"Is there anything else important?"

"There are still a few reports for you to review. There is only one that can be considered a big deal."

Tang Jiajun said aloud after flipping through the documents.

"Three parties have already come to Ning'an, but they were all stopped hundreds of miles away by General Staff Jia, and used the Sky Eye system to conduct warning attacks. They will not be able to approach Ning'an until three days later, which is tomorrow.

These three companies have submitted letters to formally visit and will arrive in Ning'an at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, a light flashed in Tang Jiajun's eyes, and a virtual projection formed in front of Fang Fan.

"The three families are Liu Bei's Qinglong, Kong Rong's Confucius, and Yuan Shu's... er, Emperor's Throne."

As Tang Jiajun spoke, the images in front of him were also sliding.

The first one is a golden Kowloon Emperor's throne.

The throne made of pure gold, the armrests and backrest formed by the interweaving of nine dragons, look extremely majestic.

In front of the throne, five golden dragons pull the throne with chains, and two golden dragons guard the left and right sides.

In addition, there was another picture of a military spirit sitting on the throne. Fang Fan could see clearly that it was Yuan Shu's enlarged form.

Fang Fan was simply speechless about this.

"Is Yuan Shu thinking that the emperor is crazy? He is not afraid of those old diehards who will hold a denouncement meeting against him."

"Well, maybe he really isn't afraid. After getting rid of the previously eroded chamber of commerce, he completely let himself go.

Although he did not claim the title of emperor in the territory, nor did he wear dragon robes, there was no taboo on using certain things in daily life.

And this is actually nothing. Although it is the throne of the emperor, the emperor is the sixth emperor, and he, ahem, is still the fifth emperor, so it is just a side ball."

"Okay, as long as he's happy."

Yuan Shu's Nine Dragons Emperor's throne passed by, and what was shown next was a sculpture. The bamboo slips and carving knife held in the sculpture's hands were particularly eye-catching.

Looking at this sculpture, Fang Fan looked up and down, and finally said with some doubts.

"Isn't this the statue of Confucius that Kong Rong built in the center of the city?"

"Yes, it's that one. Our people saw it rising from the ground.

When Kong Rong first built it, he didn't just build a statue to commemorate it, but he also planned to hide it from the outside world and create a heritage for the territory."

"No wonder, at first I felt that it was a bit strange to spend a huge amount of money to build a sculpture with Kong Rong's character. It turned out that the purpose was not simple.

It’s true that the more you put it on the surface, the less likely anyone will believe it.”

Tang Jiajun shrugged.

"This sculpture was shaped by the secret method he used to collect the belief and respect of Confucius from all beings in the sky, as well as the cultural atmosphere accumulated over thousands of years of Confucianism, famous universities, and ancient books. It has a very high energy level.

The bamboo slip in his hand is carved from the Book of Changes, and the carving knife is a Chunqiu pen. The specific function is unclear, but it is estimated that its power is extraordinary."

Fang Fan nodded with approval upon hearing this.

But what was revealed in the end was a true dragon, a five-clawed true dragon with scales as green as emeralds, and its majesty could be revealed even as a phantom, making it suffocating.

"Dongfang Yimu Qinglong?"

Fang Fan took a breath and spoke slowly, but after speaking, he squinted his eyes and took a closer look. There seemed to be something wrong with Qinglong's body and eyes.

"It seems a little stiff? Isn't this Qinglong alive?"

Tang Jiajun nodded.

"Yes, it's a blue dragon, but it's not a living blue dragon.

I don’t know where Liu Bei obtained a green dragon corpse.

The corpse does not rot, it still maintains vitality, and then it is revived and driven by unknown means, and now it stays hundreds of miles away."

"Pengxuan is so spacey that it's probably a mechanism technique."

Fang Fan said softly that the appearance of this blue dragon confirmed some of his ideas and also showed that Jia Xu's strategy was indeed effective.

Maybe it was just a guess before, but now Fang Fan is 90% sure that Liu Bei must have discovered the Pengxuan Space Cave.

The image in front of him disappeared, Tang Jiajun also closed the document and followed Fang Fan quietly.

Fang Fan was thinking as he walked. When he came to his senses, he suddenly found that he had reached the city wall. After thinking about it, he went up.

After testing several formation barriers, Fang Fan came to a bastion protruding outside the city wall and looked into the distance.

He seemed to be able to see a mechanical blue dragon hovering in the sky, and behind the blue dragon, a cave sky with ethereal immortality and flying white cranes loomed.

"Where is the true form of the Blue Emperor? In Mount Tai?

Is it within the Pengxuan Space Cave? Or is it within the treasure house of Zhongshan?

Or even been trained by Liu Bei?"

Fang Fan murmured and then came back to his senses.

"Does Wen He know about this?"

"General Staff Jia knew it right away. He also used the Sky Eye system to investigate for a long time, and let the dragon elephant, dragon wolf, dragon horse and other mutant beasts with strong true dragon blood join Huang Zhong, Li Yang and others who participated in the original battle with the black dragon.

The general confirmed it.

Finally, we came to the conclusion that this is a real dragon, Dongfang Yimu Qinglong, whose bloodline is no less than that of the black dragon."

"Okay, I get it."

Fang Fan had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and he stood there thinking for a while before walking down the city wall.

When he left the city wall, he suddenly looked back and frowned slightly.

In the distance, a fierce aura came over, making him a little confused.

The light in his eyes flashed, and the real dragon groaned softly. After seeing clearly, Fang Fan let out a light sigh and stopped again.

"We'll leave later."

Tang Jiajun naturally obeyed, but also looked into the distance with some curiosity.

What kind of character? It actually made the Lord a little curious?

As time slowly passed, Tang Jiajun also began to feel the sinister aura.

The moment the breath entered his range of perception, he was slightly startled.

"The aura is so strong, it feels even heavier than the evil aura of mutant beasts. Which army is it from?"

The evil spirit is generally created by the actual combat and killing experienced by soldiers.

Although it cannot be said with certainty that the stronger the evil spirit, the stronger the army will be.

But what can be said is that an army without evil spirits is definitely not strong.

Any elite and strong army has experienced hundreds of battles and has been eliminated from the ranks of the fittest from brutal wars again and again.

Every elite force is transformed in blood and fire, without exception.

"Just wait and see."

Fang Fan put his hands behind his back and said softly with a smile.

After a while, the army came into view, and the generals at the city gate shouted loudly.

The people will be divided into groups, with one person walking towards the main entrance alone, and the other troops heading towards the side door.

Only then did Tang Jiajun clearly see what this army looked like.

This army is dark green in color as a whole, and the armor all over its body is vine armor woven from old vines as thick as two fingers.

Each soldier is tall, thick-waisted, and round-armed. He exudes a fierce aura, and there are traces of dark red in the depressions of the vine armor. The combination of blood and dark green gives people a distinctive look.

Such a shock.

At this time, Tang Jiajun had a vague suspicion in his mind and turned his attention to the general who was walking towards the main gate.


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