In the middle of the night, Xue Hong sat cross-legged on the bed, with the wooden sword lying across his knees, breathing out his true energy, and there was a faint sense of majestic vitality.
After more than a month, Xue Hong has now completely stabilized in the Da Zhi Xuan realm.
The cause of the reversal of the unfinished secret arts finally came to light.
The moment the secret technique was generated, Xue Hong felt that his mind had never been clearer before, as if he could see the cause and effect logic of everything, and could go upstream to trace the origin and peer into the future.
At the same time, Xue Hong's own foundation, perception, and self-created swordsmanship also began to become perfect and reach a higher level the moment the secret technique was generated.
Xue Hong, who stepped into the Big Zhixuan, could clearly see the two white pillars of luck pouring upward between heaven and earth.
The two luck beams are located in Jinling and the capital where Xue Hong is.
The Luck Light Pillar in Jinling is far larger than the light pillar in the capital!
Xue Hong: Emperor Hongwu established the capital in Jinling, and later Emperor Chengzu moved the capital, which is where the capital is today. In other words, the foundation of the Ming Dynasty may be in Jinling.
Xue Hong lifted the wooden sword upside down and took advantage of the night to fly straight into the sky, heading straight for the pillar of luck.
After ascending to the clouds, Xue Hong finally saw clearly that the capital's luck was divided into three parts.
A force of love filled with a faint pink light.
One is an ordinary white light beam.
The last wave actually took away the slightest bit of dragon energy!!
Xue Hong even suspected that he was wrong. How could those pseudo-immortals in the sky have the courage to be contaminated with dragon energy? More importantly, where did this dragon energy come from?
There is no need to worry about the palace. With Emperor Longqing here, not to mention these useless pseudo-immortals, even ordinary real immortals don't have that ability.
There is a high probability that it is not the prince's dragon aura. Although the prince's dragon aura is purely powerful, in the end it only comes from Emperor Longqing. The five virtues have not yet been determined. Although he has dragon power, he does not have a dragon shape.
In other words, this dragon energy most likely belongs to Emperor Longqing's brothers and sisters.
Xue Hong no longer thought about it. Anyway, he would recognize him whenever he encountered him in the capital. The first priority now was to cut off his luck.
Xue Hong raised the wooden sword, the tip of the sword reached the sky, and when he touched it with his fingers, the majestic Dahuangting Zhenqi was poured into it.
"Open the Liuhe, lead to the Spring and Autumn Period, the world and the four universes, the majestic family and the universe. One sword cuts through the Spring and Autumn Period!"
Two artistic conceptions appeared on the wooden sword in Xue Hong's hand, half of which was majestic vitality, and half of which was decay and death.
One is like the rising sun in spring, and the other is like twilight in autumn.
The two sword intents merged with each other and eventually turned into a black and white sword that slashed straight towards the pillar of luck.
Yin and yang are yin, use the spring and autumn of the world to break your luck! Open!!
Boom!!!
The moment the Luck Light Pillar shattered, endless Luck poured out from the light pillar, emitting a dazzling white light. At this moment, the endless Luck seemed to break free from the cage and returned to its original place, cheering for joy.
Above the capital, within a radius of a hundred miles, a bright light suddenly shot into the sky, bright as day!
Xue Hong did not stop and flew straight towards Jinling.
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In the Chixia Palace of Heaven, a huge roar suddenly came from the dragon roar!
Everyone knew that Empress Chixia was probably offended by something, which caused her to become extremely angry.
"Lingjun, Huang Baigong, Hehuan Bodhisattva, and Viper, the four of you quickly go down to the realm to investigate the destruction of the Luck Light Pillar!"
"Since the immortal gods left the world, when did the world have such big trouble!"
"Go quickly!!"
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Above Jinling City, Xue Hong looked in the direction of the Xiaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Hongwu, and saw a golden dragon, desperately trying to prevent luck from rising. Although it was still impossible to prevent a large amount of luck from entering the fairy world, it at least greatly delayed the time when Ming Dynasty was drained of luck.
Just when Xue Hong was about to swing his sword Que Chunqiu again, he saw four streams of light flying towards him from the sky.
They are the four false immortals in heaven.
Huang Baigong, with his yellow hair hanging down, looked like a Taoist immortal, but there was no peaceful aura around him. He asked, "Who is my fellow Taoist, and why did you ruin my Chixia Palace plan?"
Xue Hong: "Are you here to cause trouble?"
Viper: "Presumptuous! You don't take my Chixia Palace seriously at all!"
Xue Hong was minding his own business, holding his wooden sword upside down, and actually recited a poem: "The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities are there, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
Smoked willow painted bridge, wind curtain and green curtain..."
The neither-male nor female Huanxi Bodhisattva pretended to be coquettish: "Hey! My Taoist friend is still an elegant person. I didn't expect that when death was imminent, he would still have the heart to think about poetry."
Ling Jun, the leader of the four, suddenly realized something: "That's wrong! Be careful!"
Unfortunately, it's too late.
I saw golden rays of writing appearing above the heads of the four people, and ink and wash poems appearing under their feet. The golden, ink-dyed writing actually blocked the movement space of the four people.
The ink sword energy burst out from the writing in a steady stream, making it difficult for the four of them to move even an inch and find it difficult to resist.
Xue Hong held a wooden sword upside down with one hand and used his other hand as a pen to write the full text of "Wang Hai Chao" in the air.
The ink handwriting looks like it is written on rice paper, with dots of ink extending all around.
Lingjun couldn't dodge, and was cut off by a sword energy. His hair was disheveled and he was in a state of embarrassment: "The real person is keeping his hand. Today we don't know the real person's identity. Please let us live!"
The other three were not as good as Ling Jun, and they were already bruised and bruised in the sword formation. Where did they find the strength to beg for mercy?
Xue Hong turned a blind eye to Lingjun's begging for mercy, read out the last line of poetry word for word, and stopped writing in his hand.
"There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise them."
After the last word was finished, Xue Hong pointed his sword at one point: "Sword encirclement with command, smoke and willows painting the bridge."
The four people in the formation were instantly penetrated by countless ink sword energy. The four bodies were enveloped by Xue Hong's poem about looking at the sea tide. The four bodies were gradually smudged by the ink, and finally disappeared like a little ink dripping into the lake.
One-stop service for beheading and destroying corpses.
For Xue Hong, dealing with these four pseudo-immortals does not have to be so troublesome at all, but as MacArthur said: Being strong or not is a matter of time, and being handsome or not is a matter of life.
Even if there is no one around, the style still needs to be in place!!
After Xue Hong dealt with the four people, Yi Jian Que Chun Qiu came out again and broke the Luck Light Pillar again.
In an instant, Haoguang moved in the sky, and the bullfighting room was filled with anger!
The golden dragon that was originally entrenched on the imperial mausoleum swallowed up all the luck in one gulp. It swelled in size and shone with dragon power! There was a faint golden flame burning in its eyes.
The wooden sword in Xue Hong's hand was just ordinary wood after all. Even with the blessing of Dahuang Ting's true energy, after launching the One Sword Que Chunqiu twice in succession, the sword body had been completely destroyed by the conflict between life and death. After Xue Hong removed the true energy,
The next moment it turned into ashes.
Xue Hong sighed, turned around and flew towards the capital.