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Chapter 827 Tuoba Wushang
In another month, Kang Wang Sima Rui fell, and the news of his youngest son Sima An's succession spread throughout the world, causing endless shocks in the Middle-earth, because this script was too familiar, and a similar scene was staged not long ago in the Dashun Dynasty.

Central Road, Prince Yong's Mansion, seeing the latest news, Yingyi let out a sneer.

"Sure enough, the destiny is in the north, and the south of Middle-earth was originally a wasteland, but unexpectedly there was such an anomaly, and a situation was created to divide the world equally with the Central Road and the North of Middle-earth. This is the end, with me in the central road and Tuoba Wushang in the north, even if Zhang Chunyi of Longhushan personally takes action, he will never think of subduing a country with his own strength like before."

"If he really dares to do this, I will be pleasantly surprised."

The words were slightly cold, and Yingyi simplified the jade in his hand into powder.

"The Sirius Dynasty gathered three dragon sons, and established the overall situation of unifying the north. It was only because of the constraints of the old nobles that it was delayed. The speed of the Great Yan Dynasty is also not slow. We've got three dragon sons, so we need to speed up."

"The Kingdom of Yan has already fallen into our control, finish it as soon as possible, and then take down the Kingdom of Qi as quickly as possible. Standing behind them is the Confucian Jixia Academy, although it is not as good as the Buddhist Daleiyin Temple and the Devil Mentian Nujiao is strong, but it should not be underestimated."

"This time, Jixia School paid a lot of attention to supporting the Tian Family of Qi State, in order to spread the theory of ethics and pave the way for that Xuanzi to become an immortal. Now is the best time for them to practice this idea. If they can't use thunderous means If you win Qi, you will probably have a lot of troubles, you need to keep this in mind.”

While speaking, with a bit of admonishment, Yingyi cast his eyes on a figure standing not far from him.

His figure was thin and he was wearing a fine attire. Although his eyes were lowered, he possessed a mighty force, like a ferocious beast with its minions restrained.

Hearing this, this figure raised its head, with three-dimensional facial features and deep eyes, it looked about forty years old, with a bit of vicissitudes of life, and its own bearing, it is impressive that the current king of Yong Wu Bugui, also Yingyi The nominal father in this life.

"Your Majesty, please put it down. Qi's domestic backhand has been activated, and I believe it will bring good news in the near future."

With a serious look on his face, Wu Bugui bowed to Yingyi, showing extra respect.

The Wu family itself is a side branch of the Ying family, and its real surname is Ying, but this fact was covered up by the original Ying, and then kept it as a hidden hand.

After waking up in this life and recovering part of her strength, Yingyi used this dark hand to truly control the power of Yong Kingdom.

Hearing this, Yingyi nodded.

With the help of the power of the Book of the Future, he has left behind many people unknowingly. This is a chess game he has spent three lifetimes of work on, and both Yan and Qi are in his calculations.

With the help of the power of Buddhism and the dark hands left behind before, he successfully took control of the turbulent Yan country, and Yan country is like this, Qi country is no exception.

"The first sky change is not far away. When the sky is weeping for blood, I will lead the Yin and Ming and subvert the Yang world. The two will cooperate to achieve the honor of the Emperor of the Human and the Emperor of the Underworld."

Looking at the sky, a look of anticipation flashed in Yingyi's eyes.

The sky changes, and the Yin and Ming will make up for the shortcomings of the world. At that time, he will lead the ghosts and cholera as Yan Luo, and then stand up as King Yong, becoming the savior of the human race, bringing together Yin and Ming. The general trend of the Yang world.

At the same time, in the north of Middle-earth, the Sirius Dynasty also received news from the Dakang Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, Longhushan has repeated its old tricks. With the cooperation of the Xie family and the Shahe Mansion, it has seized the actual control of the Dakang Dynasty. I believe that it will not be long before the Dayan Dynasty will swallow the Dakang Dynasty. By that time I'm afraid it will pose a threat to my Sirius dynasty."

The words were low, letting the cold wind blow by, the strong man with a body like a bear spoke, his face was rough, his eyes were slightly blue, there was an aura like a beast lingering around his body, and there was a scar like a centipede on his face Existence, as he spoke, the scar seemed to come alive, and it was even more hideous.

This is the wind and snow plain, a strange place in Zhengbei Road. It is covered with cold wind and snow all year round. The closer it is to the core, the harsher the environment, and it is difficult for non-Chunyang monks to escape.

But the strong man is not afraid of this, he is Hu Yancheng, the great general of the Sirian Dynasty, a real false fairy, and in front of him, there is a thin figure bathed in the wind and snow.

His stature is not tall, his upper body is bare, his hair is braided into small braids, he looks to be in his twenties, his face is handsome, he has a kind of tenacity and a kind of ferocity like a wolf.

At this moment, he was holding a big knife in his hand and was waving it quickly and slowly. It fit the sky and the earth and melted into the wind and snow, as if he had become one with the sky and the earth. In this moment, nothing outside can shake his heart.

But as time passed, the cold wind blew more and more urgently, with a sharpness like a knife's light. In the end, even the seemingly weak snowflakes had the sharpness to cut gold and jade.

At this moment, Hu Yancheng, who had been waiting silently, changed his expression slightly, his body turned into a streamer, and he retreated crazily. Not daring to resist, can only temporarily avoid the edge.

"The law of the knife!"

Looking at the figure faintly submerged in the wind and snow, Hu Yancheng couldn't hide the shock in his heart. At this moment, fine blood marks appeared on his body, and the bleeding continued.

It was at this time that, accompanied by a long howling sound like a howling wolf, a series of saber lights swept across the world, cutting off the wind and snow all over the sky.

"Did you cut off the sky with your sword technique?"

Seeing what he understood, Hu Yancheng's face was full of solemnity. After many years, the wind and snow plain was free of wind and snow for the first time.

"I have met the king, congratulations to the king for his great achievement in the way of swords."

Looking at the thin figure slowly approaching, Hu Yancheng bowed and saluted. As a false immortal, he deeply understands the difficulty of comprehending the power of law in the current environment. If there is no special adventure, basically all False immortals will stop here. This is the shackles of heaven and earth, which cannot be broken by human power, but this person in front of him is undoubtedly an exception.

"It's just a glimpse of the door, what's the big success?"

His eyes were bright green, full of depth. Looking at Hu Yancheng, the young man spoke. He is the king of the Sirius Dynasty, Tuoba Wushang. Became the king of the Sirius Dynasty, leading the Sirius Dynasty to complete the great cause of unifying the north.

Hearing this, Hu Yancheng remained silent and buried his head lower.

"Did Longhushan take action against the Dakang Dynasty? It was a little faster than expected, but it is also reasonable. In this way, Zhang Chunyi of Longhushan should be eyeing my Sirius Dynasty soon."

"Now that I have just completed the Dao of the Sword, I also want to meet this No. [-] Immortal in the World, and see if it's his supernatural powers that are sharp, or my sword skills are better!"

Bright green eyes bloomed with splendor. At this moment, Tuoba Wushang was like a sharp blade out of its sheath, and the big knife in his hand let out a low moan, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey. Thirsting for blood.

(End of this chapter)