Chapter 218 I think we should destroy Daxuan as soon as possible [First update, please give me a monthly ticket! ]

Xu Chu rode a black-maned horse and galloped in the snow.

It took a while to rush back to the capital from Akagi because of the wind and snow.

Xu Chu's expression was solemn. For the first time, he felt the terrifying power of Tan Tai Xuan.

He can bend and stretch, and endure what ordinary people cannot endure. How can Xu Chu not be afraid of such a person? He can even take out the immortal fate he has obtained calmly...

This is something that ordinary people cannot even compare to, a chance to become an immortal... it is a chance to reach the sky in one step.

Most people would be ecstatic if they got a chance to become an immortal, and would protect and worship it like a treasure. They would not give it up even if they died. After all, how many people shed blood and left their bodies coldly for the chance to become an immortal.

Therefore, Xu Chu was shocked by Tan Tai Xuan's courage.

Xu Chu rode his horse, looked at the towering Purple Gold Palace, and slowly exhaled.

He rode his horse into the capital, drove on the official road, and entered the imperial city.

In front of the Purple Gold Palace.

Overlord sat on the doorstep with his sword in hand, looking calmly at the snow in the distance. The heavy snow fluttered lightly like goose feathers, and Overlord had no idea what he was thinking.

Ever since he entered the imperial city, the Overlord has been in the Purple Gold Palace.

He did not go looking for Luo Mingsang. He pretended to be very busy and avoided Luo Mingsang.

Luo Mingsang did not come to see him either.

Overlord shook his head and rubbed his temple.

Xu Chu is back.

He quickly entered the imperial city and stepped into the Purple Gold Palace.

Seeing the Overlord sitting on the threshold, Xu Chu was startled. Didn't the Overlord prepare a banquet? This was a guess that Tan Tai Xuan would not return to the Purple Gold Palace.

"You're back?"

Overlord looked at Xu Chu and smiled.

Xu Chu bowed slightly and took out half of Tan Tai Xuan's golden dragon seal from his arms.

"Your Majesty, King Beixuan refused to attend the banquet. I heard that Your Majesty likes the Golden Dragon Seal, so King Beixuan asked me to hand the seal over to Your Majesty for appreciation."

Xu Chu said.

There didn't seem to be much surprise on Overlord's face.

With Mo Beike present, it is impossible for Tan Tai Xuan to attend the banquet.

However, he was actually a little surprised that Xu Chu actually brought back the Golden Dragon Seal. Tan Tai Xuan was actually willing to give it up? He took the seal from Xu Chu and held it in his hand. He felt warm. There was also a golden dragon engraved on the seal, but only half of it.

The Overlord took out the golden dragon seal that belonged to him.

Two by two put together.

The gap was very tight, and it was obvious that the two were originally one, but were divided into two by someone.

Dragon energy surged out from the Overlord's body, carrying with it the complete Golden Dragon Seal.

The golden dragon on it seemed to come alive.

But in the end... peace was restored.

"No?"

The Overlord opened the seal and frowned.

Is it because the other seal... doesn't belong to him? Overlord pondered.

"Your Majesty..."

Xu Chu was standing aside, hunched over, with a conflicted look on his face. He had something on his mind, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

"King Beixuan is a man who can bend and stretch. He is definitely not an ordinary person. Your Majesty needs to be careful of him."

Xu Chu said.

"I think it would be best to destroy the Great Xuan Nation before it becomes a powerful force."

Xu Chu said seriously.

He is really serious and solemn.

He was really a little afraid of Tan Tai Xuan.

If it was his own monarch, Xu Chu would be very happy, but... if it was the enemy's monarch, it would be like a nightmare lingering in his heart, making it impossible to sleep or eat.

The Overlord held the Golden Dragon Seal in his hand, his eyes flickering, and Xu Chu's words made him very moved.

However, he stared at the golden dragon seal and shook his head.

The appearance of this golden dragon seal is so strange. Is there someone controlling it behind the scenes?

If he really takes action to destroy the army of the Great Xuan Kingdom, will the person who created the Golden Dragon Seal take action?

Although it seems that it is easy for Overlord to kill Tan Tai Xuan and destroy Da Xuan.

But in reality, it is not that simple.

and……

There is also Tang Xiansheng.

Tang Xiansheng of Nanjun supports the Daxuan Kingdom. If Nanjun is combined with Daxuan, the Overlord will really be a little afraid.

Although Nanjun has not established itself as a country, it is not much different from a country.

In particular, Nanjun’s combat effectiveness is actually not weak, because Nanjun has Tang Yimo.

Originally, Overlord thought that after occupying the Imperial Capital, all the major families would attach themselves to him, but...

The major aristocratic families in each county are still taking a wait-and-see attitude towards Daxuan and Xiliang.

The wind and snow were blowing, and the heavy snow was fluttering like goose feathers.

The Overlord held two golden dragon seals and looked up at the sky.

Although the Great Zhou Dynasty was destroyed, the struggle in the world is becoming more and more intense.

…

The news of the end of the war between Dijing and Zhou soon spread to Nanjun.

Except for this news, of course.

Equally eye-catching was the news about Baiyujing. The Trial Tower... a place of opportunity that could help people break free from their shackles? Many cultivators in the martial arts world were stunned.

Compared with the disputes in the temple, the cultivators in the world are more concerned about things related to cultivation.

Baiyujing is obviously an authority, and the trial tower launched by Baiyujing now seems to be somewhat extraordinary.

Tang Yimo sat upright in the lobby.

Sima Qingshan was carrying a book box on his back, and behind him followed his cheap female apprentice, An Miaoyu.

"Brother Qingshan? Are you leaving?"

When Tang Yimo saw Sima Qingshan carrying a book box, he was startled and quickly stood up and said.

Sima Qingshan smiled and said, "All good things must come to an end. I should continue to travel the world. Just as Baiyujing Young Master Lu said, the art of painting...is mainly about perception. Only by traveling around the world and observing everything can you paint everything."

"Also, I am also very interested in the Trial Tower mentioned in Baiyujing's message to the world. I want to go there. I have reached a bottleneck in my practice recently, so it is a good opportunity to seek a breakthrough."

Sima Qingshan said.

After hearing this, Tang Yimo stopped trying to dissuade him.

The path Sima Qingshan took was indeed different from his ascetic practice. What was needed was perception. Perhaps a painting could allow Sima Qingshan to have an epiphany and his cultivation would soar to the sky.

Tang Yimo was also very interested in Baiyujing's trial tower.

Being able to help people break through shackles, I wonder if Tang Yimo’s shackles can be broken through with the help of the Trial Tower.

"Goodbye."

"Brother Tang, see you later."

Sima Qingshan bowed.

Behind him, An Miaoyu, wearing a red cloak, bowed slightly.

Afterwards, the two of them left the Tang Mansion side by side. An Miaoyu held an umbrella, and the drizzle was falling. The figures of the two disappeared in the misty rain.

Tang Yimo stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, thinking for a long time.

Sima Qingshan took An Miaoyu away from the Tang Mansion and walked out of Nanjiang City. They continued to head south.

Arrived in Nanjin City.

The city of Nanjin is as quiet and beautiful as ever, hazy in the rain. Even after experiencing countless wars, it remains the same.

This is a city full of years and stories.

An Miaoyu held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the mottled old city, like a strong man with scars all over his body, standing there.

"Is this Master's hometown?"

An Miaoyu pursed her red lips, feeling a little curious and expectant.

Sima Qingshan smiled nostalgically and entered Nanjin City with An Miaoyu. When the Nanfu soldiers guarding the gate saw Sima Qingshan, they immediately laughed. Of course they recognized Sima Qingshan.

After all, we once fought side by side.

After entering the city, many people greeted Sima Qingshan. The city of Nanjin seemed a bit depressed under the rain.

There were quite a few puddles on the bluestone road.

Sima Qingshan took An Miaoyu along the way. When they met some familiar faces, Sima Qingshan would greet them.

Some faces are still there, but some are no longer there.

The cruelty of war still releases its brutal power even after the war.

An Miaoyu followed Sima Qingshan quietly, neither hurried nor slow.

Sima Qingshan visited every corner of Nanjin City, where his memories are treasured.

Afterwards, he brought An Miaoyu to the back mountain, a place that was not too high but not too low, standing on the cliff, from which one could see the entire view of Nanjin City.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Even if you look up, you can see the vast battlefield outside the city of Southern Jin.

"Miao Yu, do you really not regret joining the Painting Sect?"

Sima Qingshan stood on the cliff, his blue shirt swaying in the wind mixed with rain.

He asked softly.

Following behind him, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wearing a red cloak, feeling the breeze and rain.

An Miaoyu's fair face seemed to be blown a little red.

“No regrets.”

"Painting Sect, very good."

Sima Qingshan smiled when he heard this.

He took out the scroll from the bookcase and suddenly unfolded it. The scroll floated in the air. He took the pen and An Miaoyu grinded it for him.

Sima Qingshan put his pen to paper, and his strokes fell like raindrops, with dots of ink smudged on the scroll.

Sima Qingshan looked at the city of Nanjin in the rain.

Continue painting.

What he painted was not the city of Nanjin, but a simple small building, standing quietly in the rain, with banana trees downstairs.

After painting.

Sima Qingshan was writing in front of the small building.

Paint a plaque.

There are four words written on the plaque: Painting Master·Mo Lou.

An Miaoyu only felt her eyes brighten, and Sima Qingshan chuckled.

The hand trembles.

The scroll kept shaking like brocade, making a rustling sound.

An Miaoyu discovered that on the ground at the back mountain, there stood a small dark-colored building.

"From today on, this will be the gate of my Huazong sect."

Sima Qingshan looked at An Miaoyu.

"Don't think it's shabby. After all... I am very poor, Master."

An Miaoyu immediately smiled.

"This picture is included in the scroll, and you will keep it from now on."

Sima Qingshan said.

He waved his hand.

The ink-colored building turned into a scroll again, and after it was rolled up, it was handed to An Miaoyu.

An Miaoyu took it, took out a cloth painting cover, stuffed the scroll into it, held the painting on her back, and smiled.

The two looked at each other in silence and went down the mountain.

A figure walked on the bluestone official road, which was dripping with rain.

"Master, where are we going next?"

"Miao Yu, have you heard of the world's number one cultivator force?"

"Bai Yujing?"

"Yes, next we will go to Baiyujing... to the Trial Tower."

"Okay."

…

Outside Beiluo City.

Two figures were trudging towards them on the endless snowfield.

Jiang Li wore a hat to block the flying snow, looked at Beiluo City which seemed to be shrouded in fairy air, and took a deep breath.

This is his first time in Beiluo City.

Chi Lian beside him was not unfamiliar with Beiluo City, after all, she had been there before.

The two of them left a long trail in the snowfield and soon arrived at the foot of Beiluo City.

Luo Cheng, who was guarding the city gate, was stunned when he saw Chi Lian and Jiang Li. He ordered people to open the city gate.

Jiang Li entered the city and saw the prosperous scene of Beiluo City for the first time.

In the city of Beiluo, the hustle and bustle of traffic, the hawkers’ cries, the aroma of food, etc. linger in the streets and alleys.

Jiang Li couldn't help but sigh, it was indeed a pure land where Baiyujing was located.

He gazed at the towering white jade tower that soared into the sky, feeling as if there was a terrible oppression that was about to shatter his mind.

He was somewhat shocked by the white jade tower.

Lu Fan sensed it the moment Jiang Li and Chi Lian entered the city.

Lu Fan did not ask Luo Cheng to bring Jiang Li to the island in the middle of the lake. Instead, he drank and set up the chess game by himself.

Jiang Li's arrival did not cause any ripples.

Maybe outside, he is a powerful military god, but in Beiluo City, Jiang Li is nothing special.

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and placed the chess piece on the board with the other.

There is power in him.

That's the chess position.

The layout of "The Human Game" is more difficult than the previous two games, as if all kinds of human life are played out in one game of chess.

A game of chess is over.

Lu Fan leaned back on the Thousand Blade Chair.

He held the bronze cup and drank the wine.

In the Trial Tower, everyone was practicing hard.

After finishing writing the Song of Righteousness, Kong Nanfei stepped into the Trial Tower. He still had the opportunity to gain enlightenment on the fifth level.

However, due to the particularity of Kong Nanfei's cultivation method, he is very likely to give up the derived attribute of spiritual energy. In fact, uprightness is a kind of attribute.

Instead, he skipped the process of comprehending the attributes of spiritual energy.

Therefore, Lu Fan was somewhat looking forward to whether Kong Nanfei could use this opportunity of enlightenment to break through to the Heaven Locking Realm.

Who will be the first practitioner to enter the Heaven Locking Realm? Lu Fan was quite looking forward to it.

Leaning on a wheelchair.

Looking at the snow flying in the sky, Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

His mind moved.

The system panel suddenly popped up in front of me.

His sight shifted sideways and fell on the more bizarre [Heavenly Thunder Punishment Experience Reward].

Then, he raised his eyes and saw the [Preaching Platform] which had not been used for a long time and seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

The fourth level of Qi Refining.

The preaching platform... can attract new people.

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