The Heavenly Venerate of the Great Antiquity

"I have achieved the fruit of the Primordial Dao, and I have the dignity of a saint, so I can naturally control my luck." Ye Chen said indifferently.

If there is a lot of anger on the side, and the ignorance of intelligence is not open, Ye Chen is indeed difficult to communicate with him.However, the dragon energy is a combination of the luck of the dynasty, the energy of mountains and rivers, and the will of the people.Since he has intelligence, no matter how difficult it is to communicate and what a mysterious realm he is in, for Ye Chen, it's just a matter of finding things.

"saint?"

Long Qi's pupils shrank, and he looked at Ye Chen suspiciously, "How can a saint come to such a small world because of the rules?"

"How can you understand it based on your realm?"

Ye Chen didn't want to say more on this issue, "Let me ask you, the building is about to collapse, how do you deal with yourself?"

"As a dragon, it is the will of the people, and it is transformed by the emperor's aura." After a moment of indulgence, the decaying dragon said in a muffled voice: "If the Song Dynasty perishes, the other party is the Han Dynasty. Together, we will help it last for a hundred years. If it is a foreign dynasty in the north, I will burn all the jade and stone, and fight with it until the last moment.”

Unexpectedly, such a weak dynasty has a tenacious and persevering dragon spirit...

There was a little respect in Ye Chen's heart, and from this dragon spirit, Ye Chen saw the spirit of Song Zimin.No wonder it is as powerful as Mongolia. When facing the Song people, they have to exert all their strength to win the south.Even after the world has been pacified, it is extremely unconfident to put away all the civilian weapons, and even the kitchen knife has to be used by the whole village.

"It's a pity that the backbone of the family will be lost at the end of the Ming Dynasty." Even if it was Ye Chen's heart, he couldn't help sighing.

"Your Excellency has such terrifying strength, why do you stand by and see that Li Min is trapped in the army and can't be saved?" Long Qi saw that Ye Chen was part of the descendants of Yan and Huang before countless years ago, and couldn't help scolding angrily.

After the conferring of gods, there will be no nine-nine supreme, there are only nine-five supreme in the world.Dynasty dragon qi is no longer round, so this dragon qi was only at its peak when it was golden immortal.Even so, due to the mysterious identity of Qi Luck, it can't even play a tenth of it.

Even if he is weak, Ye Chen can always scold him in the face of this dragon energy, which shows his upright character.

"The saint controls the luck, don't say that you are just the dragon of the Ninety-Five Supreme. Even if the dragon of the Nine-Nine Emperor, the deity can be easily killed." Ye Chen raised his brows and said coldly, "You dare to do this. Presumptuous?"

"How about being presumptuous?" Long Qi said loudly, and the tired old dragon burst into dazzling brilliance. Even if the opponent was a saint who had achieved Primordial Dao Fruit, it would still have to fight until he died.

"Good spirit." Ye Chen sincerely praised: "In this way, the deity wants to help you."

"There are ants under the saint," Long Qi's eyes showed a little doubt, "Will you help the ants?"

"Every grass and every tree is a living being."

Ye Chen had already made up his mind that he would use the broken dragon spirit of the Jin Kingdom to repair the foundation of the dragon spirit of the Southern Song Dynasty.Let it survive the attack of Mongolian Dragon Qi, and when the Mongolian offensive gradually declines, it will be counterattacked to regain the world in one fell swoop.Of course, this requires a lot of layout, and it is definitely not something that can be solved by killing as many people or destroying two or three dragon qi.

Otherwise, Ye Chen will enter the Jin Kingdom Palace alone, slaughter the Jin Kingdom clan from top to bottom, and then defeat the Jin Kingdom Dragon Qi and you will be done.In fact, if the national spirit is still there and the country is not lost, no matter how many times the dragon qi collapses, it can recover in a short period of time.Unless Ye Chen cuts off the world, so that the rules of the world cannot be interfered with.But the price is too high, and it is easy to be taken advantage of by the consciousness of the small world.

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"Before that, this deity wants you to do me a favor." Ye Chen's divine sense said, "Tomorrow..."

Southern Song Longqi heard Ye Chen's words, and there was an inexplicable emotion in the huge dragon's eyes.

Lin'an, within the imperial city, has inadvertently arrived at Hai Shi.

After indiscriminately instructing the memorial, Song Lizong Zhao Yun threw off the pen in his hand and hurried to Xie Daoqing's bedroom.Xie Daoqing was the first concubine that Zhao Yun married after he ascended the throne. He had a dignified appearance and a gentleness in his eyebrows.He came from an aristocratic family, and his grandfather, father and uncle were all high-ranking officials in the Southern Song Dynasty.In the past, Xie Daoqing had black moles at the corners of his eyes, and his skin was a little dark, so he was not particularly favored.Later, a strange illness caused Xie Daoqing's black moles to fall off and his skin to be fair and smooth, thus winning the favor of Song Lizong.

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"Your Majesty, the dragon's body is the most important thing." The eunuch beside him said worriedly.

"Haha." Zhao Yun sneered twice without saying much.As the emperor, he had to take into account the merits of Shi Miyuan and hand over all the important affairs of the state to him.In such a state of affairs, what if the weight of the dragon is not important?

When I came to the Palace of Concubine Xie, Xie Daoqing had been waiting for a long time.After undressing, Zhao Yun threw himself on Xie Daoqing's body, wishing to smash the woman into pieces and put it into his body.After lingering, Zhao Yun hugged his smooth and soft body and fell asleep.

Chapter [-] Nightmare

In the darkness, Zhao Yun stood there alone, and there was no sound around him.This young emperor suddenly felt a burst of fear in his heart, and suddenly there was a burst of light in the darkness.Zhao Yun suddenly discovered that he existed in a dilapidated city.Walking into the city, Zhao Yun felt a little slippery under his feet.He looked at him curiously, and couldn't help but let out a scream, "Someone!"

On the long bluestone road, scarlet blood spread on the ground, and this redness reflected in Zhao Yun's eyes.

"Someone! Help!"

Zhao Yun stumbled back and sat on the ground, with thousands of heads piled up in the depths of the street.On the semi-corrupt skin, there are still scattered pieces of meat falling down, turning into a sticky yellow body. "Twenty Zero"

Suddenly, all the heads opened their eyes, mouths and noses, and the voice of Yin Qiqi came erratically, "Your Majesty, save me..."

"Your Majesty, save me..."

"I can't save you..." Zhao Yun closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at these heads.

With a loud bang, a black tornado from the north came here, Zhao Yun had to endure the fear and approached the head.The sticky and bloody carrion was stuck to Zhao Yun's luxurious clothes.

The pampered Zhao Yun was so frightened by this scene that his face was covered with snot.Zhao Yun tried his best to prepare to escape, but unexpectedly, his legs softened and he was lying on the ground, his nose and mouth filled with thick yellow corpse water.He could only struggle in the dirty corpse water, feeling the black tornado gradually approaching him, and there was only sadness in his heart.

hold head high!

Just as Zhao Yun was in despair, a high-pitched dragon roar came from behind him, and a gust of wind swept past his ears.Then there was a terrifying roar between heaven and earth, and Zhao Yun opened his eyes tremblingly.I saw a golden flying dragon, tightly chanting around the black tornado, fighting and killing each other, and large pieces of dragon scales fell to the ground.Countless red blood dripped on the ground, turning into brave warriors, waving the swords in their hands to slaughter the black tornado.

One by one, the soldiers fell into the tornado, emitting a bloody red light. I don't know how long it took, the wanton and arrogant black tornado finally turned into black sand and scattered away, and the world became clear.The originally corrupted head was gradually revived, and it recovered little by little in front of Zhao Yun, and turned into vibrant people who bowed to Zhao Yun.

"Your Majesty, Wannian... Great Song Wannian..." The heaven and earth resounded with cheers from the people.

"Yeah……"

Zhao Yun couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing. He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the bedroom, with Wu Mei and delicate Xie Daoqing lying beside him.The emperor's laughter in her sleep woke her up. The Queen Mother Xie, who was praised by later generations for her wiseness, was just a favored concubine at the moment.She stared at the watery eyes and looked at the emperor curiously.

"Your Majesty...you..." Xie Daoqing said hesitantly, "Did...you have a happy dream?"

"Having a happy dream?" Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously hugged his soft body tightly, and said abruptly, "It wasn't a happy dream at first...but then it was..." Zhao Yun suddenly Holding his mouth shut, he understood that this dream was not unusual, and it must imply some kind of secret that others do not know.

In the residence of Shi Song, the envoy of the Jinghu system, the famous general, who received mixed praise and criticism from later generations, lay on the bed for a long time and could not sleep.

"It's been seven days..." Shi Songzhi's eyes showed a little tiredness. He couldn't sleep for the past seven days. Although he was not sleepy, his body was extremely tired.He could even feel that the life force was gradually draining from his body, and it wouldn't take long before he would run out of oil when he was in his prime.

If it was pure insomnia, it would be more than enough. Every moment, there would be many noisy voices in Shi Songzhi's ears.These voices were like steel knives, mercilessly slashing at Shi Songzhi's weak nerves, making him want to die immediately.