Four Hundred and Fortieth Nine Chapters 1 Shocked the World

The Imperial City of Shendu, the Evergreen Palace, in the study.

The current emperor Liu Yan, stroke by stroke, kept swiping ink.

The footsteps of the regular servants seemed very impatient and came over.

Liu Yan instinctively stopped, put down the brush, and looked at the door of the study.

Before entering the study, the permanent servant knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, the spies report back, the seven major factions have all been swept by the Demon Heaven Pavilion, and they have no power to resist."

Liu Yan originally thought that it was a win-win situation. No matter how strong Ji Laomo was, it would be difficult for him to withstand so many masters. Chang Yan, the ancestor of the Duanlin School, fought for his life, and it was not a problem to seriously injure him.

The remaining Motian Pavilion disciples are nothing to be afraid of.

In this way, the biggest threat to the royal family disappeared.

But what does it mean to have no resistance?

Liu Yan frowned and said solemnly, "Say it again."

The voice of the permanent attendant was trembling: "The spy reported that the seven major factions, oh no, the eight major factions, including Yunzong, were all swept by the Demon Heaven Pavilion and had no resistance."

After he finished speaking, he almost cried, for fear that Liu Yan would shoot a palm print and make his head blossom. This was not the first time such a scene had appeared. It seemed that the previous internal servant had died like this.

The companion of the king is like the companion of the tiger, which has been the case since ancient times.

On the surface, Liu Yan was calm and calm, but once it erupted, it was unimaginable.

"Why? Si Wuya and Yu Zhenghai have gone back?" Liu Yan speculated that this was the only possibility.

The waiter swallowed his saliva, brewing a sentence for a long time, and repeated the words hundreds of times before he came, and said: "Ji Lao Mo, has been promoted to Jiu Ye!"

This time, Liu Yan did not let him repeat.

Liu Yan fell into a sluggish state, as if his soul had been taken away.

The library seemed very quiet.

Depressed to the point where the air became heavy.

Breathing is also difficult.

The inner clerk didn't dare to speak, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

I don't know how long it took before Liu Yan said, "How is the current situation of Slaying the Golden Lotus?"

"Go back to your Majesty, Your Majesty... Now, ten people have survived. One of them, one, has begun to try to reopen the leaves."

"Okay." Liu Yan returned to the study, extremely restrained his emotions, and said calmly, "How is the battle in Liangzhou?"

"The Rou Li and the Nether Sect have fought hard. Yu Zhenghai has already left for Liangzhou. In a short period of time, I'm afraid there will be no chance to make waves." Nei Changshi said these words very smoothly.

When the words fall.

Liu Yan picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the rice paper: Yitong... The last stroke of the word "tong" was pointed upwards with a hook—

call out!

The word "Tong" seems to be alive,

The golden light was wrapped in ink and printed in seal script, and flew towards the inner servant at the door.

It passed through his head in the blink of an eye.

Liu Yan didn't look at the Servant, only heard the sound of crushing fruit in his ears, and continued to fill in the remaining two words "Wanzu".

After writing the four characters of "Unifying Ten Thousand Clans", he put down the pen.

He said without emotion: "Carry it down."

"Here."

Inner Changshi's head was blossomed, and his eyes were wide open.

He didn't understand until he died, why Liu Yan suddenly shot and killed himself.

Yu Zhenghai's Nether Religion has caused chaos in Kyushu. Shouldn't this kind of thing be his Liu Yan's shame?

...

Shendu is the most prosperous city in Dayan.

It is also the most well-informed place.

Liu Yan was the first to know, not surprising.

But there is no airtight wall under the sky, and it is even more impossible to cover up such a war.

Soon, the news of the promotion of Jiuye as the pavilion master of Motian Pavilion spread all over Shendu, and then radiated to Kyushu with Shendu as the center.

For a time, Motian Pavilion shocked the world!

God Capital, in a certain station.

Several practitioners drank wine and talked at the same time.

"From now on, the Motian Pavilion will become the largest force in the world, who would dare to refuse?"

"As expected of a place I worship, if one day, I can worship in the Motian Pavilion, even if I live less than ten years, I would be happy."

"Put it down... You are talented, it's not necessary to sweep the floor with tea."

The crowd laughed.

The tone of the practitioners became very fast. Those who originally supported Motian Pavilion naturally became more supportive and fanatical. Those who originally opposed the magic way were all silent overnight.

At this time, a handsome man asked:

"Dare to ask your Excellency, are there really nine leaves?"

"Brother, at first glance you are an outsider, the patriarch of Motian Pavilion, Jiu Ye is undoubtedly!"

"Cut off the golden lotus?"

"It is estimated that there is no... The method of slashing the golden lotus practice has just come out, and there are very few who can survive. Ye Ninglian has to be reopened. So... I suspect that the old man must have another way."

Someone nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, cutting the golden lotus is just one of the methods. I heard people say that some sects are studying to step into the primordial spirit without opening the golden lotus from the very beginning, but directly opening the leaves... Some people use medicine to restrain the golden lotus, and there are more and more methods."

The practitioners nodded.

The handsome man smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

He stood up and was about to leave.

The second at the inn stopped and said, "Hello, there is a total of two cents for tea."

The man was stunned for a moment, touched his pocket, and said helplessly: "I'm sorry for the inconvenience today, I will pay it back tomorrow."

"Ah? Guest officer, so many people are watching, we are also a small business..." Xiao Er said embarrassingly.

The man touched his body again, but it was still empty... A penny beats a heroic man, and now it seems to be the case.

The little Er saw the sword on him and said, "Why don't you put the sword here?"

Mentioning the sword, the practitioners around looked at it.

Anyone with a bit of eyesight knows that this is a good sword.

They also know what a sword means to a swordsman.

How could the swordsman let the sword leave his side?

"I'll pay for his money." An elegant woman appeared beside the inn and threw out two cents.

The man glanced at her and said, "Thank you."

It is shabby enough for a cultivator to be reduced to being rescued by a woman, just when everyone feels ashamed for him.

The woman suddenly bowed her body and said sincerely, "Please Mr. Er accept me as a disciple."

"..." Everyone was stunned.

The man looked mild and said, "Sorry, I don't accept apprentices."

The woman hurriedly came to the front, spread her arms, and said excitedly: "Little girl Qin Ruobing, since she was a child, she has longed for the Magic Heaven Pavilion, and I implore Mr. Er to accept me as a disciple!"

With that, she knelt down in public.

Everyone was taken aback.

"I remembered, she is the daughter of King Qi Qin Jun!"

"It's her? That one..."

Yes, he is the second disciple of Motian Pavilion, Yu Shangrong, who has been flying back from Wuxian Mountain.

When passing through the city of God, stop and rest.

Whoa!

All the practitioners immediately fell to the ground, shivering.

The little one was even more frightened.

After thinking about it, he mustered up his courage, took out the two pennies he just received, and came to the man excitedly and scared, saying incoherently:

"Small...Yes, I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai! Please...Please...Please..."

"You deserve it." Yu Shangrong smiled lightly.

"Should... ought... worthy." Little Er was greatly surprised, but he did not expect Mr. He Motiange Er to be so approachable.

Other practitioners couldn't believe it.

Yu Shangrong kept smiling and patted Xiao Er on the shoulder.

Then he looked at Qin Ruobing and said, "The journey of cultivation is difficult and dangerous. You are born rich and not suitable for cultivation."

"Two, Mr. Two."

bass!

Longevity sword unsheathed.

Under the sunlight, the blade glowed with reddish brilliance, with obvious features.

The inn is a well-informed and well-informed place, and the practitioners inside looked at the longevity sword suspended in front of him in horror.

"It is indeed him! Sword Demon Yu Shangrong!"

"He didn't die?!"

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