"This is a sacrifice to the Dragon King of Wu Gorge. This area is so steep that there is a Dragon King living in the legend. If there is a slight disrespect, the ship will be unlucky!" A man lowered his voice and whispered.

However, at this moment, a shadow of a green mountain rose rapidly in the distant river water and quickly approached.

The people in the boat saw clearly: "The Dragon King appears, it is the Dragon King..."

Each of them was so scared that they were not possessed. Although they couldn't see it very clearly, they only had a little shadow under the water. However, the Dragon King, at least ten feet long and was a giant.

Even the monkeys on both sides of the strait were frightened and climbed towards the cliff in panic, and hid far away for a while.

The people on the boat were so scared that they urinated, but they saw the shadow of the Dragon King suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, the boat was originally shaking like a galloping horse in the torrent, and it disappeared in all directions. Then the boat suddenly became extremely stable. The speed was dozens of times faster, and the scenery on both sides was almost impossible to see clearly.

"Look, look!" Someone shouted: "It is the Dragon King carrying our ship..."

Fan Jing looked on and saw the green scales faintly exposed under the water. In the sun, he emitted a dazzling light.

"Thank you for your blessing from the Dragon King, thank you for your blessing from the Dragon King..." Everyone prayed one after another.

In just a few hours, the boat left Wu Gorge. The underwater dragon shadow disappeared.

When everyone was about to calm down, they heard a thick and solemn voice sounding in the air: "I send a message to the future emperor..."

After saying that, the sound was lingering. It echoed in the river and the air.

The future emperor?

Fan Jing was shocked. It seemed that the Fan family was really going to prosper. Even the Dragon King had to curry favor with him.

"I don't know if this future emperor is talking about the general or the prince... It seems that the prince is probably going to have more..."

Thinking of it, my heart was extremely awe.

A few days later, when Fan Jing came to Chengzhou City, Fan Yi had already received the news.

As I was playing, a sneer appeared on my face.

On that day, the army entered Chengzhou, so naturally they had to pass by Wu Gorge, but they did not see any trace of the Dragon King.

However, this is not surprising. Although according to the military rituals, when sending troops, we must pray to the master of the army, the gods of the rivers, seas, and the gods of the earthly gods where the army wants to pass.

But, which god would be so stupid that he dared to stand in front of the army?

Even the army is operating. These gods are hiding all of them, for fear of catching up with the evil spirit of the army.

However, this Wuxia Dragon King is really interesting! He actually carried a boat for Fan Jing himself...

Humph, it’s really a pity! At this moment, Fan Yi had already made up his mind to kill the Dragon King.

"Let Fan Jing come in!" As he said that, Fan Yi gave an order.

In a moment, a young man came in agile and knelt down and bowed to the ground: "Fan Jing worships the prince!"

"It's all a family, not a lot of politeness!"

Fan Yi smiled and looked over empty-handedly. Sure enough, he saw a thin layer of light on Fan Jing's body, shaped like a dragon. Pan Fu's body.

After seeing this, I realized a little bit in my heart. I felt a little interesting. Now the Fan family is in the rising period, not only are there some strange people around him.

Then Fan Zhen would not be surrounded by him, especially the Feng family father and son who had a deep relationship with Fan Zhen. Although he started with Confucianism and Taoism, it was not that simple...

Fan Zhen has such a personal guard around him. Fan Yi doesn't believe that those people can't see it, and has never reminded Fan Zhen.

Although killing such a person will cause some luck. But after all, the Fan family has control over the four states and the military power is strong. If it is a loss, it is not impossible to afford it.

In this way, this person was actually sent to him. Isn’t it really interesting?

Does my father think that he can’t afford to have any luck in killing this person?

When Fan Jing personally passed these words to Fan Yi's ears, Fan Yi was really mixed with emotion.

However, this is good, it is much better for myself, the Fan family, and even the New Dynasty in the future.

Fan Li, Fan Zhen and his son, were ministers of Dayu and held the power of Dayu. If they came forward to ascend the throne, it would be very unpleasant to usurp the throne. The most important thing is that this owes more luck to Dayu and will pay more in the future.

But when I was my third generation, I was winning the world and ascending the throne to the emperor. It was natural, and I had the least connection with Dayu.

Therefore, Cao Cao said, if the destiny of heaven returns, I will be King Wen of Zhou!

Cao Cao took advantage of the power of the Han court and used the emperor to command the princes. Although he had captured the territory of the Wei Kingdom, this was too entangled with the great Han fortune.

However, then again, all dynasties that usurped the throne usually have no long destiny.

Cao Wei was replaced by the Sima family only forty years. The Sima family was only in the second generation, and the Eight Kings Rebellion was in the east of Jiangdong.

Song, Qi, Liang and Chen were also usurped the throne, and the country's fortune was short, needless to say. Even the Great Sui Dynasty also died in the second lifetime.

The experiences and lessons in this are worth pondering! Speaking of which, although the Song Dynasty was a mutiny of Chen Qiao and was wearing a yellow robe, the Song Dynasty, at least it had nearly three hundred years of world power.

Such things can be analyzed from all aspects. However, Zhao's treatment of the Chai family has nothing to do with it.

However, these things are still far away from Fan Yi. There are still many things to do in front of you. Qingyang Dao and Xiling are not easy to deal with.

There is no chance to unify the world yet. What we need to do now is to develop Chengzhou well!

Interestingly, when Fan Yi thought of this, he understood. Fan Zhen’s current mood is also very subtle!

No one can give up easily and restore the great achievements of the world. Even if his family and Fan Zhen had an agreement back then, they would feel a little unwilling to accept it when things came to an end.

But these unwillingness should not affect the great cause of the two. It is nothing more than a private contest.

"Your name is Fan Jing, right? Stay with me in the future!" Fan Yi said, "About it, you are still my servant who has not produced the fifth session..."

Fan Jing smiled bitterly: "The prince is noble. He is the master of the clan. We are just a side branch. How can we compare with the prince..."

Just as he was talking, a crisp sound of Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded, and even in the military tent, a golden light could be seen soaring into the sky.

"What's going on?" Fan Yi shouted loudly, stepping out of the handsome tent first. His personal guards immediately surrounded him and protected Fan Yi heavily.

Then he saw a golden light rising into the sky in Chengzhou City. There was a golden glass light reflected in it, and behind him was a full moon-like light wheel. Under him was Hu Shenlai of the Seven Treasure Lotus Platform.

He was more than ten feet tall and flew in the air. He seemed to be standing tall and stood up. He whispered: "Put down the butcher's knife, turn back to the shore. Put down the butcher's knife, turn back to the shore..."

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to be heard deep in everyone's heart.

With a majestic and powerful sense of oppression, his eyes emit compassion for the world and compassionately poured into everyone's hearts.

For a moment, nearly 100,000 troops under Fan Yi, who surrounded Chengzhou City, were stunned when he saw this scene. Countless soldiers had weak legs and had already kneeled down.

Seeing this scene, Fan Yi was furious, his face turned blue, and he shouted: "Who is the monster? He dares to pretend to be a god. What do you want?"

Not long ago, Fan Yi was still sighing. It seemed that no god was so stupid. He dared to stand in front of the army. Now it seems that he still really has it!

"Put down the butcher's knife. Turning back is the shore. This general has killed enough in the world. It was better to put down the butcher's knife as soon as possible..."

This is to stop the army from siegeing the city!

Fan Yi was so angry that he laughed. He was just a golden god. Although he had already become one of the great gods, he actually dared to stand in front of the 100,000 army, and he was still a real person. He really didn't know how to write the word "death"!

What a thief, I pretended to be a ghost and came to my head! I heard that Wukongdao colluded with you Hu Sect, but now it seems true!

But you, God Hu, made a mistake in your plan, and thought that our Middle Earth and the small countries in the West would dare to interfere in humanitarian affairs openly and even stop the army before. That was looking for death, and no one could save it!

"Beat the drum!" Fan Yi shouted: "Put the cannon for me!"

The high-pitched drum sounded, and the military spirit slowly recovered with the thunderous sound.

A cannon was ignited, and the lead was burning with a hissing. After seeing it burning to the bottom, a solid cannon shell roared out of the cannon chamber and blasted towards the Hu Shen in the air.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, put down the butcher's knife..."

At this moment, the Hu God emitted endless glory, compassion for the world and looked at Fan Yi as if he was watching a naughty child who was lost and ignorant.

A glinted golden glass-colored palm, more than meter-long, was about to block the shell.

However, at this moment, a hint of sarcasm appeared on Fan Yi's face: "I don't know what to do... Kill me..."

"Boom..." Seeing that the Hu God was about to easily block the shell, but when he just came into contact with the shell, he seemed to be burned by a soldering iron and stopped quickly.

However, it was too late. In the eyes of those who practiced, this shell emitted endless red light at this moment.

This is military spirit, a killing spirit!

It was the aura of nearly 100,000 humanitarian troops who defeated the killing battle, and almost instantly hit the golden palm of the Hu God.

Just listening to a sound, it was like the crisp sound of glass breaking. The golden glass palm as big as a car, and all the wrists were shattered.

The next moment, the majestic and arrogant Hu Shen showed panic on his face, wanting to retreat and avoid it.

However, a hint of ferociousness appeared on Fan Yi's face: "It's too late to get out of here! Kill me!"

With a command, the guards had already bent their bows and arrows and shot them.

The original ordinary arrows were carrying long red tail flames at the next moment, like a meteor passing by, and all shot on the Hu Shen's golden body.

This is the condensation of evil spirits among the 100,000 troops, which represents the humanitarian killing aura, and is the most violent.

So what if it is a great god with golden divine power? Just blocking the human killing aura is like Fan Yi’s saying seeking death.

Perhaps in the small countries of India, thousands of wars and golden divine powers are qualified to intervene and even decide the outcome.

However, quantitative change causes qualitative change. In this battle of 100,000, even the golden god is difficult to compete with.

The next moment, the body of Hu Shen was shattered in the rain of arrows.
To be continued...