Eternal Soul Emperor

Chapter 281 Jin Feng
This figure was none other than Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt Puppet.

The thing on his crotch is not ordinary, it is the stone horse that just threw Dan Xuanhun off its back.

In the middle of Shima's forehead, the word "Ben" is written in Zhenqi characters.

This infuriating font moves chaotically, flickering dimly, like a star embedded in a dark night in a rainy day.

This stone horse was filially given by Dan Xuanwen Pan to Dan Xuanhun, but during the operation, he lent it to the head of the hall, Dan Xuanzhi.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the north wind sends sand.

The huge well yard is like a layer of sand and snow falling,
The bleak north wind caresses people's long hair, hunting.

The cold north wind, mixed with yellow dust, passed by, like being in the red dust, riding on the plateau desert Gobi.

Riding and riding, the stone horse under his crotch, the chaotic Zhenqi font in the center of his forehead, the energy is exhausted.The driving speed gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

The night is shrouded, and the sky is dry and foggy.

The sand and snow were rustling, and the front of the field of vision was foggy.

Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, was riding on the stone horse, smiling wryly in his heart, hoping that this stone horse, which had exhausted its energy, would perform a miracle.

But after waiting for a long time, the stone horse did not continue to move. The puppet Xiao Yan coughed helplessly, got off the horse, bent his fingers, and knocked on the horse for a while, but it didn't work.

Then he pushed behind the horse with his shoulder, and the stone horse shook a few times, but there was still no sign of moving.

This made Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, annoyed. With a leap, he opened his right leg and swept out in a whirl.

Three shadows of legs swept out one after another, whistling and screaming, and the fine dust of the legs rippling away, like a spiral cloud that twisted and opened.

In this play, he intends to kick that stone horse's ass.

However, as soon as he stepped out, a playful and clear voice came to his ears.

"Don't push~, I won't let it run away~"

"Do you need to push hard and kick hard for a power at the seventh level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm?"

The voice is like silk, soft and melodious, clear and mellow, gently trembling, like an oriole singing in the valley, lingering and reverberating.

It is endlessly evocative and dreamlike.

There is also a bit of shyness and playfulness in it, listening to the voice is like seeing yourself, like a budding mountain flower, quietly blooming in the free and easy and brilliant, revealing elegance and confidence, noble enough to hold your breath.

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For a moment, Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, thought it was the Dan brothers who broke in, and was quite surprised.

Instinctively, his figure flashed, but unexpectedly, the sand under his feet was very slippery, and he accidentally fell on his back.

Lying on the ground on his back, his eyes shifted, and he looked up sideways, only then did he realize that it was a false alarm.

"The chain is off now." Xiao Yan, the puppet of Thunderbolt, blushed a little.

It was not the Dan brothers who came into view, but a frail woman holding a folding fan and half covering her face.

I saw her, dressed in a cloud-white Confucian robe, a lun scarf on her head, and a long belt behind her head, fluttering in the wind, elegant and noble.

Holding a folding fan in hand, he walks leisurely with a carefree demeanor.

This half-covered jade face, revealing a somewhat mysterious frail woman, is none other than Wen Zhuangyuan.

Following the two witty words just now, from the biting wind and sand and the permeating fog, loomed out, and the clear eyes showed a brilliant look.

At this moment, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, got up immediately before he fell, and glanced up, looking up.

Looking at her, her long hair is fluttering and she exudes a noble temperament,
Looking at her, she waved her jade fan in a leisurely manner, like a green lotus emerging from water, which has just bloomed in the world and cannot be desecrated.

Looking at him, he stepped out of the fog and wind and sand gracefully, exuding a heroic atmosphere that was just born in the world.

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North wind, fine sand, heavy fog and yellow dust.Suppress the darkness, kill the chaos.

It forms a sharp visual contrast with the gauze folding fan in front of you, which is plain and clear.

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After a while, Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, suddenly trembled.

Hearing what Wen Zhuangyuan said just now, he gave a coy smile, suddenly gave a deep drink, and slapped his palm on the dust and sand on the ground.

The sand and snow all over the ground rippling up, like a rippling column of water spray, gently lifted the tumbling puppet Xiao Yan onto the horse's back.

This horse is a plateau breed, called a packhorse, with two humps on its back, which is especially suitable for driving in the plateau environment where water is scarce.

After riding the horse, the puppet Xiao Yan tilted his body and held out a hand to Wen Zhuangyuan under the fog and wind...

Wen Zhuangyuan's fair little face suddenly flushed with blush, his small mouth slightly raised a romantic arc, and slowly extended a slender plain hand.

When he was about to touch the opponent, the slender fingertips shot out a thread-like hairspring, stirring the sound of "sizzling" electric current, like a throbbing heartstring.

However, at this moment, a pack horse neighed, and an ethereal sound sounded.

Looking at the sound, a small stone horse with a relatively small body and a soft saddle, stepping on brisk hoofs, galloped from tens of meters behind, and leapt up...

Wen Zhuangyuan immediately flew up and sat on the little stone horse that rose from his side.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable saddle, Wen Zhuangyuan looked back and reminded: "You can also make a stone horse fly with your monarchy."

Hearing this, Thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan was stunned, and slapped himself on the forehead several times.

Under the moonlight, the shadow under his feet was black and clear.

With a slight tremor of his arms, the clarity of the shadow under his feet was greatly increased, and it was projected onto the big stone horse, escaping into it with vigorous qi.

After a while, the indistinct handwriting of the true energy "Ben" on Dashima's forehead became clear.

After Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, rode on his horse, he rode his horse and chased after him.

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At this moment, more than a hundred meters away behind Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, a figure climbed up from the ground.

This figure is not someone else.It was the hall head Dan Xuanzhi who had just been kicked away by the Thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan.

Through the thick fog, he vaguely saw the back of Wen Zhuangyuan galloping on his horse and heard her voice.

"Wen Zhuangyuan! I didn't expect that you would dare to associate with the biggest enemy behind the Dan clan behind our backs!"

"Aren't you going to hang around on the territory of the Dan clan?"

"Don't you want to get that calligraphy treasure (slap Fang Qiu) and become a Wenqu Xingjun, inheriting a thousand years of cultivation?"

Dan Xuanzhi yelled loudly in the direction of Wen Zhuangyuan, who was galloping on his horse and gradually drifting away.

As a result, from the direction of Wen Zhuangyuan's back, there was a faint and beautiful echo: "I don't care!"

The echo lingered in my ears, and it was extremely harsh. Dan Xuanzhi became angry with embarrassment, and scolded: "Stinky girl, little girl! You must know that this is on the territory of our Dan clan. We can praise you to the sky at any time, and we can also pull you away!" Go to hell! Your life and death are in our hands!"

Dan Xuanzhi glared at the round stool, pulling his fists, full of resentment...

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Suddenly, he felt that his field of vision was rapidly ascending, reaching the depths of the chaotic universe.

At the same time, he felt his body grow infinitely, becoming very slender, piercing through the sky.

Looking down, there was nothing but a chaotic vortex cloud.

On this side of the sky, there is a high-purity true energy.

Dan Xuanzhi opened his mouth wide, desperately sucking in his true energy, and after a while, the aura of a monarch that had accumulated for decades exploded.

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However, this feeling of ascension only lasted for a while.

It's as if a certain powerful man from the human world, who was named a heavenly monarch by Jin, ascended to the heaven and took office immediately.

Dan Xuanzhi intuitively realized something.His cultivation was about to break through the Heavenly Monarch Realm, triggering the operation of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and opening up a fiefdom for him in a certain area at the bottom of the Heavenly Realm.

From then on, he was the monarch of this fiefdom.

In the future, I can use the resources in the fief at any time.

The bottom layer of the heavens is naturally located under the Nine Heavens and above the Seven Great Ancient Continents.But very close to the first heaven.

And if you want to rely on your own cultivation to ascend to the first heaven, you must first break through this space.

Moreover, the [Divine Armory Factory] he mentioned earlier was to be built on this "Monarch Heaven", but at that time, he had not yet triggered the laws of heaven, and had not ascended to the position of Tianjun.

At that time, he planned to build the divine arsenal on the land of Dan Xuanhun's monarchy.

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Since his cultivation was still below the Heavenly Monarch Realm, this wonderful feeling of ascending to the heavenly realm quickly receded like a tide.

His vision, from the depths of the sky, slowly descended, passed through layers of space oppression, and fell back to his body, and his vision returned to normal.

Under the moonlight, the shadow under his feet became clear the moment he concentrated his thoughts.

"Hahahaha, the aura of a monarch that I have accumulated for many years has finally exploded!"

"Xiao Yan, you bitches! You will not escape the palm of my master this time!"...

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