Chapter 514: ?tyrant

The appearance of Emperor Blood really surprised Lu Fan.
However, at the same time as the accident, it feels reasonable.
Today's five phoenixes are no longer a weak presence in the Nine Heavens. Even if they are daring to commit crimes, the five phoenixes even have the confidence to fight.
As early as when Wuhuang was born, Wu Fan knew that those ancient emperors who disappeared in the ancient battlefields would appear sooner or later.
After all, Lu Fan has also seen the mysteries that exist in nothingness.
The five phoenixes have gone through all kinds of ordeal to the extent they are today. Whether it was the layout of the ancient emperor, Lu Fan did not know, but one thing he knew.
He Lu Ping's peaches, no one wants to pick them.
Lightly point your finger on the wheelchair guard.
Where does this emperor blood come from?
Looking up, Lu Fan seems to be looking through the sky, looking through the barrier to see nothingness.
Lu Fan still remembered that when the ancestors of the Yun and Dao clans were imprisoned by imperial soldiers, a crack appeared in the void, and Guanghua was projected from that crack, and two imperial soldiers were shot down.
At that time, it was a turning point, and it was also a point to alert Lu Fan.
What is in the fissure in the sky is not clear to Lu Fan yet, and good or bad is still indistinguishable. Therefore, Lu Fan must keep vigilance in his mind.
The emergence of Emperor Blood may be a beginning.
A start to the five Phoenix shots.
Without continuing to play chess, Lu Fan's mind moved into the preaching platform.
Deductions began in the missionary.
Emperor's blood is used as the layout, in order to let the five phoenixes give birth to more mysteries.
Lu Fan also needs to think hard.
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In the six hundred years of the Daxuan calendar, the sixth-generation newcomer Huangdaitai Mozhen succeeded.
In common with the succession of emperors of the past, the people of the Daxuan dynasty are very happy and will perform various activities to celebrate the succession of the emperor. Of course, it is also to congratulate the emperor.
The world is more sentimental. After all, the fifth generation emperor is a very kind and powerful monarch who brought a prosperous world to the Daxuan Dynasty.
Compared to happy people.
The dharma practitioners of the Daxuan Deity looked extremely grim.
The change in air transportation between heaven and earth has changed since the new emperor succeeded, and no one knows the cause of this change.
The way of luck is extremely embarrassing.
Even if they are real immortals, they can't see the mystery of the way of transport.
Only by stepping into the level of Xuanxian can we get a glimpse of it.
Therefore, the world does not dare to pretend that it is bad to be a newcomer.
Maybe, in the future, what kind of calamity the human race will encounter will also affect the prosperity and decline of luck.
Today, the practice system of the Five Phoenix Continent is becoming more and more prosperous.
A variety of spiritual professions were born, such as the blooming of brocade clusters.
Because of the popularity of Qiyun, many Wuhuangxian people began to spread their spiritual concepts in order to gain the recognition of Qiyun, gain Qiyun's influence.
Even improving the practice, creating the practice, etc ...
Makes the practice system of Wuhuang today extremely colorful.
In addition to traditional occupations, alchemists, casters, array masters, and other births such as Wangqi, Yanshi, etc ...
After the succession of Motai Tai, there was no abnormality.
Every effort is made to take good care of each day, receiving the music from all over the place, handling various things.
The government affairs, which are handled like the emperors of the past, are well handled with the goal of Guotai Min'an.
Emperor Beijing.
One by one the ruthless Yuanshen swept past, paying attention to the new emperor.
These people are the half-step Xuanxian of the five phoenixes such as Bawang and Tang Yimo. After learning about the situation of the new emperor from Lu Mu, they came to investigate the situation.
The emperor who can influence the luck of the human race, can it not attract their attention.
However, for several years in a row, no differences have been observed between Huotai Moji and other emperors.
Therefore, Bawang and others left.
The practice is important. Today, they are at the bottleneck of half-step Xuanxian and are looking for a breakthrough.
Although the Emperor is still working hard, the changes in the human's luck have actually had some impact on the world.
Various disasters occurred in various places of the Daxuan God.
Such as drought, such as snow, flood and so on.
The emergence of natural disasters, practitioners are naturally fearless, but ordinary mortals cannot face with ordinary heart, many people died in the disaster.
Many practitioners saw this and couldn't bear it. They were born to fight calamity.
Practitioners naturally have great means to call for wind and rain, flood relief, etc. to fight natural disasters.
As many practitioners rescued ordinary mortals, they gained a lot of luck from them. Although there was not much luck, they also made many practitioners break through.
The emergence of the natural disasters made Motai in Maotai feel the pressure, and he tried his best to manage things.
Late at night.
Yantai Moji stands alone on the promenade of the palace. It is very quiet here. The servant was repelled by him. He paced on it alone and felt the quietness of the night.
While walking, natural disasters appeared in his mind.
He sighed and came to the palace.
Continue to start processing transactions.
He looked at the sermons spread in various places, most of which were about the birth of practitioners and resistance to natural disasters in various places.
"Practitioner ..."
Yantai Moyan leaned against the chair.
Since entering Beijing, he has been curious about the practice path, but after Lu Mu's instructions to his father and emperor, he never touched the path of practice after all.
Today, he has become the emperor, but has been subjected to such huge tests.
How can the calamity of natural disasters be solved with the mortal body?
"If Ruoqiang can practice ..."
Motaitai leaned against the chair, his eyes flashed with a bright light.
However, soon he shook his head again: "The emperor cannot practice, it is difficult to have a long life. This is the rule set by the sky ..."
He remembered that in the classics, the second person had a long life in the throne, blinded his eyes and slaughtered the demons, making the monster continent originally a subordinate country of the Daxuan dynasty. Wang Ting has so far been hostile to the Daxuan gods.
There is an indivisible contradiction.
Therefore, Huotai Moji no longer thinks about these things.
He picked up the medal again.
Suddenly ...
His pupils narrowed.
Huh!
There was a sudden pain in the heart, and he covered his chest, sweating heavily, and his elbows rested on the book case, sweat dripping.
In front of his eyes, various pictures loomed.
The next moment, he saw ...
I saw a drop of golden blood in my heart.
The blood beat, causing his blood to flow faster.
"what is this?"
Huotai Moji was curious. In the deep, the golden blood seemed to emit strange murmurs.
It was as if someone was groaning in the ears of Motai.
Ding……
suddenly.
Along with the golden blood and the beating of the heart, Motai Moji saw that many of his blood had actually been assimilated, and all had a touch of golden color.
These golden blood circulated in his body, so that Huotai Moji felt a powerful force born from his body.
boom!
The hair was flying, there was a faint coercion, suppressing everything.
After a long time.
The coercion in the palace was silent.
"Is that how it feels to practice?"
Yantai Mo looked at his palm and smiled heartily.
The emperor cannot practice?
So ... has he already broken the rules set by this heaven? !!
The next day.
Huantai Mo Yan sought his attendants and personally planned to let Xuan Wuwei send some resources related to spiritual practice into the depths of the palace.
The attendant sighed, "Your Majesty ... How much do you want to practice?"
Huotai Mo laughed and said, "Natural practice."
The attendant was shocked, and quickly waved his hand: "Your Majesty, you must not, the emperor must not practice, you must not have a long life ... the emperor of the second generation had committed a taboo, and His Majesty thought twice ..."
Motai Mo hesitated for a moment, after all, the experience of the second-generation emperor still made him quite frightened.
In the sky, above the sky, there really seems to be a pair of eyes staring at him.
God knows what you did.
Huotai Mo sighed and was about to say no to it.
However, he had not yet spoken, his chest was crunching again, and the golden blood trembled.
Uh ...
An intangible wave expands security.
A few irritations emerged in Motai.
"I am the emperor, isn't it even resource scheduling ?!"
Mo Yantai said.
The attendant stiffened, knelt on the ground in haste, and scratched his head to admit it.
Huotai Moji wrote the intention on the case, grabbed it, and threw it to the attendant.
"go with."
Although it is just a simple word.
It was inexplicable that there was a majestic coercion, and the servant's legs were weak and he could not stand up.
After the attendant departed, Huotai Mo's face looked blank, and he touched his cheek.
what happened to him?
Is something affecting his mood?
"Is it the golden blood in my chest?"
Huotai Mo frowned, wondering whether it was good or bad.
"But ... I have to practice resources, why not?"
The attendant returned quickly and brought back some spiritual stones. The main reason was that there was not a large number of Motai in Wutai. Although the people at the Xuanwuwei Resource Allocation Office wondered why the emperor wanted materials, he did not have doubts. Only when the emperor is curious.
The aura in the spirit stone is abundant, and it can also be used for longevity when polished into jewelry.
The Motai who received the spirit stone quickly absorbed the energy in the spirit stone.
The power in the body became stronger, and the golden blood every day would release energy to scrub his body, making his physique more powerful.
"The emperor of all ages cannot practice ... but different, there is no chance that belongs to you!"
Yantai Mo Yan's eyes flickered.
If he is a great practitioner, the so-called natural disasters can be broken with a wave, and he will certainly be able to better manage the Daxuan Dynasty!
Even the demon king court can be easily destroyed!
That night, when the night was still quiet, Motai raised his fist silently.
He once again recruited the servants and asked them to go to the Xuanwuwei Materials Office to receive practice resources.
The attendant looked at Motai Moyan with fear, and did not dare to say no.
Only this time, the supplies were escorted into DìDū by the commander of Xuanwuwei himself.
After all, it was the will of the emperor. As a courtier, he didn't dare to obey.
Facing the inquiry from Xuanwu Wei.
Xutai Mo said with a smile that he used his practice.
"The emperor cannot practice, why does His Majesty have a mentality for practice?" Xuan Wuwei's commander said solemnly.
That night, the two broke up.
The news soon came out of Xuanwu Wei's command.
Baiguan was shocked.
They still remember the iniquity of Yan Taixuan's pursuit of longevity.
Now, another generation of emperors began to pursue spiritual practice.
Many literati princes entered the night.
One chapter after another flew into the case of Motai's book.
Looking at the chapters, each one is persuading Huotai Mo to give up his mind.
The more he looked at Motai, the more gloomy his face.
Faintly feeling, the senses formed an oppression, suppressing him.
With his fists clenched, the golden blood in his heart beat faster and faster.
After taking a deep breath, Motai Mo Yan resigned himself.
He gave up the matter of getting supplies with Xuan Wu Wei, but this time, it also gave him a heart-warming mind.
He needs to develop his own power.
In the next few years, none of the people in Moutai on the court showed much abnormality, and he was still the emperor who worked hard.
However, secretly, it was to cultivate the guards from an early age. In addition to using the cultivation resources, Huantai Moji also thought of using his diluted golden blood to cultivate.
As for his strength, under the wash of golden blood, he became stronger and stronger without knowing it.
Daxuan calendar 627 years.
Huotai Mozhe was above the chapel, and once again increased the investment and investment in his own guarding resources.
Even, restart your practice plan again.
For a while, many ministers came forward, refuting the plan of Taiwan's Mo Yan.
However, today's Huantai Mocheng is no longer a gimmick.
Covering his chest, the golden blood beat.
Let him squint his eyes, exuding a majestic pressure.
"You want to practice, you say no, you want to find more resources for your spiritual practice, and you say no ... you still have uncle ?!"
Huantai Mo Su cold road.
With a swift drink, an old minister who was under pressure trembled and coughed up blood.
Blood stained his beard.
"Fang Fang is the emperor."
Yantai Mo Yan end sitting on a dragon chair, said.
The influence of golden blood on his temperament made him extremely domineering and stubborn.
He was unwilling to be restrained, and the restraints on him by these ministers made him very impotent.
Other emperors cannot practice, because they cannot practice.
But ... he is different. He has golden blood and has already embarked on spiritual practice.
Today, for so many years, Motai Mo Yan no longer hides.
There was no sound in the entire chapel, which was suddenly stunned by the sudden explosion of Motai.
However, a great Confucian came forward, still refuting the words of Huotai Moxu.
"Your Majesty, Xuanwu Wei is your relative. You do n’t need to bet on too many resources to cultivate your relatives. If you are robbed today, there are natural disasters inside, there are evil disasters outside, these resources should be delivered to the front line of the battle royal demon king court. O soldiers! "
Great Confucianism.
Motai Mo Yan was unwilling. He felt angry and the golden blood in his heart was beating faster and faster.
The whole person became increasingly cold.
After the confrontation between the princes and the princes.
How did Hu Motai say a great Confucian.
Shame into anger, shoot the case directly.
Ordered people to pull this great Jula down.
"Chin, even if it is dead, it is still that sentence!"
Daru was arrogant and righteous, staring at Motai and roaring.
There was an uproar in the hall!
The Emperor appeared in person, and lowered the great Jula who was striving for reason down the hall, and blood stained the bluestone in front of the hall.
Everyone in the hall felt cold.
Looking at the Motai who is sitting on the dragon chair, I feel that the Daxuan God ... is about to change!
After venting his anger, Huotai Moxie breathed a sigh of relief. When the mind was clear, the golden blood was beating, exuding a mighty energy to wash his body, making Huotai Moxie feel more powerful!
A highly respected Confucianist died.
The entire Chaotang was thoroughly fried.
Playing chapters like snowflakes.
Many Confucian Confucius entered the temple, and in the temple opposed the plan of Motai.
Huotai Moji looked at the great Confucianists who spoke to him.
Take a deep breath.
The golden blood in my heart beat more and more violently.
The whole person seemed like a burning flame.
Click ...
The wheelchair was nearly crushed by his uncontrollable force.
"Why do you have to wait for sour people to chatter!"
After a long time.
Yantai Mo Yan opened his eyes and sneered.
With a big wave, the guards dispatched.
The chaos was upright and righteous, but these guards were absolutely devoted to Motai, so there was no fear of these positive pressures.
Yantai Mo Yan exuded majestic coercion, even more than overwhelming righteousness.
Huh!
The cold knife waved, and the blood was endless.
The heads of the great Confucianists, the ministers, rolled before the jade stone steps.
The court of the Daxuan God was silent.
Historian tremblingly took notes ...
In the six hundred and twenty-seven years of the Daxuan calendar, the sixth-generation emperor wanted to practice, and was violent and impermanent.
The name of the tyrant spread in Dijing.
Rumble!
Tianji Peak.
Lu Mu opened his eyes and watched the clouds tumbling.
Eyes narrowed.
He seemed to see the blood flowing into the river, the heads of unscrupulous Confucian masters, resentful.
"澹台 莫 桀 ..."
Lu Mu's face paled slightly.
Finally ... still there?
As soon as he succeeded, he caused changes in the luck of the heavens and the earth. This son ... Killing Confucianism more than a hundred times, the heavens and the earth turned uprightly. Anyone who opposes his will killed them, which really affected the luck of the human race.
The name of the tyrant is real.
Something more terrible than the natural disaster happened.
Lü Mu came out of Tianjifeng, holding a bamboo stick, the bamboo stick glowing cold.
His old face was full of solitude.
He floated to the palace.
Seeing Yantai Moyan sitting on it, Lu Mu felt the pressure on him.
"Master ?!"
Yantai Mo Yan looked at Lu Mu pair with joy.
However, soon after seeing Lu Mu's coldness on his face, Motai's joy began to gradually disappear.
"You don't even understand Master ..."
Yantai Moxie's chest blood was beating fiercely, causing his anger to keep rising.
"Cut all the great Confucians over a hundred, you know what you did wrong ..."
Lu Mu was full of disappointment on his face.
boom!
The golden blood on Maotai Mo's chest seemed to explode, and the whole person turned into a golden mang, suddenly rushing down from the royal chair.
"Master! What did you do wrong? Why is there anything wrong?"
The horrible oppression, like a suppressed shell, suddenly came out.
Lu Mu's expression changed greatly, and the oppression emanating from Motai Mo Yan was actually compared to a fortune-maker.
As a emperor, can you practice? !!
boom!
Lu Mu pulled out the bamboo stick.
In the realm of immortals, it is still easy to suppress the creation of the lord.
but……
The emperor's body possessed a human race, and Lu Mu pulled out the bamboo stick and felt the mountains down.
It turned out to be retrogressive coughing up blood.
Yantai Mo Yan's eyes flashed brilliantly, step by step, approaching Lu Mu pair.
Suddenly, Hao Ran rolled righteously.
A figure wearing a Confucian shirt appeared next to Lu Mudu, and disappeared momentarily.
The coercion of Motai Mo Yan was actually bounced off.
Lu Mu could not help looking at the people around him.
"Haoran?"
Meng Haoran nodded.
His face was a bit indifferent.
"The Emperor has no way, and I killed more than one hundred Confucian masters of Hao Ranzong ... The Master specially ordered me to tell you that starting from today, Hao Ranzong was separated from the Daxuan deity."
Meng Haoran said coldly.
Later, he led Lu Mu to Ben Yuan and disappeared.
The guards came together, and Motai came out slowly.
Staring at Meng Haoran and Lu Mu who disappeared into the sky.
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Origin Lake, Lake Heart Island.
Sitting on top of Bai Yujing's pavilion, Lu Fan Xuxu opened his eyes and ended the deduction from the preacher Taichung.
The lines in the eyes bounced, and soon, I saw the situation of the Daxuan God.
Just to see, Lu Mu-pair, who was bitten by Qi Yun, coughed up blood and was taken away by Meng Haoran.
There is also Motai who is faintly emperor.
The corners of his mouth slipped slightly.
"The emperor walked on the practice road ... while the son was deducing, he broke the rules established by the son ..."
"How can Lu Ping's rules be broken so easily?"
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