The black energy turned into a python and flew towards the golden dragon.
When these pythons flew out, you could faintly hear several rustling sounds in the air, and then watched these pythons fly towards the golden dragon, biting directly, and fell into madness.
The golden dragon was in pain and let out bursts of roars. The golden light of the national destiny burst out around it, trying to swallow these pythons.
Under the bursts of golden light, the python dissipated at a slow speed.
However, even after dissipating, these pythons are still tearing and twisting wildly, as if they want to vent all the resentment in their hearts before they disappear.
After more than ten seconds, this black energy was evaporated by the power of national destiny, and the golden light permeating the golden dragon's body also disappeared a lot at this moment, becoming weak.
shaggy dog!
Even though he had been injured, the eyes of the National Fortune Golden Dragon were still full of anger, as if he wanted to tear Zhang Jiao into pieces.
"anger?"
"Are you worthy? Now, do you feel the despair of the people who were enslaved and harmed by you?"
"What right do you have to be angry in front of me?"
Zhang Jue sneered, but didn't say much, just took one step forward.
When Zhang Jiao stepped forward with one foot, the earth trembled, everything was shaken, and in an instant, one could even feel a sharp sword energy rising into the sky.
That is the power that Zhang Jiao condensed with the power of Tao Yun Law, and it has the power of supreme greatness.
When Zhang Jiao took a step forward, the nine-section staff in his hand pointed forward.
When the staff was pointed out, bursts of sound piercing the air suddenly sounded all around, but the tip of the staff was pointed directly at the forehead of the National Fortune Golden Dragon, intending to kill it with one blow!
The golden dragon roared and spit out golden flames from its mouth. The flames spurted out and instantly turned into a sea of fire, trying to drown Zhang Jiao.
However, when the sea of fire surged, you could feel a bit of sharpness erupting instantly. It was the nine-section staff in Zhang Jiao's hand, which directly broke through the sea of fire. The force did not diminish, and he killed the golden dragon with the nine-section staff in his hand.
The stick swings down from top to bottom.
Sensing the crisis, the golden dragon roared, turned around, swung its tail violently, swept its tail towards Zhang Jiao, and landed on his nine-section staff.
At the moment when the dragon's tail swept over, Zhang Jiao's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant and walked out of the space above the golden dragon's head. He raised the nine-section staff above his head and opened his other hand.
, push forward, and then open the five fingers to clasp.
When the five fingers clenched, there were bursts of sonic booms in the ears. The National Fortune Golden Dragon sensed the crisis and wanted to swing his body to escape from here.
Just when it had this intention, the power of the surrounding space shrank, directly restraining the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, preventing it from any possibility of moving or struggling.
"There's no need to struggle. There's no way I can escape from Pindao's sword."
"Today, I am going to kill the dragon!"
Zhang Jiao murmured.
These words seemed to be spoken to the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, but also seemed to be spoken to himself.
When these words came out of his mouth, they were filled with an indescribable firmness and determination.
The nine-section staff held tightly in his hand suddenly fell. On the nine-section staff, one could even feel a blade flashing past, falling from the air, and slashing towards the Golden Dragon of National Fortune.
The Golden Dragon of National Fortune roared, but when faced with this blow, it did not dodge or dodge. It raised its head directly, rushed towards the sky, and collided with the nine-section staff in the air.
boom!
In an instant, a roar rang out, vibrating in the ears. In the extreme darkness, there were two rays of light colliding. They were two completely different forces, colliding and fighting!
Xiao Wen stood on the altar below and looked up at the scene in front of him. He felt strange but also somewhat familiar.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear Zhang Jiao's voice coming into his ears.
"Boy, did you see this scene in your previous life?"
"What Pindao is talking about is not an illusory picture, but the real scene that is unfolding before your eyes at this moment."
Hearing this, Xiao Wen was startled and wanted to search for the memory in his mind.
Can……
After Xiao Wen searched, he discovered that in his mind, deep in his subconscious, although he vaguely felt the existence of this scene, there was no clear memory of the scene in front of him.
There is quite a sense of right and wrong, and it feels like I have to stop talking.
"Do you understand now? The so-called Nankeyi Meng, maybe you remember clearly the collision between the weak, but those strong, those strong who exist in the present or the future, although the deeds related to them can be deduced, but
But it will never be restored! You should know this."
"Okay, Pindao is going to slay the dragon now. Pindao has said everything that needs to be said!"
As soon as the words fell, the power erupting from Zhang Jiao in the sky increased in an instant, as if some kind of shackles had been broken. The nine-section staff pressing on the golden dragon's head completely broke through its defense and went straight in!
However, when he broke open the Golden Dragon of National Luck, the countless powers of National Luck in his body, the golden color mixed with black energy, rushed towards Zhang Jiao without dodging, hit Zhang Jiao, and turned into nothingness.
Although these energies turned into phantoms, Zhang Jiao could still be seen turning pale when each force hit him, and the life breath in his body continued to weaken due to these collisions.
Below, Xiao Wen was still immersed in Zhang Jiao's words. He stood there like a clay sculpture, as if he was in a daze, constantly recalling what Zhang Jiao had just said in his mind.
…
Kyoto, Imperial Palace.
Today, Liu Hong was not playing with the palace ladies in the back garden. Instead, he was standing quietly in a corner of the palace alone.
It was a palace, but it was relatively deserted, and there were not many soldiers guarding it. The stone slabs outside were already covered with dust and fallen leaves, the thick moss on the steps, and the weeds stubbornly growing out of the gaps spoke of the loneliness of this place.
Here is the Ancestral Temple of the dynasty!
It is also the place where the souls of emperors of all dynasties returned after their death.
However, according to common sense, this place should be heavily guarded, and there should be maids and maids to clean it up every day, so that this place will never be abandoned.
But the fact is...
Since Liu Hong ascended the throne, he has not been to the Ancestral Temple a few times, not even once in several years.
At least, that's the case on the surface.
Many ministers even suggested allocating funds to repair the Ancestral Temple, but he ignored them in public and used them for eating, drinking and having fun.
In the eyes of those ministers, and in the eyes of all the people in the world, he is a real fool!
Recently, this foolish king stood outside the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, looking at the dusty door handle in front of him, and suddenly fell into silence.
"Speaking of it, I seem to have just left this place not long ago."
"But I didn't expect to come back so soon."
Liu Hong smiled bitterly, waved his sleeves, opened the door, and stepped in.