Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 326 Both Sides
The sound of chanting filled the entire space.

After hearing Xiang Jie's reminder, Fang Xuan concentrated his energy in the acupoints, and immediately the chanting sound that was like Sanskrit weakened a lot.

Afterwards, he and Xiang Jie slowly approached the space inside the high wall.

When he got closer, Fang Xuan discovered that under the huge eyeball, there was a circular altar with a pool in the center.

At this time, there were several people sitting around the pool. Fang Xuan recognized one of them. He turned out to be a priest in the Martial Temple.

At this moment, the pool suddenly began to boil violently, and a familiar breath surged out of the pool. A huge golden dragon emerged above the pool.

The golden dragon looked somewhat unreal, but the moment it appeared, the light array above its head burst into brilliant light.

The bright light quickly condensed and turned into a giant tree covered with thorns. The vines on the tree flashed flexibly. In just a moment, the golden dragon was entangled and bound by the vines.

Being restrained, the golden dragon twisted violently, but to no avail, just like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Looking at such a strange scene, Fang Xuan was also stunned.

Isn’t the dragon a symbol of good fortune?

The golden dragon is the symbol of imperial power!
How could the golden dragon be tied up under the Dayang Palace?

At this moment, the sound of continuous fighting came from the passage.

"General Chu, it's your turn!"

At this time, on the round altar, a middle-aged man in a yellow python robe slowly walked out, followed by a woman in black armor and an old man in a green shirt.

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up. The old man in green was none other than Sun Miaozhu.

"He is Li Yuanzheng, the uncle of the young Emperor Li Nan of Dayang, the father of Princess Linyang and Li Chengqian, and of course the real ruler of Dayang today." Xiang Jie came to Fang Xuan and introduced him in a low voice.

As she spoke, the woman in black armor clasped her fists and bowed to Li Yuanzheng, then made a gesture, and suddenly, in this small space, more than a dozen auras appeared.

These auras were all above the fifth level. They flashed and, with the huge power surging in their bodies, they all rushed towards the outside of the passage.

Xiang Jie glanced at Sun Miaozhu from a distance, then patted Fang Xuan on the shoulder and said, "Brother Fang, you stay here, I'll go out and check the situation!"

After saying this, before Fang Xuan could stop him, Xiang Jie had already disappeared into the dark passage.

"You must be the disciple of Wumiao who killed Chu Yuanzhen!" Suddenly, Li Yuanzheng looked towards Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan hesitated for a moment. This middle-aged man, who looked a little old, had a kind smile, but just a glance from him made Fang Xuan feel a little cold on his back.

When Fang Xuan saw Sun Miaozhu beside Li Yuanzheng nodded slightly, he looked at Li Yuanzheng and nodded gently.

"At such a young age, he was able to kill a demon-possessed upper-level warrior. It seems that Master Sun has accepted a good disciple again." Li Yuanzheng smiled and stretched out his hand, motioning Fang Xuan to step forward.

boom!
Fang Xuan took a step forward and instantly flew into the air, bringing with him a gust of wind, and stood accurately a hundred steps in front of Li Yuanzheng.

"I often hear Qian'er talk about you. You are a heroic figure." Li Yuanzheng nodded to Fang Xuan with satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand: "Can you return the founding sword to my Dayang!"

Seeing Fang Xuan hesitate, Li Yuanzheng turned to look at Sun Miaozhu.

Sun Miaozhu stroked his beard and smiled awkwardly: "Since it is Longjing's trophy, the prince must express his gratitude."

Li Yuanzheng shook his head helplessly and looked at Fang Xuan: "I don't have the habit of carrying treasures, how about I write it down for now?"

Fang Xuan nodded slightly. He was not afraid that the leader of the Dayang Dynasty would default on his debt. He took out the Founding Sword from the small object on his waist and handed it to Li Yuanzheng.

Li Yuanzheng felt mixed emotions when he took over the broken founding sword.

According to his previous plan, he would lend the Founding Sword to Chu Yuanzhen to bite back at Yizhou, while at the same time pulling the King of Zhenxi back.

Although the final goal was achieved, Chu Yuanzhen, a high-level warrior, was actually killed by the disciples of the Martial Temple.

Li Yuanzheng could only bear this loss silently.

After a moment's silence, Li Yuanzheng stopped looking at Fang Xuan. Everyone's attention was attracted by the golden dragon above their heads.

Just as Fang Xuan was wondering what the Dayang royal family was going to do, Li Yuanzheng spoke again.

"Shall we begin, Mr. Sun?"

Looking at the golden dragon, Sun Miaozhu looked serious and said in a deep voice: "No, wait a little longer!"

After that, Sun Miaozhu paused again and looked at Li Yuanzheng seriously: "Prince, before this ceremony begins, I have one last question, are you really prepared to do this? Once the Dragon Luck of Dayang is separated, the luck of the dynasty will collapse instantly. If the Dragon Luck cannot be reunited within the specified time, the royal family will perish!" Li Yuanzheng's eyes became incomparably firm: "The Dayang Dynasty is now riddled with holes, and rebels have risen up everywhere. Old Sun, I only have this one chance!

"Mr. Sun, thank you for your help!"

As he spoke, Sun Miaozhu understood and turned to stare at the golden dragon.

After making eye contact with the Sun Temple Priest, the Wu Temple Priest sitting in the center of the altar slowly stood up, holding a long sword engraved with star patterns in his hand. Soon, the giant tree above his head moved.

The vines that were originally entangled and bound the golden dragon suddenly pierced into the golden dragon's body like a sharp spear. Soon, layers of dragon scales and flesh were peeled off, and the dragon bones were turned inside out.

During this period, the golden dragon began to twist and tremble violently due to the severe pain.

Seeing this scene, even Fang Xuan's eyes twitched slightly.

Such behavior can be regarded as the death penalty for Jinlong!

“Could this ritual be to strip away the dragon’s luck?”

Just as Fang Xuan was thinking, Sun Miaozhu's voice suddenly came into Fang Xuan's ears: "Fang Xuan, I am communicating with you through secret methods, stay calm, what I am going to say next is extremely important.

The golden dragon in front of you is the result of Dayang's dragon luck. It is also the source of all the dragon veins in Kyushu. If the dragon luck is stripped away, the real turmoil in Kyushu will begin.

For some reasons, the Martial Temple cannot stop it. In order to prevent the stripped dragon luck from being absorbed by people with ill intentions, after the dragon luck spreads, you need to do your best to absorb as much of it as possible!

Remember, the more Dragon Luck you absorb, the greater the chance that your surname will shine in the Nine Provinces, and the more chances your surname Fang will have in the Nine Provinces in the future!"

The voice stopped abruptly. Fang Xuan showed no emotion on the surface, but his heart was filled with great waves.

"Uncle Wang, I, your nephew, send you my regards on behalf of my father!"

Just as Fang Xuan was quickly absorbing this information and thinking about how to absorb the dragon's luck later, there was new movement outside the high wall.

Fang Xuan looked over when he heard the sound and saw the high wall collapse with a loud bang. A young man with a scholarly air and wearing a dragon robe appeared in front of everyone.

He was holding a folding fan and smiling brightly. There were many people standing around him, and he exuded a powerful aura.

As the number of people increased, Fang Xuan felt increasingly depressed: "It seems that there are more competitors for absorbing Dragon Luck than just me! The difficulty has increased!"

Just as Fang Xuan was thinking this, the huge eyeball in the air suddenly changed, the pupil split into three, and the surrounding hexagrams and formations also began to spin rapidly.

Chi Chi!
Suddenly, the sound of Taoism rang out all around, and the sound suddenly became larger and more chaotic.

At the same time, in the darkness around the circular altar, countless warriors hidden in the dark appeared. Veins bulged on their heads, their facial features began to twist, and they struggled with their heads in their hands!

Seeing that a big battle was about to begin, Fang Xuan suddenly became anxious. He endured the severe pain and began to look for a relatively safe place in the surrounding space.

The fight for Dragon Luck takes time, but what is more important now is to ensure that you survive until the time comes to absorb Dragon Luck.

Because Fang Xuan noticed that even a warrior like Sun Miaozhu, who was in an unknown realm, frowned at this moment.

Li Yuanzheng was not at all surprised by the appearance of the young man in dragon robes. He looked at him calmly and said, "To fight for the Dragon's Luck, did your father let you come alone? It seems that you are just a chess piece of his, Yixuan!"

Li Yixuan admired his uncle the king very much. Even at this time, he still wanted to alienate the relationship between him and his father.

"Don't worry about it, uncle. This kind of thing is enough for me to handle alone. Besides, even if I can't win the Dragon Luck, as long as these Dragon Lucks are scattered in the Nine Provinces, the throne of Dayang will be moved!"

Hearing Li Yixuan say this, Li Yuanzheng's expression did not change at all, but a hint of anxiety appeared in his eyes.

It was indeed as Li Yixuan said. Making this decision was already a huge risk, so he must not let the situation Li Yixuan mentioned happen.

"Master Hongxian, please help me!"

Li Yuanzheng said this, and then a barefoot old monk slowly walked out from behind the giant tree above the altar.

He seemed to be walking on empty air, step by step.

The void was like the surface of a lake where a stone had fallen, creating ripples.

With a "boom" sound, as the old monk began to chant Sanskrit, all the noise in the entire space was instantly blocked out.

The warriors of the Dayang Dynasty became full of energy again, staring at the invaders with eager eyes.

Fang Xuan was stunned.

Isn’t this the old monk I met in Baihe Temple?
It turns out that he is also a powerful hidden master!
(End of this chapter)