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boom!

boom!

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A few months ago, in the spring of the thirty-one year of Qianheng, there was extremely lively in the capital of God, and a tide-like crowd rushed to the Temple of Heaven.

All officials gathered around, accompanied by bells and drums and salutes, the prince in a dragon robe slowly climbed the steps.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live, long live!"

"My Emperor..."

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Accompanied by cheers and bowing like tsunamis, the ceremony of worshiping heaven ended. Under the attention of the crowd, the new emperor succeeded to the throne and changed his name to "Yonghe".

The ceremony of ascension to the throne was very complicated, but Xue Dilong was not impatient at all. He felt the cheers and bows around him, and his eyes looked at the Temple of Heaven.

Some things, even if you have already obtained them, you still have to be famous to achieve perfection.

For example, at this moment.

Emperor Qianheng has been captured for more than half a year. In the past six months, the two have wiped out all the masters and officials, and the princes have already obtained the actual situation.

But until now, he really saw the gathering of luck.

Buzz!

Only a few people can see that above the Temple of Heaven, the clouds were like the sea, and a brilliant golden dragon of luck soared in it, stretching its wings and minions, making a dragon roar in all directions.

Luck comes from people.

A simple individual, no matter how strong his luck is, it cannot be compared with a systemic dynasty.

Because the fortune of the king is drawn from the people of the world, the people submit to each other, and the fortune will rise up and have this fortune.

Therefore, whenever the dynasty is at its peak, the fortune will be prosperous. When the dynasty declines, the fortune will decline.

In the final analysis, it still depends on the people.

At this time, the lucky dragon in the sea of ​​clouds was less than one-seventh of the time when the dynasty was at its peak. Although it still had a dragon shape, it seemed weak and thin.

At the same time, a stream of black air came from all directions, binding its minions, hands and feet. This is a hidden dragon with a rebellious mind in the world.

In addition, this dragon lacked eyes, but Zhang Yuanzhu borrowed it from the beginning of the founding of the country.

One of them is to refine magic tools, and the second is to suppress the person who is to suppress Liansheng Sect...

The consequence is that his descendants are often foolish and easily believe in slanderous ministers and are deceived by others.

"What a simple year name, Yonghe..."

Xue Dilong laughed, but he didn't look at the new emperor who was in harmony with him. Instead, he took a deep breath and felt the gathering of luck.

The road to supporting the dragon is so hard, and now it is naturally the time to harvest.

With the fortune of a country and the way to nourish a person, this is the beauty of supporting the dragon court. With this aura, his Taoist art can be achieved.

hold head high!

However, at this moment, his heart suddenly trembled and he heard a stern whine.

This sound comes from the golden dragon of luck circling on the Temple of Heaven.

"Um?!"

Xue Dilong's pupils shrank.

I saw the dragon roaring above the sea of ​​clouds, and the golden dragon of luck kept crying, and black dirty blood flowed out of its right eye.

"This is, backlash?!"

Xue Dilong's expression changed rapidly, and he didn't even look at the new emperor who suddenly fell on the Temple of Heaven, but looked at him.

Along the black blood, his eyes seemed to float beyond thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the familiar and unfamiliar Dayan Mountain.

I saw the kind old woman walking out of the mountains and forests...

"She has come out of seclusion?"

At this moment, the sun was hanging high, but Xue Dilong had to sweat in a cold sweat. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. When he looked at it again, his eyes couldn't help but lit up.

Events will take many days, but the change of luck may be just a moment.

He looked at it intently, but he felt that the moment the old woman came out of the mountain, the energy that was spread all over the world fell sharply.

And the first one to bear the brunt is Northwest Road!

The gathering place of the Northwest Dao's energy that once shone as bright as a fire and could not even peek at was now covered by thick black.

Seeing this, Xue Dilong's heart was still solemn, but he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Over the years, the Northwest Dao Rebellion has become a major concern for him. The clinging legs in Qingzhou are so powerful that they are almost as powerful as Zhang Yuanzhu back then.

Fortunately...

"The mud legs are about to be exhausted..."

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How difficult is it to support the building to collapse?

When the few months in the book became a reality, Wang Muzhi truly felt the indescribable pressure.

"The world comes with luck and the world is the same, and the heroes are not free..."

After putting down the file, Wang Muzhi couldn't help but shake his head.

This sentence is used by individuals and is extremely accurate, and it is the same when used by the court.

With his help, it is actually not difficult for Xu Wenji to clean the temple. The 200,000 imperial guards and the Shence army are in hand, which is enough to resist the army of the Right Khan of the Golden Tent royal court.

But when people's hearts are dispersed, it will be difficult to condense.

When Qianheng was captured, all the ministers had their own thoughts, and as the new emperor of the court was about to ascend the throne, all kinds of thoughts became increasingly difficult to integrate.

It is a tough guy to suppress a fashion, but it is difficult to last.

In the final analysis, those ministers who accompanied him and the commanders of the Shence Army were mostly from Wanlongdao and Jiangnandao, and they had no interest in resisting the Hu people here.

"After the war last winter, the Hu army temporarily retreated, which is suspected to be related to the Seven Killing Kings..."

Qiu Zhanyu reported in a deep voice.

His body was full of blood, and he obviously had just come down from the battlefield.

"Seven Kills, seven Kills..."

Wang Muzhi gently rubbed his temples, but his heart was bright.

The so-called Seven Killing Kings are probably what I saw in the dark, the commander of the Hu people.

It was this person who led the Hu people to break through the border, slaughter the Central Plains, and finally seized the magical artifact...

Unfortunately, he saw only a corner of the glimpse of that year, and he had not been able to see the future again for many years.

"Where is the teacher?"

"The old man just fell asleep. He was so tired all the way. This is not something that can be compensated by elixirs..."

Qiu Zhanyu replied:

"teacher……"

Wang Muzhi sighed in his heart, but there was no way, so he had to turn around and not talk about it:

"After this war, the Hu people retreated temporarily, but it has been peaceful for several years. However, after the war is over, there are more problems..."

"Yes, after this battle, many generals of the Shence Army wrote a letter to return to Shendu. If it weren't for the princess's iron-blooded suppression, I would be afraid that the morale of the army would be in chaos."

Qiu Zhanyu couldn't help but sigh.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After years of war, Longyuan Road suffered heavy losses, including Longyuan Guard, less than 200,000 soldiers who can fight.

This kind of force is barely enough to defend the three borders together.

If the imperial guards of the court, especially the Shence Army, withdraw, I am afraid that the war will recur in the future and will have no resistance...

"These imperial guards are mostly from families of Wanlongdao, so how could they be willing to work hard for Mud Legs?"

When he opened the door, it was late at night. Wang Muzhi was walking in the courtyard. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

"Mr. Wang?"

Qiu Zhanyu keenly realized something was wrong. As soon as he chased him out, he saw Wang Muzhi disappear and left in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to say a word of explanation.
To be continued...