Chapter 254 Today, I, Lu Mingyuan, Will Confront the Shengming Palace and Ask My Father to Die!

The capital city of Dayan is turbulent, and the location of the Dragon Wall of Dayan is filled with sword energy.

However, what Lu Mingyuan didn't expect was.

Emperor Yong'an was able to grab this peerless divine weapon with just his physical body. The Yang constellation in his palm buzzed and trembled, and the sword energy gradually disappeared, and he was blocked from the overwhelming dragon energy.

The king, who had been overlooking the court for more than sixty years, stared at Lu Mingyuan with a half-smile but not a smile. His air was like that of a lofty god, with the arrogance of overlooking the world. He said rather jokingly:

"Do you really think that after sixty years of reigning, I am so powerful?"

"As the emperor, even though I am old and controlled by the three religions, my strength is not inferior to yours. Otherwise, how could I rule all the people."

Lu Mingyuan said calmly: "Of course I understand this truth. So everything right now is just the beginning."

"Do you really think that no one knows what your father has done?"

When Emperor Yong'an heard this, he frowned slightly and seemed a little surprised: "What do you know?"

Very few people know what happened to him, and even those closest to him are unlikely to get any clues.

The only possibility is that Liu Zi went to the border and met the Empress of the Underworld.

"Could it be that the witch told you something? Then I didn't accuse you wrongly. You did collude with the witch."

Emperor Yong'an's eyes became murderous.

Now that Lu Mingyuan discovered the secret about himself, he couldn't leave the other party behind.

"Isn't the person who colluded with the witch the emperor my father?" Lu Mingyuan asked with burning eyes.

"That day in the prison, why was the demon girl able to walk out of the prison unharmed? Maybe it wasn't because of the secret instructions given by the father, and the people in the prison were secretly helping!"

"Shut up!"

As if his scar had been touched, Emperor Yong'an became furious. He waved his dragon sleeves, and a boundless imperial pressure suddenly swept towards Lu Mingyuan.

However, Lu Mingyuan remained unmoved and looked indifferent.

The luck in his body is like a flood, and the total amount of luck carried by the "True Dragon Emperor" destiny is not much lower than that of the Yong'an Emperor in front of him, and he follows the same method.

A shadow of a man in imperial robes wrapped in a golden dragon slowly rose up, with the majestic Milky Way flowing between his palms, making it look like a starry sky and a heaven and earth.

The imperial aura of the real dragon man seemed to be extremely pure. When it collided with Emperor Yong'an, an unrivaled wave of energy burst out!

"boom!"

The Great Flame Dragon Wall opened by Emperor Yong'an created a layer of golden ripples, resisting the impact of this shocking force and protecting the palace from being turned into ruins by the two men's tricks.

The princes looked at the duel between the two in disbelief, seeming to be shocked by Lu Mingyuan's performance.

After taking action, when the smoke and dust dissipated, Lu Mingyuan was still standing where he was, safe and sound.

When Emperor Yong'an saw this, he also frowned.

"It only took a few years to break through to the eleventh realm. I really underestimated you. I shouldn't have had any sympathy in the first place and left you in the cold palace. I should have exiled you to the Western Frontier and then been devoured by the demon clan." ”

He seemed to have underestimated Lu Mingyuan's strength.

I originally thought that with the Great Flame Dragon Wall activated, the opponent would not be able to escape from this place. I could easily capture him and use my own power to suppress the opponent.

But, it seems now.

This didn't seem to be a wise choice. Lu Mingyuan's strength was higher than he thought.

Lu Mingyuan chuckled and said, "If my father hadn't wanted me to leave the palace, maybe I could have cultivated to the level of Martial Saint in the Cold Palace, and it wouldn't be too late to leave the palace."

"Hmph! Are you provoking me?" Emperor Yong'an's face didn't look good.

What does the other party think of Leng Gong!

Unless it was a last resort and a matter of life and death, he would not divert Dayan's national destiny against the enemy. This would harm the foundation of the country.

Then, Emperor Yong'an shouted in the direction of Shengming Palace:

"Dragon Protection Pavilion, where is the Great Flame Enshrinement!"

The words just fell.

Four figures landed on the Great Flame Dragon Wall.

Lu Mingyuan took a cursory glance and found that they were all acquaintances.

A tall man with black and white hair, a soft appearance, and long nails, carrying a guqin on his back, appeared outside the formation of the palace.

He was accompanied by a stooped old man, wearing a fisherman's bamboo hat, who looked extremely old.

The harp demon and the fisherman.

The second of the four major offerings of Dayan.

In addition, there are two figures who are extremely familiar. They are both monks from the Ouchi Dragon Protection Pavilion.

Among them, the mighty man wearing a unicorn breastplate, shrouded in sixty-four layers of golden holy light, holding a unicorn spear, like a peerless war god, was Chi Mingchi who had been guarding Lu Mingyuan's side before.

Another handsome Confucian, wearing a green dress, with long soft hair, exquisite facial features, delicate skin, exuding an elegant temperament, is Zhong Yuli, who is known as the Thousand-Ji Rakshasa.

The cultivation of the two of them is undoubtedly the top among the inner masters.

They are all above the twelve realms.

Among them, Zhong Yuli's Qi was the most powerful. There was a shadow of three flowers gathering behind him. Lu Mingyuan estimated that he was already half-step to the level of a human being.

The history of the Dragon Protection Pavilion is longer than that of the great masters. Since the founding of the country by Taizu, the members of the Dragon Protection Pavilion have only served the emperors of the past dynasties. These two are the elders of the Dragon Protection Pavilion.

He is the most powerful one.

"Do you think you are the only one with help?"

When Lu Mingyuan saw these four people, he showed no fear on his face. Instead, he sneered.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yong'an's eyelids visibly twitched.

The next second.

Outside the Great Flame Dragon Wall, there was a thunder and the sound of swords that resounded throughout the capital.

A flash of unprecedented white rainbow passed through the inner and outer cities of the Imperial Capital in the blink of an eye, crashed into the Great Yan Palace, and landed under the city head of the world-famous Great Yan Dragon Wall.

Seeing this man, one of the worshipers, the Piano Demon, sweat broke out on his fair forehead, but he still stood in front of the man who fell from the sky, blocking his way.

Lu Mingyuan quickly smiled. He didn't expect to be able to fight side by side with this person in his lifetime. It was a blessing.

The shadow of the five-clawed golden dragon keeps shaking, the golden light is bright, and the luck is pouring. The Great Flame Dragon Wall condensed by the national luck is actually a huge square carrying formations. The surroundings are constantly nourished by the dragon's Qi, exuding brilliance. It is the center of the world. , the only barrier before Shengming Palace.

However, in this square, an ordinary-looking man stood there, wearing an ordinary straw hat on his head, holding a bamboo stick, his right hand was wrapped in white cloth, and the wine gourd around his waist was always empty. Hui Kong, his beard is particularly sloppy.

It was such a middle-aged decadent man who made the eyes of Qin Mo and the fisherman move slightly.

The middle-aged man looked in the direction of Qin Mo and the fisherman, and let out a puzzled sigh. Then he turned to look at Lu Mingyuan's position, smiled slightly, nodded, and finally raised his gaze.

Looking at the unreachable Great Flame Dragon Wall overhead, Emperor Yong'an was standing on it. The dragon wall was impregnable.

He lightly stamped his feet, and the towering Great Flame Dragon Wall Formation was suddenly forced to reveal its true form.

At the top of the dragon wall, there are twelve hundred-meter-tall golden-armored giants appearing inside the dragon wall, guarding Emperor Yong'an. Their eyes, which are as big as ten lanterns, are full of oppression.

The middle-aged man raised his bamboo stick, pointed at Emperor Dayan on the tall building, and chuckled:

"Saints like to talk nonsense, but there is a saying that is right. When people make mistakes, they must admit it. It has been like this forever and it will not change forever. Your Majesty, what do you think?"

When Emperor Yong'an saw his arrival, his face became gloomy to the extreme, and he asked, "Zhao Xuanwu, I think I have treated you well, but you also want to betray me?"

Zhao Xuanwu chuckled, showing his yellowed teeth, and grinned: "Don't say it so high-sounding."

"I have always been protecting the people of Middle-earth, not your Great Yan Kingdom."

"Since you want to bully the few with more, then I will bully you too!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xuanwu chopped down the bamboo stick in his hand.

Between him and the Great Flame Dragon Wall, an extremely fine golden line appeared, advancing rapidly like a wave on the sea!

His aura instantly climbed to the peak of martial arts, and his sword intent soared into the sky, like the god of swords coming to the world.

Neither the piano demon nor the fisherman dared to be careless.

The Qin Demon crossed his arms, placed the guqin in front of him, and clasped his five fingers lightly, waving the strings like a broken silver vase.

"Wow!!"

The square beneath his feet was bursting into huge spider webs under the blast of sound waves.

However, after the thin line of golden sword energy struck by Zhao Xuanwu touched the sound wave, all sounds suddenly stopped, and the sleeves of Qin Mo's white robe were instantly cut open, just like cutting tofu with an iron wire.

Qin Mo's expression suddenly changed.

The robe on his body is not extraordinary, but the leading Taoist magic weapon of the Immortal family, called "Liu Shui Mangpao". It was once a relic of a third-level Taoist Qi practitioner, and it is said to be able to withstand all spells below the third-level Taoist. Supernatural powers.

Now facing Zhao Xuanwu's sword energy, it was so unbearable.

For sixty years.

He has never won against Dao Zun.

Now that so many years have passed, he originally thought that he should have improved, but unexpectedly, he was still not an enemy with one move.

Just when he thought he was going to die or be disabled, a golden light filled the sky beside him. The old fisherman took action boldly. He took off the basket behind him. For a moment, the flood in front of him was rolling and powerful.

He waved his hand again, and a scene of frozen water and thousands of miles of ice appeared behind him.

This time, the piano demon got a breather.

Zhao Xuanwu stood with his hands behind his back, holding a staff in one hand, and his face was full of ease and carefree expression.

The old fisherman took a deep breath, sweating profusely, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The ray of golden sword energy that had reached the state of Hedao transformation still did not stop.

Instead, he struck at the twelve golden-armored giants.

One of them is a Taoist golden general with a height of 100 feet and is covered with Pixiu patterns. If you look closely, you will see that there are countless Taoist golden characters and cloud patterns engraved on the chest of the talisman general. His whole body is full of precious light, and his hands are tightly clenching the sword that matches his majestic body. Disproportionate golden threads.

Back again and again.

In the end, the entire body of this magical talisman carefully created by the Taoist sect was cut into two, and only the slightly dull golden thread continued to advance towards the Great Flame Dragon Wall.

After the Taoist golden-armored puppet giant was dismembered, it suddenly collapsed, but an old man wearing a vermilion official robe appeared behind it, stretching out a palm to block the line.

Lu Mingyuan didn't expect that such a terrifying blow could be stopped by this person.

I was curious about the identity of this person, but I was a little surprised when I saw his face.

The person who came was none other than Yuan Xuangang, the imperial master of the imperial court who had been in charge of the court for thirty years, regardless of weather conditions.

Yuan Xuangang asked in a hoarse voice at this time: "Why does the Sword Master insist on being an enemy of the Holy One? Can you stop it?"

Zhao Xuanwu frowned and said: "Yuan Xuangang? I thought you were idle at home, but I didn't expect to see you again. When you were in the Confucian Temple, you were only one step away from the position of Sizheng in Jixia Academy. You were so frustrated. You did not stay in the Confucian Temple, but came to the Great Yan Dynasty, and it has been thirty years since you came."

"In the past thirty years, have you forgotten all the teachings of the Confucian Temple?"

"Or do you think that stealing the luck of the three religions is right?"

Yuan Xuangang resisted the golden thread, blood oozing from his palms, and said helplessly: "It's hard to explain."

"This world is like a circle, going around and around, and the end is not the saints and ancestors. If the world of Middle-earth wants to fight for a chance of survival, it can only adopt this method."

Zhong Yuli and Chi Mingchi each took a step forward. Zhong Yuli did not seem to be afraid of the number one worshiper of Dayan, and said calmly:

"Sword Master, it's true that you are very strong, but that's the end of it."

Zhao Xuanwu shook his head and said with inexplicable emotion: "You are quite strong, and I really want to have a good fight with you. It's a pity that I am not the only one who came here today."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhong Yuli frowned.

Far above the horizon, several rainbow lights flashed away.

Multiple transmissions sounded at the same time.

The first person to arrive was a raven-haired woman with stunning appearance, wearing a black and white Tai Chi robe.

Wearing a lotus hairpin on her head, she looks pure and beautiful. Her eyebrows are as long as the moon, and her eyebrows are flying into her temples. Her eyes are full of energy, and there is a little cinnabar between her eyebrows. She is full of fairy spirit.

Her face is pure white, as if carved by ice crystals, with no flaws in sight, her nose is straight and upturned, and her lips are plump, pink and light.

I saw her walking on the clouds, holding a whisk in hand, and said calmly: "A true disciple of Tianshi Mansion, Shishuang Imperial Master, Sui Yuqing, Taoist name Cihang."

Immediately afterwards, in the misty white mist, a tall and graceful figure stood in the void, wearing a star robe, exuding an extremely noble temperament.

"Ziwei Immortal Sect, Saint Liu Zixuan, a twelve-level sword cultivator."

There was a barefoot monk in white clothes holding a Zen staff and sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus. He clasped his hands together with his other hand. His face was as handsome as a god. He had no hair on his head, his facial features were very straight, his earlobes were slightly long, and he suddenly chanted the Buddha's name:

"Dajin Chan Temple, Chief Zen Master, Jiang Shan, Nirvana."

The next Celestial Master in white, carrying a mahogany sword on his back, stood on the top of the palace under the dim light of the sky, his Taoist robes fluttering, and his young face was full of smiles:

"One of the twelve heavenly masters in the Tianshi Mansion, Xu Changqing, from the twelve realms."

One after another, strong men arrived in the capital. It could be said that they were coming to help from all directions. Masters from the three religions were all attentive to the summons.

Everyone who appeared made Emperor Yong'an's expression look even more ugly.

In front of everyone, Lu Mingyuan raised his knife and moved forward, his eyes bright and he said:

"Today, I, Lu Mingyuan, will confront Shengming Palace on behalf of Mr. Qi and ask my father to die!!"

There was an oversight yesterday and I forgot to post it. Thanks to the guy who "reverses the typing name" for the tip!