Outside the tomb room, Jin Jianhua was still attacking the formation. As he added the output of the dragon veins, there were more and more cracks in the formation that Yang Fan arranged. I believe it will be completely broken in a short time.
Every time Jin Jianhua slams a punch, the whole tomb will be shaken three times, and the interval between each attack is the same time. Listen carefully, I think I'm playing music, but it's a luxury to use this way of playing music .
You must know that every point of dragon veins is consumed, it will take several years to recover.
The prosperity of Jinyuan Country depends on the number of dragon veins.
In fact, there is another name for dragon veins, which is called national luck, the luck of a country.
More air luck represents a strong country; less air luck represents a country’s weakness, and there may be multiple dangers at any time.
Therefore, if it were not a last resort, Jin Jianhua would definitely not consume Dragon Vein to increase his strength.
boom!
After more than an hour, Jin Jianhua blasted one hundred and fifty punches, each with half his strength.
Half the strength of a strong man in the late Mahayana period, and still blessed the power of two into the dragon vein, even if the strong man in the early Mahayana period gets a punch, he will definitely be seriously injured.
The formation at this time was already covered with dense cracks.
Finally, when Jin Jianhua blasted the one hundred and fifty-one punch, the Panlong Bahuang Formation was shattered, the formation barrier turned into countless energy fragments and disappeared into the air. The props used to arrange the Panlong Bahuang Formation were all shattered and completely useless.
Without saying a word, Jin Jianhua flashed, and instantly came to the location of the underground dragon vein.
Jin Jianhua looked at the dragon veins where the water level in the riverbed had dropped by about ten centimeters, and his calm Guozi face was trembling only for young people who had just recently emerged from society. This was not because of fear, but the tremor of flesh pain.
Followed by the extreme distortion of the face, which is the expression of extreme anger.
Jin Jianhua slowly squatted down, stretched out a hand that looked like a seizure, and stroked it in the thick liquid of the dragon vein.
About ten minutes later, Jin Jianhua staggered to his feet, muttering constantly in his mouth.
"10%, the whole dragon vein, a full 10% loss!!!"
"This is a complete dragon vein since Jinyuanguo was founded!"
With this sentence, Jin Jianhua roared, and his sadness filled his heart.
Jinyuanguo has been established for more than 50,000 years.
In 50,000 years, how many dragon veins have been accumulated, and that 10% of the dragon veins means that it will take at least 5,000 years for the Golden Origin Nation to restore the 10% of the dragon veins taken away by Yang Fan.
Five thousand years! China is only five thousand years old.
How many five thousand years can life be? If you don't become a fairy, you will die one day in the end.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Jin Jianhua noticed something abnormal. He looked at a stone slab on the ground. That stone slab was the one on which Yang Fan left a message. He picked it up and looked at it, and his heart was furious.
"Fried Heaven Gang Pirates Saint Bai Yutang here!"
boom!
Jin Jianhua squeezed with his right hand, and the slate was crushed and turned into a ball of dust. The breath of the terrifying powerful man in the late Mahayana period swept the entire dragon vein space.
The viscous dragon vein liquid in the river was imaged, pushed to one side by an invisible air wall, and the bottom of the river could be vaguely seen.
Hum!
After a while, Jin Jianhua put away the coercion, recalling whether there was a force called the Exploding Heavens Gang on the Wuyuan Continent. He just thought about it, and there was no information about this force in his mind.
At the same time, in the palace.
"What? Big brother was scrapped?!!!"
The second prince Jin Mingyuan widened his eyes and couldn't believe it.
There were five princes from three to seven who couldn't believe it, and Yang Fan also looked at him wrong.
In any case, it was just a trip to the imperial mausoleum. After he came out, Jin Cheng Wu was abolished and was demoted as a common citizen.
"His Royal Highness, this is absolutely true. It happened after the princes entered the tomb."
An old man who looks about 60 or 70 years old said.
The old man's name was Cui Yongde, and he was the first-rank minister of the Jinyuan State Ministry of Etiquette, and he was a neutral faction. He is upright, jealous and hateful, not afraid of any powerful minister, and even dared to tell Jin Jianhua's fault to his face. He is also Jin Jianhua's confidant.
When Jin Jianhua was able to ascend to the throne, Cui Yongde had a lot of credit. Jin Jianhua loved and hated him, but he had never murdered Cui Yongde.
"what happened?"
Jin Sihan urged, wishing to go up and grab Cui Yongde's little goatee.
"Dear princes, nine princesses, after the prince missed and killed the disciple of the Treasure Pavilion in the tomb, the emperor suddenly sent him out, and then the prince hit the emperor a few words. Who knows that the emperor was furious, He directly abolished his position as a prince, and was demoted to a commoner, expelled from the Golden Origin Country, and he would not be allowed to step into the Golden Origin Country in his life."
"and then?"
"Later, Zhang Qiwen, the eldest prince's uncle, took him into Jinyuan Country."
Quiet!
The six looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
"It doesn't matter if the eldest brother is abandoned. For so many years, he has relied on his status as the prince and has a door behind him."
Jin Sihan yelled loudly with childish words.
"Sihan, don't say anything."
Jin Wenbin frowned and said solemnly.
Although Jin Zhengye succeeded in taking down Jin Wenbin, he was always the fourth golden emperor. He was also very angry with the appearance of Jincheng Takeshi in his descendants.
"Fifth brother, now the eldest brother is not here, so what? Besides, now that the crown prince is vacant, the father and the emperor are very likely to choose one of our families. He will never choose the seventh brother!
Jin Sihan ignored the face of the Seventh Prince Jin Zhicheng who was still aside.
Jin Zhicheng's face was ugly, and his position as eldest brother was abolished. Only by relying on him, a one-hundred-year-old prince with no status, it is impossible to win the position of prince. Now the nine princesses directly express their attitude here, making him very angry. .
The fight for the throne in ancient times is so cruel, and the world of immortality is the same.
"Humph!"
Jin Zhicheng snorted and flicked away.
Everyone looked at each other, and none of them called Jin Zhicheng, which made Jin Zhicheng even more angry.
"Second brother, among our brothers, you are the most qualified to be a prince."
It was the sixth prince Jin Lexian who spoke.
"The sixth brother is right. Whether it's in the preface of elders and children, or the tactics and martial arts, the second brother is better than us in everything.
The three princes Jin Yutang said.
"Second brother, third brother is right."
The fourth prince Jin Mingjie said that his strength ranks second among the few people, reaching the late stage of the fit, but he is obsessed with cultivation, and in his heart he is not interested in that position.
Jin Wenbin was silent and did not speak.
In other words, Jin Zhengye wants to regain that position.
Thinking that before he abdicated, his strength was already in the middle of Mahayana, but with the consumption of his life, Jin Zhengye knew that he could not ascend to immortality in this life, so Zen was located in Jin Jianhua, and he entered the imperial tomb waiting for death.
