surnamed Wang

Beijing, ugly time.

Just as Wang Gangquan came out of the palace gate, he yawned and walked towards the mansion.

At this moment, the exclamation of the guards sounded behind him, Wang Gangquan turned his head in doubt, but saw several guards headed by Zou Shun looking up at the sky.

Wang Gingquan looked up to the sky following their gazes, and saw that the night sky, which was originally sparsely populated by moon and stars, was being quickly covered by dark clouds. After a while, half of the sky darkened visibly to the naked eye. Wang Gingquan frowned slightly. The dark clouds seemed not quite right.

When everyone was stunned, the entire capital was shrouded in darkness, and the guards quickly lit torches. At this moment, thunder gradually sounded from the sky, from far to near.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wang Gangquan always felt that there was a faint dragon's chant mixed in it.

……

In a small monastery to the west of the capital, a female monk from the Western Regions was meditating, and beside her was a young apprentice who was about to be ordained tomorrow.

The dark clouds poured in from the sky, and the Guisheng Temple became dark instantly. The female monk seemed to have sensed it, opened her eyes and got up to the window, quietly looking at the black clouds pressing down on the city outside the window.

There was a loud bang, and the sky was illuminated by thunder. In the tumbling sea of ​​clouds, there seemed to be a person standing on top of the dragon.

In the presiding meditation room, the middle-aged monk who was over forty turned over, muttered a few unclear words and fell asleep again.

……

At this time, the most chaotic place was in the palace. The emperor had just put down the memorial and planned to go back to the palace to rest, but suddenly rolled his eyes without warning on the way, and passed out.

The eunuchs under him panicked all of a sudden, and hurriedly carried the emperor into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The imperial physician who rushed over after hearing the news looked at Emperor Shun's livid face, and for a moment didn't know where to start, so he stretched out his hand and sniffed, exhaling more than inhaling.

Several imperial doctors worked hard for a long time, giving needles and pouring medicines, but it didn't help. Instead, they tossed the person on the bed until his face turned greener.

The always kind empress next to her had an even uglier complexion than Emperor Shun, so she almost killed several imperial physicians on the spot, but finally Ye Jian came out to relieve the siege:

"Empress, please calm down. Your Majesty did not suffer from a sudden illness this time, but was killed by a demon."

"Monster?" Nie Yingxue looked puzzled.

The old man nodded, turned around, and then briefly talked about Wen Fuding.

At this moment, a voice that no one had ever heard resounded from the sky. This voice could not be clearer, it was the legendary dragon chant.

……

Not long after, a golden dragon came to the top of the palace. At the position of the dragon's head, stood a Taoist man wearing a purple and gold Taoist robe.

The golden dragon obviously didn't want to be driven, he shook his head and wanted to throw the old man off, the old man snorted coldly when he saw this, spells were transformed around the golden dragon in an instant, the golden dragon seemed to be very afraid of the spells, honestly he didn't dare to move any more.

"Yao Dao, can't wait so soon?"

Wang Pingquan's voice came before the person arrived, two white clothes appeared in front of the golden dragon, besides Wang Pingquan, the other one was naturally the female guru from the Western Regions.

Wen Fuding stroked his beard and smiled, "Boy, now that real dragons are crawling under my feet, what are you?"

The domineering words have completely lost the image of a master in the past.

……

Wang Gangquan was too lazy to show off his quick tongue, his footsteps were light in the air, and his body quickly rushed towards the opponent.

The female Dharma Queen didn't have any extra nonsense, she folded her hands together, her Dharma appearance was solemn, and she swung her palm, creating endless storms out of thin air, and even the dark clouds in the sky were blown away a lot.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wen Fuding's mouth, and he tapped the dragon's head lightly. The golden dragon let out a mournful cry, swung its tail, and collided with the storm created by the female Dharma queen.

A buzzing sound came from the collision location, and instantly spread from mid-air to the entire palace. Following the buzzing sound, Emperor Shun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, Ye Jian was shocked, and quickly stretched his head to look out the window.

The female Dharma Queen's move was unusual. Although the golden dragon was not injured, it was bounced away fiercely. The female monk's eyes were calm, and she was about to seal the seal and cast the golden lotus platform, but was stopped by an old man who stepped on a sword from below:
"You must never hurt the golden dragon again. The dragon's energy is closely connected with the Holy Majesty, and hurting the golden dragon is equivalent to hurting your majesty."

Wang Gingquan glanced at the other party, frowned and said, "Can't you let him bear it?"

"It's easy to say, how can he endure it once he has a mortal body?"

The old man's face was full of helplessness, and he said in his heart that you really wish for him to die sooner?
……

Wang Gangquan was also in trouble, he looked at the old man opposite, only to see a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Be timid, you just wait to see the poor become holy."

After finishing speaking, Wen Fuding stepped on the golden dragon again and flew straight above the sea of ​​clouds.

When several people hesitated, thunder sounded again in the clouds. The thunder was so loud that it was almost deafening. At the same time, the sound of the dragon's chant became more desolate and miserable, revealing the meaning of extreme pain.

The face of the female Dharma Queen changed slightly, "It's a catastrophe."

Inside the palace, Emperor Shun spat out a mouthful of blood again, his face was extremely ugly, Nie Yingxue was full of anxiety, but he couldn't do anything.

……

Wang Gangquan swept around with his spiritual sense and also noticed the situation in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He gritted his teeth and said:

"This old bastard obviously sees our tricks, and he is using dragon energy to fight against the thunder disaster. Stretching his head and shrinking his head is just a blow, so why not fight him.

After the ten thunder tribulations, he will be sanctified. When that time comes, not only Emperor Shun will die, but we will all be buried with him. "

Wen Fuding was so deceitful that even the Buddha would get angry. The female monk from the Western Regions nodded and rushed towards the clouds first, followed by Wang Bingquan. The old sword fairy sighed and also drove Feijian to follow.

On top of the dark clouds, there was another dark red cloud, the red halo exuded an unusual coercion, Wang Gangquan felt that his internal cultivation was unstable after only one glance.

"Jieyun..."

Wang Gangquan is also a cultivator, so he naturally knows the significance of Jieyun's appearance.

Under the cloud of calamity, Wen Fu Ding stood proudly on top of the dragon head, chanting words:
"You won't let me ascend to immortality, so I want to ascend to immortality. If you think that I have done too much evil, I will commit even greater evil. I don't believe in heaven and only believe in myself. What can you do to me?!"

Wen Fuding's words seemed to make Jieyun really angry, and a red lightning bolt with a thick arm crashed down, aiming directly at the Taoist on the dragon's head.

The old man sneered, and the giant dragon under his feet let out a mournful cry again, and a gust of pale golden gas released, covering Wen Fuding's body.

The lightning fell without hesitation, and the power of the sky cannot be profaned, even if it is the emperor's dragon spirit underneath.

Another loud bang...

After the lightning and thunder, Wen Fuding stood in place with his clothes undamaged, and even his hair was not messed up in the slightest. On the contrary, the color of the golden dragon was a little bit dim, and his spirit was a lot weaker.

Wang Gingquan gritted his teeth as he watched from below. This was not only related to the life and death of Emperor Shun, but also the fate of the entire royal family.Recalling the Jiangshan Sheji that Sheng Endi and Xian Endi painstakingly managed throughout their lives, a wave of anger ignited in his heart.

"The monster will die!"

Wang Gangquan's voice had not yet arrived, but the person had arrived first.

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