Three Kingdoms Come to the World

Chapter 692
"no comment."

Fang Fan touched his nose like a protagonist, and finally left wisely.

This is Lao Tzu, I can't afford to provoke him.

Turn around and get on the chariot, the Beaulieu chariot strides across the sky, and in a blink of an eye, it arrives outside a palace.

"Kirin Hall."

There was a chuckle on Fang Fan's face, without hesitation, he walked over directly, and walked over with a radiance.

The white light that originally melted everything is no longer appearing, here is just a palace, a gorgeous palace.

And the dragon-patterned bronze mirror hanging on the top of the palace gate no longer has the slightest brilliance, the bronze mirror is covered with a layer of dust, and even the polished mirror surface is hazy, like an ordinary thing.

Looking at the mirror, Fang Fan felt quite emotional, and subconsciously touched his forehead, still feeling a little lingering in fear.

"I returned without success several times, and almost died here."

Shaking his head, he walked directly to the palace door step by step, looking at the vague sound reflected in the mirror, raised his right hand, grabbed the mirror directly, and took it off.

The dragon-patterned bronze mirror, which could not be touched at all, was taken off like this, and the bronze texture fell slightly cold in the hand.

Staring slightly, the expected attribute panel did not appear, which was expected and unreasonable, but Fang Fan secretly sighed.

"This system is not very good, there is no attribute panel for things that are a little bit arranged.

It's no wonder that even the server was dismantled and broken by some unknown emperor. "

Fang Fan said casually, so he didn't care about these. Now, the property panel is more of a reference function, and the real identification depends on the nature of the item itself.

Undoubtedly, this dragon-patterned bronze mirror is powerful and powerful, and this cannot be changed even without an attribute panel. This is the essence.

Fang Fan didn't dare to input spiritual power to test it, and directly put Qin Jing in the dragon pattern jade pendant.

Looking back, there is plenty of time for research and refining, there is no need to die now.

Falling from the palace gate and walking forward, Dian Wei and Shi Yong slowly pushed open the heavy arched door.

The ancient palace gate, which had been closed for a long time, opened with a groan, and the Golden Luan Palace thousands of years ago was displayed in front of Fang Fan.

Solemn, majestic, gorgeous, supreme.

This is the deepest and most direct impression that the palace brought to Fang Fan.

This is the first center of power to unify the empire on the land of China. Seeing this palace seems to be able to show the majesty of the empire again.

clatter!clatter!
Fang Fan's light footsteps echoed in the palace, he paced forward, and walked directly to the steps bearing the throne of the highest authority.

There are no jade seals, imperial edicts, or any special items that Fang Fan expected on the emperor's seat. There is nothing here, dust is everywhere, and it is kept clean.

The person who used to sit on this throne did not rush when he left, he was still calm, and took everything away without leaving anything behind.

Nothing was left, but something was left.

Fang Fan stood in front of the throne, his eyes were closed at some point, and a sentence echoed in his mind.

"Virtue surpasses the three emperors, merit surpasses the five emperors, so I am the first emperor!"

This voice was full of majesty, echoing in his mind like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Hearing this voice, the appearance of an emperor seemed to appear in Fang Fan's mind, as if this voice should belong to the emperor, and this majesty belonged exclusively to the emperor, this is the first emperor!
"call."

After a long time, Fang Fan let out a breath slowly, and his eyes flashed with one point of complexity, two points of shock, and seven points of majesty.

"My lord?"

"Let's go."

Fang Fan's voice echoed in this huge palace. After Fang Fan stepped out of the palace, the palace door closed abruptly. This ancient and majestic palace was once again closed, and there was a faint sound echoing in the silent space.

"Virtue surpasses the three emperors, merit surpasses the five emperors, so I am the first emperor!"

"My lord, where are we going?"

"Go back, the other palaces will naturally be cleaned up."

After Fang Fan finished speaking, he boarded the Panlong chariot and left across the sky.

Flying in the air, Fang Fan suddenly remembered something, propped his chin with one hand, and looked into the distance with some melancholy.

"My lord, is there something confusing?"

Fang Fan nodded.

"Why don't you say I don't take the teleportation array?"

Tang Jiajun was speechless for a while, and Fang Fan waved his hand to remove the windshield on the Panlong chariot without waiting for him to reply, and said with a normal expression.

"Forget it, go for a drive."

Tang Jiajun next to him burst into tears, blowing like a fool under the strong wind.

Then they left the small world. Fortunately for Tang Jiajun, Fang Fan finally switched to riding a dragon horse after leaving the small world, and finally he didn't have to blow the kind of strong wind that hurt his face.

Leaving the small world, leaving the island in the middle of the lake, leaving Longzi Lake, and going straight back to Ning'an, back to the long-lost office.

Sitting in the only office on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion, Fang Fan leaned on the chair and looked down at the whole of Ning'an from the vast floor-to-ceiling windows.

A huge city with a population of one million and an army of tens of thousands, his city.

The following life slowly became calmer.

The Hundred Clans that were slowly waking up didn't make much noise, but that didn't mean they didn't exist.

According to the news that the Mobu came to Fang Fan's place every day, all the awakened tribes began to expand, and the innate talents of their respective tribes emerged one after another like mushrooms after rain.

The hundreds of clans who had been closely searching the clan lands began to show their ferocious fangs, and they continued to erode outwards under the leadership of their respective clan leaders and innate talents.

Occupying the land that was left blank because the hundreds of clans huddled together, silently gathered and cleaned up the losers on the land.

Kyushu is very large, and the expansion of a mere hundred races is not very conspicuous, and the huge blank area needs a long time to clean up.

The territory of the human race is basically far away from the territory of the hundred clans, so it will take some time for this feast of the hundred clans to spread to the human race.

So this period of time seems extra quiet, but this is not the fruit of victory, but the depressing silence before the storm.

In this environment, all the lords began to expand their armaments and army crazily, without exception, because the lords without vision had already died in the previous major changes.

Everyone is preparing for the next frenzy in their own way, and the Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their special abilities.

In some territories, walls were built high and thick, and a wall reaching the sky was built outside the territory to enclose all the residents and all the farmland.

Some territories frantically expanded their recruitment, expanded their army, and trained soldiers, trying to fight this wave with collective strength, and even took the initiative to attack and fight back, grabbing the last fruit of the feast of hundreds of clans.

There are also people who condense all the resources of the entire territory to practice, trying to take a step forward in personal cultivation, trying to gather great power into one body, trying to suppress quantitative changes with qualitative changes, shelter the entire territory, and create a pure land.

(End of this chapter)