In the depths of the imperial palace of the Manchu Dynasty, two figures approached, one was majestic and domineering, and the other was plain as water, the forbidden land was floating, the red luck was filled, the violent turbulence was shocking. Novel ㄟ

Ning Chen looked at the crimson luck floating around him. His eyes flashed a different color. The luck of each dynasty was different. Compared with the Changsheng Hall, the luck of the dynasty was much more domineering and less gloomy.

The barbarians were belligerent. From the junior to the minister, to the common people, the characters were relatively strong. It was not surprising that this situation prevailed in luck.

In the center of the reddish luck, the blood-red euphorbia suspended in the void, domineering and fierce, and the momentum was shocking, making people feel breathless.

Ning Chenning pointed out that a trace of ice and snow appeared, and the flying insects in the snow came to life as if there were still life.

At the next moment, the snow and ice broke apart, and the flying insects among them flew towards the ups and downs of the euphorbia. However, the sudden change, the violent luck swallowed the flying insects instantly, and in an instant, the tide of insects that had been difficult to eliminate was crushed Exhausted.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and finally found it.

If this is not possible, he will go to Northern Mongolia to try. Although Daxia gathers more than half of the luck of the Divine Land, it has ruled the country with Confucianism for thousands of years, and the luck is peaceful. It is far from the hegemony of the barbarian nature.

"Senior Barbarian, can there be a request from the juniors?" Ning Chen turned around and respectfully said.

"What request?" The barbarian warned.

Ning Chen said earnestly, "Centuries of luck in your dynasty."

The look of the barbarian immediately sank, without even thinking, directly refused, "Impossible"

The strength of the luck in the middle of the palace is related to the rise and fall of the dynasty and the remoteness of the wild dynasty. The natural disasters are already many. If you lose luck for another hundred years, the situation will be even worse.

"Senior, you can talk about any condition," Ning Chen said anxiously.

"Nothing is possible"

The Barbarian King refused in one fell swoop. This is not a question of whether or not to talk about it. At any cost, it is impossible to make up for the consequences of losing a hundred years of luck.

"senior"

Ning Chen wanted to say it again, but was interrupted directly by the barbarian king, and said in a deep voice, "No need to say, there is no room for discussion on this matter. Mo Yao wants to let this king lose your patience with you in the end"

Hearing this, Ning Chen sighed in his heart, and didn't go on.

The attitude of the barbarian king is more determined than he thought. It seems that other methods must be tried to persuade the barbarian king.

"Look and see, let's go"

The barbarian turned coldly and walked away.

Ning Chen didn't want to be upset with the barbarian king at this time, and could only leave with him.

In the Princess Beyond, Red Candle is dressing up for Aman. The princess left the palace for four years. Red Candle also waited for four years in the Beyond.

"Princess, how is he doing to you?" Red Candle asked softly.

The face in the mirror, the same delicate, blooming in the woman's most beautiful years, if not cherished, it will fade and fade.

"Okay" Aman nodded and replied.

"Is the princess bracelet he gave you?" Red Candle asked.

She knew everything about the princess's body. This jade bracelet was not there when the princess left.

"It wasn't from him, it was from the Empress Dowager of Daxia," Aman said honestly.

The red candle will frown, and the Empress Dowager will be the Queen of the Great Sun. Everyone knows that the Da Xia Zhiming Hou was brought out by the former Great Sun Queen. Edicts are easy to use.

At this moment, outside the other courtyard, a little **** walked in quickly, and outside the room, I would like to show you, "Princess, the prince asked to see"

"Let him come in" Aman said.

"Princess, the slave-servant will retreat first" The red candle salutes in time, leaving the space for the two.

Ning Chen came to see Aman who changed back to the costume of Princess Manchao in the room, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and the dress of Manchao woman was a lot different from that of Da Xia. Style.

"Don't it look good?" Aman looked at himself in the mirror and then looked at the person in front of him, strangely.

"It looks good, Aman wears everything beautifully," Ning Chen chuckled lightly.

Ah Manyan smiled, he liked it.

On the dressing table, an ancient bronze mirror exudes a faint light, which is the bronze realm that was brought out from the tomb of the ancient sage.

Ning Chen is obviously the unrecognized one. After studying for a long time, he didn't sort out why.

Bronze mirrors have been women's dressing things since ancient times, and they were given to Aman.

"Are you tired?" Ning Chen asked.

"Not tired" Aman shook his head.

"Then go out for a walk?" Ning Chen smiled.

"Okay" Ah Man replied.

The two left the courtyard together and walked quietly in the Mang Palace. The weather is different in the summer. The scenery in the palace is also different from the summer. The blooming hibiscus flowers are swaying in the wind. The light red flowers let the The entire Mang Palace was bright.

When the passing maiden saw the two, most of them chose to avoid it quietly, but they really avoided it. After respecting the salute, they did not bother. In their view, the Wuhou and princess from Daxia are the most natural pair. Are coming together.

Most of the women in the palace are in jasper years. It is when they believe in beautiful fairy tales that the princess is a kind person and will definitely have a good home.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled with beautiful gold, and a breeze passed, and the hibiscus petals flew into the air. Under the afterglow, the dazzling golden powder bloomed, and the beauty was intoxicating.

Hua Man's Aman, a silver bell ringing on her body, like a silver bell, is crisp and sweet, and a woman who is more beautiful than flowers is the most precious pearl of the Manchu Dynasty.

"Aman, I'm leaving after sunset." Ning Chen glanced at the setting sun, and said softly.

Now that the Master of the Four Extremes wants to kill, he ca n’t stay in the Mang Palace for too long, otherwise, he will bring disaster together.

Ah Man thought for a while, then nodded, said, "Okay"

Ning Chen smiled and said, "The next time you want to get out of the palace, don't secretly run out, send a letter to Daxia Imperial City, I will come to pick you up."

"Okay" Aman nodded.

"Practice your sword well, don't be lazy"

"it is good"

"Eat more, it's too thin to look good"

"it is good"

...

"The Barbarian King is a stingy ghost"

"No"

Ah Man reacted in time and shook his head.

"Oh" Ning Chen smiled softly, no longer staying, said goodbye, "go away"

The words fell, the plain clothes scattered, and disappeared from the garden hibiscus. This gathering, although short, was already a precious and precious memory.

A Man looked at the north where the former left, and his clear eyes gradually dimmed.

The night rises, the bright moon hangs high, the wilderness of southern Xinjiang, the endless great wilderness, the colorful glow gathers, blocking the road ahead, drawing the boundaries of hell.

Ning Chen looked at the four-pole realm master who blocked the road, his eyes flashed, and it came.

"Mister Hou, I should say if you are bold or stupid. If you leave Daxia Imperial City, do you think you still have life to go back to?" Siji Realm said coldly.

"Since I dare to come out, I am sure to go back," Ning Chen replied lightly.

"furious"

The master of the four poles stomped under his feet, flipped his palms, and vigorously induced the discoloration of the world.

Ning Chen didn't love war, the figure flashed, and the water figure appeared, and the waves of water were as fast as the stream of light, and the truth was hard to tell.

The body of water slamming away, dissipating invisible, on the other side, the plain clothes converged and hurried away.

"Want to go? Infatuation"

The Master of the Four Polar Realms quickly followed, heading towards the West.

In the country of Buddhism, on the three thousand-foot-long Mijie Mountain, the bells rang, the highest mountain in Foshan, the Buddha's light overflowed. After four years of reconstruction, the formerly destroyed Buddhist shrine has gradually recovered its vitality.

In the distant sky, two brilliances came galloping. In front of the rebuilt Buddha, Ning Chen fell down and looked at the Du'e Temple outside Baizhang. Respectfully said, "Senior abbot, the junior is courteous

The Siji Realm Master followed, but at this moment, he did not immediately shoot, looking at the huge temple in front of him, frowning slightly.

"Senior abbot, juniors come as scheduled, it's your turn." Ning Chen's face flashed an imperceptible coldness, said.

"Amitabha"

In the hoarse Buddha, an old and tall figure walked out, the earth shook, like a mountain moving ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ was shocking.

"Knowing destiny, Lord of the Four Extreme Realms, here is the quiet place of my Buddhist door. If there are grudges, please move two steps away." The abbot of Du'e Temple looked calm, and the words were calm but indifferent.

"Knowing your destiny, your mind is meaningless to me"

The Master of the Four Polar Realms snorted, everyone in the land of the Divine Land knew that when the Buddha Kingdom invaded, the Commander took people to slaughter the entire Yajie Mountain and tens of thousands of Buddhas. With this hatred, how could the two join forces? .

"Realm Master, do you believe it or not?"

With a wave of Ning Chen's hand, the air of chaos covered his body, and his real energy fluctuated. He was suddenly condensed and clean, without any trace of exposure.

Siji Realm's face sank at the time and said, "You stopped me on purpose."

"My Buddha is merciful, realm master, you are too small to see the Buddha's belly in the world." During the speech, Ning Chen's sword started, and the figure flashed and fell out.

"The cunning generation, arrogantly called Buddha"

The Master of the Four Extreme Realms was angry, punching the blade with a punch, and condensing his palm with his other hand. He did not wait for the abbot of Du'e Temple.

The Buddha's face on the earth was gloomy, and his mind was once again counted by his fortune teller, but it was too late to explain, and he had to raise his hand to respond, Jin Guangyao for nine days.

With a loud bang, the Buddha stepped back a few steps, the body's blood and blood surged, facing the four-pole realm of the divine power, the voracious King Kong is not bad, almost reaching the limit of bearing.

"Senior, be careful"

Ning Chen's figure moved, and he retreated to the Abbot of Du'e Temple three feet behind him and said.

The Buddha in the world said nothing with a sullen face. Seeing that the Master of Four Pole Realms had attacked again, his hands were folded together, the golden light flourished, and the sacred magic of the Buddha reappeared.

"Buddhist Words of Sacred Power, If Come to Light the Sky"

The sacred call, the Buddha's body is as splendid as the sacred, and the entire Yajie Mountain is illuminated by the Buddha's light. On the rebuilt Buddha, a little golden light flew down, merged into the Buddha's body, and added 30% of Buddha's power.