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Chapter 594: Altar Baptism (2)
"The world is unpredictable, especially unknown." Murong Shengrui still looked at the sky, his voice was dull.

"Hehe..." Hua Qianyao chuckled suddenly, "Chengrui, you are really cruel." After saying that, Hua Qianyao glanced at Murong Chengrui's always gentle face with no strange expression, and continued to stare at the layers in the distance whirlpool.

And in the nine-storey deep palace, where the water in the pavilion turned, Yao Jingzhi also looked at the darkness at the glaring white sky, with beams of light shining in his clear eyes.

"Your Majesty, that's..." Xiao Xiang stepped forward beside her and said in surprise.

"The succession of the Saintess of the Lie Kingdom is truly extraordinary." There seemed to be a hint of a smile on the corner of Yao Jingzhi's mouth, but it didn't seem to be.

"Your Majesty, you..." Xiao Xiang carefully looked at Yao Jingzhi and said in a very low voice, "My Lady, if you are worried that Princess Li will come back to fight you for the emperor?"

When Yao Jingzhi heard this, she suddenly turned her head to look at Xiaoxiang. Seeing that her small face was full of worry, her mouth curved slightly, "You think too much."

"Xiaoxiang is just worried about your empress..." Xiaoxiang looked like the emperor was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch.

Yao Jing was startled, and then looked at Xiao Xiang, "Xiao Xiang, you have been by my side for so many years, I really don't want to part with you."

Xiaoxiang didn't know what to do, she looked at Yao Jingzhi with clear eyes on her pretty face, "What are you talking about, my lady, I entered Yao Guogong's mansion when I was young, and I followed my lady, my lady..."

"It's been too long." Yao Jingzhi suddenly looked at the sky and sighed. There seemed to be layers of deep pressure in that sigh, which made Xiaoxiang's hair stand unconsciously, and she took a step back subconsciously, "Niang Niang..."

Yao Jingzhi reached out and stroked Xiaoxiang's soft and firm face, and said softly, "I gave you more than one chance, but you never cherished it, come here." Yao Jingzhi's voice fell heavily, and she covered her lips and coughed softly With a sound, he waved behind him, and two maidservants walked over from a distance.

Xiao Xiang was stunned for a moment, a strange light flashed in her clean eyes, a trace of fear, "Young lady, you..."

Yao Jingzhi waved his hand, and Xiaoxiang immediately fell to the ground.

"Mother, you, you..." Xiaoxiang had no time to finish her sentence, because the next moment, her neck was broken, her eyes were open, and she couldn't understand to the death what was wrong with her.

The two servant girls dragged Xiaoxiang down, and in the back of the hall, a woman who looked exactly like Xiaoxiang came out, looked at Yao Jingzhi, and stood obediently where Xiaoxiang was just now.

The dark clouds in the distant sky filled the surroundings, and the palace here was quiet and fragrant, as if the scene just now had never happened at all.

In the Southern Palace, the third prince dropped the memorial in his hand, walked out of the imperial study, and frowned slightly as he watched the sky change.

In the depths of Xiaolin, a man in a purple brocade robe looked at the sky through the sparse dense forest, with a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, which made the mountains and grass in the forest lose their color.

"Leng Yannuo, I hope you're still alive when I see you." Chu Yuran finished his sentence and covered his chest with a slightly mocking tone.

The sudden change surprised everyone, except the Venerable Shenggong and Leng Yannuo on the high platform, as well as Lie Wuyun standing on both sides and the holy envoy on the other side.

"Why is it dark?" someone whispered.

Qiuming looked at the dark sky, looked at Leng Yannuo on the high platform, and there was a gleam of clarity in his eyes.

"Look at this." Venerable Shenggong handed a book to Leng Yannuo at this time.

Leng Yannuo took it, glanced at ten lines, and glanced at it in a hurry, shocked in his heart, but calm on his face without any clues.

In an instant, the wind was surging, the tablecloth was flying on the high platform, the heavy thunder in the depths of the sky stopped, and a ray of light suddenly lit up, approaching Leng Yannuo, Leng Yannuo was startled, and felt an overwhelming momentum. Pressing against the door, I subconsciously retreated, and suddenly felt a mess in front of my eyes. Among the flashes of light, there seemed to be something staring at me. When Leng Yannuo saw clearly what was in front of me, even if she The expression was quite shocked, the long dragon-like Misty Dragon appeared in front of him, and at this moment, it was facing her, showing its round and reddish eyeballs.

Is this the world of Shan Hai Jing? If there is a miracle, Leng Yannuo's heart flashed bitterness, but he knew that this is the thing guarded by the Holy Palace, the atomized dragon, Leng Yannuo really saw it this time, this wind-blowing madman The appearance of the rain, it's no wonder that the Holy Palace has been passed down for thousands of years, and Yu Lie's kingdom has stood up to the royal family for a hundred years, and those decadent old dudes still have to admire him.

"The Mist Dragon has appeared..."

"The Mist Dragon has appeared..."

Shouts of surprise sounded from the Holy Palace, but only a few times, everyone's voices paused again, because they were stunned by this scene. After all, the previous generation of saintesses had passed away for 20 years, and there were many newcomers among the people present. Because half of the people have never seen Wulong, and even if they have, they can't help but be shocked when they see today's scene. When the saint came to the throne more than 40 years ago, and when the saint passed away 20 years ago, Wulong also appeared. But there is no such battle as this time. The black clouds and the thunder and lightning are really a bit...

However, the woman on the high platform was as clear as a smear of pine and bamboo, but at this moment she was as firm as a smear of white moonlight, even though the breath of the fog dragon's spray of wine sprayed on her face, there was no trace of panic.

The heavy clouds were like a cover, rolling over the city, and the inclination suddenly rose.

"Hoho..." The fog dragon was huge, more than ten meters long, entrenched, swaying its tail, and its cry in the air shook the sky. It even looked left, right, up and down at Leng Yannuo, It seems to be telling, and it seems to be angry.

Leng Yannuo exercised enough internal energy to stabilize her body, and looked at the Wulong in front of her. Others seemed to be so calm, but no one knew that all her internal energy was concentrated in one palm at this moment, and she just waited to hit it at any time, because she could only Last Stand.

"Roar..." The mist dragon rolled wildly in the sky, stirring up flying sand and rocks. The lingering sandalwood on the abutment burned out at some point, and fell to the ground due to this roar.

There were roars one after another, each louder than the last, and some people couldn't bear it anymore and covered their ears.

Although Qing Lan is a holy attendant, she must stay under the altar like everyone else at this time. Looking at everything above the steps, there is a hint of joy in her eyes, and a hint of worry, and she can't tell which is more , but definitely not worried about Leng Yannuo, and finally her eyes fell on the envoy.The Holy Envoy's double queens were behind him, despite the strong wind blowing around him, but his clothes did not move, as if he was not stained by any foreign objects, and his heart relaxed a little.

Gong Yue looked at the huge monster, clenched her hands unconsciously, and looked nervously at Leng Yannuo on the abutment.

At this moment, Gong Lie's lips were also tightly pursed, only a smear of cherry red was revealed, which showed the tension in his heart at the moment, success or failure depends on today.

At this moment, the Venerable Saint Palace and the Emperor Lie looked at each other.

There were thousands of people in the square, and only a few people on the high platform watched that scene. Some couldn't bear it, and they fell to the ground, and even a trace of blood dripped from the corner of their mouths.

(End of this chapter)