Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 327 The world is unpredictable, misfortune and fortune are unpredictable, but there is always someone who can shoulder it!
The sudden change made all the giants present stunned.

Zhao Wu Wang Yong
Didn't he hand over his own backhand to Wu Mujun?
The complexions of the three great sages of a hundred families changed slightly.

They abolished such a high price, for the purpose of Wu Mu's ascension to the throne, so that Zhou Tianzi issued an imperial edict to admit that he inherited the Zhao family's orthodoxy, and then hundreds of families preached Zhao Tu and built this place into the second Jixia !

Now, could there be other variables happening?

If Mr. Wu Mu could not get the gift of divine blood from the source of his blood, with his strength
Perhaps today's Zhao may be the same as Jin in the past.

Once again, a courtier who is as powerful as the monarch, come again. "The Change of the Night"!
It's Ji Qiu.

He stared at the direction where Zhao Wu Wangyong's source of fire shuttled away, and frowned:
"This king of the Zhao family, doesn't think so"

He neither left the last things to his direct descendants, nor his subordinates who were most loyal to him.

Then, it is impossible to turn it into an invisible inheritance as recorded in the novel, and give it to an irrelevant person as an opportunity at a certain time period.

That's simply not realistic.

And throwing away this unrealistic idea
In this royal city, apart from Lord Mu, who else is qualified to inherit the relics of a king of divine blood?
Thinking of this, Ji Qiu was suddenly taken aback, as if he had grasped some key point, and vaguely guessed:

"Could it be."

He seemed to have a vague guess, but at the moment when the battle was over, before he could think about it carefully, someone became more impatient than him.

Almost after discovering it was impossible to catch that firewood.

Wu Mujun couldn't hold back any longer, directly tore the space apart, followed the remaining aura, and rushed straight to the king city without saying a word.

Judging by his appearance, the purpose is almost obvious.

Only the rest of the people were thinking about each other in place.

As for Ji Qiu.

He squinted his eyes, gestured slightly to the other three great sages, and hid the Yongzhou cauldron in his storage bag, preparing to sacrifice it for a period of time to increase his cultivation.

Immediately afterwards, just like Wu Mujun, the road between travels was gone.

If it is really as I guessed.
I'm afraid there will be another storm.

Ji Qiu thought to himself.

The two are in front of one another, and their destination is the royal city.

And the rest of the giants, except that Zhao Wuling was seriously offering sacrifices to King Yong of Zhao Wu, preparing to restrain his armor and send him to his funeral.

The remaining Grand Sima Yuxiang, including Dong Jun and the other three saints, seemed to have suddenly sensed something.

Therefore, they did not stay for long, but within a few breaths, they all disappeared without a trace.

The war festival is over.

But the wind and rain in Zhao's royal city has not stopped.

That celestial change caused the boundless rain of blood to fall on the huge royal city. Even if it fell on the people, it was no different from the rain in the past, and it could be regarded as a world with extraordinary power and mystical existence.

Born to cry blood, but also in Zhao, plus the horns and ancient bells that were played in the palace before, combined with the situation of the king in the past year.
There is already a family of sacred blood, who guessed the ending in disbelief.

Countless nobles and dignitaries straightened their clothes and rushed to the palace, only to see the solemn and majestic gate closed tightly and held by countless soldiers in the army.

At the forefront, there is even Wu Anjun, a new veteran general in the army who is only one step away from being comparable to the ancient man of divine blood.

He is a warrior that Zhao Wuling single-handedly promoted from among ordinary people.

Sitting here alone.

At the same time, he silently explained to the dignitaries who flocked here that today's royal city is indeed about to change.

The aristocrats in the court and the gentry in Shangqing confirmed their conjectures.

As for the folk.

At this time, the alley in the north of the city.

Zhao Nishang was in the quiet courtyard, looking at the old elm tree with shaking leaves and rustling under the rain of blood, with white palms stroking his chest, he felt a sense of sadness for no reason.

Her heart suddenly throbbed at this moment, her internal organs were a little weak, and she almost staggered and fell on the stone bench behind her without a support column.

Even though he was leaning on the stone table on one side, he still didn't catch his breath for a long while.

Her change immediately aroused the anxiety of a young man in black clothes in the courtyard.

The Qin Zheng at this time is completely different from a year ago. Now he is radiant and his face is sharp and angular. Even if there is a sudden rain of blood, it still does not hinder his motivation to practice.

The young man who was practicing his sword in the rain in front of the eaves, practicing Ji Qiu's school called Zixiao Sword Classic, suddenly saw Zhao Nishang standing under the elm tree, his complexion suddenly turned pale, and he was on the verge of falling.

Qin Zheng was startled, put away the sword in his hand and walked quickly:

"Mother, you are."

The young man was a little nervous, and he slammed his palm on the stone table, trying to support Zhao Nishang's body, but she stopped him by slightly raising his arm:

"It's nothing."

Taking a heavy breath, Zhao Nishang's tone was weak and low.

Her long and narrow phoenix eyes looked at the blood rain in the sky complicatedly.

As a person who was once of the most noble family, combined with the series of visions that happened today, she probably also knows why she is like this.

Slightly closing his eyes, Zhao Nishang smiled wryly when he thought of the tall, unsmiling, powerful figure who devoted himself to wars all day long:
"Even if it's you, can't you escape facing extinction?"

Her melancholy words fell slowly.

The wooden door of this quiet small courtyard opened automatically without wind, with a 'wow'.

The two people in the courtyard raised their eyes at the same time, and looked out the door.

But I saw a flower that was even more coquettish and miraculous in the blood rain. It was slowly burning and indelible. It didn't know when it came out of nothingness and floated outside the door out of emptiness.

and
At the moment when the wooden door opened, there was a 'swish' from outside the door, and then rushed in, so fast that people didn't even realize it.

A series of abnormal movements shocked Zhao Nishang and Qin Zheng.

And Qin Zheng's body tensed up even more. The inertia he had honed for a year caused his spiritual power to rise, and in an instant he flew out with the sword, bursting out with the fierce sword moves in the Zixiao Sword Manual, wanting to completely Cut off that strange flame.

So in an instant, a purple sword light was seen slashing down, and there was a fierce thunder on it, even if it was a rain of blood, it was blown by the lightning and evaporated, which is enough to see the strength of this sword!
But who would have expected that just when the sword energy was on the verge of reaching the flame, with a burst of fluctuations emerging, the momentarily tyrannical sword energy suddenly melted like winter snow, completely disappearing without even a single sign. invisible.

This time, Qin Zheng was shocked on the spot.

You must know that Mr. Ji once told him that he is now a Daoist who is capable of suppressing and killing all opponents under Shangqing. Although he can't be called a top existence, he can be regarded as a rare powerhouse in an ordinary big city.

Even if he is a soldier of the blood of the gods, he can rely on force to fight against the commanders and the like, but at this moment, he can't extinguish a mere flame?
Taking two steps back again and again, Qin Zheng showed apprehension.

And that ray of inextinguishable firewood was slashed with Qin Zheng's sword, as if some switch had been triggered, it flickered for a while, and then "swish", it was absolutely difficult to react with a kind of dao foundation speed
It was reflected between Qin Zheng's eyebrows!

The rain of blood in the sky, at this moment, the rain is slowly fading.

'Dang bang! '

As for the young man whose eyebrows were pierced by a ray of flame and left a mark, he hissed coldly on the spot, and the long sword in his hand fell.

In the dark, he seemed to hear a sigh:
"The blood descendants who have inherited my gift."

"You, will bear the last hope of my life, on behalf of Gu."

"Kill, god!"

It was nothing more than a thunderous roar, and then, there was a mysterious brand on Qin Zheng's eyebrows, which slowly condensed.

As for Zhao Nishang, who was beside him, after seeing Qin Zhengsheng's change, his complexion became paler and he clenched his fists tightly, wanting to come up to check the situation.

But when she saw the bronzing brand that suddenly appeared between her son's brows, her phoenix eyes couldn't help shrinking, her movements were a little slow, and she couldn't believe it:

"This is this!"

Her fists trembled, as if recalling something extraordinary.

That hot golden brand represents the king's inheritance.

Zhao Nishang once saw Zhao Wu Wang Yong's eyebrows!
How could this be stored by that flame and appear on Ah Zheng's forehead?

Zhao Nishang, who just felt dizzy, hadn't recovered yet.

Suddenly, a domineering aura that seems to be able to overwhelm everything and make it difficult for ordinary people to breathe suddenly descends!
In a quiet courtyard, a descendant of the king's blood with a golden sword stepped across the threshold.

With just one glance, Wu Mu Jun, who came in a hurry, saw the bronzing brand on Qin Zheng's forehead, and his eyes widened immediately, with anger in his eyes:
"Mortal bastard!"

"Do you dare to covet the fetish in my pocket?!"

The series of movements today made Wu Mujun feel a deep anger in his heart.

Especially King Yong of Zhao Wu, his father who had been in awe all his life, his words before he died were like knives, slashing his chest one by one, calling this arrogant king blood son, Feel what pain is.

Now, across the northern desert, into the royal city!

He saw that Zhao Wu Wangyong did not choose him for the inheritance condensed by his life's painstaking efforts, but chose the proton of Xiqin who he had only met once and never cared about, and only regarded him as an ant and a laughingstock.
In Wu Mujun's heart, there was boundless rage:
"Yeah!"

On the golden sword, a bright sword glow reappeared.

Although he can't compete with Zhao Wu Wang Yongna and other figures who strike across the sky and the earth, and cross the domain, but as an ancient person, Zhao Wumu's strength is still beyond doubt.

At least apart from those who are the best in the world, he is the best in this world!
"Old man, you can't live in peace even if you die!"

"Pressed me and reprimanded me in life, and dismissed me after death, and gave this inheritance to the hands of outsiders. Could it be that you want to wipe out the thousand-year-old Zhao family's foundation?!"

"Since you don't give it to me, I will take it myself!"

The indifferent and cold words were mixed with murderous intent.

Even though, the Xiqin proton in front of him has the same origin as him flowing in his blood.

However, his sword will not show mercy!
If he doesn't hand over the king's inheritance, it will be the end of his mediocrity today!

A series of accidents unfolded in this quiet courtyard.

When Zhao Nishang saw the young man holding the golden sword descending, his dizzy mind exploded even more.

However, when she saw this nominal elder brother, with the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes, her heart trembled for a moment, and all her tiredness was wiped out on the spot.

Not only that, Zhao Nishang raised her eyebrows at this time, her phoenix eyes were full of evil, even though her strength was not as good as before, she still took a step forward without showing timidity, confronted Zhao Wumu, and immediately reprimanded:

"Zhao Wumu!"

"I respect you and call you crown prince and prince, but don't go too far!"

"Although Ah Zheng is a proton, he is also the only direct descendant of the contemporary Western Qin Dynasty. If you hurt him today, in case the Lord of the Western Qin Dynasty thinks about this and comes here next year, now that my king is dead, what can you do to stop him?" ?”

"What's more, his blood is from the same line as yours, do you want the same clan to kill each other?!"

Combined with what Jun Wumu said after losing his composure, Zhao Nishang took a deep breath and knew that the king had passed away. Even though there was a surge of sadness in his heart, he had no choice but to bear it at this juncture.

Zhao Nishang. After all, she is the child's mother.

Even because of his birth, she had to pay too much and a heavy price.

But in the end, he still respects her.

Listening to Zhao Nishang's words, Wu Mu Jun, who stepped through the threshold, sneered slightly:
"I have already killed you in front of your door, do you still care about this?"

"Zhao Nishang, you useless son, what's the use of me killing him, what I want is what he inherited!"

"That is the foundation of the Zhao family, how can he be in charge?"

Staring at the dizzy young man in black clothes who fell to the ground, Zhao Wumu slowly held the sword, step by step, even more powerful, never giving up!
In front of him, with Zhao Nishang's current strength, he is just like a flat boat before a storm, and it will capsize at any moment!

How could she stop an ancient man of divine blood?
One zhang. Two zhangs and three zhangs
Seeing that the distance is very close, and she, the goddess of the Zhao family in name, will be shaken away by Zhao Wumu's sleeve.

But in an instant, the next moment the blood rain stopped!
And originally there was an empty courtyard except for the three of them.
As the sound of the rain disappeared, a man in white, with a sword in his hand, stepped here from nothingness.

woohoo~~
The cold wind howled.

At this time, the world is vast, and the domineering aura carried by Wu Mu Jun just now dissipated without knowing it.

Instead
It is the mighty sword intent that is as hot as fire and almost sweeps the nine heavens and ten earths!
Even the golden sword held by Zhao Wumu couldn't help trembling at this moment, as if seeing the king of the sword.

The sudden change made the dull Wu Mu Jun stop in his tracks.

He looked at the man in white who fell from the sky and stood in front of the mother and son, his face suddenly became gloomy and ugly:
"Mr. Ji"

"You have been in the king's city for more than a year, and I have never been short of etiquette. Compared with Dongqi, it is more than a hundred times stronger!"

"Therefore, how about having a drink with Your Excellency after I finish handling the family affairs today?"

"Today, please don't meddle indiscriminately. After all, it's just a mere toddler. It's not worth it, is it?"

He held down the hilt.

As for Ji Qiu, he stretched out his index finger and shook it lightly:

"No way, Wu Mu-jun."

He turned his head sideways, looked at the young man in black who showed signs of returning to his senses, and continued:

"This child, at least during the time he was in Wangcheng, has called me Mr. for more than a year."

"Although he didn't inherit my mantle, he still has a seven-point true inheritance."

"Teacher, when preaching and protecting the Tao, if you want to kill, I will come forward."

Wait until finished.

Ji Qiu looked at Wu Mu Jun who was really miserable recently, and said in a serious tone:
"So, sorry."

"You'd better go back."

(End of this chapter)