Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 353 Cut off, optional (5k)

The old Emperor Qianhuang stood in the air, his eyes were calm, no emotion could be seen, and his tone was also very calm, as if he had seen everything through, and he seemed to have given up everything to say a final farewell to this son who only had name.

Han Dong is so devoted to the way of swordsmanship that even for the sake of the purity of his sword heart, he is unwilling to think about messy things that will affect him.

That's typical honesty for that old fritter.

Everyone likes an honest man, because he won't cheat you in turn, only you cheat him.

Han Dong was originally furious and murderous, but he had already made up his mind and prepared to attack.

With a few calm words from the old Emperor Gan, Han Dong's murderous intent was suppressed.

If this old bum wants to make a deal with Han Dong, he doesn't even need to make a draft in advance.

Han Dong is now floating in the air, holding the transparent heart in his hand, he doesn't know what to do for a while.

Do you want to draw your sword and chop the old bum, or stick your neck out and say thank you?
He had never encountered such a situation before.

At this moment, a flash of flames flew from behind at an extremely fast speed, and Nuba rushed over in a hurry to get angry.

She dare not speak to others, but she knows her man too well.

If Han Dong was the kind of person who was hard-hearted, who could simply ignore his bloodline and draw his sword to kill his father, everything would not be what it is today, and Han Dong would not be with her.

This is definitely a pit. The best solution she can think of for Handong is that no matter what it is, as long as she doesn't touch it and don't move forward, she won't fall into the pit.

It's just that it was useless in the end, because the Achilles' heel was pinpointed, and it was easy.

When the female demon flew over, Han Dong's already shaken mentality became even more unstable.

At this time, the old Emperor Gan looked behind Han Dong, his fierce gaze, as if crossing the boundary, was directly locked on the nun.

He showed a slight smile and didn't say anything. He just raised his hand, and the breath on his body began to surge. With one finger, he pointed at the rushing female demon.

The next moment, Han Dong, who was already mentally unstable, suddenly burst out with murderous aura as if stimulated.

The murderous aura accumulated in the deep sea for thousands of years was completely aroused once, Han Dong's eyes were infested with the murderous aura, and his whole body was gray, like a murderous sword soaked in the murderous aura.

"Don't..." The nun was shocked and shouted, trying to stop Han Dong from making a move, but it was already too late.

Clang...

A sharp sword sound sounded.

The surroundings were already affected by the sword intent, and the gang wind, which was like sword energy, suddenly stopped.

In an instant, all the strong winds seemed to collapse and disappear, and Han Dong condensed the sword field in the black sword. This time, it did not spread out, but all the power was condensed on the black sword with the murderous aura.

A gray-black sword light, the moment the sword was drawn, seemed to have crossed the distance, and fell directly between the eyebrows of the old Qianhuang.

Time seemed to stand still, and everything seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Without a huge momentum, even the overwhelming murderous intent dissipated.

The old man still had a smile on his face.

Under that calmness, there is power in his body that surpasses the limit of the ninth level at this moment, and it does not disperse.

The condensed but not dispersed, is the peak sword light condensed in the sword field, cutting all the way, piercing his flesh, piercing his energy refining power, piercing his primordial spirit, advancing all the way to the deepest place.

It seems that there are no obstacles along the way.

In the deepest part of the unseen, the real obstacle arises.

Among the endless illusions, the phantom of the old Emperor Qianhuang floated there. Chains stretched out from his body. The chains were like hemp ropes, and two chains were intertwined with each other.

One of them extended from him all the way to Han Dong's phantom.

The phantom of the old Qianhuang just moved his finger lightly, and the gray-black sword light cut across, breaking the chain.

This is the blood connection.

At this moment, it was cut off.

Then the black-gray sword light, without any other obstacles, rushed all the way, rushing deeper.

In the boundless void, the territory of Dagan suddenly appeared, and a phantom of an old emperor appeared on the territory. He had a cold face, and he was wearing a golden robe with a dragon embroidered on it, as if wrapped around him, with his head over his shoulders. On the chest of the old emperor.

As if sensing danger, the Shenlong phantom suddenly opened its eyes.

Daqian's territory is also shining brightly at this moment.

At this moment, the huge national destiny of Dagan and the immeasurable power of the gods began to be stimulated, and they were sent from the distant Dagan through the air.

The sword light, which had hardly encountered any obstacles, finally encountered a real obstacle at this moment.

The power of the gods collided with the sword domain blessed by the millennium murderous aura.

This is the most violent collision.

At that moment, Emperor Xingan, who was far away in Daqian, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up and looked towards the northwest, with a cold look in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his expression gradually twisted.

"My most respected father, it turns out that you have such an idea."

He just sensed a breath, then grinned loudly.

"As a son, how can I see you in danger and remain indifferent.

You are afraid to wait for me to help you.

OK, I do as you wish. "

Xinganhuang stretched out his hand and turned it over, and the Dagan Yuxi was held by him with one hand.

He gave a low voice.

"Duh!"

Dagan Yuxi will shine brightly.

The new Emperor Qian personally mobilized the national fortune of the Dagan, mobilized the power of the gods of the Dagan, and helped the old emperor from a distance.

With the help of Xinganhuang, on the other side, the collision between Shenlong phantom and gray-black sword light became more intense.

The all-conquering sword light pierced Shenlong Xuying's head, shuttled through its body, and consumed part of its power every time it moved forward.

However, with extreme sharpness, coupled with the blessing of killing intent and murderous aura, there is almost nothing in this world that can truly confront it head-on.

That's called taking advantage of one's own weaknesses and fighting for others' strengths.

The disintegration of Shenlong Xuying is a foregone conclusion, even if there is a new Emperor Qianhuang who is helping him from a distance, it will not be able to prevent the old Emperor Qianhuang from smashing himself.

In Dagan Miyagi, the Xingan Emperor felt it most clearly.

The moment he realized that the old emperor was doing badly, he knew what the old emperor was going to do.

The old crumpled boy just wanted to cut off the connection between him and Dagan, and face everything behind him completely as a pure monk.

As the emperor of the Divine Dynasty, even if he abdicates alive, it is impossible to break the connection.

It's just that mobilizing the power of the gods can't be as extreme as the contemporary Qianhuang.

This imprint, this connection, is something he can't get rid of at all.

The new Emperor Gan sensed it clearly, and even knew that the old Emperor Gan was sure that he, a filial son, would definitely help him when he sensed that the old Emperor Qian was in great danger, and even triggered the protection of the Divine Dynasty and the National Fortune.

The result is that, by borrowing someone's hand, he cut off the connection with the Divine Dynasty and the national destiny, and at the same time, he can borrow the hand of Xinganhuang to ensure that he will not really be hacked to death by a sword.

Xinganhuang knew all this, so he still wanted to make a move.

He knew that it was absolutely impossible for his father to gamble on the possibility of being killed. Even if he didn't make a move, his father would never die.

He didn't even want the old emperor to be completely free.

Daqian is the strongest help and the strongest bondage, and even every subject is a bondage.

"Father, the child is the most filial, and will never see you get hurt..."

The Xinganhuang's smile was a little distorted, he stretched out a hand with a strange smile, and formed a seal with one hand, full of mighty power, suddenly bombarded the Xinganhuang's chest.

His chest was ripped apart and his ribs were broken.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed his heart with one hand, squeezed it hard, and drops of golden blood gushed out as if he didn't want money, and fell directly onto the big dry jade seal.

The new emperor's complexion instantly paled like a dead man's, and his aura plummeted by a small amount.

"Father, children are the most filial... Ha... Hahaha..."

Received the hard work and blessing of the Xingan Emperor at all costs, on the other side, in the territory of Dagan, a glare of reddish gold suddenly appeared.

The gray-black sword light pierced through and shattered the phantom of the dragon, severed the connection between the old emperor and the great fortune of the country, and was about to pierce the phantom of the old emperor for a moment.

Among the golden red, there was an ominous radiance, which collided with the gray-black sword light that was already at the end of its strength.

This time there was no violent collision, but both sides were annihilated together, disappearing without a trace.

There is only a phantom of the old Qianhuang left here, and the territory of Dagan under his feet is slowly going away and dissipating.

The dragon on his golden robe also disappeared without a trace.

In the Gangfeng layer.

Everything seemed to stand still for a long time.

In an instant, everything returned to flow.

The roar of the female demon came from a distance.

Holding the sword in one hand, Han Dong pointed at the old emperor from a distance, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

There was only a little bit of blood between the old Qianhuang's brows, and he still had a smile on his face, and he glanced in the direction of Dagan.

Everything is basically as he expected.

It is too easy to shake Han Dong's mind, and it is too easy to induce him to attack with all his strength under such circumstances.

The talent of his son is really too terrifying, even because the talent is too strong, it has the tendency to overwhelm the realm.

At that time, he knew that one day he wanted to cut off his connection with Dagan. Before the tenth step road was opened, only Handong could do it in the whole world.

His own strength is too deeply imprinted by Dagan, and it is impossible for him to do it himself.

However, after so many years, he discovered that Handong's sword was much stronger than expected, and it was just nine ranks, and he condensed the sword domain into the sword.

It was so strong that the sword's heart moved first, and the almost instinctive peak sword might really kill him.

It means losing control.

He would not gamble on this kind of thing, what he wanted was within his control.

So Qingping made a test, and he had a bottom line in his heart.

There were no accidents here, but there was a slight accident on the side of Xinganhuang.

His filial son, not only did his best, but even tried his best to help him when his realm fell.

The old emperor only felt a little surprise, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

The prince back then might not be like this, but now the new emperor, after ascending the throne, has a benevolent heart and filial piety.

The old emperor didn't think there was much sincerity in it, but if it was to stabilize the throne, the princes from back then would still be there, at least doing so now would be fine.

The old Qianhuang even did the right thing. For the first time as a great treasure, when the prestige emperor is still alive, the current strategy is the most stable choice.

With such a performance this time, no one will be able to shake his throne again.

Whoever it is must be praised.

The price to pay is only to fall into the realm.

Even if the old Qianhuang knew at this moment that he hadn't suffered a serious injury this time and had cut off the connection with the Dagan national fortune, but because the new Qianhuang worked too hard, only the dragon disappeared on his golden robe. The golden robe itself is still there.

That is the embodiment of the power of great efforts.

There is still a little connection with Dagan.

Even if this connection has little influence, any serious court official will have this kind of connection with the power of the gods.

The old Qianhuang's raised hand, the gathered power, did not attack the female demon. His raised hand touched the bloodstain between his eyebrows, and the gathered power restored that trace of bloodstain.

It seemed that when he raised his hand, it was to restore the injury that hadn't appeared at that time.

The gap was actually opened by him on his own initiative, the body, soul, and power are all like this.

The old man still had a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist slashed me with a sword, and also cut off the blood relationship between you and me. From today on, you and I will be clean."

After the old Ganhuang said this, he didn't even look at Nuba, let alone Handong, and disappeared with one step.

In the Gangfeng layer, Lao Qianhuang overlooked the forbidden area of ​​Jinlan Mountain, which already covered an area of ​​one or two thousand miles, and vaguely felt a special charm hidden in Jinlan Mountain.

Thinking of feeling the charm that was far beyond his comprehension, he continued to move north with a trace of fear in his eyes.

This time, he was just passing by to run an errand.

Because of such a big Silver Lake, if it is gone, it will be gone, so he can only choose a new place.

This time, the place he chose was the extreme cold forbidden area.

This is an option, because he can't fully control it as an option, and he really didn't plan to use it before.

Silver Lake flows away and enters the South China Sea. It is impossible for him to go to the South China Sea. There are more places that are out of control.

The old emperor came quickly and left quickly.

When the girl came over, Han Dong had already withdrawn his sword.

"What happened? Is he using you again?"

Han Dong was silent for a while, then nodded.

"I cut off his connection with Dagan National Games. I can feel that he did it on purpose, but when I realized it, I couldn't stop it."

As he spoke, Han Dong stretched out his hand and took out the transparent heart that was still beating.

The girl's heart skipped a beat, she didn't care about the heart, she just stepped forward and gently hugged Han Dong's head to her chest.

She understood too well that no matter how many instructions she gave Han Dong in advance, it would be useless.

Her man was so easily shaken because he only cared about her.

It's useless to say anything now.

The old Qianhuang has already used Han Dong to do what he wanted to do.

"Let's go, let's go home." The nun whispered softly.

Han Dong is still holding on to the beating heart persistently, and he also wants his daughter to be completely complete.

Nuba took the heart, took out a box, and put it in.

She didn't believe that the old emperor would be so kind and would really give a sweet date, she would rather not have it.

Back to the south of Jinlan Mountain, the nun dug out her sleeping coffin, put the box containing the heart inside the coffin, sealed the coffin completely, and carried it to the edge of the locust tree forest.

Facing the locust tree forest, he bowed slightly.

"Please help me keep it."

In the pagoda tree forest, a group of hungry ghosts came out immediately to return the salute, and dragged the coffin into the pagoda tree forest.

The huge roots of the locust trees surged out of the fallen leaves, wrapped the coffin, and sank it under the locust tree.

Han Dong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

He thought it best for him to shut up and listen to his wife.

The coffin was sunk under the locust trees, and the nun took out another letter, wrote down the whole incident, and handed it to a hungry ghost.

"Please inform Young Master Qing that there is something important, and this letter must be handed over to Young Master Qing."

Back in the small courtyard, the nun was sitting there sulking herself, she really couldn't blame Han Dong, because Han Dong had a good heart, and she had nothing to do with the old emperor being easily manipulated, so she could only sulk herself in the end.

Before Han Dong returned to the small courtyard, he didn't bring back his own sword, and stuck it by the side of the locust tree. The sword's power accumulated for thousands of years was completely exhausted this time.

A few days later, Yu Ziqing, who received the notice, returned to Jinlan Mountain and got the letter.

In the letter, Nuba told the story exactly what happened, and the letter was written just to prevent accidents, so she wrote it down immediately.

Yu Ziqing asked around, but no one noticed what was going on. The battlefield at that time was still some distance away from Jinlan Mountain, and it was in the Gangfeng layer, and it was just a sword.

The follow-up old Qianhuang certainly did not get close to Jinlan Mountain.

Yu Ziqing's brows were furrowed, a little shocked, the ambition of this old bum is really big enough.

I am afraid that today's scene has been planned for a long time ago.

The appearance of the nun, the meeting and development of the nun and Han Dong, is it all to give Han Dong a huge opening, so as to ensure that there will be no accidents in this scene.

After all, if Han Dong didn't have a woman in his heart, he might become a god if he drew his sword.

In this case, the old Qianhuang had to spend a lot of effort to get Han Dong to cooperate with the sword, or to use the sword when his mind was shaken.

Yu Ziqing felt a pain in his head, it wasn't that he was thinking about conspiracy theories, it was just too similar...

Is there really someone who is so bad, cold-blooded and able to plan so well.

According to the letter, in the end, the old Qianhuang went all the way north.

He is going to choose a new place to cross the catastrophe. What is there in the north?
The only place Yu Ziqing could think of that might be connected was an extremely cold forbidden place.

This guy is really daring. Not only did he cut off the connection with Dagan National Fortune, but he also dared to go to the extremely cold forbidden land to cross the catastrophe. Is he really afraid that the catastrophe is not strong enough?
OK, I will do as you wish.

Yu Ziqing went to the south of Jinlan Mountain, looked at Handong, and said a few words of relief, no one can do this kind of wife and man with honesty.

After chatting with the nun for a long time, I learned that the heart was buried in the locust tree forest.

When it was over, Yu Ziqing went to the mountains and abyss without stopping.

I haven't been here with Tiger for a long time, this time there is something that I have to tell Tiger.

"Brother, there is something that I need to inform you in advance.

The impact is a bit big.

I decided to let Da Dui come back. "

(End of this chapter)