Fantasy: Me! Start To Create a Secret Building! Chapter 58: : The battle for the throne! Come again from 4 Fang Pavilion!

　　 "I'll talk about this later, I will save your father first!"

　　The thirteen ancestors took the ten thousand years of earth chalcedony in the hands of Xia Qiuhan, turned and disappeared into the forbidden ground.

　　 If the Emperor Daxia died, the entire Daxia Dynasty would be plunged into turmoil.

　　 Xia Qiuhan hasn't grown up yet, and there are two other dynasties who are eagerly watching. Even if the thirteen ancestors, the half-step supreme, sits in town, it will not help.

　　 Watching the thirteen ancestors disappear, Xia Qiuhan's tight heart finally relaxed.

　　 But before she was relieved, she saw a young **** rushing into the forbidden area in a hurry.

　　 "Princess, it's not good, the second prince... he robbed you of your jade seal!"

　　 "What?!"

　　 Upon hearing this, Xing Tian's face changed drastically.

　　 Xia Qiuhan and Liu's eyebrows also wrinkled slightly, and said coldly: "Go, go back to the Hall of Supreme Harmony!"

　　……

　　 Waiting for Xia Qiuhan to rush to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, which has been heavily guarded.

In the hall of 　　, a young man dressed in a bright yellow python robe, somewhat similar to Xia Qiuhan, is sitting on a dragon chair.

　　"Sister, you leave the palace privately and ignore the dynasty's affairs. Can you be found guilty?"

　　 The second prince Xia Dongchen didn't say anything when they met, and directly questioned him harshly.

　　"The second prince, the position of the supervising the country, was appointed by several ancestors, you must not mistake yourself!"

　　 Xingtian stepped forward, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice.

　　 Hearing this, Xia Dongchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a chill in the depths of his eyes:

　　 "It's just a dog of my Xia family. What qualifications do you have to bark here?"

　　"Come on, pull this person out and abolish the cultivation base!"

　　 A dog in Xia's family?

　　 Xing Tian's face suddenly became gloomy when he heard this.

　　 But, just when he was about to say something, Xia Qiuhan reached out and stopped him, whispering:

　　"Brother Emperor, several ancestors are not Xia's surnames, do you mean these ancestors in your remarks?"

　　嘭!

As soon as 　　's voice fell, Xia Dongchen slapped the table abruptly, his face was cold and said: "Sister, don't take things out of context!"

　　"Second emperor brother, several ancestors handed over the position of prison to me. What do you mean by sitting on the dragon chair now? Don’t it..."

　　 Speaking of this, Xia Qiuhan took a step forward, and invisible coercion filled the whole hall.

　　"Are you trying to...conquer rebellion?"

　　 "Xia Qiuhan, you..."

　　 Xia Dongchen abruptly stood up from the dragon chair, glaring at him, but couldn't say a word.

　　 Xing Tian bowed his head, looked at Xia Qiuhan, and then at Xia Dongchen, who was irritated and pale, and sighed helplessly.

　　 The other princes are really not comparable in front of Xia Qiuhan. The princess’s aura is really too strong!

　　 In Xia Qiuhan's body, the queen's power is already faintly visible!

　　 "Xia Qiuhan, there has never been a precedent for women to imprison the country in the Daxia Dynasty. This is against the ancestral system! When you die, what face is there to see the ancestors?"

　　 Xia Dongchen shouted sharply.

　　 However, as soon as his voice fell, a terrifying coercion came and threw him directly from the dragon chair.

　　 "Thirteen Ancestors!"

　　 Feeling the pressure, Xia Qiuhan hurriedly bowed and saluted.

　　"Huh, it's really shameful. If you don't accept the Qiuhan Supervisory State, you can challenge yourself and prove yourself, taking advantage of the danger, what face do you have to meet the ancestors?"

Beside the 　　 dragon chair, the figure of the thirteen ancestors slowly emerged.

　　 Seeing the thirteen ancestors, Xia Dongchen also quickly got up from the ground.

　　 "Thirteen ancestors, I..."

　　 "Stop talking, from today, you will retreat in the mansion, don't open up the gods, don't think about it!"

　　The Thirteenth Ancestor gave him a cold look, then cast his gaze on Xia Qiuhan, urgently.

　　"What is going on with the Tianji Pavilion you mentioned earlier? Why do you know the whereabouts of the chalcedony in the heart of the earth?"

　　"Return to the thirteen ancestors..."

　　 Immediately, Xia Qiuhan recounted the appearance of the heavenly secret list and his journey to the heavenly secret pavilion, except that the fall of the sword **** was hidden.

　　 The senior of the Tianji Pavilion seemed unwilling to let her intervene in the matter of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

　　 Hearing this, the thirteen ancestors frowned.

　　"Peek into the power of the secret? Can you even see through the soul domain?"

　　"Where did this Tianji Pavilion come from?"

　　 "Why have you never heard of the name of Jige Pavilion that day?"

　　 Xia Qiuhan folded his hands and asked: "Thirteenth Ancestor, in that Crossing Soul Realm, there are indeed the dragon veins of my Great Xia Dynasty, but why do those dragon veins hate the dynasty so much?"

　　 The thirteen ancestors shook his head slightly: "The old man was also very surprised. I didn't expect the incomplete dragon veins of my dynasty to appear in the Soul Crossing Realm."

　　 "The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, did you tell me anything?"

　　 Xia Qiuhan shook his head.

　　The thirteen ancestors pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "Qiuhan, you go to the Tianji Pavilion again to see if you can ask the source of the incomplete dragon veins in the soul domain!"

　　 "If I can collect the incomplete dragon veins, it would be a great thing for my Daxia Dynasty!"

　　 "If possible, see if the Lord of the Pavilion of the Day can be invited to the Dynasty!"

　　 Upon hearing this, Xia Qiuhan bowed and said: "Qiuhan takes the lead, but..."

　　 "If you want to buy news in Tianji Pavilion, you need to pay for the equivalent items."

　　Thirteen ancestors thought for a moment, and with a flick of his fingers, a folding fan flew towards Xia Qiuhan, floating quietly in front of her.

The 　　 folding fan exudes a strong holy power, and the surrounding space is actually distorted.

　　"Holy...Holy soldiers?!"

　　 aside, Xia Dongchen stared at the folding fan with fiery eyes.

　　"This is the saint captured by the old man beheading a demon saint, and he should be able to buy and collect information about the broken dragon veins."

　　 "Thirteenth Ancestor, what kind of heavenly secret pavilion, spying on heavenly secret, sounds like a liar, you even took out the holy soldiers to give him?"

　　 Xia Dongchen said very upset.

　　If you can give yourself a holy soldier...

　　 "Shut up!" The thirteen ancestors shouted angrily: "There are so many strange people and strange things in this world~IndoMTL.com~If you don't have a broad heart, you will never be the emperor!"

　　 Xia Dongchen shrank his neck, and quickly closed his mouth, but still disdainful in his heart.

　　 "Qiuhan, you leave immediately, don't delay!"

　　 Xia Qiuhan put away the holy soldiers, bowed his hands in a salute, took Xing Tian, ​​and rushed to the Tianji Pavilion again.

　　 Xia Dongchen also reluctantly left the Hall of Supreme Harmony, looking at Xia Qiuhan's back, his face gloomy.

　　 "Hmph, a woman, what qualifications does she have to be the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty!"

　　"Tianji Pavilion, this prince destroyed the Tianji Pavilion first, let's see how you can complete the task of the thirteenth ancestor!"

　　 Xia Dongchen snorted coldly, looked at the personal guard behind him, and said coldly:

　　 "Let the two saints go to the wild land and level the pavilion of the day!"

　　 "Yes!"

　　……

　　 When Xia Qiuhan and Xia Dongchen left, the Heavenly Sword Holy Land in the Wild Region finally ushered in a helper.

　　 "Elder Fu Heng, are you alone?"

　　The Heavenly Sword Saint Master looked at the old man in front of him, a little worried.

　　 "Isn't one old man enough?"

　　 The saint known as Fu Heng glanced at the Heavenly Sword Saint Lord, dissatisfied.

　　 "On that day, the pavilion master of the machine pavilion, you can kill the saint, and there is a saint puppet, I'm afraid it is..."

　　The Heavenly Sword Master thought of the ancestor of the Sword God, and he could not help but reminded in a deep voice.

　　"The old man is proficient in the formation, isn't the Saint King-level formation not enough to destroy a small Tianji Pavilion?"

　　 Fu Heng hummed coldly.

　　"Sage King level formation!"

　　The Heavenly Sword Master swallowed dryly, and clenched his fists.

　　 "Please, Elder Fu Heng, avenge my ancestors!"