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

Chapter 332: Confused about the road ahead
Fang Xuan felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife as he watched Xiang Jie who was gradually being frozen.

His mind is unusually confused now.

What exactly happened in Shangjing City?
Where can I find the magical herb that can prolong my life?
What should I do next?
"Senior Brother Long, your injuries have worsened!" Princess Linyang looked at Fang Xuan, whose body was gradually collapsing due to the use of the Divine Fire Xuantian Transformation, and said with concern.

Fang Xuan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and shook his head vigorously: "It's okay, the sequelae of the technique will recover in a while!"

Fang Xuan regained his composure, first looked at Lord Linyang with a hint of gratitude, then looked towards Shangjing City from afar.

This place is less than ten miles away from Shangjing City. With Fang Xuan's current strength, if he opens the red royal pupil, he can see everything in Shangjing City.

The gray viscous substance covered the Shangjing City, and the huge eye had disappeared.

However, the continuously expanding gray viscous substance seemed to have shrunk a lot compared to before, revealing many buildings.

The people who once lived in Shangjing City did not die after the gray sticky substance receded. They just looked at the gray ocean-like substance not far away in confusion.

Fang Xuan felt that most of the people who were swallowed by this gray substance were not dead, but were rather sealed.

Those living mortals are the best proof!

It’s a pity that both the Imperial Palace and the Martial Temple were deeply involved in it, and Fang Xuan didn’t know who to ask for information.

Xiang Jie, the only person who might know about this matter, has been frozen, waiting for himself to heal with magic herbs.

Fang Xuan withdrew his gaze, adjusted the energy in his body, and walked aimlessly towards the mountains behind him.

Princess Linyang didn't say a word, but just followed Fang Xuan quietly.

When she had a family, she was the unruly monarch who could do whatever she wanted in the capital city.

Now, she knew that the safest thing was to follow Fang Xuan.

Except for Shangjing City, she has never been exposed to the dark side of this world. Now she is completely trapped in the world of martial arts, and her ending will not be good.

Even Princess Linyang is a genuine third-level warrior.

Three days later, Fang Xuan finally found a cave among the mountains, which was a good place for retreat.

After this great battle, Fang Xuan realized that even though he already had the strength to fight against upper-level warriors, there were still warriors in this world who were far more powerful than those in the upper realms.

In other words, the upper realm is just a general term for breaking through the fifth level, and Fang Xuan doesn’t know what other subdivisions there are in the realm above that.

At this moment, the only thing Fang Xuan knew was to completely refine the Blood Chen Pill in his Qi Sea and break through to the upper realm in one fell swoop!
No matter which eyes were staring at him, or whether the bizarre images that appeared in his mind were real, Fang Xuan always felt that Jiuzhou was not as simple as he saw now.

If a catastrophe really befalls Jiuzhou, I will have to possess even stronger strength to protect the people closest to me!

In the cave, Fang Xuan set up restrictions, and then used his red royal pupils to look around for a thousand feet to make sure there was no potential danger.

Only then did he look at Princess Linyang seriously. This young and lively girl had become visibly haggard in the past few days. Her face was dirty and her luxurious clothes were tattered. She was like an ugly duckling that had turned from a swan.

"What are your plans next?"

Facing Fang Xuan's serious questioning, Princess Linyang shook her head weakly.

The world is so big, but there is no place for her at this moment.

"In fact, I am not just a disciple of the Martial Temple. I have another identity, the commander of the Dragon Whale Army, Fang Xuan!"

After thinking about it, Fang Xuan decided to come clean.

With the loss of Shangjing City, the Dayang Dynasty was one step closer to complete destruction.

Seeing that Princess Linyang only looked up at him and didn't respond, Fang Xuan said slowly: "If it weren't for the incident in Shangjing City, one day in the future, I might lead the Dragon Whale Army to attack Shangjing City. You and I are enemies to the death!"

Fang Xuan was grateful to Princess Linyang for freezing Xiang Jie, but the identities of the two were an unavoidable fact.

Lord Linyang rubbed his sore eyes, his eyes suddenly calmed down, and he looked at Fang Xuan and said, "The golden dragon has collapsed, the dragon's luck has been scattered throughout the nine states, the Dayang Dynasty is no longer saved."

"Perhaps this is God's will. My father tried his best to protect the legacy of his ancestors, but in the end, he poured fuel on the fire that destroyed the dynasty!"

"It's a pity for the millions of people in Shangjing City, and my mother as well."

As he spoke, his eyes, which had long since run dry, began to turn red again.

"Master Long. Fang Xuan, can I follow you? Even if you treat me like a servant, that's fine!"

Fang Xuan did not answer directly. He watched calmly for a long time before speaking: "You can go to Wanzhou. There are generals and the little emperor there. At least you are safe before Wanzhou is captured."

Princess Linyang pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "Yes, I can still live the carefree life I had before when I went to Wanzhou, but can I pretend that what happened before never happened?"

"Fang Xuan, I want to follow you and see Jiuzhou with my own eyes. I want to understand why everything has turned out like this!"

Fang Xuan reluctantly withdrew his gaze and slowly mobilized the energy in his body.

"I allow you to follow me. Now help me protect the law. I need to break through to the upper realm as soon as possible!" South of Zhongzhou.

Cloud Palace.

Yun Jingxuan stood in front of the waterfall, surrounded by clouds and mist, but he was holding a wine jug and looking into the distance to the north.

Soon, an old man in a white robe came over anxiously: "Palace Master, something big has happened!"

Yun Jingxuan looked calm and nodded his chin lightly: "The Witch God was not killed at the beginning. Li Yuanzheng is digging his own grave!"

The old man looked at Yun Jingxuan, not knowing why the other party was so calm.

If the demon god from a thousand years ago were really resurrected, Jiuzhou would face another catastrophe.

Seeing the doubt in the old man's heart, Yun Jingxuan said slowly: "Don't worry, with those people here, that thing will be troublesome, but it won't cause much trouble, and the Valkyrie has also taken action!"

Yun Jingxuan shook the wine jug in his hand, walked towards the main hall, and then asked curiously, "Is there any news about Fang Xuan?"

The old man shook his head. "Shangjing City has been sealed. Almost no one who participated in the war escaped. There is no news for the time being!"

“Is it sealed?” Yun Jingxuan smacked his lips and took a big gulp of wine: “What a pity, if Long Yun can be successfully stripped off, that kid will definitely benefit the most.

Although the dragon luck accumulated by Dayang for thousands of years has been dissipated a lot, if that kid really gets all of it, I really don’t know how far it will grow! "

Hearing this, the old man did not express any opinion.

He was one of the few people in Yun Palace who knew about the relationship between Fang Xuan and the chaos in Yun Palace. But in his opinion, he was just a talented young man!

There is no shortage of talented warriors in Kyushu!
Yun Jingxuan retracted his gaze, and a small jade gourd emerged from his sleeve and flew into the old man's hand: "The Dragon's Luck has dissipated in the Nine Provinces. In this era of great strife, it's time for our Yun Palace to plan a century-long plan. Let those little guys in the sect go for a trip, just as an experience!"

The appearance of the witch god surprised many people!

But some people still know that before any accidents happen, Dayang Longyun is the top priority.

"Understood!"

The old man nodded, his body filled with energy, and he soared into the sky.

"Something happened in Shangjing City!"

In Wanzhou, in a huge training ground between the mountains, tens of thousands of soldiers were lined up in formation and undergoing rigorous training.

Gu Chengxuan, dressed in black armor, walked past the generals without changing his expression after receiving a letter.

After returning to the military tent, a few trusted men came in and the entire tent was instantly under tight guard.

Wang Simian, who was also wearing black armor, glanced at everyone and looked at Gu Chengxuan, who had a heavy face, "General?"

Gu Chengxuan also looked at everyone. After a while, he threw a letter on the desk in front of him and said in a deep voice: "The witch god has resurrected, and Shangjing City has been sealed!"

"Where is the prince? Is there anyone in Zhongzhou that we can control?"

A middle-aged man dressed as a civil servant changed his expression and asked hurriedly.

Being in the officialdom, he has a stronger sense of smell than anyone else!

Once Shangjing City was sealed, the central government of Zhongzhou was completely paralyzed.

However, there are still 300,000 elite Dayang troops in Zhongzhou. At that time, the national defender Gu Chengxuan and the little emperor could not escape, but the elite troops of Dayang still stayed in Dayang!

Although many people say that as long as the general and the little emperor are still there, Dayang will not perish!

But everyone knows that despite the emergence of rebels in various parts of Jiuzhou, the Dayang Dynasty was able to hold on because of those 300,000 elite troops, which prevented the rebels in Jingzhou and Yanzhou from attacking Zhongzhou.

Leizhou and Yizhou can still restrain each other!
Gu Chengxuan's face was solemn: "Contacting!"

Everyone fell into silence.

After a while, Wang Simian suddenly said, "General, this is a great thing, and it is also a great opportunity!"

Everyone looked at Wang Simian, wondering if this old guy had lost his mind.
Once the elite troops of Zhongzhou are lost, Wanzhou will be in danger!

Wang Simian smiled mysteriously.

"Shangjing City has been sealed, and now only the young emperor and a few concubines are left in the Li royal family.

As long as we can control the 300,000 elite troops in Zhongzhou, Zhongzhou and Wanzhou will be the starting points for the generals to compete for the Nine Provinces.

Just like the founding emperor of Dayang!"

(End of this chapter)