Chapter 131 The Purple Gold Years Condensation Dao Fruit [Emperor], here we go to the capital for eight thousand miles

Dali Country.

Zhaixing Tower.

Above the tall building, the breeze is gentle. This is an extremely huge pavilion. Above the tower, it is like a square, paved with white jade bricks and stones, and the guard guards on the edge are also white jade railings, with strange animals engraved on it.

In the center of the square, there is a small platform, on which is a bronze ancient tree that is dozens of meters tall.

At this moment, there was a friction sound from the wheels lightly crushing bricks and stones among the empty towers.

In the square, two figures were walking slowly, one was sitting upright in a shabby and simple wooden wheelchair, and the other was white-haired and white plum, wearing plain clothes, carrying a pair of pineapple wooden sword boxes.

Jianchi Palace is in Shu, and Dali Kingdom is located on the side of Shu, and it is connected with it.

The two places are very close together, and for some great practitioners who travel thousands of miles a day, this distance is naturally extremely convenient.

Zhao Huangting came out of Jianchi Palace with his sword. In just half a day, he arrived at the Zhaixing Tower of Dali Kingdom and met the legendary national master who supported Dali Kingdom without defeat.

The national teacher sat upright in a wheelchair, wearing a Confucian shirt, with long beards, and had a clear face, but his eyes seemed to be filled with endless starlight.

"Tell me, Zhao Huangting, you will not enter the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. As the royal family of the Great Zhao, you came to Dali Kingdom in person and chatted with me for three days. What do you want?"

The national teacher smiled helplessly.

But there was a little remembrance in his helplessness.

The relationship between him and Zhao Huangting can actually be traced back to his youth. At that time, they were all young, hiking through mountains and rivers.

He, Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe established a friendship at that time.

Unfortunately, after the national master was deposed by a king of hell in Hell's Mansion, he returned to Dali and had little contact with Zhao Huangting. Zhao Huangting also moved south for five hundred years because of the Great Zhao moving south.

Now, it is the reunion between the two, but Zhao Huangting came here in person.

"Lu Yishan, after so many years, your mouth is still so powerful. I, Zhao Huangting, are you like someone with such a strong purpose?" Zhao Huangting rolled his eyes and said.

Dali national teacher Lu Yishan stroked his beard and smiled.

"Similar."

Zhao Huangting yelled, not caring: "Then I'll just say it."

"Speak, I'll listen." Dali National Master Lu Yishan whispered, his words very soft.

He knew that this old friend had ignited the fire of Nirvana and had now reached the end of his life. He should probably agree to anything.

It can be regarded as a fate that happened to be together with the boy in the world.

"I know I have always wanted to revenge Hell Mansion, so I supported Dali Kingdom. However, the old Dali Emperor is dead. Now the newly succeeded Dali Emperor is very careful about you. Dali Kingdom is peaceful under your rule.

After many years, some people will forget the crisis after being peaceful for a long time. You should have felt something over the years. Do you think you still have hope of revenge on the Hell Mansion?"

Zhao Huangting looked at the stars in the sky and said.

National Master Lu Yishan also looked at Qiongtian. The stars seemed to be shining brightly in his eyes, and each one was clearly visible.

"There is no hope that we must create hope. Dali can still support it now...soon..."

Lu Yishan said softly.

However, Zhao Huangting interrupted his words: "Don't deceive yourself. Today's Dali Kingdom is simply unable to protect itself. Since you killed a snow wolf cavalry that conquered Dali Kingdom by killing a snow wolf cavalry in the Yuanmeng Empire, sooner or later, the Yuanmeng Emperor will be

It will destroy Dali Kingdom."

"You also know the situation in Dali. The deeper you control the Dali Kingdom now, the less likely it is to open your heart to you. Not everyone can trust you as infinitely as the eldest Dali Emperor."

National teacher Lu Yishan fell silent.

"so what?"

Lu Yishan looked at Zhao Huangting, and he heard something in Zhao Huangting's words.

"You said that everyone has a life star. If you look at it, you can see a lot of things, including the responsibility of being born into this world."

"Then I'll ask you to take a peek at the happy life star of my little friend."

Zhao Huangting smiled and said, "You can see it and you will understand what I mean."

National Master Lu Yishan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and pinched the seals. The entire Star Piercing Square instantly shone with stars.

However, before Lu Yishan could see the star of fate, he felt a sword light roaring up on the flat ground and crashing into the starry sky, causing every star to shake violently.

At this moment, Lu Yishan's eyes suddenly shrank.

Because, when this sword light hits into the starry sky, all the stars in the starry sky seem to be slightly shaking, and the migration of the fate stars means that everyone's fate has undergone different changes!

A sword light can cause such a change?

When Zhao Huangting saw this sword light, he felt a familiar aura from it.

"Ao Qingshan...this kid really did it."

Zhao Huangting was filled with emotion. He wore Qingshan for five hundred years and was naturally familiar with the breath of Qingshan sword weapon.

The aura of the green mountains in the sword light is very different, domineering, majestic, and proud forever...

However, he can still capture the familiar smell.

"The green mountains are so sharp that the sword light soars into the sky... It can cause the galaxy to turn and rush to the bulls."

"I am becoming more and more curious about the mystery hidden in the green mountains."

Zhao Huangting smiled.

He glanced at the Dali National Master: "Lu Yishan, think about what I told you."

"The Emperor of Yuanmeng has the dragon vein of the Middle Earth, gathers the supreme national fortune, and Dali can't resist it for long... This world needs the fire of stars, and the happiness of peace is the fire of stars, and the one who provokes this sword light is the fire of stars,

The fire of the river is languid."

Zhao Huangting said in a low voice.

After the words finished, the ox-shooting box he was carrying suddenly rushed out, turning into a dazzling silver light, wrapping up Zhao Huangting's figure, and instantly swept towards the direction of Jianchi Palace.

Up the Zhaixing Tower, return to peace.

Only Dali National Master Lu Yishan was still looking up at the night sky, looking at the changing and shifting stars in the sky, feeling intoxicated.

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Lin'an Prefecture.

Inside the imperial city of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

It's late at night and the lights are bright.

The Emperor of the Zhao family sat upright on a chair in the imperial study and was reviewing the memorials. All of the memorials were hymns about prosperity presented by the ministers from the states and counties in the territory of Zhao today.

The Great Zhao has moved south for 500 years, and its prosperity is obvious to all.

Even though he knew that there were many blood and sweat from the lower class people in this prosperity, the Emperor of the Zhao family didn't care, and what he needed to see was the prosperity of the Great Zhao.

Tong Diaosi stood quietly on the side of the Zhao family emperor, holding the lights for him, illuminating the light on the table.

Suddenly.

The emperor of the Zhao family looked at a memorial of praise, and the corners of his lips suddenly froze. He raised his head suddenly and turned his head to look at the night sky in the distance.

There seemed to be a sword light that brightened the entire night sky in an instant.

"Tongguan, have you felt it? That sword light..."

The Emperor of Zhao stood up, walked to the window step by step, and was silent for a long time, and said.

Tong Diaosi naturally caught a glimpse of the sword light at a glance.

But they were too far apart and didn't feel any terrible pressure. They said in disrespectfully: "Your Majesty, maybe it's the sword light released by a peerless sword cultivator with all his strength?"

When the Emperor of the Zhao family heard this, he was very dissatisfied with his answer.

The memorial that held it in his hands and sang praises for prosperity instantly turned into powder.

"That sword light... has the breath of an emperor, and... the sword light was born, and I felt a little palpitations inexplicably, and I felt that the whole national fortune of the Great Zhao seemed to be shaken."

The Emperor of Zhao took a deep breath and said.

Tong Diaosi heard this and his whole body was stiff, and he felt a little incredible: "Whose sword light can shake the fate of a country? Could it be that old sword saint in Jianchi Palace? But even if it is a tenth level practitioner, it is like

Only if the existence of the Yuan Meng Emperor inherited the position of emperor of a country could it affect the fate of the country, right?"

The emperor of the Zhao family looked extremely ugly.

A figure appeared in his mind. The figure was the young man in white who was slashing his palm with one sword and breaking his plan.

"Impossible..." The Emperor of the Zhao family shook his head.

Although Anle has broken through now, it is only five realms, not even a great practitioner. How can he threaten him?

"I, Zhao Tianyan, are the emperor... the emperor of the Zhao family!"

"The fate of the Great Zhao Kingdom is still very stable now. As long as I don't die, no one can shake it!"
To be continued...