Chapter 37: The strongest

It was when the morning sun was rising, the golden warm light instantly covered the earth, bringing joy and vitality to the capital of this early winter. But above the entrance of the Royal Academy, a black beam of light suddenly appeared in the sky, as if an inaccessible field, arbitrarily swallowing all the light.
In the center of the beam of light, Jiehai lowered his head, hanging his limbs in the air like a marionette, his clothes fluttered and swelled with the waves of divine power, but they were strangely silent. He was trapped in the water polo and couldn't breathe, struggling to break the thick water flow around him, but no matter how hard he waved his hand or shook his body from side to side, the thick water film always adhered to him. Snout and nose, gradually, his head was blinded by lack of oxygen and he passed out.
At this critical moment, the strange book in his hand suddenly flew to the top of his head and opened it quickly, making an almost inaudible buzzing sound, and then closing again, turning into a light and retracting into the boundary sea. As if inspired by this book, dots of black hairsprings floated out of the body of the sea, gathered into threads, woven into a large black net, and then rotated and piled up, finally condensing into this eye-catching beam of light.
This process was complicated, but it ended in the blink of an eye. The police officers next to the school gate, together with Yu Ming and his black-clothed guard, felt that they were held in place by a strong pressure at the moment the beam of light appeared, followed by the black ripples and swept away in chaos. The impact shook them all and fell to the ground.
Accompanied by the ripples and vibrations, the beam of light also intermittently changes in brightness and darkness, and the rhythm is like breathing. The residents around the college were attracted by this vision of heaven and earth. They gathered around the avenue. They didn’t dare to approach. They could only look at the shadows occasionally in the black light from a distance, and soon blocked the entrance avenue. .
The people in the capital can't be accustomed to seeing this kind of divine power when they see more of the power of the holy tower, but there is nothing to be shocked. Right now, there are self-righteous people pointing, pointing and talking, some agree, some ridicule disdainfully, and some see the circle of figures lying on the ground by the door, and want to go to the alarm department as soon as possible. The crowd is hustling, and gradually Noisy.
When the situation was chaotic, a huge green flower vine suddenly shot from the sky and plunged into the bricks in the square in front of the college. After shaking it a few times, it pulled into a tight straight line. A figure stepped on a wooden pulley and quickly descended along the giant vine. Before it fell to the ground, countless thin white tentacles appeared from the vine and adhered to him, slowing down the speed, and finally slowly stopped at the door. before. The man wore a green cloak with moss marks, his face hidden in his hood, only the white beard hanging between his waist, was the creator of the flower vine stage: Elder Mu Yun.
"Holy...Xuan..." The old man stood still in front of the door, staring at the young man floating in the black light, and uttered two words very slowly. He seemed to have tried his best and pressed his mouth and waved his hand gently. The green light flew away, and the various trees around the school gate seemed to be crazy, growing and spreading, shaking the branches to connect left and right, and finally turned into a huge towering tree wall, enclosing the sea in the middle, and also shielding those spectators Sight.
Another figure flashed on the green vines, and several monks in golden or white robes followed, standing beside the old man looking at the beam of light, with different expressions, but they were silent. They have been practicing with the elders for many years. Obviously, they have long been accustomed to this silent but tacit atmosphere. Seeing this situation, they used various methods to throw out the vine whips and wooden claws, pulling all the unconscious people on the ground.
Elder Mu Yun encircled the tree wall and compared his hands. Several white-robed monks turned and opened the passage to evacuate the crowd outside the wall to watch the lively crowds. The remaining few accompanied the teacher and stood outside the black light's influence, waiting. It's over. Suddenly, the elder seemed to have noticed something. He looked sideways to the distant sky, and an electric light flashed from the horizon. His Royal Highness, wearing a purple robe and gold belt, wrapped in dazzling thunder and lightning, flew over the tree wall and stood opposite him.
Lei Guang converged in an instant. Seeing the black beam of light, the prince seemed to be in a bad mood. His face was as rigid as iron. He squinted and looked at the fuzzy figure in the beam of light. Turning his head, he found Yuming lying on the vine net. He was shocked. .
"Ming'er!" He frowned, rushed forward and pushed the monks away, half-kneeled and picked up Yuming, leaning him carefully on his knee to check the injury. The gleam in his eyes suddenly flashed across the boy's body like a searchlight, took his pulse, listened to his breath, and checked his pupils again, and he was relieved that he was sure that the baby boy was just in a coma and it was not a big problem.
"Father, what do you mean! This king wants to ask for some explanation!" The Jade King rushed back and pointed at the vines on the ground, and the tiger's eyes widened and shouted at Elder Mu Yun. This precious son, he is usually unwilling to hit him, but now he has been stunned by someone. How can the prince not be angry.
The elder waved his hand to him in a hurry, and walked up to a priest in a golden robe beside him. He gave a slight salute and explained gently: "The lord must not be wrong. Before I waited until this, the little majesty had passed out. Eighty percent was also affected by the power of the Holy Profound..." He pointed his finger at the beam of light, with a little melancholy on his face, as if he was vaguely worried about it.
The King Jade squinted his eyes and looked at the priest coldly, and suddenly waved his hand backwards. The thunderball burst into a crackle and shot straight towards the beam of light. In a hurry, the elder had only time to summon a few vine walls to block the road. Thunder light was slightly delayed. After breaking through the barrier, the castration was still fast, and he was about to hit the beam of light. Numerous slender iron swords suddenly fell from the air, forming a circle of metal nets around the black pillars, and the group of electro-optical lights was adsorbed on the iron nets, shining and winding for a moment, and finally quietly disappeared helplessly.
Immediately afterwards, there was a low voice over his head: "The dignified lord has to do something with a kid. You are really going back." In this capital, those who dare to speak to the Jade King don't even have to guess, only His Majesty the Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year.
When the prince heard this voice, his complexion became more gloomy, as dark as the bottom of a pot, everyone looked up and saw a slender iron arch bridge approaching from the sky. On the bridge stood a thin man with black clothes and black hair with large sleeves fluttering. His face was half-hidden by the iron mask, only the pointed chin and slightly upturned corners of the mouth were visible. Behind him stood Colonel Ye Chi, who seemed to be always in a military uniform, holding the black horizontal knife around his waist, his eyes were exquisite and cold as frost.
"It's really cool talk, and it's not that your son was hurt." When the king saw the emperor, he was angry. He didn't want to talk with him at all. He lowered his throat and stood up, holding Yuming to his feet, again wrapped in electric lights, a few flashes Then disappeared in the sight of everyone.
The emperor was helpless to the brother who was selfish and hot-tempered. He quickly got off the iron bridge, waved his hand to dissipate the summoned divine power, stood beside the elder and gave a monk's gift, in exchange for the other side to nod gently.
Seeing His Majesty's arrival, several monks bowed to bow to salute. The emperor waved his hands at will, looking at the flickering figure in the beam of light, seemingly familiar, and pointed to the colonel and asked, "Is it a friend of Shun?" The emperor had ordered someone to investigate Jiehai before the two became friends, and he was somewhat impressed by him, but at the moment the figure was blurred and the emperor’s eyesight was not good, making it difficult to tell for a while.
The colonel remained silent, staring at Jiehai for a moment, and strode forward to stand on the edge of the beam of light. He stretched out his right hand obliquely upwards to transport his divine power, and Black Light fled to the sides as if he had encountered a nemesis, revealing the little blood-red face of the young man.
"That's right." The colonel had seen Jiehai several times before, and as soon as he was confirmed, he withdrew his hand, and the beam of light instantly closed again, just like before.
"I didn't expect... he was actually a man of heaven..." The emperor sighed softly with his hands behind his back. This kid from the South Island has really been a godly helper since he arrived in the capital. Not only can he be favored by his son, he is also unexpected. The earth awakened the power. It’s just that it’s not easy for this black divine power called "Sheng Xuan" to be manipulated. There are many people who have received this gift from ancient times to the present, but only the founding king can successfully complete the cultivation. Death is wound, and it is difficult to end well. In this way, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse to him...
The emperor was still meditating, the colonel strode into the crowd with the hilt of the knife, glanced at a few people on the ground, squatted down, stretched out his hand to hide, tried one by one with the anti-magic power, but there was no movement. "Nothing left." He clapped his hands and made a soft conclusion, then returned to his original position without even casting his eyes on them.
It seems that the power resonance is fairly stable, otherwise, this sudden shock of divine power will leave some remaining fragments in their bodies... The emperor nodded clearly, turned around and asked the elders: "Lord, it depends on you. ...What should I do about this?"
Elder Mu Yun remained silent, and perhaps did not hear this question. The emperor continued to stare at the black light and figured it out. This power has a lot to do with the royal family, and it can even be said that the reason why the people of Tara country respect black is because of this. But after all, the other party was born in the South Island, and it is not good to be too troublesome to affect the relationship between the two countries. You have to find an excuse to keep him and talk more about it...
There was silence within the tree wall, the two principals were thinking about their own things, and the others had to accompany silently. Before long, a piercing white light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a figure wearing a purple robe could be seen vaguely inside, and then a clear voice came from a long time: "I'll take care of this matter, let it all go away." The person turned his hand and pressed lightly, and a huge white halo melted the black pillar from top to bottom, and finally enveloped the sea of ​​bounds, and instantly disappeared into the holy halo with the person.
The monks below didn't understand what was going on, they heard the emperor laughed a long time and said: "I almost forgot that Mianxia has returned to Beijing, or it is best to leave it to him." He sighed with ease, right. The elder saluted and said goodbye, and walked away with the officer on the bridge.
"Mianxia? Could it be... the high priest is back?" A dull white-robed monk looked at his companion suspiciously, but was immediately ridiculed.
"Idiot! Who else can be besides the high priest?" The man squinted at him out of breath, and then gently called to Elder Mu Yun who was still in trance, "Teacher? Teacher?"
He shouted like this a dozen times in a row, and the old man finally nodded slowly, and uttered two words stupidly: "With...you..."
Feelings He still stayed in the emperor's questioning, and the students couldn't laugh or cry for a while. This teacher always spends half a day thinking about something. During the period, there is really no response to thunder. In desperation, they can only briefly talk about the appearance of the high priest and take away the young man Yunyun.
After listening, the elder stroked his beard and said "OK". Now that the matter was over, he turned around and left without hesitation. Everyone followed him on the vines, called out rows of pulleys, tied the comatoses on the way, and returned to the holy tower.
Not long after, the giant fluorescent vine trembled suddenly and shrank back like a spring, drawing a striking green light and disappearing into the sky. There was only a shallow gap in the stone brick, and then there was no movement in the tree wall.