In the ten-mile maple forest, time flies, and it has been three years since Zhidi returned.

The Marquis of Blood Clothing died in battle, and there was an additional spiritual position on the side of the Marquis of Daxia, wrapped in a corpse for thousands of years.

Even so, generations of Daxia Wuhou still guarded this great country without regrets.

In the beginning of the spring of this year, outside the imperial city, carriages rumbled, and a person with special identities came to the Ten Mile Maple Forest.

On the carriage, Xia Xiyao walked down and helped a middle-aged man walk down. The middle-aged man dressed simply but had a very extraordinary atmosphere.

The middle-aged man was only about forty years old, but his hair was mostly white and his face was exhausted.

"Father, be careful."

Xia Xiyao held her father and said worriedly.

Emperor Xia walked off the carriage and walked step by step towards the maple forest.

"Hou!"

Emperor Xia looked at the white-haired man and saluted respectfully.

"If you are not in good health, don't come here."

Ning Chen looked at the contemporary emperor of the Daxia dynasty in front of him, and said calmly.

"Hou has been back for so long, and I should have come to visit him long ago."

Emperor Xia spoke with emotion, "I have grown up listening to the legend of Hou since I was a child, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see Hou's true face."

"Is there anything wrong with Your Majesty here?" Ning Chen asked.

"I want to ask the lord, I ascended the throne at the age of sixteen and have been in power for twenty-five years. Since I took over the throne, I have never dared to relax for a moment. I dare not say that I am a wise ruler of the ages, but I am definitely not a fool. Why, my Daxia is still in constant wars and people are living in poverty?" Emperor Xia said with a confused look on his face.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to do everything yourself."

Ning Chen looked at the forty-year-old emperor of Daxia, who was already covered in white hair, and whispered, "Learn to delegate power."

When Emperor Xia heard this, he looked puzzled and said, "That's so simple?"

“It’s that simple.”

Ning Chen said calmly, "Do you think the people are more valuable than the king or the king is less valuable than the people?"

Emperor Xia was silent, and after a moment, he replied, "The people are noble and the king is gentle."

"The king is valued by the people, and the people are valued by the people. Similarly, the people are valued by the king, and the king is valued by the king."

Ning Chen looked into the distance and continued, "I ask you whether the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble. You hesitated. In fact, in your heart, you still think that the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the people are noble or the

Emperor Xia remained silent and did not respond.

Ning Chen turned around, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "At the beginning, I and the military advisor of Beimeng were determined to promote the arrival of a prosperous era for hundreds of generations, with the same purpose. However, at that time, Daxia and Beimeng Royal Court fought hard. Why do you think this is?"

"There are different positions." Xia Emperor replied.

"Good, different positions."

Ning Chen said calmly, "Just do Northern Mongolia and Daxia, there are also different positions between the court and the people, but different positions do not mean confrontation. When will the kings of Daxia regard the people as the most important and the people as the king as the most important, perhaps there will be much less wars."

When Emperor Xia heard this, a thoughtful look flashed across his face. After a long time, he bowed respectfully and said, "Receive the teaching."

"Go back, there are many capable ministers in Daxia. Learn to give their rights to them. Similarly, give more rights to the people. At that time, you will not be as tired as you are now." Ning Chen advised.

Emperor Xia nodded, and Xia Xiyao saluted respectfully, and then helped his father leave in a carriage.

Just when Zhiming lived in the maple forest for a long time, the confrontation between the heavens, the immortal realm, the human saints and the eleven innate saints also reached the limit of stalemate.

In the first fight, no one took advantage of the double score. Although all the saints on earth have become saints, they have been fighting from mortals to saints all the way, and their combat experience is far beyond the reach of innate saints, and their combat power is amazing.

In the void, the Lord of Darkness finally had a black spear surging fiercely, staring at the holy saints in the fairyland, with murderous intent on their faces not at all.

In the fairyland, in front of the saints, Fan Lingyue's figure slowly rose and finally chose to take action himself.

"It's you!"

The Lord of Darkness looked at the woman in front of him and said coldly, "I remember you."

Above the fairyland, Fan Lingyue stared at the Lord of Darkness ahead, and the moon was bright all over her body.

"Three moves."

Fan Lingyue said lightly, "Come on."

When the Lord of Darkness heard this, his face looked angry, his figure flashed and he instantly came to the front.

The black spear passed by, and the moment it touched the moon-white light, the two forces hit each other, and the dark force quickly dissipated.

Fan Lingyue stretched out her hand, but her slender and green fingers were better than any magic weapon, and she directly grabbed the black spear.

With a thump, the black spear collapsed, the face of the Lord of Dark changed slightly, the bridge of the Great Way behind him appeared, and the power of darkness instantly reached its limit.

With a palm of the sky, the Lord of Darkness counterattacked, trying to severely hurt the woman in front of him.

Anyone who listens to the moon step, avoids the palm force, condenses the body with a slender hand, and penetrates directly into the former's chest.

A shocking scene, blood splattered all over the sky, Fan Lingyue looked at the Lord of Darkness in front of her indifferently and said lightly, "It seems that I am looking up to you."

After saying that, the moon rose around Fan Lingyue and directly shook the Lord of Darkness.

A hundred feet away, the Lord of Dark stopped, vomited blood, and a black air surging to repair the injury.

After only two moves, the Lord of Darkness and the ten innate saints looked shocked and angry, looking at the woman in the world ahead, with fear in her eyes.

In the void, Fan Lingyue looked at the eleven innate saints in front of her and said coldly, "Is there anyone else to fight?"

The eleven innate saints looked extremely ugly. They were all saints, and the strength of the woman in front of them was beyond imagination.

I'm afraid that no one can suppress this human woman except the gods of the Eighth Heaven.

"I would like to ask for a few questions."

At this time, the Mo Lord, who had not spoken, stepped forward and said calmly.

"Zhiming said that you were his master."

Fan Lingyue stared at the old man in white robe with a fairy spirit in front of him, and said indifferently.

"Thirteenth son is good, it exceeds my expectations."

Master Mo spoke and said with a smile, "Grade is better than blue than blue. This master really wants to fight him."

"No, you don't have this chance."

As the words fell, the figure of Lingyue moved instantly, inside and outside the fairyland, the saints only saw a flash of moonlight flashing, which was incredibly fast.

The Mo Lord's expression also condensed, and his whole body was filled with colorful light, and his cultivation was fully opened.

In the colorful light, Fan Lingyue's figure suddenly stopped, but her body was uncontrollable.

The Mo Lord walked in the colorful light and came to the human woman ahead.

"Young man, you're still too anxious."

The Mo Lord raised his hand, and the colorful light rose, swallowing the woman ahead.

"So, this is your ability."

At this time, a sneer flashed in Fan Lingyue's eyes, saying, "No wonder Luo Xingchen would rather sacrifice his life than send that arrow, which is a terrible ability to reverse the reality and reality. However, I am not Luo Xingchen, I am stronger than him!"

With a word, Fan Lingyue raised her hand and directly grabbed Master Mo's right shoulder and threw it towards the distant mountain.

boom!

With a loud shock, thousands of miles away, mountains collapsed and rocks fell like rain.
Chapter completed!