Chapter 260: The Gods of Tianmen, the Saints and Ancestors, the Whole World Is Looking at One Person

Dead, finally dead.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the fate of "python swallowing dragon" in front of him, his consciousness was out of body, and he was quite lost.

Then he couldn't help but let out a breath. After being highly concentrated and tense, he was extremely tired, not only physically, but also mentally.

The Destiny True Dragon, which controls the destiny of the Great Yan nation, looks majestic, but is actually extremely energy-consuming, extremely harsh on the physical body, very strong, and cannot be used frequently.

Let me ask, if the fate of the whole Great Yan is pressed on one person, no one can bear it.

Fortunately, he has reached the Martial Saint Realm and can avoid such side effects.

But it's all worth it.

Lu Mingyuan stood in the void, overlooking the vast land, staring at the majestic capital city in front of him, like the backbone of a giant dragon, and breathed a sigh of relief again.

Let out all the depression that I have suffered during this period of time.

From today on, he is the emperor of this country.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mingyuan looked towards the sky in the north, as if there was an elegant old man wearing a blue scholar's shirt, with gray hair and slightly frosted temples, sitting under a tree playing chess, smiling calmly at him.

Lu Mingyuan stared blankly in his eyes and said, "Mr. Qi, I have done what you said."

After finishing speaking, he bowed towards the north to compile.

Don't worry, sir.

As long as I, Lu Mingyuan, am here for one day.

It will definitely let you.

Come back to earth!

Dead, the Holy One is dead.

All civil and military officials stood in the Longbi Square in front of Shengming Palace, looking at the sky dreamily.

In their minds, scenes of major events that happened during the Yong'an years flashed through their minds. The majestic Emperor Yong'an sat on the dragon throne and reprimanded the ministers in a calm and authoritative voice. Everyone was silent and did not dare to raise their heads. It was such an old emperor who had ruled the court for sixty-nine years, but he died at the hands of his most valued son.

Yuan Xuangang was also looking at the old man who knew his destiny, his face and eyes were extremely complicated.

The Holy Spirit is dead. No matter how angry or opposed he is, it will be of no use.

He looked quietly, staring at the position of the Dragon Throne, unable to let go for a long time. Perhaps he was recalling the scenes he had experienced during his more than thirty years in power.

All the ministers looked at each other in silence, immersed in the moment when the emperor's life was ended.

The prince committed regicide!

In the more than three hundred years since the founding of Dayan, no emperor in this palace has ever been killed in public, except for Emperor Taizu when he destroyed the Great Zhou Dynasty and wiped out the rebellious parties!

Emperor Yong'an was perhaps the first emperor in Dayan's history to be killed in public over the palace.

What happened today will definitely leave a mark in the history books.

At this moment, in the palace, Shishuang Imperial Master and Cihang Fairy Sui Yuqing were standing in the wind, their Taoist robes fluttering.

The wind lifted her hair, brushed the cinnabar between her eyebrows, and touched her beautiful and beautiful face. She finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Although there were twists and turns in this battle, victory was achieved in the end.

Lu Mingyuan.

This was a strange man, and even she had to admire and admire him sometimes.

While she was sighing, she was also a little heavy.

The death of Emperor Yong'an was just the beginning, and the various aftermath issues that followed were the top priority.

As Yuan Xuangang said, the death of the old emperor will have an indelible impact on the entire Middle-earth world.

Mainly divided into two aspects.

The first is the internal explanation of the Dayan Dynasty, including the officials of the major states and counties, the armies of various regions, the people of various regions, and the monks of various sects.

No matter what the outcome is, we must give an explanation to the world.

Whether to be honest or to hide something is something that His Highness needs to consider.

If something goes wrong, the hard-won public support will be lost.

Officials in various places need to be reassured and not panicked, so that they can help the court, stabilize the hearts of the people, and prevent demons from various places from causing trouble.

Domestic conflicts may be the least serious, but the more serious one is the second aspect.

Covet and envy come from all directions.

As long as the old emperor reigns for one day, he can intimidate all the people in the world. With Emperor Yong'an's past achievements and achievements, the Yong'an prosperous era he created has allowed China to maintain peace for a long time without the outbreak of war.

It was only in recent years that the balance was tipped.

Now that Emperor Yong'an is dead, the major dynasties must be ready to move.

Once the tiger in the mountain dies, no matter who it is, they all want to try and see who is the master of the mountain.

Then there is the new emperor of Great Yan.

For the current capital, what is crucial is that the new emperor ascends the throne.

A country cannot live without a king for a day, and the ascension of a new emperor to the throne is the prerequisite for everything. Only when a new emperor ascends the throne can the four directions and other countries be truly stabilized. If Dayan is leaderless and all the major dynasties are eyeing it, then Dayan will definitely be doomed.

After His Highness the Crown Prince ascends the throne, he can consolidate his power to fight against the Manghuang Demon Clan and the Shengming Demon Clan.

Today's Great Yan Dynasty has encountered an unexpected change. It has just had a fight with Sheng Ming. Both sides have invested huge amounts of troops and manpower. It is the best time for the invasion of the Wild Demon Clan.

"Anyway, this matter has been settled. This cold palace prince has finally come out on top."

Sui Yuqing walked out of the palace, looked at the man above the square, and showed a faint smile.

"This dog emperor is finally dead."

On the other side, everyone in the Infernal Affairs Party, every leader, showed a happy smile. They were excited and excited, and they wanted to scream a few times to express their inner joy.

Once Emperor Yong'an dies, their Wujian Party can get rid of the outer layer of the underground organization.

From now on, the Wujian Party is an official organization.

With His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, no matter what the Wujian Party does, there will be no obstacles, and the power will be further expanded.

No longer have to worry about being arrested by the court.

Transformed in an instant, changed clothes.

Directly from a mouse living in the dark, to a dragon python under the sun.

Luo Ying didn't say anything. She stared at Lu Mingyuan's back, stunned. She didn't expect that a simple cooperation in the past would produce such a big reward.

After all, she just wanted to use the East Palace to get rid of the pursuit of the White Lotus Ancient Sect at the beginning.

Who would have thought that she would become a regular army later.

True Buddha Zen Master, white-robed monk Jiang Shan, clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and remained silent, as if thinking about how to spread Buddhist classics to every corner of Da Yan.

Of course, not everyone is in a good mood.

"Waste! Really waste!"

In a small courtyard somewhere in the imperial city, Xun Yu, the national teacher of Southern Zhou, who was in the body of the ninth prince Lu Yunhuang, shouted at the top of his lungs, angrily saying:

"Emperor Yong'an is a waste. He laid out for so many years and left so many tricks, but in the end, they were all left to the dog. He was so easily killed by a cold palace kid who had practiced martial arts for less than three years. His soul was destroyed and his body and mind disappeared."

It was obvious.

Seeing that Lu Mingyuan had driven Emperor Yong'an off the throne in a short time, not only did he lose his reputation, but he also seized the throne of Da Yan.

Xun Yu was very unwilling and even a little jealous.

He had been thirsting for Da Yan's national destiny for many years, but he had never had the opportunity to get deeper into it because Emperor Yong'an had been guarding against him.

Otherwise, he would not have invested in the second prince Lu Guangjing.

He just wanted to use Lu Yunqing to seize the position of the crown prince and covet the throne, so that he could interfere and steal the national destiny of Da Yan and be on par with the saints of ancient times.

He was severely injured by the military saint, and this wisp of soul was incomplete. He could only live in Lu Yunhuang's body and had no way to take action himself.

If Emperor Yong'an could be more stable and use the forbidden power to kill Lu Mingyuan.

He would have the confidence to hold on until the day when this country fell.

Unfortunately, Emperor Yong'an did not do it, but was defeated by Lu Mingyuan.

His first plan was a failure.

When two dragons fight, one must die.

Lu Mingyuan won Lu Yunqing in the heart-searching game, which was within his expectations.

Sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, the fisherman benefits.

But Emperor Yong'an failed to defeat Lu Mingyuan, allowing the boy to successfully enjoy the fate of the Great Yan country alone.

Emperor Yong'an thought that in this world, only he and the Great Nether Queen knew about the divine pearl.

In fact, there was another person who knew.

It was him, Xun Yu.

If it weren't for him, how could the Great Nether Queen offer this thing to Emperor Yong'an for safekeeping as a mortgage.

If it weren't for this mortgage, how could Emperor Yong'an have known the secret of immortality in the magic pearl?

Everything is just the fluctuation of human hearts.

After all, the temptation of immortality is something that no emperor can refuse.

"Sir, what should we do next?"

The honest and ordinary Lu Yunhuang was shocked when he saw that his brother really won the battle.

But then he remembered the changes in Mr.'s evaluation of Lu Mingyuan.

He knew.

In fact, Mr. had also misjudged him at the beginning.

Lu Mingyuan is not only his sixth brother.

He is also a respectable opponent.

"Don't panic, wait and see."

Xun Yu's calm voice sounded, and his soul looked towards the position of the palace. He said in a deep tone: "When Emperor Yong'an was there, his prestige was still there, and the four seas and eight wastelands could still maintain stability. Now that the emperor is dead, the world is in chaos. It is still unknown whether Lu Mingyuan is a dragon or a worm. Whether he can keep Da Yan going is still unknown."

"After a year of nurturing, it's time for me to take action myself."

Just as everyone was sighing, a loud noise came from the sky.

"Boom!"

In the sky of the nine heavens, a roar came from the sky, and everyone was startled and looked up.

The many powerful cultivators hidden in the clouds were inevitably exposed, looking at the position of the sky with solemn faces.

At the place where Emperor Yong'an died, a shining divine bead appeared, with a dark and dim light, like a dark moon.

The divine bead was originally an ownerless object, but at this moment it was pulled and headed straight for the Heavenly Gate.

The illusory Heavenly Gate was like the illusory dream palace, looming.

In just such a moment, Lu Mingyuan found that countless auras appeared in the sky.

They were all bystanders of this battle, or neutrals. For various reasons, they did not take action, but waited for the result.

Now that the battle is over, changes have occurred, and they can't just sit back and watch, so they all showed their figures.

A series of figures with unfathomable auras flew out and landed on the Great Flame Dragon Wall.

They come from different forces, some wearing Confucian robes of various colors, with a clean and upright temperament, and of different ages, with a gentleman sword on his waist, a high-spirited young Confucian scholar, an old man with gray hair carrying a zither, and a middle-aged man holding a bamboo flute with deep eyes like a thousand-year-old cold pond.

The clear and bright old man in the lead, dressed in a purple robe, is elegant and easy-going, with meticulous forehead hair and a slender white beard under his chin, which is quite elegant, and his aura is unfathomable, as if he can see through everything in the world.

Some carry a halo of light, some have fluttering robes, and some come on swords

Among these Qigong practitioners, there is one in the middle, with a unique temperament.

There is a sun disk suspended behind him, and six blazing red black blades stand around the disk. His clothes and belt are fluttering, like a god.

This handsome man with fluttering blue robes descended from the sky and stood between heaven and earth. His whole body was filled with a layer of white mist, like the mist of a large lake or the strong wind on the top of a mountain. The pattern of the flame bird on his robe was extremely bright, and his black hair was scattered. She is full of energy, floating in the breeze, and extremely free and unrestrained.

The flames surrounding him were like red dragons, swimming rapidly and fiercely. Once the filthy demonic energy lingering in the sky over the palace met this great Yang energy, it dissipated instantly.

Not only people from the Confucian temple, Taoist sects, but also Buddhists also sent people here.

On a cloud in the west, there are many Arhats with golden bodies and different postures standing on them. The leader is a Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus and holding a jade purification bottle.

She has a five-knot bun on her head, a rosy face, and gentle eyes, just like the warmest sunshine in the world, which can shine into people's hearts and wash away their worries.

Many powers came to confirm one thing.

Outside the gate of heaven, the gods are still there!

Who is guarding Tianmen and preventing the ancient gods from coming?

In the palace square, the sky and the earth are clear and bright.

There is no priority in the standing position. Everyone stands roughly in a circle, including the Confucian sages, the two chief and deputy leaders of the Confucian temple, including the priests of the three university palaces, the mountain chiefs of the major academies, and the seniors of hundreds of schools of thought.

The major sect masters, the real people and true kings of the Blessed Land Cave Heaven, the heavenly kings and Tao kings of the Tao Alliance, the land immortals who soar in the clouds and the mist, and the sword immortals of the Ascension Realm.

The God of Mountains and Rivers, the Lord of the Five Mountains and the Lord of the Great Lakes, sent his incarnation to find out.

Everyone's vision wandered around, and they all looked at it.

He knew the identity of the person at the scene.

All the saints, ancestors, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and master mountain masters from all over the Middle Earth are gathered here.

I am just worried that the gods in the sky will come to the world again.

How can the vast world that humans have spent thousands of years striving for be coveted by the gods?

So, here they come.

The most powerful people in the world are here.

In the center of Longbi Square in Dayan Palace, a man in a golden python suit walked out holding a long black sword. He had an extraordinary handsome appearance, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. He murmured:

"Senior Wei, what you said, I put my luck to use, and now I think it's come true."

"As you once said, when I am lucky enough to reach the twelfth realm that day, I will know that a drop of a mayfly can see the world, that the world will be shaken, and that I will know the peak of martial arts. I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the gradually disappearing Tianmen, raised his hands, held the knife down, and said loudly:

"Farewell to Senior Wei!!!"

As soon as he said this, all the eyes on the square looked over.

Above the sky, a clear laughter echoed in response:

"Hahaha!"

"Not bad."

"Sajia, let's go."

I saw the phantom of the Cloud Palace Qiong Tower on the thirty-third heaven above the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

As if nothing happened.

There is only a legend of a legendary warrior guarding Tianmen.