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read2();　　Time keeps going forward and passing, from early morning to sunset, whether it is Shenjingcheng or Gwangju Metropolitan City, or even the entire 36 states of Daxia, they are all caught up in a kind of eagerness. In restlessness.

　　 Strong winds, heavy rains, and nightfall, the hearts of countless people in the Metropolitan City are beating uncomfortably with the crackling rainstorm.

　　 The kendo Qinglian above the rain curtain sky is becoming more and more conspicuous. Although the young emperor who should be playing the battle post has not arrived, but the king has no joking, so everyone knows that the moment will come after all, and it is not far away.

Most of the fear and anxiety in people's hearts come from the unknown, and waiting for a long time will undoubtedly deepen this anxiety sharply. Therefore, this ancient city shrouded in full downpour is terribly quiet and under such an atmosphere. , Everyone is careful not to make too much noise, becoming cautious.

　　 In the center of the Metropolitan City, on the top floor of the Crescent Restaurant, the sound of a torrential rain came in from the outside clearly, resounding in everyone's ears.

The Crescent Tower has a high number of floors, far exceeding the surrounding buildings, and its top floor is a large pavilion with a desk in the pavilion, and within the top pavilion, there is no obstruction in all directions. Excellent, and you can clearly see the Wanjian Mountain under the green lotus in the west.

A drop of rain fell rapidly from above the nine heavens, and first passed through the tumbling green lotus vitality below the clouds, and then the whole drop of rain brought a ray of green energy with Taoist rhyme, and continued to face the quiet and terrifying Metropolitan City below. It fell straight down and became the most inconspicuous drop among countless heavy rains.

After more than a hundred breaths, this drop of blue light rain hit directly on the side rail of the pavilion on the top floor of the Crescent Tower without any fancy, making a crisp crackling sound, and suddenly falling apart, part of which was directed into the pavilion. The splash happened to fall on the fair and tender face of a young girl.

Chu Yanyan's gaze stared straight at the sword-like Wanjian Mountain in the west. The splash of rain fell from his face, as if flowing out of his eyes. The tears, looking from the side, even carried a trace of pitiful beauty.

　　 The girl's hands were tightly gripping the robe covering her body. Because of tension, her fingertips turned white with too much force but she didn't know it. Then she was tapped on her shoulder, and a gentle voice sounded in her ears:

　　 "Yes, you haven't dripped any water today, so drink a cup of tea slowly."

The girl turned her head and saw her father’s gentle and elegant face. The latter was holding a cup of steaming tea in her hand and gently handed it out. Then Chu Yanyan reached out and took it, barely revealing one. With a smile, he said softly:

　　 "Father, my daughter feels nervous."

　　 "This is the sacred battle between your majesty and Murong He. Why are you a young girl nervous?"

After the girl's voice fell, Chu Zhengyang hadn't spoken yet. Instead, the vigorous voice of Dari Wuzong Lu Yao, who was not far from the two, sounded first, but when he said this, he was obviously lacking in confidence, and then Old Man Lu swallowed. Swallowing, continue to speak:

"Don't tell me, at the beginning, your Majesty used the Void Realm cultivation base to fight with the dying early autumn in the Metropolitan City. Old man, I rushed here from home in the sky. That is the real tension. Fortunately, the old man When he arrived here, his Majesty had already succeeded in killing the saint, and he let out a sigh of relief.

　　 "Compared with that time, the situation is undoubtedly much more optimistic, saying that little girl, we have so many great masters here, they are not nervous, you don't have to be nervous, we have everything."

As soon as Lu Yao said this, the great masters sitting in the pavilions on the top floor of the Crescent Tower took up the tea cups that had not been moved for a long time, and then raised their hands to pour a sip of cold tea into their mouths. Nodded pretentiously, and smiled, but looking at the countless tumbling blue aura in the sky, the solemn color in his eyes did not decrease.

The monks in the Realm of Birth and Death of the Great Master have already touched a certain avenue rule in the sky, so they are extremely sensitive to the changes in the surrounding world and below, but in the spiritual consciousness of these great masters, except for the slow expansion of infinity In addition to the blue qi, the kendo green lotus above Wanjian Mountain is like an epiphany that will bloom immediately.

　　 Under the entire blue qi, there are sharp sword qi like needles!

　　 Then today Wuzong Lu Yao, who had not drunk a sip of wine, got up and slowly walked around the pavilion. He stretched out his hand to catch a drop of rain falling from the sky, stretched out his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it lightly. Then a loud voice came out:

　　 "Nine hundred and ninety-seven miles, two miles away from the real semi-sacred summit, the kingdom of the saint is still two miles away, won't your majesty make a move?"

　　 "Your Majesty's will is already very clear."

Next to Lu Yao, Chu Zhengyang, wearing a purple robe, also stretched out his right hand, feeling the rhyme in the raindrops in the void, and continued to speak:

"Holy Lord, this is waiting. Waiting for Muronghe to truly reach the so-called peak of kendo. How confident and powerful this is. With the speed of Muronghe's realm ascension at this time, it only takes half a half to reach the limit of nine hundred and ninety-nine miles. Quarter of an hour."

After Chu Zhengyang finished his words, all the Great Master Stages in the pavilion stood up, and began to continuously mobilize and condense the momentum of the whole body. At the same time, Chu Zhengyang waved directly into the void in front of him and released three huge purple cranes. , Flying in the sky in the rain, the surrounding area is clearly visible.

　　 "It moved, the Grand Master in the Crescent Tower has started to move, and the news is coming soon, Your Majesty is about to come, this battle will break out immediately!"

The monks who followed the Crescent Restaurant immediately reacted, and then the news began to spread rapidly throughout the city. At the same time, within the Sitian Tower of the Shenjing City, a large number of officials held their breaths and stared at the top of the tower. The cyan-gold beam of light rising from the upper part of Gwangju Metropolitan City, and this beam of light, is only a few cents away from the completely golden beam at the top.

　　 In the center of the main hall of Sitian Tower, besides the girl in a wheelchair, Xia Xia, there is also a chair, sitting on a pregnant girl in palace clothes, her face is peaceful, but she has a power.

　　 looked up and quietly behind the rouge on the top of the tower, standing with an old and a young, Sima Annan dressed in white, and Li Chunfeng who had not been here for a long time. At the same time, Li Chunfeng’s side was lying on a huge bronze coffin.

　　 One man becomes an army, Da Xia Wuwu!

　　 Half a quarter of an hour later, the extremely slow ascending blue-gold beam of light above the mountain and sea picture scroll reached its zenith under the eyes of everyone.

　　 At this moment, everyone's breathing seemed to be stagnant, and the flow of time around was even completely still.

　　 Perhaps only a breath has passed, or perhaps an extremely long time has passed. On the other end of the mountain and sea map, which belongs to the area of ​​Shenjing City, a dazzling silver beam of light burst outward, making the integrated Sitian Tower instantly sink into a dazzling light.

　　 All the officials shuddered subconsciously, and then this silver beam of light flashed from the Shenjing city, and after two breaths, it appeared directly in the Shanhaitu wide area city area.

　　 "Your Majesty, he has left Shenjing City!"

　　 Inside the Sitian Pagoda, a secretary let out an exclamation, Rouge, located in the center of the hall, directly and subconsciously grabbed the hem of the palace dress.