imperial decree arrives

Chapter 739 Punish evil in the Far West
Wan Yao Island.

The evil spirit is soaring, and the blood is surging.

The Ten Thousand Monsters Festival is over, and they are buried in Ten Thousand Monsters Island with blood and white bones.No one ever thought that the so-called Ten Thousand Monsters Fair was just a cover, a cover to satisfy those ambitious guys.

The Tiger Clan, Wolf Clan, and Lion Clan united to surround the entire Wan Yao Island and force all the monsters to surrender.

Surrender...or die!

Faced with such a situation, San Yao was more stubborn and cut into corpses, and more reluctant to die finally succumbed.All monster clans with clan relatives, without exception, surrendered.

When the Wanyao Altar reappeared with Wanyao's blood, the formation that communicated with the depths of the Wanyao's Altar was already running silently.

Tiger Clan, Wolf Clan, Lion Clan, the leaders of the three clans stand on one side, and with the blood of Ten Thousand Demons, they want to restart the Ten Thousand Demons Altar.

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at the same time.

In the deserted land of the northwest, under a desert, silent changes are taking place.Buried deep under the desert, there is also an altar.From the initial shock to the violent shock, the entire desert shone with monstrous black air.Black air swept across the desert, and with a bang, a gigantic altar finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.

Swish!
All of a sudden, the wind howled and the sky was full of yellow sand.

Above the altar, there is an unobstructed view.

Black light filled the altar, and the altar was covered with indescribable textures. When the black light melted into the altar bit by bit, black liquid suddenly overflowed from the altar. Black liquid flows past.

boom……

After shaking for a while, the altar seemed to open an ancient door.

"The door to the demon world...is open!"

The voice came from out of nowhere, with a monstrous anger.

……

There is nostalgia in the Wanyao Altar, even the oldest existence of the Yaozu doesn't know when the Wanyao Altar appeared in the Wanyao Island.

Wanyao Island is isolated from the world, any monster race can come in, but not always come out.

There is a saying in Wanyao Island, "Entering the island is easy, leaving the island is difficult", only because the time to leave the island is short, and it takes a long time to have a chance to leave the island.A long time ago, Wanyao Island was not like this. Any monsters who want to enter and exit the island are free to do so, instead of leaving the time to God as they do now.

However, there is no need to do this in the future, because the Ten Thousand Monster Altar is opened, and the era of belonging to the Monster Race is coming.

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gate of hell.

The ghost gate is still the original ghost gate, the difference is that blood began to overflow from the ghost gate, and the blood filled the entire ghost gate, infecting the ghost gate like a blood gate.

The ghost head above the ghost gate is even rarer with its fangs open, with a hideous face.

"The ghost gate opens, and the ghost mother appears!"

A gloomy and cold voice came from behind the ghost gate. Just as the voice fell, a gap was finally revealed in the tightly closed ghost gate.

The ghostly spirit penetrates into the human world through the gate of ghosts. Behind the gate of ghosts, the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves can be heard endlessly, as if there are thousands of ghosts roaring.

"Susususu..."

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The mansion of the mansion.

The Fujun who was still practicing seemed to feel something, and suddenly woke up from the practice.

"That breath just now..."

Fu Jun frowned, with a solemn expression.Just now, the Lord Fufu noticed that in the Far West, a powerful ghost energy spread throughout the Far North, and all living beings were swallowed by the ghost energy and turned into white bones.

"Could it be..."

The Fu Jun thought of something, so he pinched his fingers and calculated.

puff……

Before I started counting, I felt a backlash.

"There is a powerful person obstructing myself!"

The Fujun was horrified immediately, and hurriedly stopped the backlash.

"Your Majesty..."

Xin Shiniang's voice sounded, Fu Jun looked up and saw Xin Shiniang flying from a distance.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Xin Shishiniang landed in front of the Fujun, seeing that the Fujun was pale and breathless, she couldn't help asking.

The Fujun got up, sighed, and asked: "Fourteenth Niang, you have been with the emperor for a long time, have you ever understood the mystery of becoming a fairy?"

Xin Shishi Niang shook her head and said, "No."

"Ugh……"

"My lord, what happened?"

Xin Shiniang saw something wrong with Fujun's expression. She had never seen such a man. Xin Shiniang, who was so thoughtful, quickly guessed that something happened, so Xin Shiniang asked.

"At the beginning, I didn't know whether it was right or wrong to bring you to Jianghua. Now this catastrophe, I'm afraid I can't avoid it. Anyway, you and Jianghua have karma, and I have karma.

Fourteen Niang, listen carefully, there will be an unprecedented catastrophe in the world soon, as for what catastrophe, you don't have to ask, I don't know.

This catastrophe should not have happened, and it was more or less related to Jiang Hua.This was supposed to be a catastrophe for Jianghua, but for some reason it involved the whole world.The rise and fall of the world can be said to depend on Jiang Hua alone.

After you go back, you tell Jiang Hua and let him make his own decision.Since Jiang Hua dared to proclaim himself emperor, he must have made up his mind.

Let's go back. "

After all, send Xin Shishiniang out of the mansion.

After Xin Shishiniang was sent away, the mansion of Fu Jun was hidden in the fog, not visible to the world.

……

In the palace, Jiang Hua, who was still practicing, was startled suddenly, and just now he felt the wailing in the sea of ​​consciousness, and countless people were crying, Jiang Hua felt it carefully, and suddenly became furious.

In a certain place in the west of Zhonghuachao, there is a dense black air coming from nowhere, sweeping hundreds of miles, stretching hundreds of villages, swallowing hundreds of thousands of people indifferently, turning them into white bones, it is extremely terrifying.The monstrous resentment turned the Far West Land into a forbidden place that no one could visit. If Jiang Hua hadn't been the emperor of Huahua Dynasty, he probably wouldn't have known that the Far West Land had encountered such an accident.When Jiang Hua pinched his fingers and counted, what came into his mind was a black figure, wearing a black gauze that covered the sky and the sun, and the long black hair like ink made the sun and the moon dim.

"Where are you bastards, dare to spy on the ghost mother?"

boom!
Suddenly, a strong man noticed that he wanted to attack and kill Jiang Hua, Jiang Hu snorted coldly, opened his mouth to spit out thousands of golden lights, and shouted back at those who came.Unexpectedly, when this self-proclaimed ghost mother backed up, endless black hair shot out from behind her. The black hair was like a ghost, unstoppable, with the power to smash the sky and cover the earth, cutting everything down.

Seeing this, Jiang Hua stepped back immediately, stretched out his palm, and thousands of thunderbolts were born in his palm, and they shot out, only to hear the opponent scream, and disappeared suddenly.

Jiang Hua was indifferent, the two were just a simple test, they didn't really fight, but even so, Jiang Hua still couldn't calm down, and wanted to kill each other quickly!
"Call Yan Chixia, Zhuge Wolong, Fu Tianchou, and the top [-] people into the palace!"

Jiang Hua got up, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of imperial decrees flew out, flying to various places.

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Soon, Fu Tianchou, Zhuge Wolong, Yan Chixia and others were summoned by Jiang Hua. When everyone gathered in the Saint's Pavilion, Jiang Hua said: "In the land of the far west, there are ghosts roaming around, attacking and killing Hua Chao. Tens of thousands of people, Yan Chixia, I order you to bring the hundred people on the palace list to the far west, and punish the evil!"

Whoa!
There was an uproar among the crowd, Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment, and immediately took orders: "I will live up to my holy hope!"

Since Xuanxin Zhengzong established the faction, it has been silent. After today, Xuanxin Zhengzong will carry forward in his hands and become famous in the entire Huahua dynasty.

Jiang Hua asked Yan Chixia to leave immediately, and at the same time told Yan Chixia some things, and then gave many yellow talismans to the hundred people on the palace list.

Jiang Hua once experimented that the yellow talisman can be used regardless of whether it is aura or literary qi. After telling the scholars how to use the yellow talisman through sound transmission, Yan Chixia resorted to escape, wrapped the scholars, and left the palace in the blink of an eye. , missing.

"You come with me."

After sending Yan Chixia and others away, Jiang Hua asked Zhuge Wolong and Fu Tianchou to follow him.

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"The Holy Majesty has already opened the method of cultivating Wenqi for you. Although the cultivation of Wenqi is different from the method of cultivating Spiritual Qi, all roads lead to the same goal. Spiritual Qi focuses more on external cultivation, while Wenqi focuses on self-cultivation."

While leading these fledgling scholars to fly in the void, Yan Chixia informed everyone of her understanding of the method of cultivating Wen Qi.

Even now, this talented scholar still doesn't know what he's going to do next, and he hasn't recovered from the excitement and bewilderment.

This is not possible, if you really encounter a demon, this state is tantamount to seeking your own death. Although Yan Chixia doesn't care about these scholars, she knows Jiang Hua's importance to these scholars.

In particular, these scholars were the first pioneers to develop the cultivation system of literary qi, and Yan Chixia did not dare to relax in this regard.Even on the way, Yan Chixia told everyone what she knew, and she must train these people in the shortest possible time. This was Jiang Hua's request and what he expected.

Thinking of this, Yan Chixia quietly sent a message to Sima Sanniang to bring along Xuanxin's authentic disciples for training.

"You are the pillars of the country. This time the demons are rampant in the far west. You need to protect your home and defend the country by killing demons and demons. The future of this trip is uncertain. If you still look like this, hum, you should go back as soon as possible." .”

Yan Chixia snorted coldly, some of these scholars were summoned into the palace before they woke up from their sleep, and now their eyes were blurred, except for a few who were serious and noticed something abnormal, the rest of the scholars were all drowsy.

Yan Chixia's words awakened the dreamers, directly waking these scholars out of their sleep.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia withdrew the barrier, and the howling cold wind rushed towards her face. The sharp cold wind was like a knife blowing on the face of a middle school scholar. In an instant, all the scholars were awakened.

"what……"

Yan Chixia originally planned to take advantage of the cold wind to wash off the sleepiness of these scholars, but she accidentally discovered that some scholars used their literary energy to resist the cold wind.

"As expected of a person valued by His Majesty, while the rest of the people are still surprised by the grace of the Holy Spirit, this person has already been able to initially use his literary energy to keep out the cold."

Yan Chixia has read some books, but to these scholars, he is still rough.

He doesn't know how to cultivate Wen Qi, but he also knows that this is an unprecedented path. At this moment, someone has been able to use Wen Qi, which is enough to shock him.

"Enough, look at this white-faced scholar, just like him, resisting the cold with literary energy!"

Yan Chixia said loudly, these scholars are really powerless, the mere cold air has already made these scholars crumbling and panicking.

When a group of scholars heard this, they looked at Ning Caichen, but Ning Caichen was indifferent, and said the way of his own luck: "Gather the energy in the heart, and move the heart at will."

For a while, the scholar sat down cross-legged, and began to gather qi like Ning Caichen's method of gathering qi. Not long after, Yan Chixia suddenly discovered that these hundred people had learned the method of luck and used their literary qi to resist the cold.

"Hey, these scholars are really so scary? I think it took me a few days to learn how to use spiritual energy. I didn't expect these scholars to be more powerful than each other.

Not to mention learning the law of luck in a short period of time, there is also a self-taught pervert.That's right, if you learn the method of luck, you can be lucky, and it can be regarded as guaranteed.However, I don't know whether the offensive and defensive methods of spiritual energy can be applied to literary energy, hehe..., just sit down and experiment with these boys. "

Thinking about it, Yan Chixia couldn't help but show a wicked smile on her face.

……

"There is an open space below. I'll wait for a short rest before going on my way."

After traveling all night, Yan Chixia's spiritual energy was almost exhausted, and she had to sit down to recover her spiritual energy.These scholars have just learned the method of Wen Qi movement, and they don't know the basics of offense and defense, let alone expect them to be able to fly on their own.Moreover, even if it is spiritual energy cultivation, it will take a long time to cultivate to a certain level before flying.

Therefore, Yan Chixia didn't count on these scholars, so she immediately turned around, and soon, Yan Chixia brought a group of scholars down.

After landing, Yan Chixia turned her head and said to the scholars: "You will recover on your own."

After finishing speaking, Yan Chixia suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a group of scholars with blank faces.

"Hey, how long are we going to rest..."

Someone asked, but naturally no one responded.

A group of scholars looked at each other in blank dismay, and were speechless for a while.

Bang!
Ning Caichen once again attracted everyone's attention. Ning Caichen sat down and closed his eyes.

It seemed a bit excessive to use Wen Qi to resist the cold air before.Ning Caichen felt that his literary spirit had been exhausted, so he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to recite all the books he had learned in the past.

Sure enough, as Ning Caichen guessed, his literary spirit recovered slowly.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also sat down cross-legged like Ning Caichen. Soon, a hundred people sat on the ground and formed a circle.

In the entire desolate open space, apart from the howling of wild animals and the screaming of insects, there is the sound of reading aloud.

Yan Chixia, who was hiding in the dark, saw it and nodded involuntarily. These scholars are somewhat different from the scholars she thought of. It is useless because scholars may have undergone fundamental changes since they started.

Looking at these immature faces, Yan Chixia couldn't help nodding her head. Suddenly, Yan Chixia stretched out her hand, and when she retracted it, she saw a snow-white rabbit had already appeared in Yan Chixia's hand.

Yan Chixia chuckled, fell to the ground with a whoosh, and then raised the knife in her hand and dropped it, giving the rabbit a good time.The rabbit walked very quietly, without any pain or consciousness.

After learning about the rabbit's life, Yan Chixia found a place, randomly set up a fire, then took out a yellow talisman, poured water out of the yellow talisman, and washed the rabbit.

Afterwards, Yan Chixia removed all the hair from the rabbit's body, and soon, a white and tender rabbit was taken care of by Yan Chixia.Just simply sprinkled some salt, Yan Chixia put the rabbit on the grill and started to roast the rabbit.

"It's so fragrant...haha...I can't smell this fragrance alone, so it just so happens...to let those scholars smell it too."

After all, with a movement of his finger, Xiang Piao's direction changed, and he drifted towards the direction of the scholar.

(End of this chapter)