The first thousand four hundred and twenty-four chapters, the sword points to the imperial capital
In the early morning of the next day, the dawn shredded the darkness left by the night and sprinkled the sky and the earth.
The tall and straight solitary peak stands in the sea of clouds, like a sword thrust into the sky, and the undulating forest sea embellishes it to create a vibrant scene.
Standing on the top of the solitary peak, Ye Chen looked down at the surging sea of clouds below, his eyes showing a hint of contemplation.
Future squatted aside, looking at Ye Chen from time to time, holding a ball of mud in his hand, shaping it into something like Ye Chen.
Anyang Hou and Hong Lei were hung on a cliff, with a bottomless abyss beneath them.
The biting mountain peaks rolled out from the abyss, blowing against the two Marquis Anyang. Their backs were dripping with cold sweat, and they both looked at Ye Chen fearfully.
Whoosh! All around was dead silence, only the roar of the cold wind. Until the rising sun and the morning glow filled the sky, two sharp blasts of wind sounded at the end of the sky.
Raising his eyes, Ye Chen looked at the end of the world and murmured softly: "Here he comes!"
Hearing this, Anyang Hou and Hong Lei raised their heads one after another, their eyes focused on the end of the sky.
In the undulating sea of clouds, two bright sword lights appeared in the sky, and the surrounding cloud waves retreated towards both sides.
Seeing the two sword lights, Anyang Hou and Hong Lei's eyes changed, and their eyes showed a touch of solemnity. In the two sword lights, they vaguely noticed an astonishing oppression.
The sword light became brighter and brighter, and in just a few breaths, the two sword lights reached the top of the lonely peak.
The sword light dissipated, and two figures emerged, an old woman and a middle-aged man.
Seeing these two figures, Future stood up suddenly and exclaimed: "Grandma Bingyun, Uncle Wuming!"
In the future, he ran into Huan Bingyun's arms and buried his head in it.
Huan Bingyun hugged the future with a kind face, "Little Future is healthier than before!"
"Benefactor!" Wu Shiman held a bloody long attack, made a sword salute to Ye Chen, and said respectfully.
A terrifying aura vaguely filled Wuming's body. Ye Chen raised his eyes, glanced at Wuming, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "How is the injury?"
"He hasn't recovered yet, but it's easy to kill him!" Wuming turned around and pointed his sword coldly at Marquis Anyang.
Hiss! A biting murderous intent came upon him, and Marquis Anyang took a breath. Without any fear, he met Wuming's gaze, and ripples of void filled the space between them.
Although he appeared calm, Marquis Anyang felt uneasy in his heart. The aura fluctuations from the two people in front of him were extremely terrifying, and they were very familiar to him. These two people were also strong men who had condensed their original bodies.
"It's not difficult for me to kill that person. If I were in my heyday, it wouldn't be difficult to kill the person next to me!" Huan Bingyun gently patted the future on the back and chuckled.
Hearing this, Hong Lei's heart suddenly sank, and he looked at Huan Bingyun with a solemn expression. In this elderly figure, he noticed an extremely terrifying aura.
"Damn it, Suowu Hell imprisoned such a powerful person. Those people didn't report it!" Marquis Anyang's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth.
Hong Lei remained silent, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. No wonder this prisoner could break through the million-strong army in Suowu Hell and fight his way out of Hell.
Standing with his hands behind his hands, Ye Chen looked at the undulating cloud waves below. He pondered for a moment and said: "Huan Bingyun, Wuming, in the future you will take this girl back to the base!"
Hearing this, Future suddenly raised his head, a layer of mist appeared in his beautiful eyes, and he looked a little panicked: "Uncle Ye Zi doesn't want Future anymore?"
"How come Uncle Ye doesn't want the future? Uncle has agreed to take the future to see the most beautiful sunset in the world!" With tender eyes, Ye Chen turned around and touched the future's head, and said softly: "Uncle Ye is going. A trip to Daqian Imperial Capital, there are many bad people there, if uncle takes the future there, he will be distracted and will not have time to take care of the future."
Upon hearing this, Future immediately beamed and muttered: "In the future, I thought my uncle disliked me, but fortunately not!"
"After a while, uncle will go back to find the future, okay?" Ye Chen said softly. After getting along for so long, Ye Chen knew that the girl in the future was very dependent on him.
"Yeah!" Grabbing Ye Chen's clothes, Mirai nodded obediently. The life in hell has made him mature far beyond his peers. He knew that if he followed him to the imperial capital, he would definitely be a burden.
"My benefactor wants to go to Daqian Imperial Capital?" Wuming Jian frowned slightly and asked softly.
Standing up, Ye Chen nodded and said, "I have some debts that I need to collect, and I also need to find someone by the way!"
"I will go with my benefactor!" The veins in his right hand holding the blood-red long bow bulged, Wuming said in a low voice, his tone was extremely firm.
Looking at each other, Ye Chen pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay!"
"Thank you, Lord!" Wuming bowed slightly, a murderous intent flashed through his deep eyes, and a figure appeared in his mind, "Marquis of Destruction, after more than a hundred years, the untouchables you regarded as ants at the beginning have come to collect debts." .
"The future will be taken care of by you!" Ye Chen looked at Huan Bingyun and asked again.
"Don't worry, benefactor, I will never let the future be harmed at all!" Huan Bingyun said firmly, holding the hand of the future.
"Uncle Ye Zi, I'm waiting for you to come back!" Future's gaze always fell on Ye Chen, and his words were still swaying in the wind. Huan Bingyun stood up, hugged Future, and swept across the sky like a rainbow.
After watching Huan Bingyun leave, Ye Chen just retracted his gaze and dragged the two Marquis Anyang, who were like dead dogs, straight to the Daqian Imperial Capital through the sea of clouds.
Wuming followed closely behind, the Changhong in his hand was filled with a faint blood light, which was extremely strange, and a stern aura filled the air around Wuming.
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In the imperial capital of Daqian, people are singing and dancing every day, and the silk and bamboo are pleasing to the ear.
This ancient capital that has existed for thousands of years has been extremely prosperous, with blocks of bricks and jade tiles, and undulating sword-house buildings.
A majestic and majestic general trend hovered over the Daqian Imperial Capital. In the Imperial Capital, countless waves of extremely powerful aura filled the air.
In this thousand-year-old capital, there are countless powerful people who are in seclusion here.
The terrifying general situation made the sky above the imperial capital completely cloudless. Warriors who had reached the Lingwu realm could even see the general situation in the sky. The general situation turned into a bloody giant dragon, hovering in the sky, suppressing the luck of Daqian.
A few days ago, news came that the envoys from Yan and Zhao were about to visit the Daqian Imperial Capital, and the entire Daqian Imperial Capital was in a state of excitement.
An avenue covered with flowers extends from the imperial palace to the city tower. This is the highest etiquette for entertaining guests in the Dagan Imperial Palace.
In the imperial palace, Emperor Daqian was dressed in a dragon robe and looked extraordinary.
Emperor Daqian was sitting on the dragon throne, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his pressure was like a flood, permeating every corner of the palace.
"The Thunder God Marquis has been ordered to go to the southwest capital for several days. So far, I have not received any news from the Thunder God Marquis!" A glimmer of light flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes. The Daqian Emperor stood up, stepped off the dragon throne, and looked at the blue sky. , murmured: "It seems that that lowly person is much more difficult than imagined, but with the Thunder God Marquis's cultivation, even if he cannot kill that lowly person, it will be easy to escape intact!"
Roar! The blue sky is cloudless, and from time to time, long-lasting dragon roars are heard, driving the general trend of the Daqian Empire.
With his eyes like lightning, Emperor Daqian stared at the long bloody dragon transformed by the general trend in the sky, and chuckled: "More and more powerful men from the empire are gathering here, and the general trend of the empire will skyrocket!"
Boom! The melodious sound of the bell rang in the undulating sword palace, and a bright sword light broke through the sky, fell straight down, and landed in front of Emperor Daqian. The sword light receded, and it was a young man wearing blood-clothed clothes. The young man He knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "My emperor, the envoy of the Yan State, Jing Ziyun, will arrive at the imperial capital today with three thousand Yanyun cavalry, and the envoy of the Zhao State, Zhao Yunyu, will arrive at the imperial capital with ten thousand troops today."
Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Emperor Daqian's lips. The envoy from Yanzhao finally arrived. He put his hands on his hands and laughed loudly and said: "According to this emperor's order, people throughout the capital were playing music and dancing every day. For three days in a row, the city gate Not closed, all the officials are bathing and changing clothes, and are always ready to accompany the emperor to welcome the envoys from Yan and Zhao. The style of a country must not be compromised. If anyone does something that harms the face of my Daqian at this critical moment, the nine tribes will be killed. amnesty!"
"No!" The young man stood up, bowed, turned and left.
Woohoo! The horns neighed, the war drums played melodiously, millions of troops moved in succession, millions of cavalry rode out, and hundreds of thousands of maids wearing palace skirts followed closely behind the army.
The music is wafting, and thousands of people are rejoicing...