The Hardest Opening System in History

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Located in the center of Shenjing, Daxia’s most noble Zizhu and Willow alleys are already brightly lit at this time. A row of horse-drawn carriages is neatly parked at the gate of the vast mansion, followed by the white fish belly rising in the distance and the chickens one after another. The humming sounded out of the lane like a long dragon in an orderly manner.

　　 At the gate of the White Emperor Palace, two carriages converged into one place from a distance, and then drove into the White Emperor Palace together.

Such a scene was staged almost every day in Daxia. For fifteen years, Empress Wu had absolutely exhausted her mind as the regent and spared no effort. As a result, the entire Daxia dynasty was able to quickly regain its vitality. At this time, it was still faintly overpowering the Sun Empire. Potential.

　　 This point can be directly reflected from the entire battlefield of endless Shanxi. With a steady stream of equipment and food supplies, Daxia soldiers have more and more choices in tactics, and their confidence is getting stronger.

　　Although the alien race is still slightly better than the individual strength, once a large-scale war starts, Daxia has the ability to drag the entire empire down.

The main hall for discussion in the Great Xia Dynasty is called Huangji Hall, named by His Majesty Taizu. The hall is not luxurious, nor is there any so-called red pillars, blue tiles, and gilt roofs. It is just an ordinary hall with a wide area. Generally black, solemn and solemn.

　　 There is a huge copper pillar on each side supporting the whole hall. On the top of the hall, two huge phantom animals, one black and one gold, are constantly spreading their wings and soaring.

　　 The golden color is the Phoenix Emperor, the Great Xia Totem, and hundreds of millions of people worship, and when they come out, the world is peaceful.

　　 Black is the mysterious bird, the ancestor bird of the Zhao family, the lord of the great summer, folk legend, the fate of the mysterious bird, born Zhao.

　　 The hour has come, and the gate of Huangji Palace opens.

　　 The densely packed officials are divided into two ranks of civil and military ranks. According to their position, they filed in from both sides of the Huangji Hall. Above, the regent Queen Wu was already sitting on the high platform phoenix chair, with phoenix eyebrows rising to the sky, eyes full of power and power.

　　 She has always been like this, arriving at the earliest and returning at the latest.

　　 Behind Empress Wu, there was only an old **** standing alone, so after everyone had finished the ceremony, the eunuch’s voice rang out.

　　 "I have something to play!"

　　 The voice fell, and he was over middle-aged, but the still charming Libu Shang Shuyou Tingjian stepped out of the list, came to the center, bent down and said: "I'm the regent, the minister has two things to tell.

"First, the Dao-Wu Grand Tournament has all ended yesterday. The top three in the Grand Tournament are Lin Xiao, the son of Zhenyuhou, Sun Moon Zongqing Niantong, and Wanjian Pavilion sword student, but there is an abnormal number in the Grand Tournament. Qiu Hengji, the former young master of Bibozong in Chuzhou, made a blockbuster and ranked fifth, but Bibozong was involved in the assassination of His Royal Highness Taisun, so I hereby report how to deal with it."

　　 After a while, Empress Wu was majestic, and her scorching voice resounded throughout the hall.

"The Bibozong matter, Yu'er has already taken care of it. You don't need to pursue any further investigations. They will be listed based on the actual rankings. As for Lin Xiao, it is up to him to choose whether to enter the Fourth Army as deputy commander or Yulongguan as a partial general. Just report."

　　 "Chen Zunzhi."

After hearing this, You Ting nodded, and then said: "In addition, there is another matter. Regarding His Royal Highness Taisun and Guandadian on the ninth day of September, the Ministry of Rites has already issued invitations to the various sects of Great Xia. One city, one palace , One door, Two pavilions, Five sects, Liuli City saints have arrived, Taoist Palace, Confucian sect, Bingzong are located near Shenjing, they will be able to observe the ceremony, Haicuozong, Linglongzong are currently also rushed to Shenjing, Mingzong This mouse will not be mentioned for the time being, but Wanjian Pavilion Muronghe replied that he would not be able to come after a breakthrough, while Shenji Pavilion did not reply, as if sinking into the sea."

　　 "The sword Murong He played in Gwangju consumed the Hundred Years' Aggregate, and has released enough kindness to allow him to be absent to observe the ceremony. As for the Shenji Pavilion, I know what their plan is and tell them, come or die!"

　　 Huangji Hall was full of evil spirits instantly, the temperature dropped sharply, and the broad and hard marble floor seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

　　 The cold came and went quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The Shang Shu of the Ministry of Etiquette once again bowed to the top and stood back in the line.

　　 There was a brief silence in the hall, and no one reported it again.

　　 "Is there anything else to report?" The old eunuch's voice continued.

　　 "Supervisor Sitian has something to report."

　　 approached a figure from outside the palace gate. It was an old man with a withered face and awe-inspiring expression. It was the great master, Dan Yuanzi.

　　 "Play!"

　　 "For the regent, His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun has personally selected the hunting location for him and crown, it is a small world just formed in the endless mountain, and Si Tianjian set its danger level as red."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a sudden violent noise in the Huangji Hall. Immediately, several veterans from Zizhuxiang came out to express their opposition. Even the officials of Liuyexiang, who were the middle school students, were surprisingly unanimous this time. The importance of Zhao Yu of Daxia Dumiao is too important.

　　 Everyone was waiting for Empress Wu, who was sitting on top of the phoenix chair, to speak, but as the regent, she fell into a long silence. After a long time, her lips opened slightly and she said a word:

　　 "Quasi!"

　　 Suddenly, the Huangji Hall exploded in an instant, and a group of veterans knelt down and bowed into the remonstrance.

　　 "The regent must never fail, the emperor grandson must not lose."

"Do you think that my nephew, who just killed Saint half a month ago, can't even deal with a bunch of foreign races who only have Dao Void Realm? Or do you think that the most elite young talent of my Daxia Dynasty, even his grandson? Your Highness can't protect it?"

　　 As soon as this statement came out, the hall was silent, and no one refuted it.

With three poles on the mountain, the gate of Huangji Hall opened again, and the ant-like crowd walked out of the hall again and walked out of the White Emperor Palace, but did not leave in a carriage, but gathered in twos and threes in one place, constantly communicating with each other Then, until the time was near noon, they left in droves.

　　 In the Palace of the Emperor, Empress Wu still sat on the phoenix chair, and the old **** did not move an inch behind him.

　　 In the empty hall below, there was only one figure kneeling respectfully, with a Chinese-style face, a burly figure, an ordinary face, and a blue robe.

　　 ninth on the Great Xia Mountain and Sea Ranking, Haicuo Sect Master, Yuan Jiang!

　　 Yuan Jiang has been kneeling in the hall for half an hour. The Empress Wu above has not said a word. Yuan Jiang's kneeling posture has become more and more respectful.

　　 "Why act without authorization?"

　　 Finally, Empress Wu’s voice came from above, plain and majestic, without a trace of emotion.

　　 Yuan Jiang lowered his head deeply, and answered meticulously:

　　 "Subordinates know their mistakes."

　　 "Marry your left arm in order to behave like you. You have to understand that I am saving your life. If you let your mother do it, you won't be able to stand here now."

The sound of the rolling phoenix lingered in the hall, and the figure of the old **** behind Wuhou disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he had already appeared beside Yuan Jiang. He raised his hand and grabbed Yuan Jiang’s left arm. And broken, donating blood sprayed all over the place.

　　 Yuan Jiang gave a muffled snort, sweating profusely on his unyielding face, but he bit tightly and stopped making any noise.

　　 "Retreat, go to the Taiyuan Hospital and get a dragon yuan, which can protect you nine levels of combat strength."