Chapter 377 Arrival

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Thousands of troops entered the forests and mountains. The most elite army of the court had blood horses of different species. Even in the mountains and forests, they were as smooth as walking on flat ground.

Qi and blood gathered into a thousand-foot white tiger. Between the bright red blood clouds, there were faint light groups of different colors, some in human form, some in some kind of magic tools, or other solemn Dharma images, visions of nature, etc.

These are the Dharma images of sorcerers. Sorcerers do not have the so-called true qi or magic power. From Xu Xuan's point of view, sorcerers actually practice mental power. The cultivators in this world call this mental power thoughts.

The cultivation of thoughts requires meditation and willpower. When cultivated to a certain degree, thoughts will become Dharma images, which is a manifestation of a person's unswerving willpower.

Thoughts will evolve into things that they visualize, and give birth to similar magical powers, such as pagodas, big suns, colored glaze, and even statues of gods, visions of earth, water, fire, and wind, etc.

The army of warriors is advancing, and the sorcerers are responsible for exploring the way.

The two sides cooperated closely, and they looked like a strong army.

A small city appeared in front of them. Without the commander giving orders, the soldiers drew their swords together, silently, leaving only the sound of horses' hooves.

Boom boom boom!

Fire and meteorites fell from the sky, and the magic blasted open the city gate. The soldiers broke in, and only heard screams. The people in the entire city died in an instant.

In the army camp, Yang Yi remained calm. On the table in front of him was a map of mountains. The small red flag on the map symbolized the imperial army. The imperial army on the map was like a dark red sharp sickle, harvesting the city under the rule of the Taoist sect.

Not only this place, the same killings continued to happen in other places, and tens of thousands of lives were lost.

"The Taoist sect's ability to educate is not bad, but it's a pity that he fell into the devil's way and deserved to die." Yang Yi smiled coldly. He learned about the Taoist sect from the people. In addition to Yang Xiao and Xuanji Taoist, there is also a snake man named Fenghua.

He had heard of Fenghua's name before and thought it was the Taoist master of the Taoist sect. It was not until recently that he knew that Fenghua was not the Taoist master, but someone else.

This person subdued Xuanji Fenghua and Yang Xiao, the arrogant beast. Is

Could it be that this person's strength is similar to that of His Majesty?

"Anyway, let's find you, the guy who hides his head and shows his tail first." Yang Yi's eyes flashed with a strong desire to fight. He hadn't fought hard for many years. He hoped that the Taoist master could let him enjoy himself and even break through to the realm of Yangxian.

Yangxian is the pinnacle of martial arts. At this level, the physical body is almost immortal. Even if there is only a drop of blood left, it can be reborn instantly. This is Yangxian, the ultimate cultivation of the human physical body.

As a martial artist, facing this breakthrough plan, even if there is great danger ahead, you must rush forward to find a tiny opportunity.

"Keep killing, kill until the Taoist master comes out!"

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Da Li Palace, forbidden area.

The palace was shining with golden light, and a human-shaped dragon was suspended in the void, with eyes slightly closed, mysterious and unpredictable.

Liu Yan exhaled the mysterious air in the void, and Da Li's national destiny was like a raging fire boiling oil, and even condensed into substance, and was swallowed by Liu Yan mouthful by mouthful.

He seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, and his body felt comfortable from the inside out.

Da Li's national destiny turned into a dragon, and the stronger the national destiny, the faster the dragon turned into a dragon.

Cultivating to the highest depth is equivalent to the avenue in the world, which can not only control the human world, but also affect the natural phenomena such as earth, water, fire, wind, ghosts and gods.

Yang Yi called it the Humane Plan, and Humane is also the man-made avenue.

The king and his ministers have been planning for many years, and the expansion of the Dali Dynasty has also entered the second half. If Liu Yan conquers the hills, the sea, and the tribes, he can become the avenue of this world and possess incredible power.

Even if he faces people from the fairy world, he can win the battle.

The real dragon continued to breathe in the dynasty's luck, and soon, the luck in the air similar to fire was absorbed by him.

In Liu Yan's sea of ​​consciousness was a detailed map of mountains and rivers, which was the ruling area of ​​the Dali Dynasty. Through this map, he could clearly see what was happening in the land of the dynasty.

The thoughts gathered in the southwest mountains. It may be that the power has not yet spread to this place, so the image does not seem so clear, and his own divine power cannot reach there.

However, as time passed, the clear image pushed into the depths of the mountains.

Liu Yan knew that it was his beloved Yang Yi who took action. At present, the results of the battle are quite good.

Sure enough, he was the general he trusted the most. It seems that it will not take long to recover the southwest.

Dongdongdong...

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then the voice of the young man came.

"Father, I want to see you!" The young man's voice was full of vigor and arrogance.

Squeak!

Before Liu Yan could answer, the door was opened.

Liu Yan's thoughts returned to reality. He opened his eyes and saw a young man in a golden robe wearing a dragon-whisker golden crown unique to the royal family. He had a white beardless face and a hint of cynical evil.

The young man had no intention of being afraid of Liu Yan. He looked directly at his father, bowed his hands and smiled, "Congratulations, father, on your great achievement!"

"It's still early." Liu Yan said calmly.

If there is anyone else who is qualified to enter the royal forbidden land besides Yang Yi, then it is only this man in front of him.

This man is Liu Qian, the eldest son of Liu Yan, and the prince of Dali.

This man is extremely talented, but he was unknown when he was young. He has nothing to do except his status. The Dali Dynasty is a place where the capable are promoted, and almost no faction has joined the elderly prince.

Eight years ago, Liu Qian emerged as a rising star, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and he broke through to the innate martial saint in a short period of time, which shocked many people.

And Liu Qian is also the only person besides Yang Yi who can enter and exit the forbidden land at will.

"What are you doing here?" Liu Yan frowned.

"Father, I plan to go to war."

"Where is there a place for you to fight? I asked you to integrate other sects, but what happened?"

"One hundred and sixty-eight sects have all surrendered, and I have so many soldiers under my command. It would be a pity if I don't go and try." Liu Qian said regretfully.

"Okay, go ahead." Liu Yan nodded his head in agreement.

"I'll take my leave!" Liu Qian bowed without caring and left immediately.

Liu Yan looked at the prince's back and remained silent.

This is the prince's body, but not his soul.

Instead, it comes from the Yuanhuang Dao Court of the Immortal Realm.

The Yuanhuang Dao Court is a major force in the Immortal Realm, and the number of masters is dozens of times that of the Great Thousand Worlds. The main reason why Liu Yan was able to unify the world from a warlord and complete a thousand-year-old feat was that there were people in the Immortal Realm.

Liu Qian was one of the deals between Liu Yan and the Immortal Realm. After the dynasty was established, the next emperor would be succeeded by someone sent by the Heavenly Court.

So this person is his son, but not his son at the same time.

Liu Qian has no memory of the Heavenly Court, but he also knows that he is destined to be extraordinary and is the son of luck, so he is more arrogant and insolent.

As the emperor, Liu Yan did not suppress him, but let him do what he wanted.

"It is still unknown who will win..." Liu Yan looked at the sky with a burning gaze.

The immortal world has interfered with the human world for many years. These damn old men harvest mortals every once in a while to maintain their lives like corpse dogs. I don’t know how many geniuses have died in their hands.

As a founding leader of a generation, how could Liu Yan be controlled by others like this? So he has been planning until now.

As he said, it is still unknown who will win.

When Liu Qian went out, the white jade sedan chair had been waiting for a long time. The soldiers in golden armor looked serious and did not look away.

When he stepped into the carriage, a faint fragrance came. There was a different world inside, which was dozens of times larger than an ordinary carriage.

Eighteen charming maids, twisting their slender waists in the smoke, came up to greet him.

"I pay my respects to the prince!!"

Liu Qian hugged the maid and went to another room to bathe and change clothes. He always liked to enjoy himself. Everyone around him was a virgin picked from a hundred miles away. Only such a pure and clean woman was qualified to approach him.

The carriage flew into the air, leaving a long trail, and soon arrived at the Prince's Eastern Palace.

There are dozens of buildings of different styles in the Eastern Palace, including dome temples in the West, rural cottages in the South, white walls and black tiles in the East, and magnificent palaces in the North.

When the carriage arrived, the white dragon let out a long roar.

The doors of buildings of different styles opened one after another, and peerless beauties of different styles and styles walked out of the door, looking at the returning lover with love in their eyes.

Liu Qian, who had already changed his clothes, got off the carriage. On his handsome face, there was a hint of evil and wild smile, like the sun at noon, with warm light.

This is Prince Liu Qian, a genius of the time, the future heir of the empire, and these women are not vases, but the pride of various sects and forces. They all like him without exception, and are even willing to share with others.

Seeing these women, Liu Qian felt that he was standing at the peak of his life.

Beautiful women love him, and the pride of all races follows him.

As the son of destiny in this world, Liu Qian felt that no matter what he did, he always followed the simple mode and never encountered difficulties.

He also vaguely sensed the hidden competitive relationship between himself and his father. Over the years, he had only a reputation but no military achievements, and his prestige was always a castle in the air.

His father seemed to suppress him intentionally or unintentionally, and Liu Qian was more eager to go out and make merit. It happened that there was a relatively large Taoist force in the southwest, which had reached the point where Yang Yi needed to take action personally.

"Get ready to go, we're going to the southwest." Liu Qian said while hugging an iceberg beauty.

This merit is great enough. As long as the Taoist sect is taken down, the position of the prince will be completely stable. Even if the reputations of those brothers are good, they can hardly be compared with the hard military achievements.

Liu Qian recruited soldiers and horses, and there were many masters. Thousands of people took the flying star raft to the southwest.

I saw a meteor-like light streaking across the bright sun. The lineup led by Liu Qian was extremely luxurious, and he was bound to win great merit under Yang Yi.

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Mountains.

The black cavalry finally collided with the main force.

Boom!

The red dragon roared, blasting open the three-mile long corridor; rocks flew through the air, killing and wounding the Dali army.

Yang Xiao, with his upper body naked, walked step by step towards Yang Yi opposite him.

With every step, the earth seemed to collapse, the red dragon roared, and the fists were flying.

Yang Xiao's body was like white jade, and the blood flowing in his body made a roaring sound like the sea; like the waves of the sea, one layer after another piled up to the strongest.

This is the innate martial saint, whose body has become holy and enjoys a lifespan of 200 years.

Above the innate martial saint is the human immortal, which is the level of Yang Yi, and above that is the Yang immortal, which is Liu Yan.

Now that he has broken through to the innate martial saint, his soul and spirit are almost real, and the two are combined into one, it should not be a problem to deal with the human immortal.

The people around him were about to besiege Yang Xiao, and the great marshal Yang Yi waved his hand to stop the people who wanted to go out.

The father and son looked at each other in the air, Yang Xiao's eyes were red, his blood dyed the clouds red, the red dragon was flying, and the flames were brewing. These forces condensed a monstrous hatred.

He lost his mother at a young age, faced the cold eyes of others, and experienced countless hardships. His only hope was to be the top scholar in the imperial examination, to redress his mother's grievances, to make his father look at him differently, and to severely punish the vicious woman.

Later, he learned that all this was instructed by his father. Yang Xiao's righteousness turned into a monstrous evil thought, and he was determined to kill her.

The two were less than a hundred feet apart, and they had a tacit understanding and did not choose to act rashly.

"Yang Yi, you killed your wife and children, and slaughtered the people. Is this what you call a moral saint?" Yang Xiao sneered.

"How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? Yang Xiao, why don't you bow to your father here? How can an unfaithful and unfilial person live with dignity?"

Yang Yi is indeed a moral saint. He is on the moral high ground as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Haha, there is no point in talking more. Die!" Yang Xiao was too lazy to refute. He turned into a red dragon and took the lead in attacking.

It is always the son's fault if the father beats the son. If the son fights back, it is a great rebellion.

So no matter how Yang Xiao refuted, he was wrong. It was better to speak with his fists.

The strong wind blew Yang Yi's long gown. Facing Yang Xiao's powerful attack, Yang Yi smiled indifferently.

Then he took a step forward.

Boom! !

The sun descended, and a golden sun appeared. The boiling heat instantly disintegrated Yang Xiao's fist and Dharma image.

Yang Xiao's eyes widened, and a huge force attacked his chest.

Bang...

Yang Xiao fell to the ground hard, and a huge pit was smashed on the ground.

"You..." Is Yang Yi really that strong? Just one punch left him no chance to fight back.

A shadow covered Yang Xiao's face. He looked up and saw that this terrifying shadow that had influenced him since he was a child came to his side and looked down at him with an indifferent expression.

"Humph, ignorant, let your Taoist master come here in person, I want to meet this person..."

"Really?"

As soon as the voice fell, Xu Xuan's voice sounded out of thin air. (End of this chapter)