Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 97 The new dragon ascends the throne, watching the sun and pressing the dragon (please subscribe!)

The sky was getting brighter, and a ray of sunlight finally rose in the night, illuminating the devastated Great Xia Imperial City.

Cocks crowed in the fields, and morning followed.

The morning light shot into the capital, and countless yellow paper thunder talismans burned themselves into ashes. The breeze blew and scattered in every corner without a trace. Everything returned to calm. Everyone hoped that what happened last night was just a nightmare, but Seeing the shattered walls of the palace and the heavy casualties of the imperial army, the shadows in people's minds still linger.

"God! This king's palace, it's all over!"

"How much does this cost!"

Long ago, a voice of crying father and mother sounded.

People would never have imagined that in such a dignified and dignified place, there would be people who would cry poorly.

After dawn, Yan Wang Yu Yunping looked at the ruins of the Golden Dragon Palace in front of him, and only the ruined pavilions and gardens remained. He felt that he had suffered [-] points of blows, and his heart couldn't stop trembling, silver!It's all silver!White silver!
The Golden Dragon Hall, which represents the political center of Daxia, completely collapsed. In the ruins, only a broken dragon chair can be vaguely seen, with a shoe print on it. People will not know who stepped on it. Anyway, the dragon chair must be I can't sit anymore, I have to make a new one.

King Yan Yu Yunping stared blankly at the surroundings, no matter how he looked at him, his heart ached. If he couldn't see how the palace was destroyed in the middle of the night, he could only hear the sound of the collapse. Clearly!

He was half kneeling on the ground, holding the debris on the ground, with tears in his eyes.

The Golden Dragon Palace is gone.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is gone.

All the important halls are gone!
That raven protector, even the Jindan powerhouses of Xianmen can't do anything to him!
"Your Highness, fortunately, the late emperor's coffin is still preserved."

The counselor in Tsing Yi led the rest of the forbidden army to investigate one by one, and finally came up with the results and reported them.

King Yan Yu Yunping waved his hands, thinking to himself, how can a coffin compare to these glazed tiles and jade pillars in Qiongdian.

But on second thought.

Father died, did he not cry yet?
"My royal father! You died so miserable!"

"Damn the Raven Cult, this king is at odds with you!"

Yan Wang Yu Yunping immediately ran to the coffin carried by the imperial army, weeping loudly, distraught, miserable, he hated the Raven Sect, and clamored to avenge his father.

In fact, what made him feel even more distressed was how much it would cost to organize a funeral!

Yu Yunping was still crying, but another group of forbidden soldiers came to the side, and dragged over a handsome young man with his eyes closed and his face pale.

"Report! Found a corpse, it must be King Qin!"

After hearing the report, Yu Yunping was taken aback for a moment, and then threw himself on the other party, bursting with snot and tears, and began to cry.

"My dear brother! How did you become like this, damn Raven Guardian!"

King Yan was crying here, while the guards around him, the maids and eunuchs who were serving him, and the counselor in Tsing Yi lowered their heads, showing nothing else, just watching him cry.

I don't know, but I really thought how harmonious the two brothers were.

Poor King Yu Shihuang of Qin, on the surface he had been a soldier all his life, and wanted to prove himself, but he was tricked by others. During the chaos last night, he was sealed off as a cultivator and had no one to protect him. He wanted to escape, but he was affected by the battle in the sky and collapsed The palace wall was crushed to death, but the eldest son of the dignified line had ended up like this.

"Your Highness, the enthronement ceremony is about to begin."

Seeing that His Highness King Yan was still crying, the counselor in Tsing Yi glanced at the sun and reminded him in a low voice.

Only then did Yu Yunping stand up, choked with sobs and explained: "So that the corpses of my father and elder brother can be settled properly, and they can be buried after ascending the throne."

Then he stepped forward and ascended the throne.

Yu Yunping left the imperial city and came to the top of the city, his crying stopped suddenly, he pinched his eyes and rubbed his face tiredly.

At this time, the counselor in Tsing Yi couldn't help but wondered: "Your Highness, this matter may not be done by the Raven Sect, right?"

Yu Yunping stared at him coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Is it important?"

"We must find a culprit for this matter, and give an explanation to all the people in the world!"

Above Tianwumen in the imperial city.

Yu Yunping looked at the civil and military ministers who had been coerced by the forbidden army, and the people in the capital who were gradually showing their heads, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Witnessed by the clan's mansion, relatives of the emperor, civil and military officials, the enthronement ceremony was held normally, although the material conditions were a bit poor, but the proper etiquette was still there.

After an hour, the enthronement ceremony ended.

And at the end of the moment.

A huge dragon shadow appeared above the Great Xia Imperial Capital, roaring towards the sky. Among the clouds and mists, there was an antler and a dragon beard, but it was much smaller than the towering red-eyed golden dragon on Yu Daocheng before. Skinny.

The dome dragon shadow hides above the imperial palace, guarding the destiny of the country.

Of course ordinary people can't hear the dragon's cry, but Yin Nanyu in the courtyard of the dead tree in the capital seems to feel it.

The statue of the Crow Immortal in front of her shone slightly, and her eyes narrowed towards the sky.

"Short-lived dragon, but mediocre."

In an inn thousands of miles away from the capital.

Zhao Huai sat on the bed, recuperating.

During the battle with Xu Muchen, he fully charged his sword, but found that he couldn't kill the young man in Taoist robes, and the true energy in his body was about to be exhausted.

If you don't win, you won't be able to stack up thousands of miles alone, and you won't be able to recover your true energy.

If he continued to fight, he would definitely lose, so he simply retreated. Anyway, the purpose of this trip has been achieved, and there is no need to stay for a long time.

After leaving the capital, Zhao Huai's psychic power accumulated through thousands of enemies disappeared, and his aura and mana also quietly dissipated.

At the end of the battle, the aura suddenly dissipated, and this aura on his body could not be retained after all.

The superimposed cultivation of Killing Sword's Fate is not his own at all, and can only be temporarily improved. Only the power of his own practice can be down-to-earth.

Even so, this trip to the capital has brought him a lot of gains.

There are many insights brought about by the ascent of cultivation, including cultivation and spirituality, among which the way of swords touched him the most.

Last night, there were two swords that attracted worldwide attention. One sword was named Guanri, and the other sword he named Yalong.

Looking at the vision of a scorching sun in the sky, he faintly touched the way of Jindan.

As for pressing the dragon, it is derived from the fate of shaking the dragon's fate, a sword of heaven and man, pressing the head of the dragon, a sword that contains a mighty momentum and is quite powerful.

Among them, [Raising Swordsman] has also improved significantly.

Originally, the essence of raising swords in the body was only as thick as chopsticks, but now it has grown to the width of a fist after swinging these two swords.

Regardless of the fact that the appearance has not changed much, the actual power is all inside.

I only know after using it. To use a metaphor, Zhao Huai originally felt that the power of his sword moves was only as high as his chest. After using the essence of raising the sword, it has increased by a full length, reaching the height of the roof.

[Raising a swordsman] can increase the power of each sword, allowing him to fight against the enemy freely, and raising the upper limit of swordsmanship.

ps: No surprises, there is still one more chapter, report the results, the first order is 1, and it should reach 5 in the next few days, which is about the same as I expected, continue to work hard, the only strange thing is that there is no first order for Chapter 100 Chapter [-] is high, a full difference of more than [-], anyway, I didn't want to understand.

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