The throne of God is waiting for me

Where is the black dragon?

Zhao Min: "..."

He landed on the huge black dragon in silence.

He was almost thrown out by a strong force just after he stood still. The huge black dragon danced between heaven and earth. Zhao Min, who was almost thrown out, raised the sword in his hand and stabbed it straight down. Even with the sharpness of the Fu Cang sword, it only made a small hole. For the huge black dragon, it was like being bitten by a mosquito.

The black dragon roared proudly and swung its body vigorously. Zhao Min was thrown out before he could defend himself. The rain water from the dragon's body was like a splashing waterfall, pouring all over his head.

Zhao Min had a blank expression on his face.

On the Fu Cang sword that was also thrown out, the illusory little golden dragon rushed out with momentum, baring its fangs and claws at the black dragon that stretched across the sky and earth: "Ang!"

The sword flashed, and once again wrapped Zhao Min and fell on the black dragon's body.

A strong radiance burst out from the body of the arrogant Cangjian sword, and the energy of the dragon veins of the Nine Provinces gathered in one fell swoop. The vague Nine Provinces barrier around it seemed to sense something, and in an instant, it burst out with infinite radiance, shining on the black dragon, completely freezing it between heaven and earth, unable to move. Like a fine work of art condensed in amber.

Zhao Min's eyes lit up. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he swung the sword without hesitation. The blazing radiance on the sword was like the true fire of the sun, melting the flesh and blood of the black dragon in an instant.

"Puff!"

Blood spurted out from the broken end like a waterfall, and the boiling dragon blood suddenly poured on Zhao Min. Although it was washed clean by the torrential rain between heaven and earth the next moment, his forehead immediately turned from slightly hot to boiling hot.

...

Blood rain fell from the sky. The splashing blood dyed the entire ocean blood red.

Boom!

The black dragon's body, broken into two pieces, fell down with a bang, like a sacred peak hanging high in the sea of ​​clouds, crashing into the world. The instant impact caused the endless ocean to surge again, and the rolling waves went in all directions, submerging all the peaks in the distance.

Above the sky, Zhao Min could no longer hold on, his dizzy head ached extremely, and his eyes began to blur. A vague thought passed through his mind.

Hmm... Could it be that I... had a cold entered my body?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sense of laughter and tears in his heart, and made a joke to himself -

Slaying the evil dragon with a sword, saving the people... but falling into the sea and drowning because of a trivial matter like a cold and fever, if such a deed is recorded in history, I believe I will become a rare joke because of it!

With his thoughts flying unreliably, Zhao Min's body softened and fell down, and his figure fell sharply in the air.

The Fu Cang Sword was so frightened that it trembled in the air, and quickly drifted downwards to catch its master.

At this time, someone came over the waves in the sky. The figure seemed slow but actually fast, and in a few steps, he came to Zhao Min's side and appeared in his drowsy sight.

The sky was dark, the wind and rain were dark, and the young Taoist came over on the water. His snow-white figure was like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the dark world.

The Fu Cang Sword, which was about to save its master, suddenly stopped, as if it had discovered something incredible, and trembled in mid-air. The illusory little golden dragon circled around the sword, and its pupils were full of confusion.

Zhao Min: "..."

... Such a stupid sword spirit must not be his Orz.

Just when Zhao Min thought that he was really going to leave his name in history in this special way, a hand suddenly grabbed the collar at the back of his neck, and the cold temperature fell on his hot skin through a layer of clothes.

A breeze suddenly rose, and an invisible force lifted him up, and he suddenly flew up again like a feather.

Before his consciousness fell silent, Zhao Min heard a clear and cold voice without any emotion.

"... Not dead, right?"

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The black dragon that broke into two pieces fell straight down from the sky, and the figure of the black-clothed boy also fell rapidly in the wind and rain. Xuan Wei didn't think about it, and his body subconsciously flew over and reached out to grab the other party.

After doing all this, he reacted and stared coldly at his disobedient hand for a few breaths, especially the damp texture on the boy's black clothes after being washed by wind and rain... It made him frown slightly because he was naturally clean.

... Xuan Wei felt that his perfect state of mind was destroyed for the first time.

"... Not dead, right?"

With a cold whisper, he casually cast a levitation spell on the other party, and the breeze lifted him up in the air.

Then, Xuan Wei looked down at the vast ocean below. His eyes were clear and bright, as if he had penetrated the raging flood and saw the rolling mountains and plains under the flood.

A peach wood sword flew out from him. The moment the peach wood sword appeared, the Fu Cang sword that had been trembling in the air suddenly stopped. The illusory little golden dragon that was chasing the tip of its tail turned its head and snorted, and then dived into the sword.

Xuanwei held the hilt of the sword, and an extremely strong momentum burst out with him as the center. A strong wind suddenly rose, and his snow-white Taoist robe and black hair fluttered in the raging wind. There was no warmth in his eyes as he looked down at the bottom.

"The culprit has been executed, and the mountain gods and land gods from all over the world should show up quickly." His eyes were indifferent and clear, and the sword energy on the peach wood sword seemed to split the sky and the earth in half, "... Either restore the earth veins by yourself, or I will help you restore it."

As soon as he finished speaking, shadows flew out from all directions covered by the ocean. Dozens of mountain gods and land gods worked together to drive the flood back onto the riverbed, regardless of the cost of their divine power.

——Not to mention that the Huaishui Water God Yin Jian was not far away, but just because of the murderous aura in Xuanwei's body, they didn't dare to obey him. If the Prince of Zhao was just deprived of his priesthood, then if the one in front of him didn't have his way, he would definitely kill them all to pieces.

After tidying up the tail left by Zhao Min, Xuanwei glanced at the young man floating in the air, and used a spell to fly this sudden burden in a certain direction, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

——

When Zhao Min woke up, the wind and rain had already stopped.

The sky was bright, and the gentle and bright sunshine softly shone on his face, coating his long eyelashes with a touch of gold powder. The golden eyelashes trembled, and a pair of dark eyes slowly opened.

An ordinary wooden table, a similarly simple futon, and an ancient incense burner.

A simple and clean inner room came into Zhaomin's sight.

...Is this...rescued?

Just as he was quietly looking around, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a young Taoist priest wearing a snow-white robe walked in gently. His black and white eyes were clear, like an immortal descending from the clouds, hugging him. As cold as frost and snow.

"...Are you awake?"

At this moment, the memory before the silence of consciousness was suddenly awakened, and Zhao Min remembered the owner of the voice.

He nodded and spoke seriously, with a slightly hoarse voice: "I call upon the Crown Prince Min. Thank you so much for saving me."

Hearing his sincere thanks, the young Taoist in front of him had a very subtle expression for a moment, and a look of confusion flashed in his pupils.

He said coldly: "It's just convenient."

Seemingly noticing Zhao Min's slightly curious gaze, the young Taoist added: "This is Qingyun Temple. I am the contemporary temple master, and my Taoist name is Xuanwei."

After exchanging names with each other, the two people, who were equally taciturn, realized they had nothing to say and fell silent together.

One's body has not yet recovered and can only lie quietly on the bed to recuperate, while the other sits on the futon and starts his daily practice. The two people acted naturally, with a certain tacit understanding that was taken for granted.

In fact, the moment Xuanwei stepped into the door, the two of them looked at each other for a moment, and an indescribable and wonderful feeling suddenly arose in Zhaomin's heart. It was a very subtle feeling of closeness that seemed to come from nature.

And from Xuan Wei's slightly confused eyes, he intuitively felt that the other party had the same feeling.

It was like meeting twin brothers from the same origin... No, it was even a little closer than that feeling.

——To be more precise, the feeling is like meeting one's long-lost limbs, or the jade that was broken into two halves is reunited, changing from incomplete to complete. And even a blood relative like King Zhao had never given him such a sense of intimacy.

This wonderful sense of closeness that comes from nature almost made Zhao Min lower his guard in an instant. His original vigilance disappeared unconsciously, and he immediately revealed his true identity to the other party.

...Despite his character, he would not deliberately cover up and hide his head and tail.

…

After staying in Qingyun Temple for a few days, Zhao Min was surprised to find that there was only Xuanwei in the entire Qingyun Temple, not even a Taoist boy. It can be seen that his name as the master of the Taoist temple is not worthy of the name. He holds all the posts in the Taoist temple.

When he asked, Xuan Wei said of course: "As cultivators like us, where can't we get a glimpse of the way of heaven? Why do we need a temple and three thousand disciples?" ░ and ░ read ░ online ░

In fact, he and the old temple master have always been the only ones in Qingyun Temple.

Because Xuan Wei had an extraordinary background, the old temple master did not dare to accept him as his disciple, so the two of them got along as if they had been friends forever. Until the old temple master passed away three years ago.

Xuanwei also went down to Qiongyu Mountain, slaying demons everywhere and improving his cultivation.

…

The top of Qiongyu Mountain.

Everything is silent, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are bright. The morning sun rises slowly from the horizon, and a wisp of purple air suddenly comes from the east.

Xuanwei sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, facing the rising sun, breathing deeply. His body rose and fell naturally, and strands of spiritual energy entered his body following a special rhythm.

The purple energy dispersed suddenly, and a deep purple meaning flashed in his pupils. His pale skin was as bright as jade, almost transparent, and his whole body was filled with a faint Taoist charm.

Footsteps sounded behind him. A young man in black clothes came quickly, his black hair bound by a golden crown flying along the snow-white silk ribbon.

There was urgency in Zhao Min's tone: "I suddenly remembered something..."

"...The barrier of Kyushu was broken and demons sneaked in?" Xuanwei's expression was subtle after hearing Zhao Min's words, "Is this what you want to say?"

"That's right. This matter was said by the Huaishui Water God himself." Zhao Min nodded seriously and asked, "...could there be some lies in it?"

When he said this, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and the awe-inspiring demeanor that had been restrained was revealed.

Xuanwei shook his head.

Seeing this, Zhao Min directly expressed his thoughts. That is to inform the world of Taoism about this matter as soon as possible, and let those practitioners come forward to solve it.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Wei shook his head after hearing this: "That's not necessary. I'm afraid this matter has already been known to the whole world."

He walked to the window with his hands behind his hands and looked out from a distance, with a certain indifferent calm in his tone.

"...It's just because the Jiuzhou barrier has been completely broken, and now the world is full of demonic calamities."

Zhao Min's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said to himself in disbelief: "...The Jiuzhou barrier is completely broken?"

At the same time, a picture flashed through his mind.

That was when he swung his sword to slay the dragon as a mortal, and the Jiuzhou barrier suddenly lit up, sealing the black dragon with brilliant light.

Zhao Min still remembered that after he killed the black dragon, the Jiuzhou barrier seemed to dim... Could it be that because of this, the barrier was exhausted and completely broken?

——

In March, the Huai River flooded and flooded the four cities of Yue State. The Jiuzhou barrier was broken, and the world was in chaos.

This Tianhuang continent has been divided into five domains since ancient times. The human race has occupied the most fertile middle domain Jiuzhou, exiling the other hundreds of races to the barren four domains, and established the middle domain Jiuzhou barrier based on the destiny of humanity.

Among those hundreds of races that are different from the human race, there are also high-level demons with natural wisdom and low-level monsters. The former can still communicate, while the latter are completely irrational. For thousands of years, the demons expelled from the four seas and eight wastelands have been spying on the land of Jiuzhou all the time.

Now that the Jiuzhou barrier has been broken, they finally got what they wanted. Those irrational low-level monsters are spreading all over the world, even infecting ordinary people. The rest of the high-level monsters have formed a large army.

Half a month, before the human race reacted