Archfiend Chapter 753: : Golden Temple (2)

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How similar to the last trip to the three provinces, but this time, Xu Yangyi did not have a trace of leisure and elegance. The time of the billions of people on the earth is in him and the real Black Mountain.

He has no reason to back off.

The world wars, there is no way out for the earth.

Neither did he see that in the golden core, the Liuhe Karma Lamp was shining more and more.

Cause and effect, cause and effect, cause and effect. He started the preparations for the earth, and he appealed to the whole world for the war on the world. Now, everything he does for the earth is of great cause and effect.

The husband of the world, the rebellious journey of all things, the time person, the passer-by of a hundred generations. How many golden pills slapped all over it is difficult to find their own cause and effect. In fact, sometimes it is not not found, but found, and I dare not push myself to the last moment. In the choice between righteousness and self, the latter was chosen.

Heaven and man are fighting for the front, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

"Master! The Hall of Preserving Harmony breaks through!" "The official! Let's go! The Hall of Harmony is also broken!!"

There was a scream in the Palace of Jinluan. Zhu Changluo held Chunjun in his hand and waved his hand. Unexpectedly, Chunjun did not resist this time and cut through the throats of the surrounding ghost eunuchs and concubines.

"The emperor died in the village, and the emperor guarded the gate of the country. This is the death of Taizong Taizong. Now you dare to persuade me to flee? To be the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty?"

He glanced at the people contemptuously, then sneered: "I don't know how to be ashamed."

In Xu Yangyi's eyes, the Golden Luang Temple was already in front of him. He didn't even feel what was inside, he had no intention of retreating in his heart, his figure was tens of meters tall, and he rushed straight to the Jinluan Palace.

No matter what you have, never back away. This is one's own path, one's own righteousness, and a struggle for ideas.

"Wow!" The antique door was knocked open by the violent black spirit, and all the windows were blown and hunted. As if the presence of death.

It's pitch black here.

Although I have lit countless candles, it makes people feel like hell. The tall candles illuminate the Golden Luang Temple with bright lights. There was only one person in the hall, and all other places were clothes pierced by swords.

In a few seconds, the doors and windows stopped humming, and the backlit walked into the Golden Luang Temple, Xu Yangyi dragged a trace of sparks on the ground with a long sword in his hand.

"Ming Guangzong, the real man is here to kill you."

Across from him, on the Kowloon Throne, sits a middle-aged man.

Drunk and lying down with the golden dragon, gently shook the jade bone fan. He wears a crown of golden silky beauties with dragon wings and an embroidered dragon robe with a disc collar and narrow sleeves. The appearance is not outstanding, but sitting there, it seems to be sacred and inviolable, the invisible aura, as if it can be worshipped by the world.

He can't see his face clearly, he is a strange spirit body. The whole body exudes a thick life. A cup in one hand and a sword in the other. The opponent stood up slowly.

"Where did I lose?"

No answer, because at this moment, the third "click" sounded in the sky.

Three years have passed!

It's very light, but it resounds in Xu Yangyi's heart. A man has something to do and what he doesn't do, and he must be more responsible. It was he who told the world about the Great War of the Ten Thousand Worlds, but now, this is his result. He didn't want to escape, and he couldn't escape.

He didn't answer the other party's words at all. His figure had already turned into a pitch-black storm, and the Golden Temple was split every inch where he passed. In the middle of a ravine torn by violent spiritual power, a bit of cold light followed like a shadow, piercing Ming Guangzong's chest.

On the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes to the west, flying immortals outside the sky.

"Dang!" However, what greeted him was a dazzling sword light, a pure white sword without wind, unexpectedly took Xu Yangyi's sword.

"I advise you not to act rashly." Zhu Changluo didn't seem to be annoyed at all, spreading his right hand, two small coffins appeared in his palms. It is made of pure gold with complicated craftsmanship. One is engraved with the character of heaven and the other is engraved with the character of earth.

"You'd better sit down. I am the real last emperor. I will give you to sit." He turned his back, and didn't care about Xu Yangyi's long sword pointing at him: "If you don't want...I can only blend into these two Things."

Xu Yangyi took a deep breath and suppressed the overturned killing intent in his heart, holding the sword and leaning against a dragon pillar. Zhu Changluo sat on the dragon chair, and a glass of wine floated: "Grape wine luminous cup, I give you this cup."

Xu Yangyi took the wine glass and drank it.

Don't be anxious... If Zhu Changluo is really desperate, and the world and the corpse become one, he can't afford it.

The wire of time is slowly tightening, and slowly relaxing. One of his choices is wrong, I am afraid it is ten years of life.

"Good wine." The mouth is mellow, like a flame that shoots directly at the dantian, but there is no smell of alcohol. He smiled but said: "The true person will also toast you a glass, so as to avoid the west out of Yangguan."

"I have a story." Zhu Changluo also drank it, tapping his hand gently with the fan: "A story that I have hidden for a long time."

Without waiting for Xu Yangyi to speak, he seemed to have been holding back for hundreds of years, looking at the carved beams and paintings, and the majestic golden temple roof, slowly said: "I don't know why I woke up."

"But I just woke up. At that time, it was not like this here."

"This mountain is not a real mountain. It is the mountain that Taizu invited the great monk to move it. Because this is the last dragon vein in China. However, this dragon vein was knocked out of a huge hole by something unknown. ." He lifted the gorgeous dragon robe and pointed to the sky: "It is it, Aiqing should have seen it too."

"You don’t need to ask me how it was formed, what caused such a big hole here. I don’t know, but I know..." He picked up the wine glass and played gently: "Here is one The place is the place I can never go. That... is the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, the abyss of the Hades. Moreover, the one who opened it should be the same thing as the monster that knocked Tianshou Mountain out of such a big hole."

"I, I blocked it with some treasures." He mentioned it casually, and then changed the subject: "For hundreds of years, I have resurrected the buried people one by one, and then...I waited for myself again His sons and grandsons came here one by one. Until... I met him."

Xu Yangyi pondered for a moment: "Andre?"

"Do you know it?" Zhu Changluo suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Yangyi with a fiery gaze: "It is a devil, you are right in saying that. It... even came here before me. It has been hiding there. Dao Jiuyou cracked. Until I built the Daming Palace, it finally appeared."

He poured himself a glass of wine again, and said mockingly: "It tells me many things. I can only believe it. The gap between yin and yang is not a lie. I can't get out of the ground at all. After hundreds of years of temptation, I I also know some of its details."

"This devil is not a creature in our realm. I believe that my eyes, although they have a good relationship with me, but in their eyes, I am probably a member of ordinary sentient beings. And it... is because of what The thing hit this dragon vein before it was brought here." He leaned forward slightly, as if smiling: "Twenty years ago, it suddenly became extremely intelligent. It was a wicked intelligence. But suddenly he was seriously injured. , I had to get out of the crack and ask for help."

"It thinks it knows everything about me. However, I am a generation of emperors, how can it understand the emperor's heart." He laughed, threw away the wine glass in his hand, and picked up Chunjun next to him: "The following story, if you can kill me, I will tell you."

"Come on, madman who wants to kill the king, let me try the three-foot green front in your hand."

Xu Yangyi looked at Ming Guangzong deeply.

He is not good in the history of Heavenly Dao. He doesn't know how to evaluate Ming Guangzong in history, but the man in front of him, or male ghost, is not cowardly or stupid.

As a generation of emperors, it is a shame to be killed to the Golden Temple. However, the other party did not escape, nor did he choose to integrate the two corpses naturally. He did not know whether it was because he finally discovered that Andre was only using him as a chess piece, or the emperor’s dignity could not tolerate his own soul parasitic on the two corpses. Maybe this It will always be a mystery.

However, the other party still did.

Get up, drew the sword, holding the hilt in both hands, and slowly said: "The real wolf poison, Xu Yangyi, waiting to be taught."

Zhu Changluo Chunjun obliquely pointed out: "The Fourteen Emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Ming Guangzong, are here."

Silence.

In the Temple of Jinluan, only the shadow of the candle swayed.

In the next second, the two drew their swords at the same time. Without a pause, Chunjun flashed a white sword light in mid-air. With a noble and unparalleled aura, he and Zhu Changluo became one, cutting out similar gold. Dan's blow!

A mortal, without any spiritual power, is still a spiritual body, whose power can approach the golden core.

The body joins the sword.

"Happiness, hurry!" Zhu Changluo laughed loudly: "For the first time in hundreds of years, Chunjun is in harmony with me. Wolf poison, die!"

"Swipe!" Turning back is another sword. It can be seen that his martial arts are extremely deep. Although it was the skill of a mortal, what he was holding at the moment was Chunjun, one of the top ten holy swords. The sword aura went through the air, and the candles around him were all extinguished.

"When" Xu Yangyi took the sword easily, but he didn't make any fun. For some reason, he even had sympathy and respect for the last emperor in front of him.

"Kill!" Zhu Changluo smiled up to the sky, with three backhand swords, the angle was extremely tricky, the three sword qi directly smashed the entire Golden Luang Temple to collapse, and even Chun Jun was screaming in Weng Ming.

However... it is still too slow.

Xu Yangyi took the three swords, but still did not fight back. Zhu Changluo stabbed with the next sword, already implicitly angry: "Lymphomaniac, why is this!"

"Pity?"

"Poor?"

"Put away your cheap sympathy~IndoMTL.com~ I am the emperor, sitting on the world, when will it be your turn to have a pitiful cloth!"

This sword, the sword ran with the roar, sound like thunder, the pure white sword light turned into a white phoenix, neighing and rushing out of the hall. Wherever he went, the ground cracked every inch.

"Push!" Xu Yangyi shot a **** arrow on his right shoulder. The wound was neither deep nor painful. The opponent didn't understand the use of spiritual power at all. With this mortal skill, no matter how deep he was, he couldn't hurt him.

At this moment, the fourth "click" came. Like a death knell for souls.

The fourth year...

Xu Yangyi took a deep breath, and the sword pointed diagonally: "Offended."

"The real person, send you on the road."

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