Chapter 230: The power of the Holy Emperor! Rising to the sky!
The Yin Yue Dynasty has been in the demon world for thousands of years, and has repeatedly sent troops to attack the human world. Children in the human world have heard the power of the Yin Yue demon and dare not cry at night. I don’t know how profound its background is.
Many people believe that the legendary catastrophe for the common people is due to the Yin Yue Dynasty.
However, such a glorious and prosperous demonic path was suddenly destroyed in the hands of Liu Hao.
After this battle, demons all over the world were frightened, and the world was in a state of awe.
Time flies by, everything is passing by in a blink of an eye. At this time, more than a month has passed since the attack on the Xuanyin Demon Realm.
The bustling and bustling capital of Nanchen.
The street has changed from the previous dead silence, with busy traffic, vendors and pedestrians, and it looks like a prosperous and prosperous era.
"Your Majesty destroyed the Yinyue Dynasty, and the master has returned to the court!"
"I saw that it was a war horse from the demon clan. It was as tall as a man!"
"Your Majesty is truly a man of God, and he will obey you in all directions!"
When the news came that the Han soldiers' squadron had returned to the court, the entire capital instantly exploded.
In the three realms, there are humans, demons and ghosts.
Only the human race is the weakest, while the demon race is powerful. They have repeatedly sent troops to attack the human world for thousands of years, and the dynasties in the world have been unable to raise their heads.
It is not easy for kings of all ages to be able to secure their country. How has anyone ever accomplished such a majestic hegemony?
All the people in the Nanchen capital dropped everything in their hands and poured out of the city like a tide, rushing to see the might of the Han army.
For such a grand occasion, the whole place was packed with people!
Woo! Woo! Woo!!
The desolate and chilling sound of the trumpet rumbled in the distance!
The red dragon banner, as red as fire, fluttered in the wind, causing ripples and making a hunting sound in the air.
a team
A well-organized group of Han warriors, armed with armor and strong weapons, riding black dragon horses, galloped into the city.
There were dozens of carts of loot seized from the Yinyue Dynasty, and they were escorted all the way into the city and added to the national treasury.
Everyone was stunned!
This is not a dream!
Caused by the sword of the Holy Emperor, the Yin Yue Dynasty was destroyed!
The common people were so excited that they were shaking, and many were so excited that they burst into tears.
The human race successfully conquered the demon world. From then on, the Han Dynasty will usher in an unprecedented era of prosperity!
The power of the Holy Emperor is as high as the sun!
Panlong Valley.
This is a hidden and mysterious paradise.
Looking from a distance, you can only see mountains entrenched in it, rising clouds and mist, rolling rapids, and a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.
An elegant scholar wearing a white gown, holding a book in his hand, was sitting on a piece of bluestone. The sound of Lang Lang reading complemented the sound of rushing water.
"In ancient times, scholars could practice Taoism. It would be great if I could get a glimpse of its secrets."
For a long time, the scholar in white shirt felt ripples in his mind. He no longer had the intention to read. He raised his head and exhaled softly, but he was dumbfounded in shock.
All you can see is a thousand-foot wall with misty clouds.
The waterfall gushed out from the top of the mountain, straight from the gap in the cliff to the bottom of the valley, like thousands of silver threads, falling in the air between the green and dangerous ancient cliffs. There was a figure, erratic like a god, falling straight down from the high cliff.
"Is this a human or a ghost!?"
If an ordinary person fell from this thousand-foot-high lonely cliff, they would have been smashed into pieces, but this person was able to survive unharmed and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Zhuge Wuwei's heart was trembling, and he had a strange feeling.
Feel:
The towering and majestic mountains are willing to bow before this man!
The aura emanating from the man in front of him actually gave people a sense of eternity, like an unparalleled emperor, standing passionately in the world!
"Zhuge Wuwei?"
Liu Hao glanced at Zhuge Wuwei, who had not yet recovered from the shock, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This frail scholar seems to have no power, but behind him there is a green and white energy rising into the sky, and he is blessed with good luck. He is worthy of being an important supporting role in the original drama of A Chinese Ghost Story.
After his identity was revealed by the mysterious man in front of him, Zhuge Wuwei took a deep breath, forced to calm down the turmoil in his heart, bowed his hands and said, "Senior, why did you come to this place outside the world?"
Liu Hao suddenly raised his head and looked at the mist-shrouded Panlong Valley, and said calmly: "Where is Su Tian's heart?"
The plain voice is like spring thunder blooming on the tip of the tongue, and the sound is heard hundreds of miles away.
In Panlong Valley, birds are flying in fright, and elk and animals are running around.
Zhuge Wuwei's eardrums trembled and his heart trembled.
In his heart, Su Tianxin is an immortal goddess who can only look up to her and is not stained by the mortal world.
After she had been hidden from the world for thousands of years, apart from him, there was actually someone else in the world who knew of her existence. This person acted freely, full of absolute confidence from head to toe, and seemed to know everything and be omnipotent!
Zhuge Wuwei was just a weak scholar, and he was already at a loss under the pressure of Liu Hao's majestic momentum.
That powerful and domineering voice surged and boomed in the Panlong Valley, overshadowing the waterfall on the lonely cliff.
After a while, a female voice finally sounded out: "We have distinguished guests coming to Panlong Valley. Wuwei, please step aside."
This voice is soft and gentle, like the spring breeze
With his face brushed, Zhuge Wuwei felt that the pressure on his body was relieved a lot, he moved his hands and feet and took a deep breath.
This girl with a graceful figure is wearing a pure white gauze dress. Her eyes are like autumn water, her nose is like jade, and she has a Qingluan phoenix hairpin in her hair. She exudes a cool and earthly temperament, as if she is...
The goddess from the fairy palace.
"What a Su Tianxin!"
A strange color flashed across Liu Hao's eyes.
It wasn't because of Su Tianxin's goddess temperament, but because after breaking the shackles of the Martial God, the first time he saw an extraordinary figure with a longevity of a thousand years was a Valkyrie.
Su Tianxin.
The founding patriarch of Xuan Xin Zheng Sect, his aura is as vast as the abyss, unfathomable.
Liu Hao also touched his palms and sighed: "She deserves to be the most amazing woman in the three realms, with unparalleled talent."
In the world of gods and demons, strong men emerge in large numbers, but those who can cultivate to the level of a great master are rare. Only one appears in decades. Su Tianxin is able to achieve the realm of a martial god, with a thousand-year lifespan and an astonishing talent.
"I should be the one to say this. Your talent is the best in history."
Su Tianxin's face was calm, her beautiful eyes were staring at Liu Hao, but her heart had already set off huge waves. ,