Ragnarok is born

In the end, nothing was found.

Zhao Ji leaned against the soft head of the bed, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although Xu Zhichang, Wang Laozhi, Zhang Jixian and others have extraordinary Taoism skills, they always have countless excuses to prevaricate.

On the surface they looked respectful and respectful, but their purpose in private was astonishingly the same, and they were unwilling to bring along themselves, the Son of Heaven, to practice Taoism...

Presumably it is precisely because of this situation that I want to grab desperately, the last chance that is tiny?

So Lin Lingsu, and the mysterious figure "Tianzun" behind the miniature "Black Dragon" took advantage of my eagerness to set up a trap, letting myself fall into the trap and become a puppet in their hands?

The power of the lucky red dragon seems to be vast, but Zhao Ji also knows that the blue bull under Lin Lingsu's seat can match it without falling behind.

Qingniu is already so powerful, so how terrifying is the strength of the person who calls himself Lin Lingsu?

If the "Tianzun" behind Lin Lingsu is really such a terrifying person, why does he still want to control me?

No matter how much Zhao Ji thinks about it, he still has no way of knowing what the purpose of "Tianzun" gifting him with the "Aura of Creation" is.

Concubine Liu Gui's breath gradually became low.

Zhao Ji's heart trembled, and he turned his head to look, only to find that Concubine Liu Gui had a peaceful face and fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

This made Zhao Ji suddenly feel a little guilty.

After I met with that "Lin Lingsu", I didn't know how long I was in a coma. When I knew nothing about the outside world, I still had to rely on Concubine Liu Gui, who was pregnant for eight months, to take care of myself tirelessly.

I don't know what's going on outside the court?

According to the general situation, when the king of a country falls into a coma, it will often cause huge shocks in the court.

Zhao Ji's eyes were gloomy, and his mind was spinning rapidly, wondering what action should be taken next to regain the initiative?

Several of his sons are still young, and even the eldest son, Zhao Huan, is only 12 years old this year.

Naturally, such a young prince cannot successfully stabilize the situation, and he may need the assistance of Cai Jing and others to forcefully suppress the resistance.

Looking at Concubine Liu Gui who was sleeping with a sweet smile, her little hand was still holding her tightly, Zhao Ji gave a wry smile.

These days, for her, it is probably a kind of extremely tormented waiting.

Zhao Ji opened his mouth, and when he wanted to call Liang Shicheng, he suddenly found that although he opened his mouth wide, he couldn't make any sound.

He looked around the hall with a complicated expression, but found no trace of the miniature "Black Dragon".

It is said that "Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly", but who knows that "a butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou", life is unpredictable, and no one can predict it.

In the palm of her hand, Concubine Liu Gui's cold little hand is not an imaginary fake, but a soft and delicate body with flesh and blood and warmth.

The bed under her body is not only a blanket woven with the most exquisite camel hair from the Western Regions, but also a brightly colored and exquisitely patterned Shu brocade silk quilt covering her body, which cannot be seen as a fake.

Zhao Ji raised the other hand, which was not held by Concubine Liu Gui, slowly lifted it to the position of his face, and gently covered his own face.

The palms and the skin on the face, as well as the contact between the fingers and the ears, gave Zhao Ji a completely real feeling.

If all these are illusory, then what else is the so-called reality in this world?

There seemed to be a sound of wind passing through the room suddenly.

In Zhao Ji's mind, an unbelievable thought suddenly flashed, and the palm holding Concubine Liu Gui suddenly tightened.

Concubine Liu Gui who was sleeping in her sleep let out an exclamation under the pain.

When Zhao Ji followed the prestige, he just saw Concubine Liu Gui's eyes slowly opening, and she was about to wake up from her sleep.

A dot of colorful divine light fell on Concubine Liu Gui's smooth forehead, and she saw that her eyelids had just opened a gap, and then closed them tightly again.

Zhao Ji was shocked.

He remembered that the "spirit of good fortune" he had absorbed had only five colors, not as colorful as the colorful light just now.

Zhao Ji let out a long sigh, and looked at Zhao Fujin who was standing silently by the bed after he appeared in surprise.

The little man, with his two little hands hanging down and crossed on his abdomen, his eyes closed like his mother Concubine Liu Gui, just stood by the bed.

A ball of light with colorful expressions and the same size as Zhao Fujin's head was quietly floating above Zhao Fujin's head.

This group of seven-color divine light was about half a foot away from Zhao Fujin's head, like the spiritual light behind the heads of the gods in the legend, clean and untainted, blooming brightly, making people unable to help but have infinite yearning when they look at it.

Great freedom, great enlightenment, great freedom, great liberation...

For a moment, I don't know how many kinds of good things came to Zhao Ji's heart one after another, making him almost jump out of bed.

At this time, the light of the seven-colored divine light, from the outside to the inside, passed through a ripple, which made Zhao Ji's mind, which was about to lose control, barely calm down.

Zhao Ji stared blankly at the colorful light above Zhao Fujin's head.

Zhao Fujin's eyes were still closed, as if he had no thoughts about the outside world, no reaction, and no awareness.

After all, Zhao Ji couldn't hold back his emotions, and sighed, "Dare to ask Tianzun, where did the so-called come from, can you tell me?"

At the last moment of jumping up, the impulse disappeared inexplicably, and Zhao Ji was still sitting on the bed after all, and did not get up.

He has every reason to believe that the colorful divine light floating above Zhao Fujin's head is definitely the "Heavenly Venerable" in the mouth of the miniature "Black Dragon".

The Lord had already appeared, and while Zhao Ji was expressing infinite emotion, he suddenly felt that his question had a sense of déjà vu.

"Dare to ask Lin Xian's family, where did the so-called come from?"

"Dare to ask Long Zun, where did the so-called come from?"

"Dare to ask Tianzun, where did the so-called come from?"

The greetings from front to back are just a name change, but there is no change in essence.

There are so many similar questions...

Lin Lingsu, miniature "Black Dragon", "Tianzun"...

The seven-colored divine light that Zhao Ji suspected to be the "Tianzun" trembled slightly, and a soft and pleasant voice said, "It's a pity!"

"If you can have more trust in this deity, you can definitely write all the names of Tiangang Disha and [-] Demon Lords silently."

Qicai Shenguang neither admitted that he was the "Tianzun" that Zhao Ji thought, but he did not deny his statement either.

Instead, he accidentally said something that made Zhao Ji feel quite inexplicable.

Zhao Ji was silent.

He remembered the story of the one hundred and eight demon kings of Tiangang Disha from his inexplicably controlled body when his soul left his body.

After pondering for a while, he finally spoke out his puzzled way, "It seems that Tian Zun seems to value Tiangang Disha, One Hundred and Eight Demon Lords a lot?"

"What's the reason?"

For Zhao Ji, the more secrets "Tianzun" reveals, the more thorough his understanding will be.

It will be more beneficial to him.

When all the truth is behind the fog, no matter how urgently you want to take action, you can't find a solution.

I can only look around in a daze, at a loss.

But as long as the mist is blown away by the breeze blowing from the corner, it will slowly increase in size and then disappear.

Combining the cause and effect, Zhao Ji finally discovered that all the designs of "Tianzun" revolved around the actions of the "one hundred and eight devils of heaven and earth".

So he cut straight to the point and asked the "Tianzun" this question.

The "Colorful Divine Light" jumped up and down slightly in the void, and Zhao Ji heard the startled roar of the Qi Luck Red Dragon in his ears.

Then ripples appeared in the void, and a void portal opened, and the huge body of the luck red dragon fell out of it.

Zhao Ji stared blankly at the luck red dragon that fell out of the void portal in a daze, and thought to himself that with the huge body of the luck red dragon, it is impossible to fit in the current sleeping room?

Could it be that the lucky red dragon will directly break the room?

However, a scene that surprised Zhao Ji happened.

I saw that the originally huge Qi Luck Red Dragon shrunk countless times after exiting the void portal.

When the originally tens of feet tall body fell out of the void portal, it had already become the size of a miniature "black dragon".

Zhao Ji's face was blank, looking at the luck red dragon less than half a foot, if it wasn't for the familiar connection in his mind.

There is no way to connect it with the originally mighty and majestic red dragon of luck that was confronting the green bull, the black dragon of luck and the yellow dragon of the Liao and Xia countries.

Qicai Shenguang asked softly, "Do you remember the scar on the Qiyun Red Dragon in front of you?"

Zhao Ji was startled.

In his eyes, the Luck Red Dragon, which was less than half an inch in size, suddenly swelled countless times, and re-formed into a huge body of tens of feet.

It looked gigantic, majestic and mighty, but it had scars that were shocking and unbearable to look at.

Under each piece of scale armor, dark red blood seeped out.

Every wound that rolls over represents the injury suffered by the luck red dragon, which will never heal.

Zhao Ji stared at the tragic scars on the Qiyun Chilong's body, feeling horrified.

Volume 59 Xianxia Outlaws of the Marsh Chapter [-]: Too late to regret after being destroyed

Under the reminder of Lin Lingsu that day, Zhao Ji saw for the first time the hidden injuries on the body of the Qi Luck Chilong, and he was already quite shocking.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it at that time, so he just glanced at it briefly, and there was no such shock as now.

Unlike the last time he was careless, this time Zhao Ji was really able to discern every detail, and observed even the tiniest scar on the body of the Qi Luck Red Dragon.

Zhao Ji couldn't help being surprised and shocked.

If it were an ordinary human being, with the terrifying injuries of the Qi Luck Chilong, he might have died long ago.

Fortunately, the luck red dragon is an invisible thing gathered by the country's luck, not a concrete creature of flesh and blood. The image Zhao Ji saw in front of him was only because he was the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, so he could relate to it .

Of course, it was more because he was able to see the lucky red dragon with his naked eyes after he absorbed the "good fortune" of the five-colored light that day.

There was a trace of fear in Zhao Ji's eyes.

He has already known for a long time now that the luck red dragon is the concrete image of a country's luck, representing the concrete image of a country's luck.

And the scarred red dragon in front of him undoubtedly showed that the Great Song Dynasty under his rule was definitely not like what he imagined, such as the prosperity of the world, peace in the sea, peace in the sea, prosperity in the country and peace in the people, prosperity and prosperity in Yuda.

Zhao Ji was originally an intelligent person, otherwise how could he have created his own unique "thin gold style" in calligraphy; besides calligraphy, his flower and bird paintings are also unique, known as "court style".

In addition to calligraphy and painting, Zhao Ji's poetry and prose attainments are also highly praised.

It's a pity that the higher the achievement in art, the more it will set off Zhao Ji's level of governing the country and lower the average level of the emperor.

However, when Zhao Fujin forced Zhao Ji to watch the desperate Chilong, he was finally able to sense his own crisis.

The state of the air luck red dragon represents the direction of the air luck of the Great Song Dynasty. The current appearance clearly shows that the Great Song Dynasty has reached a critical point of explosion.

Maybe some people, when disaster is imminent, will imitate the appearance of an ostrich, bury their heads in the sand, and turn their buttocks outward, deceiving themselves and others.

For example, in the real history, Song Huizong Zhao Ji, at the critical moment when the Jin soldiers approached the city and besieged Bianliang City in Tokyo, hurriedly "resigned" to his son Zhao Huan, but he himself became the Supreme Emperor to avoid the crisis.

However, after sacrificing many concubines, princesses and clan women, as well as countless money and treasures, they still failed to keep Bianliang City in Tokyo.

The Jin people broke through the city of Bianliang in Tokyo in the Great Song Dynasty. Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, and his son Zhao Huan, Emperor Qinzong of the Song Dynasty, became captives of the Jin people together.

When Zhao Ji was sent to the Five Kingdoms City by the Jinren, he began a miserable life of imprisonment, and finally realized his own incompetence.

Wrote "The westerly wind shattered the door all night, and the lonely house in the depression was dimmed. Looking back three thousand miles at home, there are no wild geese flying south of the mountain."

He hoped that Song Gaozong Zhao Gou would send someone to the north to save him when he became the emperor's son in the south, but he never expected that Song Gaozong killed Yue Fei who was leading the battle when the situation in the Northern Expedition was going well.

Signed the "Shaoxing Peace Agreement" with the Jin people, which humiliated the country and humiliated the country, and bowed their heads to the Jin people. How could they expect the safety of their father and brother?

Although the current Zhao Ji has not experienced the humiliating second half of his life, he has even more bizarre encounters.

Because of absorbing the "good fortune" of the colorful divine light, a supernatural seed has evolved, which can communicate with the lucky red dragon.

Therefore, after seeing the bloody scars on the body of the Qi Luck Red Dragon, he suddenly woke up as if he had been hit by a blow.

However, he is used to being the emperor of Taiping, and the only bit of ambition left in his heart has long since been indulged in pleasure, coupled with the flattery and flattery of Cai Jing, Liang Shicheng, Yang Jian, Tong Guan, Li Yan and others after he ascended the throne. Completely disappeared without a trace.

It's like an ordinary person who suddenly encounters a tragic scene, but will have an extremely uncomfortable reaction.

Under the scale armor of the Qi Luck Red Dragon, there were pale wounds that could not be closed, like small mouths of babies, and dark dry blood, which made Zhao Ji feel sick and unbearable, and couldn't help but bow his head and vomit.

Zhao Fujin looked at Zhao Ji's weak behavior coldly.

When Zhao Ji had almost vomited, he sneered and said, "As the Son of Heaven, you should be clear about it."

"The fate of the subjugated emperors of all dynasties."