Chapter 292: Controlling the Destiny of the Six Nations, Welcoming the Lord of the World, and Enthroning the New Queen of the Golden Crow

In the valley, the breeze is like air.

However, Lu Mingyuan's earth-shattering and ghost-weeping sword strike just now is still unforgettable for everyone.

An old man with gray hair, who was about to enter the coffin, looked at the remaining sword intention of Lu Mingyuan's sword, and a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes:

"I remembered, could this be the legendary Nineteen Dragon Slaying Styles?"

The direct disciple on the side was surprised: "Master, are you referring to the famous Sword Saint from thousands of years ago?"

"Exactly."

The old man in charge squinted his eyes and continued to recall: "He used his peerless sword skills to kill three great monsters on the throne, including the notorious Dragon Lord at that time. He was a monument to the Great Wall of the North. From an unknown figure The younger generation was consecrated in one fell swoop and was known as the Sword Saint."

"The sword technique he used was exactly the Nineteenth Style of Dragon Slaying."

"Six moves kill all the seven realms, nine moves kill the golden elixir, twelve moves kill the true king and great scholar, sixteen moves, the golden body of the Buddhist Arhat is also broken, the body of the heavenly and human warrior is like a blank sheet of paper, even a saint can fight After the last fight, after eighteen moves, there are no immortals on land in front of you, so you have to be a little more afraid of the immortals in the sky."

"That swordsman once threatened that as long as he is allowed to draw the sword first, no matter whether he is a saint or a master, or an ascended-level swordsman, as long as I am allowed to draw the sword first, the worst I can do is to replace him with one."

After hearing this, the direct disciple's eyes showed unparalleled admiration, and he kept murmuring: "No wonder, no wonder."

"In other words, Lu Mingyuan has inherited the mantle of the Sword Saint?"

"Probably."

Along with the explanation of the old man in charge, everyone around him had a lot of understanding about the origin of Lu Mingyuan's sword skills.

The Middle Ages was an era when heroes emerged in large numbers all over the world.

Since the end of the Age of Mythology, the war to ascend to the gods initiated by the human race has ended.

The cultivation methods of Middle-earth are blooming, and many geniuses have been born.

The Sword Saint is a peerless figure who has emerged from this glorious trend.

Many people looked at Lu Mingyuan with fear in their eyes.

As the new king of Great Yan, Lu Mingyuan's strength surpassed many emperors in the past and present, and he was destined to be a great person.

"Uncle Master!"

Luo Lingxiao watched Wanluo Sword Immortal Liu Tiandu turn sideways and sighed, his eyes suddenly filled with despair.

The uncle he respected the most had actually lost to Lu Mingyuan.

This meant that he would be at Lu Mingyuan's disposal.

"Lu Mingyuan, if you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"

Luo Lingxiao gritted his teeth and said.

After all, he is also the monarch of a country, and the strength of the city is superior. This time, his skills are not as good as others. It is useless to say that he is not as good as others.

Facing death, a sense of calmness emerged in my heart.

"Who said you would die?" Lu Mingyuan said calmly.

"What? You won't kill me?"

Luo Lingxiao couldn't believe his ears, he had a strange look on his face.

Lu Mingyuan smiled faintly: "Rather than killing you, I want to see how you, a person who has lost your luck and cultivation methods, can survive in this world."

When Luo Lingxiao heard this, he immediately yelled: "Killing people will kill people! Lu Mingyuan, you are so cruel!"

Lu Mingyuan pressed his big hand and placed it on Luo Lingxiao's Tianling Cap.

A vast flow of luck poured into his own body from the other party's body.

All of a sudden.

Dragon shadows flew around Lu Mingyuan's body, and golden light emerged.

It was as if a golden dragon came to life on the skin.

He found that compared to Cao Zongxi and Chu Longxiang.

Luo Lingxiao's luck was even stronger.

He is alone, basically sharing it with two people.

He is worthy of being a great man who rose from humble beginnings, and his luck is really strong.

But if someone blocks your way, the other party will only consider themselves unlucky.

Abandon one's cultivation.

Maybe there is still the possibility of rebuilding. As long as you have good luck and an occasional encounter, you can still soar into the sky.

But once luck is lost, he will become a mere mortal among all living beings.

Lu Mingyuan destroyed Luo Lingxiao's cultivation and took away his luck.

Luo Lingxiao has no chance of rebuilding his cultivation.

A humble aristocrat who was born in the Golden Crow royal family finally achieved what he has achieved today. He became the pride of the country and gained great fame. Only then did he get to where he is today.

How can I accept myself as an ordinary person again?

This was worse than killing him.

In fact, Lu Mingyuan didn't like to make too many twists and turns. It would be easier to just kill him directly.

But he was worried.

Wanluo Sword Immortal will resurrect Luo Lingxiao.

After all, Immortal Haoyue, Zhen Yuanzi and others were trying to take back Cao Zongxi's body just now.

It shows that they have reached their level.

Resurrection of the dead is not a difficult task.

Therefore, Lu Mingyuan could only arrange a backup plan to take away Luo Lingxiao's luck and cultivation, leaving him alive to see if Wanluo Sword Sect would give up on him.

A king who loses his luck will only become an outcast.

In addition, there is another benefit to saving Luo Lingxiao's life.

That is to let Luo Qiufu take power reasonably.

As the legal heir of the Golden Crow Kingdom, Luo Qiufu is in her charge, which is more justifiable.

When the time comes, Luo Lingxiao is no longer useful, so he can just kill him.

Just a moment.

After absorbing the luck, Luo Lingxiao fell to the ground. He seemed to have lost his soul, with strands of white hair appearing in his hair and his eyes dull as he fell to the ground.

As for Lu Mingyuan, the aura on his body surged again.

Now Lu Mingyuan felt unprecedented comfort in his sea of ​​consciousness and body. His sea of ​​consciousness was clear, and every cell was extremely full. Everything was thriving and renewed, just like the sun at five o'clock in the morning. He felt that his cultivation, even without the blessing of fate, had already entered the late stage of the Heavenly Man Realm.

Liu Tiandu couldn't bear to see this scene, and had already returned to the flying boat.

The anger in his heart had accumulated to a limit, and his face was gnashing his teeth.

He was a Wanluo Sword Immortal, and he had never suffered such humiliation.

"Master, do you still want to welcome him back?" The beautiful sword servant beside him hesitated.

"Shut up!" Liu Tiandu shouted.

The beautiful sword servant's face turned pale, and he didn't expect the master to be so angry.

On the other side of the sky.

Wu Lei Shangxian and Ziwei Tianmu had another look.

"I haven't seen Liu Tiandu so frustrated for a long time, cool!"

Wu Lei Shangxian laughed.

He didn't like Liu Tiandu in the first place.

Now Lu Mingyuan's actions just gave him a vent.

Ziwei Tianmu also smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that Lu Mingyuan could practice the 16th move of the 19th Dragon Slaying Style. If he was asked to practice the 18th move, it would be unimaginable."

Wulei Shangxian shook his head: "Although the 19th Dragon Slaying Style is good, it actually consumes a lot of mental energy and overdraws the limit of the physical body. It can't be used too much."

"The early death of the Sword Saint is more or less due to this reason."

Ziwei Tianmu looked at the ground, pursed her red lips, and looked at Lu Mingyuan with a pair of beautiful eyes, asking: "What method did Lu Mingyuan use to take away the luck of these Tianjiao? Is it the secret method of the Tianshi Mansion?"

Wulei Shangxian pondered: "It's not the secret method of the Tianshi Mansion. It seems that there has never been such a magical power in the Taoist sect, but I don't think it looks like the evil magic method of the Holy Underworld."

"It's neither the method of the immortal sect nor the magical power of the magic sect. Then where does this skill come from?"

Ziwei Tianmu felt very strange.

"Perhaps, this is the opportunity for Lu Mingyuan."

Five Thunder Immortal guessed.

Lu Mingyuan was able to fight his way out of the Nine Dragons' Succession War, so he must have his own opportunities and reliance.

The further he went, the more obvious it became.

Five Thunder Immortal smiled and said, "Everyone in this world has their own secrets, including you and me, right?"

Ziwei Tianmu nodded, "If there were no secrets, then this world would be less fun."

On the ground side of the valley.

After Lu Mingyuan absorbed Luo Lingxiao's destiny, he looked at Li Muwan, Wu Xun and others.

"Are you going to come here by yourself, or let me come."

Nanli Old Sword Saint said in a deep voice: "I would like to ask the Great Yan Emperor, is there really no room for redemption in this matter?"

"No."

Lu Mingyuan replied with empty eyes.

"When you attacked my Great Yan, did you ever think that there was room for redemption?"

"If I hadn't noticed it in advance, I'm afraid that the one begging now should be my Great Yan."

Although Lu Mingyuan's words were cruel, they were also true.

If the loser of this war was Great Yan.

Then he would be even more miserable than now.

Great Yan would be divided up by the six countries.

If the situation did not allow it, Lu Mingyuan really wanted to kill everyone present.

Even if he wanted to, those beings in the sky would not allow him to do so.

Otherwise, it would not be as simple as taking away the luck of the six countries.

"Give it to you."

Li Muwan looked quite cool and walked in front of Lu Mingyuan.

"Your Highness!"

The old swordsman Nanli was unwilling, and his right hand had already been placed on the hilt of the immortal sword behind him.

If Li Muwan didn't want to, he really intended to fight.

Unexpectedly, Li Muwan turned around and comforted him: "It's okay."

"Alas!"

Nanli old swordsman could only let go of the hilt and sighed deeply.

The loser becomes the enemy, this is something that cannot be helped.

Seeing her coming over, Lu Mingyuan nodded and followed the same method to absorb the luck from Li Muwan.

The amount of luck on Li Muwan's body ranked second, which was about the same as Luo Lingxiao.

"Python Swallows Dragon" is really a good thing.

After absorbing Li Muwan's luck, Lu Mingyuan felt that he had signs of a breakthrough again.

Li Muwan checked her Dantian Qihai and said in surprise: "You won't destroy my cultivation?"

"He who knows the times is a hero." Lu Mingyuan waved his hand.

Hearing this, Li Muwan bowed lightly and retreated.

Although she lost her luck, she still had cultivation.

She can still live for a long time, but it is difficult to make further progress.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the last two dynasties, the Song Dynasty and the Silver Frost Empire, and smiled meaningfully: "Brother Wuxun, what are you going to do?"

"Lu Mingyuan, I'll fight you!"

Perhaps Wuxun couldn't stand this grievance and torture, and his lips were about to be bitten.

His eyes were red, and his blue sleeves fluttered, and he sacrificed the dragon bracelet in his hand.

A terrifying breath came out from the dragon bracelet.

A pair of scarlet dragon pupils lit up from behind Wuxun.

Obviously, he wanted to use his last trump card to leave this place, and didn't want to be absorbed by Lu Mingyuan.

How could he, a son of a country, suffer such humiliation?

Luo Lingxiao had no choice.

Li Muwan could face it calmly.

But he couldn't!

"Zulong, come out!"

Wuxun untied the seal of the big frost dragon bracelet and released the most terrifying dragon inside.

"Roar!"

In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

A ferocious head with a long beard, walking with the wind and clouds, blocking the sky and the sun, the scales look extremely ancient, as if summoned from some ancient battlefield.

The Dashuang Ancestral Dragon was a real dragon raised in captivity when the Dashuang Dynasty was founded. It was fed by dragon veins and gained its current strength. It could rival those of the third level and was the national guardian beast of the Silver Frost Empire.

It's just that with Wu Xun's current strength, controlling this dragon will consume a lot of energy and life span.

At this time, his luck was not guaranteed, and he couldn't care so much anymore.

"Since you are stubborn."

"Then go to hell."

Seeing Wu Xun summoning the Great Frost Ancestral Dragon, Lu Mingyuan said lightly and pressed lightly with his big hand.

"Whoosh!"

A three-hundred-meter-long heavenly sword made of Huanghuang sword energy descended from the sky. In an instant, it pierced through the so-called ancestral dragon and nailed it to the ground.

"Roar"

For a moment, there was a painful cry.

The Dashuang Ancestral Dragon is truly worthy of the third level.

But now Lu Mingyuan has already fought against the Sword Immortal.

His momentum and cultivation are at their peak, how can a little reptile challenge him?

Seeing this scene, Wu Xun's eyes were filled with despair.

He didn't expect that Lu Mingyuan could kill Zulong instantly.

"With Lu Mingyuan's current strength, what's the use of any trump card?" Seeing this scene, Li Muwan sighed, feeling a little confused about the future.

In the past hundreds of years, the Great Flame has remained unstoppable.

There seems to be a tendency to surpass the six countries.

Could it be that the next Destiny Dynasty will still be Great Yan?

If this is the case, then what is the purpose of their existence?

Lu Mingyuan grabbed Wu Xun, who was like a dead dog, from the air. He didn't treat Li Muwan with any gentleness, and brutally destroyed the opponent's cultivation, and then directly absorbed his luck.

Jiang Shan on the side could only cover his chest and watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

With his current strength, he might not be Lu Mingyuan's opponent even if he goes all out.

His body was broken by Lu Mingyuan, and he was slightly injured.

If you insist on having your own way.

I'm afraid, he will die too.

What happened to this era that a monster like Lu Mingyuan was born.

After Lu Mingyuan finished absorbing it, he threw Wu Xun to the ground casually and roughly, without caring about his life or death.

He looked at the two brothers from the Song Dynasty.

"what about you?"

Facing Lu Mingyuan's question, he took a look at Wu Xun's experience.

Song Guangyao and Song Dun both looked helpless.

Learn from the past and learn from others.

They can only surrender their destiny and luck obediently.

In the Dayan camp, the champion, Sui Yuqing, True Lord Taiwei, Luo Qiufu and others were all proud and proud.

"I didn't expect that we would win with such an overwhelming force."

The eldest princess Luo Qiufu murmured.

"From today on, who dares to provoke Dayan or disrespect Dayan?"

She was already looking forward to how, with Lu Mingyuan's help, she could return to the Golden Crow Kingdom and regain power.

Dayan should be the suzerain country and canonize her as the new queen of the Golden Crow Kingdom.

In this way, it is justified.

Besides her, Sui Yuqing was also thinking in her mind.

Lu Mingyuan fought against the Six Kingdoms alone and gained a lot of luck.

But she had something to think about.

But it’s a lot.