Immortal Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress’ Palace

"Do you think that King Zhennan has already discovered our traces?" The King of Yin Poison frowned and said, "Miaoshou Huajun was planted in Jianghe County. I heard that King Zhennan personally shot it."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people in the building sank. Now the legend of King Zhennan is so amazing. Naturally, they are also affected by these rumors. This kind of thing is very involved, and it is better to believe it. No, once you relax your vigilance, you will lose your life.

The old man Tiancan thought for a while, and then said: "It shouldn't be. If we found out, with the strength of King Zhennan, we would have already started it, and there is no need to go around in circles with us..."

The old man Tiancun looked at Chang Wuming: "Perhaps as you guessed, what is he looking for in the city?"

"Who?" Several people raised their ears and listened.

The old man Tiancan shook his head: "It may be related to the treasure of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, or it may be very important to King Zhennan."

Several people were a little speechless in their hearts, saying it was the same as not saying it.

Chang Wuming said: "Then what do we do next? Do we continue to follow?"

"Follow." The old man Tian Can subconsciously glanced down, his eyes very firm.

...

A black bird swooped down from the sky and plunged into the clouds. Below was a continuous mountain range. As the height gradually decreased, in the depths of the mountain range, there were successive pieces of peach trees. At this time, it was the season of peach blossoms. The peach blossoms are crowded and crowded, and the branches are full of clusters, exuding a fragrant fragrance. From a distance, it looks like a large morning glow falling from the sky.

The black bird passed through the peach forest. Inside the peach forest, there was a small courtyard with a small wooden hut. The woman's mournful screams came from the small wooden hut.

The black bird landed on the window of the cabin, and a pair of blue eyes stared straight at the two people on the bed.

It is wearing a cassock. Judging from the ring mark on the head, it should be a monk. A pair of tan eyes are deep in the eye sockets, and there are deep frowns on the forehead, but there is no face on the face, which looks quite weird.

A pair of small eyes under the gray-white eyebrows flickered with lustful light, and his hands tightly pressed the beautiful woman who was struggling and wailing under him, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Soon after, as the monk muttered something in his mouth, the long black hair of the woman below him became gray, the tight skin became loose, the blood on her body disappeared, her legs kicked fiercely, and her mouth was full. Screaming and begging for mercy.

But the monk still ignores it, and his mouth is even more powerful. If you find it carefully, you will see that the wrinkles on the monk's forehead are disappearing little by little. The old man seems to be rejuvenated. Not only that, but his breath, It has also become arrogant.

Not long after, the woman under her had her legs all the way, her eyes were wide open, she lost her breath, and the death form was extremely terrifying, and her whole body turned into a mummified corpse.

Even the black bird at the window was so frightened that it made a shrill cry, even trying to flee.

But a strong suction came from the house, and the next second, the black bird was directly caught by the monk on the bed.

He lifted his trouser belt, got off the bed, took off the things on Blackbird's feet, and let go of Blackbird.

This is a secret letter, and the content of the letter is very short.

"The king of Zhennan has arrived in Lucheng, and he has picked up something from the ruins of the ancestral temple of the royal family in the Southern Zhou Dynasty. Come quickly."

"King Zhennan." The monk looked at the peach blossoms in the window, his voice was low, and behind him, in addition to the mummified corpse on the bed, there were four mummified female corpses in the corner.

...

On an uninhabited Gobi, there is a tavern shrouded in yellow sand, with a signboard with the name of the tavern written on it.

Not long after, the strong wind stopped, and the three characters Tianjilou were displayed on the signboard.

Tianjilou, an old-fashioned force in the arena, has existed since the Thirteen Kingdoms period. It has been nearly a thousand years since the previous dynasty.

At its peak, it was said to be omniscient and omniscient.

But with the suppression of the Jianghu forces by the two dynasties, the Tianjilou has gradually declined. By now, apart from some old monsters in the Jianghu, few people know about the Tianjilou.

Fan Yanglou walked into the tavern with a long wooden stick, a bamboo hat, and yellow sand.

In the tavern, a green lantern was lit, and two old men in sackcloth had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Fan Yanglou walk in, one of the old men said with a smile, "Old Wei Fan, I know you haven't done it yet. die."

Fan Yanglou, the third head of the Hengshan Sword Sect a hundred years ago, a first-rank martial artist, disappeared in the rivers and lakes after the fall of the Hengshan Sword Sect. The world thought he died on the day Hengshan Sword Sect was destroyed.

"Ouyangzi, I said a few years ago that if you want to go, you should take the first step." Fan Yanglou took off his bamboo hat and sat down, looking at his old friend on the right, the leader of the gun who shook the world more than a hundred years ago. Ouyang Zi said, "Is the news reliable?"

"Old Monster Fan, although my Tianji Building is not as good as the other day, the news has never been missed." Zheng Tianshan, the owner of Tianji Building, said with dissatisfaction when he looked at Fan Yanglou who was expressing doubts.

Hearing this, Fan Yanglou did not argue with him, because what Zheng Tianshan said was indeed the truth, and then said: "King Zhennan, a nineteen-year-old first-rank martial artist, a disciple of the national master Lin Suya, who has obtained her personal biography, the Great Song Dynasty. God of War, with a famous reputation, this junior is not easy to deal with, how confident are you?"

Zheng Tianshan poured a glass of wine for Fan Yanglou, then took a sip and said loudly, "I have to fight it before I know it. I have a hunch that I have not had a good life for a few years, and I must get what's in there.

I spread the news in the rivers and lakes, and the treasures of the Southern Zhou Dynasty will appear soon. "

"Hundreds of years have passed, even if there is really a Foundation Establishment Pill in it, is the medicinal effect still there?" Fan Yanglou raised his doubts again.

Zheng Tianshan smiled: "Do we have any other options?"

"Once we succeed, how will UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com be divided in the end?" Ouyang Zi said suddenly.

The three looked at each other, and then Fan Yanglou said, "Old method, look at whose bones are stronger than hands and feet."

Hearing this, Ouyang Zi and Zheng Tianshan nodded.

The three of them clinked glasses and took a sip of wine, and talked about the events of these years. As the wine jar came to an end, Zheng Tianshan stood up: "Old guys, it's time to leave. According to the current news, the king of Zhennan There are four people around, one is Xiner, the direct witch of the Wu family, the other is the crying-nosed He Pingzhou that you pointed out to Ouyangzi back then, the other is the current head of the Su Nu faction, and the other is the only member of the Southern Zhou royal family. The remaining blood, Hu Mei'er."

"How's your strength?" Fan Yang Corridor asked.

"The little girl from the Wu family is a fourth-grade girl, He Pingzhou is a first-grade, Jiang Ruoqing is a second-grade, and Hu Meier is a fourth-grade." Zheng Tianshan said.

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