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read2();　　 When dawn broke, the squally wind in the city of Shenjing suddenly rose. If someone carefully considers the direction of this wind, you will find that it is not a common north wind, but from southeast.

　　Shenjing City is located in Youju, northwest of Daxia, and the southeast of Youju is the origin of the human race, Gwangju!

　　 Baidi Palace, Huangji Hall.

　　 Today’s early dynasty is coming to an end. In this early dynasty, the young Lord of Great Summer focused on the two sacred orders issued before the New Year.

　　 The Ministry of Household’s hoarding of cold-preventing equipment, and the Ministry of Engineering’s development of snowfield environmental equipment.

As soon as this message came out, the civil and military officials in the Palace of Emperors couldn’t help but shudder, because Zhao Yu’s will to express behind his back was already extremely clear, and Da Xia’s hands on the northern snowfields might be even earlier than the previously expected July and August. less.

Since Zhao Yu came to the throne, his style of acting steadily and striving for advancement often exceeded the expectations of hundreds of officials. Therefore, the officials in the palace, who have been familiar with them, wrote down the young emperor’s thoughts and compared them with the progress of things under his jurisdiction. Is there any hindrance, and at the same time secretly thinking about the plan that was set before, I am afraid that it will disrupt the previous mention.

Just as the cultural relics were thinking secretly, the first ray of Cheng Xi in the east just pierced the darkness, and the orange light shone on the solemn black golden gate of the Huangji Hall, and then the White Emperor Palace’s Meridian Gate Bell Tower Inside, an imperial city guard with a heroic face looked up at the light above the sky and let out a roar:

　　 "The white sunrise, the bell rises, everything is restored!"

After the roar, inside the bell tower, a team of imperial city guards pushed forward at the same time the extremely strong firing pin, and then slammed on the big Baidi bell, and suddenly a vigorous bell sounded. As the center, spread to the entire Shenjing City.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The quaint and desolate bell sounded clearly into the Huangji Hall, and then the old **** standing below Zhao Yu, his vicissitudes of life glanced down the circle, and opened his mouth with a peculiar cry:

　　 "The morning bell is ringing, all officials have something to play, ignore the juanban and retreat!"

　　 The voice of the old **** fell, and Zhao Yu, who was sitting on the throne, stared at the palace of the emperor below with dark eyes.

In Zhao Yu’s sight, the civil and military officials were raising their hands and gently patting their sleeves. After finishing their clothes, they were ready to kneel and retire. But at this moment, everything around the young emperor seemed to disappear. The murderous intent enveloped the whole body.

This murderous intent fell straight down from the nine heavens, with nothingness and nothing, but in the induction of Zhao Yu, a sword fell above the entire Emperor Hall, carrying infinite blue energy, stirring the whole area. The sky of the storm.

Under Baiguan’s extremely surprised gaze, Zhao Yu stood up directly above the throne, and the boundless emperor's might swept in all directions in an instant, and at the same time, the entire palace of the emperor seemed to press on a whole Kunlun giant. The mountain, even the air stopped flowing.

　　 "So courageous!"

With a sound of Emperor Huanghuang, the hundreds of officials in the hall were directly suppressed. At the same time, in Zhao Yu's body, stimulated by the murderous intent of the sky, the warlike blood that belonged to the Zhao clan burst out instantly. The veins of the young emperor that had been transformed by the law of the saints then exploded fiercely outwards, and the vastness of power that was already rich to the extreme was lifted up a level.

　　 The entire Huangji Temple was being swept by a storm mercilessly, and then the hundred officials kneeling on the ground simultaneously shouted:

　　 "Please calm down your anger!"

The uniform voice of the cultural relics had not fallen yet, the gate of Huangji Hall was directly pushed open by one person, and then a secretary wearing a Sitianjian robe sprinted forward, then kneeled in front of Zhao Yu and opened his mouth. Let out a roar:

"Your Majesty, the Gwangju Metropolitan City is in an emergency situation. The lord of the Wanjian Pavilion, Murong and the incarnation of Qinglian, covered three hundred li, and made a war against his Majesty at the Burial Sword Lake. Seven days later, victory will be holy, and defeat will be the soul It's all gone, and the whole city can be heard clearly."

　　 As soon as these words came out, the entire Huangji Hall was in an uproar, and then burst into anger.

On the high platform, the dark golden emperor robe is flying, and under the crown of the sky, the unparalleled Zhao Yu, his complexion unchanged, takes a step forward, the entire White Emperor Palace seems to be stunned severely, the soaring phoenix of nine days in the Palace of Emperor Ji As well as the eyes of the four-winged blackbird, they lit up at the same time.

　　 "So this is your choice, and it's also my opportunity!"

After 　　 finished speaking, Zhao Yujiang put away all the momentum on his body, gently waved his emperor robe and his sleeves forward, turned and walked away, only the sound that was still steady and normal was lingering in the entire emperor's great hall:

"Retire to the court and tell Yuan Bai that the plan to install the stone statue tower remains unchanged. From now on, the guards and the Youwing Army and the Benlei Army will block the entire Wanjian Mountain, and they are not allowed to enter or leave. , I will retreat on the Phoenix Terrace for seven days. During this time, political affairs will be handled by the cabinet."

　　 Hundred officials heard the words, the color of horror on their faces was thicker than before, and they kowtowed forward without hesitation, and the voices of shouting all resounded throughout the palace:

　　 "Your Majesty is the Lord of Great Xia, please think twice!"

　　 "The Zhao clan of ours is a world that came to war on horseback. It has always been a glory forged with blood. Once I retreat, it is the entire Daxia that retreats. How can I go to expand the territory and create the foundation of the world!"

　　 Between the incomparably steady emperor's voice, Zhao Yu's not burly figure gradually disappeared from the sight of the civil and military officials.

At the same time, in the entire Gwangju Metropolitan City, the early morning sleepiness has been completely shattered by Murong and the war stickers. All the people know that within half a day, the entire Metropolitan City will become a super storm in the Daxia Dynasty. center of.

On the top of Wanjian Mountain, Muronghe’s voice resounded through the sky, and the girl in white by the lake, with her eyes wide open, was unable to recover from her horror for a long time. After a long time, Jiansheng slowly knelt down and faced the lake. The huge green lotus in the void, with its buds waiting to be released, with infinite green qi, slammed its head heavily, and then exhausted its full power to speak out:

　　 "Master, I beg you, please think twice!"

　　 On the Sword Burial Lake, the girl’s voice rang, but no response was received. There was only endless cyan sword energy, and the engulfed edge raged in the air. Then Jiansheng once again bowed to Qinglian and continued to speak:

　　 "Master, I beg you to take back the war posts you made before."

　　 After that, Muronghe still couldn't get a response. The girl pressed her lips tightly, her hands protruding to the ground firmly grasped, and slowly bowed for the third time, the same words continued to resound across the lake.

　　 The girl's pleading voice lingered in the sky, and she knelt down, unwilling to get up.

　　 I don’t know how long it took for the green lotus above the sky to react, and it bloomed slightly outwards, and Muronghe’s voice fell downward:

　　 "Sir, this is a war sticker for the teacher to bring the whole kendo luck. It can't be collected."