I am reincarnated in the heavens and become a dragon

Although Li Canghai's voice was very soft, Li Zhige still heard it.

Look down.

Immediately, Li Zhige's whole body stiffened, his old face was hot.

When I came out, I forgot that all my clothes had been burnt during my cultivation.

Chapter 152 No one can stop me from recovering Dayan

The air is so fresh after the rain.

On the outskirts of Bianliang City, Li Zhige changed his clothes, and listened calmly to Azhu, Abi and his daughters about a series of major events that happened in Jianghu recently.

Li Canghai held his chin and said thoughtfully, "It seems that the Murong Fu you mentioned has become like an old guy, his mind has been swallowed by desires, and he has become an out-and-out demon."

"Granddaughter, according to what you said, Murong Fu's martial arts should have been around for thousands of years."

"Some trouble!"

Wang Yuyan nodded, she was wearing a blood red dress, she turned her eyes to Li Zhige, and said in a deep voice, "Master, now only you old man can suppress and kill him. As long as Murong Fu survives, there will be no peace in the world." .”

Under the watchful eyes of the girls, Li Zhige stroked his chin.

He never thought that he would have such a great influence on Murong Fu, and what Li Zhige didn't expect was that Murong Fu actually obtained the secret book of Beiming Magic Art from Li Qingluo.Even Qiao Feng lost to Murong Fu.

Seeing Li Zhige pondering without saying a word, Azhu's heart skipped a beat, and he asked cautiously, "Hero Li, even you are not sure about killing Murong Fu?"

Li Zhige raised his eyes lazily, without answering.

On the side, Li Canghai smiled lightly, "Murong Fu is indeed very strong now, but to him he is no different from an ant, you don't need to worry."

After hearing Li Canghai's explanation, the girls felt relieved.

At the same time, a gilt sedan chair was carried to Bianliang City.

Each of the sixteen bearers is a well-known figure in the Jianghu, and each of them possesses superb lightness kung fu.

They carried the sedan chair, flew across the city wall, and quickly rushed towards the palace.

Countless soldiers and horses gathered inside and outside the city of Bianliang, and the leading general watched the sedan chair fly into Bianliang and rush towards the imperial city, his face instantly turned pale.

The city wall is not high enough to stop these light kung fu people.

Your Majesty is in danger!

"Hurry up and inform the commander of the Imperial Guard that His Majesty is in danger!"

After a moment of horror, the leading general reacted, took off his armor and chased towards the imperial city.

Sixteen bearers carried the sedan chairs and galloped across the roofs of Bianliang City, and soon came to the front of the imperial city.

At the gate of the imperial city, there are tens of thousands of forbidden soldiers on display. These forbidden soldiers are wearing armor and armor, each holding a long gun, and looking at the sedan chair that is rushing forward with serious expressions.

Behind the spear formation, countless soldiers bent their bows and set arrows, staring at the flying sedan chairs.

In the large formation of the Chinese army, Zhou Hao, the second commander of the imperial guards in red armor, looked at the old man beside him, calmed down a little, and shouted, "Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow! Behind us is the palace, your majesty, absolutely! Don't let the thieves get half a step closer to the imperial city!"

Following Zhou Hao's order, densely packed arrows were thrown, covering the sky and the sun.

Seeing the arrows thrown down like a rainstorm, the sixteen warriors carrying the sedan chair couldn't help swallowing, and trembled physically and mentally for a moment.

No matter how powerful the martial arts are, in the face of an army formation, everyone still can't raise their hearts to fight.

The black arrows, like torrential rain, had already covered their area, and there was nowhere to escape.

The security of the palace is too strict.

Moreover, the walls of the imperial palace are far higher than the city walls. Even if they are not weak in lightness skills, they can't lift a sedan chair and leap, they can only watch the arrows being thrown towards them.

Just as the sixteen warriors were feeling desperate, a figure walked out of the sedan chair.

Murong Fu was wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, and walked out with emerald green evil light in his eyes.

Looking at the forbidden army on the opposite side, and then looking up at the overwhelming arrows, Murong Fu's eyes were crazy, he stretched out his arms, and the huge zhenqi in his body instantly leaked out, forming a shield several meters in diameter with himself as the center.

Substantial zhenqi formed a shield, protecting Murong Fu himself and the sixteen warriors.

Jingle Jingle!

When countless arrows shot at the shield, they couldn't pierce the shield formed by true energy.

Murong Fu looked wildly at the sixteen warriors beside him, and said in an excited voice, "Follow me into the imperial city, capture Zhao Xu's son alive, and restore my Dayan mountains and rivers. When Dayan is restored, you will all be heroes from the dragon. It's not a problem to confer titles to marquises and worship ministers, to honor ancestors and honor ancestors."

"kill!"

As Murong Fu rushed out first, the remaining sixteen warriors followed Murong Fu with frenzied eyes and attacked the army together.

More than a dozen people launched an attack on the army, as if they were overwhelmed by a mayfly shaking a tree.

In fact, Zhou Hao, the commander of the forbidden army, was already in a cold sweat, and hurriedly shouted, "Stop them! No one is allowed to take half a step back!"

"kill!"

The sound of killing shook the imperial city.

There was also a bloody smell outside the imperial city.

In the Golden Luan Hall, the civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty stood on both sides, listening to the shouts of killing from outside, the jade floor tiles under their feet scalded their feet like a hot pot.

Zhao Xu sat high on the dragon chair, his eyes were gloomy, and there was no expression on his face.

Surrounded by the blood mist, Murong Fu's eyes glowed with a dark green evil light, he looked like a Shura ghost who had just stepped out of hell, and the imperial guards were so frightened that they did not dare to step forward.

The current Murong Fu is no longer human.

Holding a sword in his hand, he rushed forward all the way, and the sword energy shot out for several feet wherever he passed, no matter how many soldiers could stop him.

As Murong Fu went deeper and deeper, none of the sixteen warriors who followed him remained.

Glancing at the endlessly packed soldiers, Murong Fu's eyes were gloomy, his whole body exuded a murderous aura, the rich murderous aura turned into a substantial scarlet blood aura.

There are too many people, even if he keeps killing, he doesn't know how long it will take to kill them all.

Looking up at the palace wall, silently calculating the distance, Murong Fu stomped his feet on the ground, and his whole body shot into the sky like a rocket.

Oops!

Zhou Hao, the commander of the imperial guards, turned pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and anxiously said to the old man beside him, "Commander, we must not let this villain rush into the palace!"

"Cough cough!"

Sima Changkong coughed twice, his hair was completely grey, and sighed, "It's all because of Li Zhige who hurt the foundation of this old man. If it wasn't for the injury he suffered from fighting Li Zhige before, this old man wouldn't be able to make this thief Murong Fu so rampant."

"Forget it, the old man gave up his life today!"

Saying that, Sima Changkong flew up and stood on the wall, blocking Murong Fu's way.

Looking at the old man blocking the way, Murong Fu smiled ferociously, and directly slashed out with his sword.

Murong Fu swung his sword, the sword energy was like a spurt of spurts, intending to kill Sima Changkong.

Seeing the incoming sword energy, Sima Changkong straightened his hunched waist, his face flushed as red as Guan Gong's, and his domineering aura burst out in an instant, triggering a strong wind in an instant, darkening the sky.

"Kong has a huge skill, but in fact he is a paper tiger with nothing but appearances."

"If it weren't for the old man's injury, how could you allow you, a villain, to be reckless!"

Sima Changkong's eyes were sharp, and he punched out with a straight hook. The tyrannical punch pressed the air, forming an air cannon.

boom!

The piercing sword energy collided with the air cannon, and in an instant, the ten-foot-long sword energy collapsed.

Watching the air cannon crushing sword energy blasting towards him, Murong Fu's eyes were horrified and his expression was ferocious.

how come?

How could there be such a master in the palace!

Before he had time to think, Murong Fu immediately crossed his arms across his chest, and propped up a substantial zhenqi wall in front of him.

boom!

With a loud noise, the air cannon carried the huge force of smashing the mountain and hit the wall where the zhenqi was condensed, smashing the wall and sending Murong Fu flying backwards.

boom!

Murong Fu hit the ground heavily, smashing the floor tiles and raising smoke and dust.

Murong Fu flew backwards, Zhou Hao and others all looked at Sima Changkong.

Before Zhou Hao and the others were happy, they discovered that Sima Changkong had lost his voice, and he remained motionless in the posture of punching.

Obviously, Sima Changkong was exhausted with that punch just now.

What surprised Zhou Hao even more was that Murong Fu stood up.

"Cough cough!"

The smoke and dust cleared, and the crown on Murong Fu's head had fallen off. He stood up with disheveled hair, a frightening emerald green light in his eyes, bright red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking at Sima Changkong who had lost his vitality with a ferocious expression, and laughed maniacally, "God's will!" In this way, no one can stop my light

Fu Dayan! "

Chapter 153 The dream should wake up

"Escort! Escort!"

On the Golden Luan Hall, all civil and military officials stared in horror at the lunatic who was wearing a dragon robe, with disheveled hair and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and shouted for escort.

However, in the Golden Luan Hall, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Zhao Xu looked gloomy at Murong Fu who stepped into the Golden Palace, and said in a deep voice, "Murong Fu, I know you want to restore Dayan. How about this, I will grant you a fief and allow you to be King of Yan."

Murong Fu sneered, looked at Zhao Xu on the dragon chair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your seat should be mys. If you are willing to take the throne, I will be merciful and make you an idle prince, and I will allow you to be rich and prosperous. How are you in your old age?"

"Bold!"

"Murong Fu, you are a mere barbarian, how can He De sit in the ninth and fifth place?"

Among the officials of the Manchu Dynasty, a young general couldn't stand it any longer. He walked out of the queue and loudly reprimanded Murong Fu.

Murong Fu suddenly turned his head, stretched out his hand to grab, and grabbed the young general in the palm of his hand.

Holding the young general's neck with one hand, Murong Fu asked with a smirk, "You say I'm a barbarian? Why, you look down on the Dayan royal family so much? I can't sit in the world of your Han people?"

The young general blushed and said with difficulty, "A Hulu is a Hulu, no one will convince you."

boom!

With Murong Fu's force, the young general exploded immediately, and the minced meat and blood splashed on Murong Fu's ferocious face, and also splashed on the jade floor tiles, making the faces of the court officials in the Golden Luan Hall pale and sweating.

Looking around, no one looked down without bowing their heads.

There was a hint of satisfaction in Murong Fu's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Whoever still refuses to accept me, you can stand up!"

In the face of the mighty Murong Fu, one minister after another, one prince after another lowered their noble heads.

The emperor can die, and the court can change hands, but they cannot die.

Even if Murong Fu is allowed to sit on the dragon chair, it doesn't matter, the world will still be governed by people like them.

In the past, the old ministers who were full of benevolence, righteousness and morality obediently kept their mouths shut and did not say a word.

These veterans are all good people. They know who can be reasonable and who can't.

A lunatic like Murong Fu would never be able to reason with him.

Zhao Xu sat on the dragon chair, looked at the bowed Man Chao Wenwu, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

Normally, these people dared to disobey their own orders, and even dared to remonstrate in front of themselves. They really thought they were not afraid of death.

It turned out that these loyal ministers of the Song Dynasty were all greedy for life and afraid of death.

Zhao Xu stood up, looked mockingly at the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs below, and Murong Fu with disheveled hair, and said with a sneer, "Murong Fu, you want to use your own force to usurp the throne, even if you succeed in sitting on this dragon chair how?"

"Do you know how to manage this country?"

"Will the people of the world obey you?"

Facing Zhao Xu's questioning, Murong Fu grinned grimly, shook his head and said, "These are not things you need to care about. I just want to ask you, Zen position or not Zen position?"