Chapter 214: Great Southern Victory

Great Victory of Nandu
Two days later, the capital of Anguo, the capital of Andu, the imperial palace.
The emperor An Rushan sat on the dragon's chair steadily. He swept away the many officials kneeling underneath. He had endless heroism. He has been sitting on the dragon's chair for more than ten years, and there are still half a month. Two years.
He likes to sit on a dragon chair, this feeling of being able to swallow mountains and rivers, overlooking the earth. On the day he ascended the throne, he fell in love with this feeling. He would sit for another twelve years ... No, not enough, he wanted to sit for another 120 years, or even longer.
He did n’t know whether he was a prince or a faint prince. He only knew that sitting on the emperor was very cool. He had everything in his hands. He would kill anyone who wanted to kill, and kill anyone who was disobedient. Everyone would kneel on himself. In front of you, you can take everything away from them at any time, and even turn them into a pile of minced meat!
No one can challenge my authority, no one! Ye Haoran is an example!
"Early play early, no retreat!" In front of the dragon chair, the old shouted with a male duck's voice routinely.
"The court has a honour!" A burly old man stepped out of the train, waved his sleeves, and said loudly, "According to the 800th Military Intelligence Express, the fifth day of the siege of the southern capital, a fairy appeared in the city. The fairy uses Fairy, repel the barbarian army ... "
As soon as the old man spoke, many ministers began to talk. In mortal wars, there are generally no cultivators. This is a rule generally accepted by all monks in the Cangnan continent, so this makes them strange.
Then the old man said: "In this battle, Chaha was killed in a great battle, and right-hand minister Chamuhe was killed in the battle. Eight million captains were killed ... Numerous army soldiers were killed and wounded. The number of martyrs was 10,000. The specific number is unknown ... "
This said, even An Rushan was surprised. This is simply a massacre. Where did the immortals do such a big thing and help themselves so much? Now Ye Haoran is dead and the barbarians are defeated. The Nanzhou area has finally become the real king.
"Ha ha ha ha ..." When An Rushan was startled, he laughed immediately and said, "It is God blessing me! God blessing me!"
The old man who played so much did not have any joy, and said, emperor, if you know who this immortal is, you can't cry if you cry!
The emperor smiled, and the civil and military officials also laughed. Another Chinese official came out of the train and said, "Your Majesty, you are wise and savvy, and the governing party. Even the immortals admire you and help you retreat."
Another came out and said, "This immortal saved the urgency of the southern capital. Her Majesty should pass on his will and seal the temple ..."
Another said: "His Majesty, in his opinion, to celebrate the victory of the southern capital, it is better to confer the decree, reward the officers and men, and celebrate the whole day."
They were all ready to celebrate, but someone was calm.
Not far from the emperor, there were two ordinary men, one in his twenties, and the other a white-haired old man. These two were the monks sent by the elixir mountain to protect An Rushan.
The white-haired old man whispered in a low voice, "Where did the monk come from, how can he not understand the rules? The monks can also fight wars with mortals, isn't that all right?"
The young monk also nodded and said, "Monks must not participate in mortal wars, or they will be hunted down by all monks in Cangnan. Isn't this monk afraid?"
The old man with white hair said: "Although he helped Anguo, Anguo couldn't protect him because he broke the agreement between the two clans. Otherwise, he might provoke a war that the monk saw. In that case, there will be more deaths and injuries ..."
The young monk shook his head and said, "I think this immortal must have been cultivated in a profound way. There is no agreement between the two races, and I am not afraid of the pursuit of the barbarian monks."
The young monk made a lot of sense. If this fairy is a ancestor of the ancestor, then nothing will happen. The barbarian monk will definitely not offend a ancestor of the ancestor for some mortals.
But the white-haired old man shook his head again, "It's unlikely. Those ancestors of the babies were all aware of the situation early on, so why would they be interested in the life and death of mortals?"
The young monk was right when he thought about it, and he said, "Anyway? There is a powerful monk in Anguo's realm. We should find out the situation early and report it to the door to let the head ancestor make a decision."
After the young monk spoke, he stood still, waiting for the old monk to ask.
I know nothing about respect for the elderly. The old monk was upset, but there was nothing he could do. The way to cultivate an immortal was not to look at your age, but to look at cultivation. Although I was like the young monk at the initial stage of foundation building, but who made others young? The road ahead is limitless, and I am already old. How can I set up a foundation to succeed at this age?
The old monk stepped forward and whispered to the emperor An Rushan. An Rushan immediately nodded his head and asked aloud, "He Aiqing, have you ever inquired about the monk's name, where he lives, etc. Realm and cultivation? "
The old man who falsely accused the military situation was He Aiqing. He looked bitter and finally asked for an idea.
"Your Majesty, Chen ... will return to you later." Lord He bowed his head.
An Rushan was a little displeased, and he said angrily: "Know what you know, why you can't talk about it, say it quickly, let me tell you what you say!"
"Yes. This fairy is named ... Ye Kong."
"Ye Kong?" The emperor muttered, and said, how could this name be so familiar?
Hearing Ye Kong ’s name, she calmed down in the hall ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Some unknowingly, seeing others calm down, they don't know what happened.
In fact, Ye Kong's name was not so famous. The key is that two days ago, the name was mentioned in a secret recital by Huangzhou Chengshou.
Although it is a secret tune, but the ministers are all well-informed people, and soon they know the content, so the name Ye Kong makes them remember the new.
Soon, An Rushan also remembered the name. The joy just now disappeared, sneer, "It was him!"
Knowing that it was Ye Haoran's eighth son, An Rushan had no fear. In fact, two days ago, he had talked with the two monks protecting him clearly on this issue.
He knew this Yekong was just a four-layer practice of refining gas, which was very low in the monk's rank. His two protection immortals were very powerful base-building periods.
But what worried An Rushan was that I heard that Ye Kong was carrying a train!
This boy's cultivation is not a concern, but if he has a dragon, it is different.
The dragon is a creature that has long disappeared in this world. I heard that the dragon is sowing clouds and scattered rain and has infinite power. Although An Rushan was sitting in a dragon chair and wearing a dragon robe, he had never seen a dragon, and he was very awed by the real dragon.
But the two immortals dismissed his concerns. Both immortals have said that the dragon has disappeared in this world for many years, and it is impossible to appear. Ten thousand steps back, even if there is a dragon, it is not a young monk during the gas-gathering period can surrender.
The two immortal divisions also explained what the water in Huangzhou City's secret letter said that many people saw with their own eyes. The dragon was not a true dragon that day, it was just a magic spell transformed from water, which was not unusual, just that ordinary people were too rare and strange.
In order to reassure An Rushan, the old monk even showed water dragon face to face, playing more than ten slap water dragons, and looked very powerful.