You Became A Killing God At The Beginning, Why Did Your Majesty Rebel?

The battle of Yumen Pass can be said to be the biggest shame of Dong Puti’s life!

The 200,000 troops in his hands were annihilated. If it weren’t for the great monk Kufan’s personal action, even he would have to explain.

Moreover, the most critical thing is that he was smart and tried to win over the Shanyue tribes, but the result was that he failed to gain anything and lost the rice, which completely ruined the war.

200,000 troops, for Da Zhou, are gone.

Since Yue Fuyao ascended the throne of the empress, the entire Daliang has been recuperating for a long time. It can be said that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the military is strong!

However, Dong Puti’s invincible Taoism was shattered at Yumen Pass!

So after he returned to Daliang, he stayed at home to recuperate. He didn’t bother to pay attention to the rumors about him in the court.

But before he could recover, the news came that Ning Fan had fought at Yumen Pass and swallowed 350,000 soldiers of Daliang.

This news almost made him vomit blood.

How shameless!

It was only 200,000 troops, but Ning Fan lied that it was 350,000 troops, and the most important thing was that Dong Bodhi had no way to refute it.

In the eyes of others, whether it was 200,000 or 350,000, Dong Bodhi was defeated.

A complete defeat!

And now, Dong Bodhi looked at the memorial handed over by the empress. When he saw the so-called 18 guys in black clothes with curved swords, he was immediately terrified.

The 18 Riders of Yanyun!

These were the 18 terrifying soul giants under Ning Fan’s command. How could he forget them?

Fengyun Camp, Daxue Dragon Riders, Yanyun Eighteen Riders, Xianzhen Camp, all the absolutely elite troops under Ning Fan, Dong Bodhi will never forget them in his life.

“Are you sure it’s Ning Fan’s Yanyun Eighteen Riders?”

Yue Fuyao frowned.

Dong Bodhi gritted his teeth and nodded: “Your Majesty, I can be sure that these eighteen people are Ning Fan’s Yanyun Eighteen Riders, there is absolutely no mistake.”

“If it weren’t for them, how could those refugees and rebels cause such a big commotion in Quzhou.”

“Your Majesty, let me go!”

Dong Bodhi stood up, his eyes were frighteningly calm.

However, under his calm eyes, there was a terrifying murderous torrent surging.

Ning Fan is here, how could he miss such a great opportunity.

Revenge is a small matter, as long as Ning Fan is killed in Daliang, then the road to Da Zhou will naturally collapse, and Daliang can take advantage of the situation to kill in.

Now, the throne of Beimang has been passed down, and the second female emperor of the three dynasties has stepped onto the highest stage.

But Li Zhaoxin of Beimang has an unspeakable relationship with Yang Xiao, the King of Zhenbei of Dazhou.

No one knows whether Beimang will help Yang Xiao to compete for the world.

Daliang also wants to have a piece of Dazhou’s dish.

So whether it is public or private, Dong Bodhi must keep Ning Fan in Daliang completely.

Moreover, he is not at ease if others take action.

Because he knows too well how terrible this damn guy is.

It is incredible enough that the Great Saint of the Eighth Realm can suppress the Saint of the Ninth Realm.

Not to mention that this guy got a forbidden magical power from nowhere, which can make him burst out with the world’s top combat power in an instant!

“Okay!”

“I’ll give you my 30,000 Daliang soldiers.”

“In addition, you can control and dispatch troops from all over the country. I only want one result, that is, the Grand Commander of Youzhou in Da Zhou must die!”

Yue Fuyao’s beautiful eyes were cold and cold.

At the same time, Ning Fan, who was far away in Quzhou, left Jiancheng.

Xianhemen.

A powerful existence in the Quzhou martial arts world, one sect with three great saints, can be said to be a cover for the sky in Quzhou.

When other sects suffered from assassinations by the Black Dragon Platform, the Xianhemen was also indispensable. In a few days, no less than five hall masters died!

Except for the Great Saint, it was safer. The disciples of other sects were cautious and worried all day long.

Xianhemen Hall.

An old man with white hair and beard sat in the main seat. He held a post in his hand. The appearance was black and there was a lifelike black dragon on the surface.

“Black Dragon Post!”

The old man gnashed his teeth and shook the post in his hand at the people below.

“Everyone, in the past few days, it is this damned Black Dragon Post that has caused chaos in Quzhou. The owner of this Black Dragon Post is so bold!”

“He actually wants to unify the Quzhou world and wants us to work for him!”

“What a joke!”

The old man slammed the Black Dragon Post in his hand to the ground, and then stood up. His pair of sturdy hands

His turbid eyes were now burning with anger.

Over the years, who dared to shout at Xianhemen in Quzhou?

But now, an outsider dared to make them kneel on the ground?

How bold! He was courting death!

“My Xianhemen has been the leader of Quzhou for many years. Now that we see that there are traitors at work, we must not sit idly by. We must eliminate the demons and bring peace back to Quzhou!”

“I have already sent an invitation to all the major sects a day ago, inviting them to come to my Xianhemen to discuss killing the master behind the Black Dragon Post!”

“Pass the order to me, all the disciples of my Xianhemen, from now on, those who are outside will return to the sect immediately, and those who are in the sect will prepare for battle immediately!”

“I will show that thing who is courting death what it means to have three saints in one sect and what it means to be the might of the great saint!”

Below, many sect leaders were also excited and roared with fists.

Three great saints in one sect, this foundation, looking at the whole Daliang, is already considered a medium-sized force, and the three great saints in their Xianhe Sect are not the first or second level.

But the fifth level!!!

Three five-level saints, what kind of shocking momentum is that?

Boom!!!

Just when everyone was extremely excited, suddenly a terrifying force came from a distance.

Everyone’s face suddenly changed, and they rushed out of the hall.

I saw a sword energy that tore through the sky, filled with the power of destruction, and turned the halls and houses of Xianhe Sect into nothingness in an instant!

“No, enemy attack!”

The old man with white hair and beard had fire in his eyes and roared continuously.

The next second, from the sect, the figures of disciples, like kites with broken strings, kept flying from a distance and fell heavily to the ground.

Then, thousands of disciples retreated rapidly, their faces full of fear, and the weapons in their hands were shaking violently.

In front of them, Ning Fan, riding on the back of the Snow Lion, gradually became clear.

Behind him, eight hundred Snow Dragon Riders, like a snow mountain, carried overwhelming pressure and followed Ning Fan slowly, holding spears and with cold eyes.

This scene made the high-level officials in the hall terrified and scared.

“Who are you? How dare you break into my Xianhe Gate!”

The old man with white hair and beard jumped in front of the retreating disciples, pointed at Ning Fan and roared, furious and murderous.