The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

There are more and more rebellious cities in the land of China. The Manchu and the northern Mongolians sent troops from both the north and the south at the same time. They fought all the way and marched faster and faster.

At the end of the era of Daxia, there was a divine disaster, which was destroyed at night, and Daxia withered. The situation that the two powers once stood at the same time became a thing of the past. The fragmented situation of China was full of war disasters, and the people were in dire straits.

Mingyue led 150000 troops to the south, and 90000 iron cavalry were invincible. It was difficult for the rebels or the defenders to stop them.

Mingyue is good at fighting but not good at fighting. The emperor of northern Mongolia, who was taught by fanlingyue and ningchen, has a high level of war concept and cognition that ordinary people can match. With the help of four generals, he has made a surprising pace of going south.

The Royal Court of northern Mongolia is different from that of Daxia in the Central Plains. The nomadic fighting nations in the north, with vast grassland and sparse population, have not been damaged in this divine disaster. Up to now, no Dynasty in the world can stop the powerful iron cavalry of northern Mongolia.

Man Chao also knows this fact, so he is trying to expand, plunder war resources and strengthen himself.

The old master's prophecy will come true, and the end of the summer is just around the corner.

The princes do not show up. The soldiers and soldiers of the great Xia, no matter in strength or in morale, are all in a low position. Although the Marquis anling has the name of marquis Wu, everyone in the world knows that the real Marquis Wu of the great Xia have all died in the disaster of the underworld. The Marquis Wu of the great Xia, who has shocked the world for thousands of years, no longer exists.

"It's hard to believe that such a decaying Dynasty could last for thousands of years"

in the war-torn summer, a businessman who was dressed differently from the folk customs of China appeared. The first young man, dressed in luxurious and strange clothes, with rare dark green eyes, could see that he was a rich young man from a foreign country.

"Childe, what the eyes see is not necessarily the truth," a rickety old man told the young man in a low voice.

"Oh, what Ling Bo taught us is that we only come here to do business. It's the right thing to earn enough money. Other things don't matter to us." Xin Liangchen laughs and doesn't care.

"If you earn money, you can redeem for Miss Su in the white night building, don't you, young man?" Next to him, a young man dressed as a servant joked.

"Archie, you don't learn well when you are young. What I like is the girl of Jiaqi, and I don't know what you mean by the plain girl." Xin Liangchen said softly with a deliberate face.

The boy named Archie was not afraid. He grinned and didn't believe a punctuation mark at all.

"The eastern region is a bit chaotic, but there are a lot of strange things, especially the soap. It's just white silver." Xin Liangchen's serious expression didn't last for three seconds. When he mentioned silver, he was smiling and didn't know where to fly.

"It's said that it was invented by a Marquis of Daxia," said Archie with the same smile.

"Zhiming Hou," the old man said calmly.

"Yes, it's Zhiming Hou. Eh, Lingbo, how can you remember so clearly?" A strange color flashed on a Qi's face. Didn't Ling Bo never care about these things?

Young master Xin was also curious about this. He turned his face and waited for the answer.

However, the old man was silent and didn't say anything more, which made their curiosity get stuck in their throat, itching badly, but they couldn't catch it.

Two young people, in the heart together erect a middle finger, however, no one dare to show it, still a face of idiot smile, smile badly beat.

At the same time, in the southwest of China, women have been searching for Fengyuan for more than a month. They have almost turned over the whole southwest territory, but they have never found it.

"Have you found the host"

nvchang frowned, and now it's the only explanation, otherwise, she shouldn't have been unable to find Fengyuan's breath.

"Trouble"

the girl often thinks about it. With a lotus step, she rises into the air, and her whole body works up to the utmost. A terrible breath close to congenital perfection spreads out, and the powerful pressure makes all the living beings in the hundred Li tremble.

"Soul of the dead"

with a cold drink, the terrible move was suddenly suppressed. In an instant, the blood and bones of the hundred Li living creatures exploded, and the gushing blood rain dyed nine days red.

Fengyuan did not appear, and tens of thousands of people were buried with her. After she had scanned her mind, she found nothing unusual. She immediately left here and looked for other places.

On this day, the Southwest Territory of China was flooded with blood. Except for human beings, all the living creatures were almost extinct, and the color of blood was dazzling.

Fenghuang is noble, proud and disgusted with human beings. Therefore, the most unlikely host is human beings. Women often don't know how Zhiming is recognized by Fengyuan. However, such exceptions can't appear again and again.

"Found"

just at the middle of the moon, in the blood rain all over the sky, a trace of golden brilliance appeared, female Chang's eyes narrowed, her figure quickly passed, came to the front, and rowed to suppress Fengyuan."Know your fate, you should not die"

feeling the residual soul knowledge in Fengyuan, nvchang felt a little relaxed, stepped on her feet and swept toward the East.

With this part of soul consciousness and the strength of zhenhunzhu, she may be able to save him. She has spent a huge price to save him, and she must not fail.

At the site of the Academy, women often show up, wave away the prohibitions outside the wooden house and step into it.

In order to fight against the underworld, he gave up all his life. Only at this time can he stop and rest.

Women often step forward, turn their palms to coagulate the yuan, and the Phoenix source shows up, and penetrates into the body of the former little by little.

It is not because the Phoenix source does not recognize the master, but because of the physical repulsion, it is difficult for the Phoenix source to merge.

Once upon a time, the power of shengzhijuan could suppress the power of repulsion. However, in order to break the great threat of the sea of Qi and Qi of the underworld in the battle of Qi Zhoushan, Ning Chen forced to use the forbidden moves, and his whole body was scattered.

The girl often frowns again. One trouble after another. I really don't know how the magistrate endured the pain.

At the same time, the hometown of West Buddha and the ancient land of Changling, a terrible breath out, the next moment, eastward.

In the hometown of the West Buddha, the female Buddha is a strong man with a big circle and full environment. She has a feeling at the same time, and her face shows a different color.

East China, the ancient sage level of the most powerful person in person, the extreme pressure of terror, shocked the world, people mistakenly think that Hades is coming again.

I can't see the light and shadow of my face clearly. I'm full of ups and downs. Standing on the top of human beings, I can't move my eyes.

The most mysterious female statue of Changling in the west is rarely seen. Today, in order to make up for the incomplete soul of Zhiming, she appears.

With the help of the empress, the state of China was shaken, and streamers of light gathered from all directions in the Academy. The soul of the school was extremely bright and brilliant, and forced to gather the souls who were scattered between the heaven and the earth.

"Ka"

a moment later, there was a crisp sound, and a crack appeared on the zhenhun bead. The move of mending the soul against heaven was not allowed by heaven and earth, and the most precious treasure of Changling could not bear such a huge load, gradually showing the image of collapse.

In a gamble, women often save their lives at all costs, but no one knows the result. However, in order to step on the next step after the completion, these costs must be paid.

With the passage of time, there are more and more cracks on the zhenhun bead. Finally, with a bang, the treasure crumbles and becomes invisible.

The gathering ghost, I don't know the geometry, the woman often looks at the comatose Zhiming on the bed, her eyes are shining continuously, she has tried her best, whether she can wake up depends on the person's nature.

The next moment, the terrible pressure on the land of China left and returned to the hometown of West Buddha.

The woman often appears in the magistrate's office and disappears again after she is sent back to the magistrate.

At daybreak, Ruoxi comes to ningchen's room to clean as usual. When he sees the sleeping figure on the bed, his body shakes violently, and the wooden basin in his hand falls down with a bang.

"Lord Hou"

Ruoxi ignores his wet clothes and steps forward to explore the situation of the former.

Next to the room, Ning Xi heard the next door to the movement, immediately also rushed over.

In front of the scene, people can't believe that Ning Chen's breath is smooth and long. Although he hasn't recovered yet, he obviously has no worries about life.

Outside of Hou Fu, the woman often looks at Hou Fu quietly. Maybe this person will wake up faster when he is here.

He was in a coma for a long time in the hometown of Xifo. Aman woke up earlier than Ning Chen. He sat on the bed and looked at the black medicine that the little monk had sent. Ten thousand of them didn't want to drink it.

"Master, I'm ready. Can I not drink?" Aman twisted his head and looked at the man in green not far away, expecting.

"No way" Prince Yan didn't even think about it, and directly vetoed.

"Oh"

with a bitter face, aman reluctantly answered, took the medicine in front of him, summoned up courage, closed his eyes and drank it into his stomach.

"Bitter"

aman put down the medicine bowl and looked at Prince Yan again.

Prince Yan stepped forward helplessly and handed a pear to him. The only girl in the world dared to call him.

"Thank you, master"

aman took the pear and gave it a smile. His beautiful face made the young monks at one side look stunned. When they got back to their senses, they quickly recited Amitabha. Don't blame Buddha.

"Little benefactor, how are you recovering?"

At this time, the golden light gathered, guangzun appeared, holding the sacred staff to calm the flames, stepping on the * word Buddha light, and looking too young at any time.

"I'm ready"

aman replied, looking at guangzun who looked like a teenager, and then at the little monk with bald head in front of him. There was a doubt in his eyes, why the big monk can't be bald.

The little girl's mind is so obvious that it's hard for people to guess. Guangzun smiles gently. If people in the world are as clean as the little girl in front of them, maybe the underworld will never come again.