Chapter 270: Good luck

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read2();　　 "Master, shall we return to the palace next?"
　　 Moving forward slowly, beside the large carriage, the guardian of the Bei'an Wangfu Clan asked in a low voice into the carriage.
Taking advantage of the loopholes, Sanhe Liuan, the land of fireworks in Shenjing City, naturally did not dare to open up in the center of the city. This is tantamount to provoking the majesty of Zhao, the lord of Great Xia, so its geographic location is a remote place south of Shenjing City. And as we all know, the temperature in the northwest of Daxia is extremely low. As soon as winter enters, all the rivers and lakes in Shenjing City will freeze. At that time, the major flower boats will jointly fund and spend a huge price. Please repair to obtain a high-level Monk, use vitality to keep the gurgling flow of the three rivers of gold inlaid with jade.
　　 The family general’s question fell, and after a while, the vicissitudes of Bei'an Wang responded in the carriage.
　　 "Don't rush back home, I need to think about some things."
　　 "No!"
On the roads in the southern suburbs of Shenjing City, there are trees with a little snow on both sides. The whole team driving forward has slowed down, but inside the carriage, there is nothing so-called charming, and the old king of Bei'an closed his eyes. Sitting upright, with a solemn expression, the faint murderous intent on the whole face has not disappeared, and around him, a large number of young women are also sitting quietly on the side, not daring to be disturbed.
　　 Suddenly, the whole team stopped abruptly, and then there was an unbelievable report from the family outside the carriage.
　　 "Wang, prince, we can no longer move forward, because the road ahead has disappeared. Someone moved a mountain and blocked the road."
　　 The old King Bei'an in the carriage opened his eyes, and thunder flashed in his eyes, then slowly opened the curtain of the carriage and walked out, looking ahead, his eyes narrowed slightly.
A mountain appeared on the wide road that originally led to the capital of God. It could block the entire road without leaving a trace. On the mountain, there was a person sitting, with dark bronze skin and not a tall body. Push up the animal jacket on his body.
　　 One of the three kings of Great Xia, the final Li family, the king of Ximan.
King Bei'an made a fist with his right hand, the blood-red thunder was twined and flashed, and his right foot exerted force. The whole person was like a thunder god, piercing the void, blinking before the mountain, his right fist smashed forward, accompanied by the roar of thunder, the whole mountain was fierce Being shaken back for a while, Thundering's right fist was unrelenting, and he continued to fist again, as if to release a trace of the backlog of killing intent in his heart, punch after punch, the mountain retreated and retreated, countless stones The blocks rolled down and fell, forming a shocking scene.
　　 Finally, the old King Bei'an stopped punching, and the mountain in front of him had been smashed back ten miles away, leaving a terrifying long mark on the ground.
No matter how violently the old King Bei'an attacked, King Ximan sitting on the top of the mountain remained unmoved, even if the bruised and bruised mountain he was sitting on was the manifestation of his Taoist soul, even if the corners of his mouth were faintly bloody. After coming out, he still didn't say a word, and waited for the former to stop before he said lightly:
　　 "How is it, is it better, can you drink?"
　　 The old King Bei'an nodded, waved his sleeves, turned into a blood thunder, and instantly appeared on the top of the mountain, sitting cross-legged opposite King Ximan.
　　 "The formation of the talent is too big, attracting too many monks, there are many people, and I will wait to go to a quiet place."
When the words fell, King Ximan raised his hand and patted the mountain below. The whole mountain suddenly trembled violently. Then two huge hands broke out of the rocks, followed by the head, body, and legs. It took only a few breaths, God In the southern suburbs of the capital, a rock giant leaning against the sky appeared.
　　 Two figures were sitting on top of the giant's head, then he lifted his giant feet, stepped out, and across the vast distance, both feet walked out of the capital city and headed northwest.
　　 Between the permafrost and the cold wind in the northwest, a rock giant sits cross-legged. From a distance, it looks like a vague pillar to the sky. On the top of the giant's head, the two kings of Daxia are cooking and drinking.
　　 wine is an ordinary rice wine purchased from a random wine shop in Shenjing City. The table is the most ordinary oak table of ordinary people, but the location is not ordinary.
　　 The wind is raging, and the extreme cold northern wilderness is thousands of feet high in the sky.
But these winds that can instantly cut ordinary monks into pieces, as soon as they approached the head of the giant rock, they were directly obstructed and eliminated by an invisible barrier, half impenetrable, and then the fragrance of wine wafted out, accompanied by the vigor of the king of Ximan. The voice sounded.
"Jiang Yu, our generation wins people with the surname of the fourteenth, missing, missing, dead, and now, there are few people still alive. When this one comes, I am most worried about you, but it's time. Nowadays, Daxia has also entered the era of the new emperor. Hearing my words, it is time to let go. You owe too much to your children."
　　The eyes above the face of King Ximan were scorching, looking at King Bei'an who was drinking silently in front of him, his voice was melancholy, and then he continued to speak:
"Back then, I waited until Brother Wu Ji knew, and forced you to kill her personally, but after all, she is the only descendant bloodline of the Ying family, but she concealed her identity and became your wife. The blood of Daxia will be completely cut off, and the country of Daxia will be able to help the world forever."
When he heard these four words killed by himself, the old King Bei’an suddenly clenched his hand holding the wine glass. The green veins on the glass were exposed and the bulges were raised, making his heart extremely uneasy, but his face was expressionless. Then he shook his head and said softly:
　　 "Everything is not over yet."
　　 Upon hearing this, King Ximan leaned forward, his face solemn, and asked indifferently:
　　 "What do you mean by this?"
　　 "She didn't die back then."
　　 The old King Bei'an closed his eyes and spit out such a sentence, but he made King Ximan's expression frantically changed, slapped his face on the desk in front of him, and shouted angrily:
　　 "You let her go without telling us? No, we watched her die with our own eyes. How could she not die!"
　　 "Mirror Flower Shuiyue, the dead one is just Shuiyue."
　　 After Lao Bei'an's vicissitudes of response fell, King Ximan stood up and kept muttering:
　　 "Fuzzy, confused, why are you so confused!"
The old King Bei'an opened his eyes, and instantly became extremely solemn, and the infinite killing intent came out, the entire wind-raging void flashed out of thin air, as if this slumbering spear for a long time, renewed Begin to exchange the edge that pierced the world!
"Someone told me today that there is a gathering place for the remnants of the Ying family in the far north snow. I know this is a trap in all likelihood, but I have to go. Everything started with me. After so many years have passed, I will go. End, if I don’t come back, that’s also an explanation!"
　　 "When do you plan to go north to the snowfield?"
　　The old King Bei'an stood up, looked forward, that was the direction of Shenjing City, and muttered:
　　 "I will meet the new emperor when I enter the palace today, and then ask to clean up my sins. This may be the last time I drink with you, cherish it!"
After 　　 finished speaking, the old King Bei'an jumped from the top of the rock giant's head, turned into a thunder, and stabbed into the distance.