Chapter 513 Next year today is your death day

  Dragon veins are the foundation of a country's luck.

  When the dragon veins die, the fate of the country will die.

  It was supposed to be Xuanlong's fatal spot, but because of the will of the people, he blocked the demon clan from going south for thousands of years, and the demon kings of all dynasties were helpless.

  Lu Li was very concerned about overthrowing Xuanlong, and worked hard to find a way to crack the luck golden dragon. He found another way, and collected ten skulls of Emperor Xuanlong by using Long Kelong.

   Xuanlong killed more than two emperors on the front line, or even more, because the emperor was a part-time job after the generalissimo, and he could not go to the front line with minor injuries. The more generals died in battle, the more emperors died in battle.

  Lu Li pieced things together, and sometimes went off to **** heads in person. He managed to get together ten emperor beads, and vowed to Liu Wei that this treasure could break the dragon veins of Xuanlong.

  The reason is indeed the same. The emperor is also a part of the national destiny. Everyone in Xuanlong is controlled by white hair. The successive emperors of the Zhao family have a high reputation among the people, and they themselves carry a certain amount of luck.

   There is nothing wrong with Long Kelong.

   But there is one thing that Lu Li didn't say, that the Ten Emperor Wheel made with the concept of "Longkelong" has some flaws, and it is not a perfect magic weapon.

  The ten emperor beads were precipitated by the years, and the newcomers inherited the fate of the country, and they lost a lot of luck. Lu Li added 26 general beads as auxiliary, a total of 36 heads of the Zhao family, making up the number of Tiangang.

  Before the Windless City was broken, the guard Zhao Fangjin, Zhao Wuyou's father, his head became a part of the Ten Emperor Wheel.

Although Jiangzhu's surname is Zhao, he is not the emperor, because Xuanlong only has the generals of the Zhao family and does not have the national conditions of the Zhao family. As a fill-in, the power of the Ten Emperor Wheel cannot be strengthened.

   This is the flaw of Ten Emperor Wheel.

  If there is a flaw, there is a flaw. No one in the world of cultivating immortals has any flaws. This is true for monks, and so is the magic weapon. Lu Li doesn't care about it. As long as it can break the dragon vein of Xuanlong, this flaw is harmless.

  Ten emperor beads are on top, twenty-six general beads are on the bottom, a hazy phantom appears, thirty-six golden stars illuminate the sky, and are connected with the aura of the lucky golden dragon below Gushan City.

  The earth fluctuated and shattered like water. Amidst Lu Li's wild laughter, the entire Gushan City was trembling violently and crumbling.

  In the dark, there seemed to be a golden dragon silent, and the wall of the lonely mountain that had survived for thousands of years collapsed in an instant. A group of monks were terrified and fell to the ruins with pale faces.

  For a while, there were screams of grief, and the emotion called despair quickly permeated.

  Among the crowd, there were also those who wept silently, such as Zhao Wuyou, who bit his lip and looked at the thirty-six phantoms, in which he saw his father.

   Soon, she realized what the Ten Emperor Wheels were.

   is not a thing.

  Zhao Wuyou could tell that the well-informed devil Tu Yuan was no exception, his eyes narrowed, murderous intent in his eyes soared, his eyes locked on Lu Li, and he muttered something.

   "Small skills, dare to make a fool of yourself in front of this king."

  Lu Li snorted coldly, and the monstrous demonic aura spread out, interrupting Tu Yuan's spellcasting, and then raised his hand, tearing a black crack between the sky and the earth, and ordered the four demon generals to lead tens of thousands of demon soldiers to slaughter the city.

  First break Gushan, and then break Wufeng, he wants to level the nails that Xuanlong nailed to the northern border one by one.

  A group of demons crossed the border, black tide lines swept across the land, black demon clouds filled the sky, but Gushan City had no natural barriers to speak of.

Tu Yuan looked at this scene in despair, most of the defenders in the city left for help, none of the remaining monks survived, and the Luck Golden Dragon was silent, no, it should be said that it was controlled by Lu Li, and there was no possibility of asking for help from the outside world, only by herself , can stop the four demon generals, but cannot stop the demon king.

  Gushan City...

  I can't keep it anymore.

  Boom——

  The black thunder pierced through the sky, shattering the demon clouds all over the sky, the black jade unicorn roared in the sky, and the air column pierced the sky and the earth, breaking through the dark sky in an instant.

   "Iron Qilin..."

   "Your Majesty didn't leave?!"

  Tu Yuan raised his head in surprise, seeing the phantom of the ink unicorn dissipated, revealing the figures of Zhao Fangce and the two imperial guards Sanyi and Thirty-six, his heart burst into ecstasy.

  She knew that this man was unreliable as a part-time emperor, but his position as generalissimo was still good, and his vision was one-third as much as hers.

   "It's His Majesty."

   "Your Majesty is in Gushan City!"

  All the monks rose up in ecstasy, and all the soldiers rekindled their blood armor, and the morale of the army was instantly boosted.

Tu Yuan clapped his hands together in front of his chest, and the five great demon flags rose from the ground, blue, red, white, black, and Huang Chengtian were grounded, each side was thousands of feet high, painted with chaotic shadows that could not be observed, bathed in five-color brilliance , Another city wall was erected to prevent the monsters from going south.

  Unable to rely on the power of the golden dragon of luck, Tu Yuan relied on his own mana to control the magic weapon, and he was out of breath after a while, and the black hair on his temples was soaked in sweat and stuck to his cheeks.

  It's nothing to change to the usual, the main reason is that he worshiped Lu Bei a lot in the past two days, and now his body is still weak, and he has not yet recovered the means of his heyday.

  She gritted her teeth, slapped Zhao Wuyou's shoulder, and drew 30% of her mana, holding the two bottles of life in her hands and chanting, once again controlling a demon general.

   Qiu Yin.

  Magic thoughts entered his body, and he lost his sanity. The demon general Qiu Yin was reduced to Tu Yuan's string puppet. His eyes were red and his relatives refused to recognize him.

  Wherever it passed, there were stumps everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

  Tu Yuan was still dissatisfied, clasped his fists with five fingers, and blasted a big seal in the air.

   "The Great Demon Seal of the Five Emperors!"

  In the middle of the sky, the vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated disorderly, and the five elements suddenly became chaotic. The demon general and Ren were trapped in the materialized space, crushed into mud by the black fist marks, and fell into the sky screaming.

  Tu Yuan took a step forward and reached in front of Ji Ren, and moved the thin black thread with his ten fingers, cutting the soul of Ji Ren's body.

As a magic cultivator, Tu Yuan's close-combat ability is very average, just like Ji Chen who is playing with the mirror, she can't get up after being punched by Lu Bei for a long time, and against the tyrannical monster clan, holding one is her limit up.

   Then, she saw sadly that the demon general Wu Ou rushed towards her with a smirk, looking around, there was no reliable teammate.

   If you can't stand it, you have to stand it, otherwise Zhao Fangce will only be left with an empty city if he wins.

  Tu Yuan swallowed a pitch-black magic pill, stretched several red lines on his delicate face, and performed an orthodox magic technique similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa. His eyes were pitch-black and he was fighting with two monsters.

   One dragged three and resisted the three-headed monster general. The rest of Kui Ling could not help, and could only rely on the monks in the city to fight.

  Kui Ling has the strength of the Dzogchen level in the combined body stage, and his physical body is extremely powerful. Although the defenders have the powerful defense of the blood-gas armor, it is difficult to stop his punch and kick.

  Even if Zhan Lexian, Zhan Hongqu, and Zhao Wuyou were besieged, they still have the upper hand.

  If you can't beat it, you can't beat it, and even because the two women are holding back, the elder cuts his hands and feet, his skills are not as good as Kui Ling, and now he is even worse.

  By the corner, Xiao Fengxian poked his head out, and carefully broadcast the thrilling melee live. He was very self-aware, and helping was just adding to the chaos, so he didn't want to add to everyone's troubles.

  Zhao Fangce stood high in the sky, ignoring the tragic battle below, and only had Lu Li in his eyes.

  The two loyal imperial guards, Thirty-one and Thirty-six, followed closely behind His Majesty, and had no intention of helping Tu Yuan.

   "It turned out to be the child of the Zhao family, so Jun's scar hasn't healed yet?"

   Lu Li looked at Zhao Fangce with a smile, raised his arm, and pointed at the thirty-six phantoms: "Zhao's unfilial son, your ancestors are in front of you, so why don't you quickly kneel down and kowtow."

   "Driven by the monster clan, trapped Xuanlong in danger, the Zhao family has no such ancestors."

  Zhao Fangce talked about filial piety and composure, and was not moved by Lu Li's demagogic words. The iron unicorn and black ink stained half the sky, with a long sword shining with golden light in his hand, and stepped towards Lu Li to kill.

   Demon Slaying Sword!

This thing is the divine sword handed down from generation to generation by the Zhao family in Xuanlong. During the catastrophe, almost all the monks of the Zhao family had a handle.

  Zhao Fangce is no exception, holding a sword to slash the edge, specializing in subduing the tyrannical flesh of the monster race, with average lethality against humans, but explosive damage against monsters.

   "You took the initiative to come to the door, and it saved me from looking around."

  Lu Li took out Fang Tian's painted halberd with a wave of his hand, held the demon-slaying sword with tyrannical force, and stretched out his claws with the other hand, heading straight for Zhao Fangce's face.

  The Wheel of Ten Emperors has flaws. If Zhao Fangce is killed, its power will be greatly increased.

  The two divine soldiers collided, and the world lost its voice in an instant.

   Immediately, like billowing ripples and huge waves, centered on the Demon Slaying Sword and Fang Tian's Halberd, it swept across and swept away all directions.

  Over the entire Gushan City, the two colors of gold and black are clearly separated, and they are at a stalemate with each other.

   Terrible energy fluctuations oppressed the surrounding area, blasted countless huge cracks, caused landslides and ground cracks, and the vibration continued.

The unlucky Tu Yuan is both father and mother, with five great demon flags blocking tens of thousands of demon soldiers, and two world bottles manipulating Qiu Yin to slaughter monsters everywhere, fighting Ji Ren and Wu Ou in close combat with the body of a law cultivator, receiving a salary, and doing everything. After doing all the work of the three murderers, he was as tired as a dead dog.

   Just this, but also to bear the aftermath of Lu Li and Zhao Fang's tactics, so as not to hurt the people behind.

   Clang! !

  The sharp edge flashed, and the thunder flashed.

Lu Li looked at Zhao Fangce in surprise, and said in amazement: "I haven't seen you for a few years. You are good at martial arts, and you have even cultivated to such a state. Let me guess, you are full of hostility, and your soul is ill. How many lifespans are there to live, fifty years... or thirty years?"

   "Hahaha, I don't even need to guess, next year today will be the day of your death."

  Zhao Fangce's expression remained unchanged. Fifty years is the best, thirty years is the best, if the body dies, he will die. As long as the martial spirit is not destroyed, the Yaozu will never want to cross the northern front.

  His heart moved, and the vitality of the world surged up all over his body, and the golden light came out through his body, intertwined with raging flames.

  A tall golden phantom manifested his body, holding a golden long sword in his hand, his facial contours were illusory but his aura was very similar to Zhao Fangce's.

  Suddenly, two figures appeared again, three empty and one real, and four monster-slaying swords, standing horizontally in the sky, each with the majesty of a king looking down on the world.

  The Zhao family's immortal martial soul is passed down from generation to generation.

  Three martial souls entered his body, and the demon-slaying sword was shining golden, Zhao Fangce's momentum rose steadily, reaching a height that Lu Li felt deeply threatened.

   "Next year today, you and Gu..."

   "Same bogey!"

  (end of this chapter)