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Chapter 179 Wutian God, meet old friend again! (seeking subscription support)

"wrong!"

On the execution platform of Gufeng, Jiang Xuanluo looked ferocious, countless blood vessels were protruding due to intense emotional congestion, facial muscles were distorted, sweat dripped uncontrollably, fell on the execution platform, and splashed into water mist.

The majestic son of the Hou's mansion trembled all over his body, and the fear, pain, anxiety, and panic that appeared in his eyes were definitely not pretending.

"Anxi has a problem!"

Jiang Shirong's eyes froze, and when he saw Jiang Xuanluo go from calm to crazy, he realized something in an instant.

He even suddenly remembered the group of little ghosts that he scattered in front of the entrance of the stone building prison ten days ago.

I thought that the ghost came here only to eavesdrop on the news, but I didn't expect that the ghost actually tampered with the peace that Jiang Xuanluo said before leaving the stone building.

However, Jiang Shirong has no time to think about why Jiang Xuanluo, who is a master of the Divine Transformation Realm, can't even detect a little ghost who has not yet reached the Divine Object Realm.

What he is worried about now is whether Jiang Xuanluo can survive Ling Chi's torture safely, and can still maintain a clear mind and a normal mind.

Once he couldn't bear the various shocks brought by Ling Chi, fell into madness, and split his mind, even if Jiang Shirong was really promoted to a high-ranking immortal one day, it would be difficult for Jiang Shirong to recover.

Even if he is barely resurrected, he can become a madman with extreme temperament.

Jiang Shirong's son would rather die than go crazy!
So

Who is playing tricks in the dark?
Jiang Shirong's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was sharp, piercing, piercing, and shot straight at Jiang Li.

"Marquis Wu's righteousness!"

Jiang Li faced Marquis Wu's sharp gaze, clasped his fists with both hands, and praised loudly: "The sage said that the prince broke the law, just like the common people. Do not evade the ministers, reward the good and do not spare the people, Wuhou understands the righteousness and leads by example, he should be a model for our court!"

The sound is sonorous, sonorous and powerful, and can be heard far away.

"Marquis Zhenjun is right, officials and dignitaries should lead by example!"

"Punishment does not evade ministers, rewards goodness does not spare people, this is a quatrain through the ages!"

"Marquis Wu's righteousness, it's a pity..."

Many soldiers heard Jiang Li's voice of "praise", and the voices of applause were endless.

The voices were accompanied by reverence, admiration, and sympathetic gazes, more like sharp knives spinning on Marquis Wu's body.

"Nie Zi, it really is you!"

The light in Jiang Shirong's eyes condensed instantly, and a boundless chill rose up, reflected in Jiang's centrifuge, frozen for thousands of miles in an instant, as if the whole world was frozen by Marquis Wu's chill.

There is a feeling of falling into the abyss and being in the extreme arctic ice sheet.

Alone and helpless, yet terrified.

But Jiang Li's eyes were piercing, his demeanor was still calm and calm, neither humble nor overbearing, neither happy nor angry.

There was no slight fluctuation because of Jiang Xuanluo's suffering and Wuhou's anger and distress.

Jiang Xuanluo deserved what he deserved, and everything was due to the normal operation of the court system.

This is how the world should be.

Let the good people not be disappointed, and let the bad people be punished.

Everything works by the rules.

Jiang Shirong, as an important minister of the country and a university of science, deserves to enjoy power, wealth, and fame.

But you want to gain fame and protect your son?

Think beautiful!

"Shi Rong, you lost a son today, but you also regained a son. Zhen Junhou's praise for you today is fair and objective, which shows his character and character, and he is not a rebellious son!"

Jiang Li's voice naturally couldn't escape Jing Huang's ears.

On the top of the lonely peak, the Lord of Great Zhou nodded with satisfaction: "Both your father and son are the pillars of my Great Zhou, there is no irresolvable enmity, the reason for the current situation is only because of the jealous wife He Loushi.

"He has a vicious mind and a stubborn jealousy. He has lost his wife's virtue, and his death is worthless. It is insignificant. The past is over. Your father and son should also get back together. Jiang Li was granted the title of Marquis and has no mansion. Just build one opposite the Marquis Wu's Mansion in Zhen, one clan and two kingdoms, it will definitely be a good story in our Great Zhou Dynasty in the future!"

"Marquis Wu, Marquis of the Army, the pillar of the country!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the voices of soldiers from all directions were noisy and chaotic at first, and then merged, and hundreds of thousands of voices converged into one body.

Jiang Li's expression was calm, and Marquis Wu's eyes were as deep as an abyss.

But Jiang Xuanluo, who was tied to the execution platform, was completely shattered by the last line of spiritual defense by the sound of the mountain roar and tsunami.

Until now, he still doesn't understand why the Anxi powder given by his father has no effect!
Could it be that my father was really ashamed and disappointed by what he had done?
Yes.

No one envies the title of Marquis and Prime Minister.

What's more, it's his own son who killed the enemy and conquered Mang, opened up the territory and expanded the territory, and made great achievements.

This is a great achievement that will be sung for all ages.

But isn't the father the one with the most important bloodline?

Jiang Li was only the son of a woman from the ex-Qin bequeath, how could he have the blood of his eldest son to respect glory, and his name is justified.

Jiang Xuanluo clenched the iron walnut in his mouth, feeling dead in his heart.

His spirit was suppressed by his father, as long as he survived this catastrophe, he might be resurrected again.

But what if he was resurrected?
Emperor Jing had already convicted his mother, He Loushi.

Even if he is reborn, he can only live with a different appearance.

As long as Da Zhou and Jiang Li exist for one day, he will not have any chance to be his son of Marquis Wu again.

Live in the shadows all your life like bedbugs.

hate

I hate it!
Jiang Xuanluo wanted to laugh miserably, but he couldn't make a sound, his body was trembling, and the air flow was inhaled from the nasal cavity and chest.

The hotness and coolness on the chest are strangely blended together.

He subconsciously looked down, and when he saw the terrifying scene on his chest, his pupils constricted instantly.

Bang bang bang, the liver and gallbladder split, the juice flowed out from the unobstructed abdomen, and the spirit was also stabbed and torn apart, scattered into countless strands, extinguishing the silence.

Jiang Xuanluo's head drooped weakly, and his tense body also loosened.

He was frightened to death.

"Report to the Holy Majesty, Jiang Xuanluo's gallbladder was broken and his soul was scattered, and he only suffered 110 seven knives!"

The executioner noticed that Jiang Xuanluo's vitality had dissipated, so he had no choice but to stop, losing his unique push and pressure, the blood that was pushed in one place gushed out all at once, dripping all the way down the execution platform.

"Jiang Xuanluo was scared to death?"

"Hmph, it's ridiculous. He used to have a great reputation on the border of the Western Regions. He was both wise and brave, and he was not afraid of life and death. Now it seems that he is just a joke!"

"As the son of the Hou family, surrounded by masters like clouds, I will be even more famous if he is!"

"It's a pity that Marquis Wu I, who is so famous, has such an heir!"

The sergeants from all directions were in an uproar, apparently not satisfied with the situation.

Killing more than [-] comrades, even if it lasts ten days and ten nights, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in the hearts of the soldiers.

It's just that the sinner is dead, even if he is unwilling, it will be in vain.

"The West Route Army defeated the main culprit, and the rest of the accomplices will be executed!"

Eunuch Shang Bao shouted, and many prisoners wearing shackles and chains were pushed out on the stone platform in the middle of the isolated peak.

Some of them are the commanders of the [-] West Wing Army's guards. As fourth-rank generals, they all have the right to report to Emperor Jing.

Knowing that Jiang Xuanluo violated the military order and deployment without authorization, and neither stopped nor played, the crime is also unforgivable.

In addition, there are some generals in the West Wing Army and Liangzhou General Battalion who have important military positions, among them is General Guide Ao Yanzhong.

They were pushed and escorted in front of the execution platform, and the sergeants with ghost-head knives swarmed up, spraying spirits on the blade, holding the knives in both hands and falling, and their heads rolled to the ground like watermelons.

"My sons and daughters, God bless my great Zhou. The army on the West Route was defeated, and the defeat of the Northern Expedition was a foregone conclusion. However, there was a town army waiting to turn the tide and restore the northwest. The Marquis of Wu Zhen rushed thousands of miles to kill the enemy chiefs and destroy the morale of the enemy. The Luo coalition army has set off in the starry night, launching a general attack on the Second Royal Court of Beimang, Manghan's overthrow is just around the corner!"

King Jing was full of vigor and high spirits, shouting loudly on the top of Gufeng Mountain, he pointed to the north, his eyes were full of ambition, full of ambition, and high-spirited.

The big hand was slowly clenched, as if grasping the luck of the entire wilderness in one hand.

"The way of heaven has a definite number. Prosperity must be reversed. Kyushu is difficult to unify. It is a definite number in the past and present. Dazhou sits on the rich and peaceful land of Kyushu but is not satisfied. He vainly tries to get involved in the six border states and the four overseas regions? Are you not afraid of the heaven's backlash, and you will be trapped in a cocoon?"

Suddenly, a storm rose, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and the world changed drastically.

The cloud that was originally clear was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the thunder was rolling.

There was also a loud voice vibrating from the clouds.

"Where is the sneak, how dare you pretend to be a ghost in front of me!"

"Bei Mang Xiao is small, and he still doesn't show his figure!"

On the top of the lonely peak, two tyrannical figures appeared out of nowhere and leaped into the sky at the same time.

The spirit smoke rose above the head and went straight into the sky. The two punched and kicked at the same time, blasting into the depths of the sky, showing two completely different fisting spirits.

Two royal warriors.

"The Martial Saint of the Sima family? The Great Zhou Dynasty really has a profound and inestimable background, but you are still a little bit short of forcing me to show up!"

The voice above the clouds sounded unhurriedly, the clouds slowly parted, and the terrifying fluctuations of the soul and thoughts gradually spread.

A big hand that can cover dozens of miles was photographed from the sky, and collided with two martial saints of the Great Zhou royal family.

The entire sky trembled.

"puff"

But in the next moment, blood spattered, and two afterimages fell down like meteorites, smashing the ground on the top of the lonely peak and being driven into the mountain.

After a few breaths, there were two distressed figures, staggering out, and the originally majestic aura also weakened.

However, the big hand protruding from the sky did not stop, but directly grabbed Gufeng Mountain.

"God of Beimang? You are the wolf god, one of the three gods of the Wutian Sect in the Holy Land of Beimang!"

Emperor Jing suddenly shouted loudly, and thousands of phenomena appeared behind him, all gathering and condensing into a momentum.

Clenching his fist upwards, Emperor Jing jumped up, with majestic blood enveloping his whole body, a kind of supreme spiritual will that is the only one who is the only one in the world, suddenly appeared in the front of his fist.

"Emperor Jing is also a holy rank!"

Jiang Li was extremely surprised. Since the day he ascended the throne, the emperor has gained great luck. Even if he is just a mortal, he can still control the power beyond the holy rank by virtue of the power of luck.

The stronger and more prosperous a country is, the stronger its luck will be.

If one day, Emperor Jing can really unify Kyushu, regain control of Kyushu tripods, and even have a powerful power that rivals the peak immortals.

Therefore, the emperor of a country does not need to practice at all, as long as he puts all his energy on military affairs and governs the country well, his strength will naturally become stronger and stronger.

The Zhou emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, except for the founder of the country, the highest state is only the early stage of the transformation of the gods.

Emperor Jing has been on the throne for more than [-] years, and he has worked hard to govern, but he can still continuously improve the realm of martial arts, which shows his great ambition.

Emperor Jing plunged into the sky, his luck, fist spirit, and blood condensed and merged, revealing a phantom of an ancient divine bird surrounded by blazing flames.

"Flame Sparrow Feathering Skill"

Jiang Li looked at the phantom of the divine bird that appeared in the sky, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Flame Sparrow Emergence Art" is a secret method of body training created by Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty after trying to figure out the movement form and breath movement of Jiuyou Flame Sparrow.

The effect of tempering the physical body is extraordinary, not only can it refine the breath of the flame sparrow, but also exuberant vitality of the physical body, with extremely powerful self-healing and regeneration capabilities.

When Jiang Li uncovered the conspiracy in Linghe Castle before, Emperor Jing had entrusted the fourth prince Sima Ye to send two secret inheritances of the great Zhou royal family's martial arts.

One of them is "Desolate Sky Fury", which can burn qi and blood to increase the explosive power of the physical body.

The other one is what Emperor Jing appeared at this moment.

Jiang Li possessed two of the most powerful body training methods at that time, "Yijin Ximai Jing" and "Taiyan Ancient Demon Body Refining Chapter", but he didn't go deep into the cultivation of "Syan Sparrow Eclosion Art".

Seeing Emperor Jing's performance at this time, he couldn't help but secretly ponder.

"Heaven and earth unite!"

Jing Huang Huayan sparrow phantom flew into the sky, did not use the stronger power of Huang Tian Fu, but used another martial art inheritance of the Great Zhou royal family.

He clasped his hands empty and pulled them towards the center, and the space above the cloud seemed to be pulled and moved by him.

There was a muffled sound in the sky, as if the wrist had been cut off, the huge palm fell down naked and collided with the fist raised by Emperor Jing.

Without continuous support, the huge palm covering the ground has not weakened in the slightest.

"Zixiao Yunzhan!"

A move that combines luck, like martial arts, like Qi, King Jing spun around, filled with the vast sky and divine brilliance, vast and sacred, possessing infinite mighty power, but he failed to gain the slightest advantage against the palm of his hand, instead he was directly attacked by his palm. Depressing the sky, all the way back.

In the end, it was shot directly on the isolated peak, and the gravel was scattered in all directions, and half of the mountain peak was directly smashed into pieces.

But no matter how hard the palm of the hand crushed, around Jinghuang who was retreating all the way, the phantom of the Nine Nether Flame Sparrow spread its wings and screamed, the flames were lingering, and the radiance of the purple sky continued to grow vigorously.

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous, the majestic Lord Zhou, can't stop the palm of me, the little god of Beimang!"

In the sky, sneers sounded unabashedly: "What Lord of the Great Zhou, you control the land of the three states, and your luck seems to be prosperous, but it turns out to be just an illusion.

"Although you have the luck of three states, you actually only got two of them, and you haven't really recognized the master. Otherwise, even if you compete with me with the luck of one state, you will definitely not be in such a mess!"

"In the world of Kyushu, I will gradually map it, and one day I will shake the will of the tripod, and let the luck of Kyushu blend into me and use it for me!"

Emperor Jing was not angry, but instead had stronger faith and ambition in his heart.

"Little Beimang false god, dare to offend the prestige of my great Zhou emperor, deserve to die!"

The huge palm fell from the sky, and half of the isolated peak was destroyed. It seemed to be a long time, but it was only an instant.

Jiang Shirong raised his head to the sky and yelled violently, the aura of the peak martial sage rushed away, as if the real spirit of boxing soared into the sky.

The originally heavy and gloomy cloud suddenly shook, and suddenly became thinner.

Through the clouds, one can vaguely see a huge animal figure crawling on all fours, lying on the clouds.

"Great Killing Technique, Yungang Star Fighter!"

Jiang Shirong stepped on the ground and pulled his hands towards the sky violently, the physical strength actually stirred up the space.

He directly tore apart the clouds that were tens of thousands of meters high, the clouds dissipated, and a gray wolf with the size of a hundred feet appeared in everyone's sight.

This gray wolf is gray and white, with an extraordinary appearance, surrounded by nine colors of divine light, and wears various magic weapons on its neck, forehead, long ears, and four wolf legs. The fluctuations and spread of the spiritual power of the soul.

"Jiang Shirong, you have rushed thousands of miles to kill the leader of my Northern Mang royal family, do you really think that I am Mang Khan and have no one?"

The wolf looks vivid and very real, but in fact it is just a body condensed by thoughts of spirit and soul.

It looked down at Jiang Shirong, with endless anger gushing out of its eyes.

"The Northern Expedition has come to this day, and the Great Zhou seems to be victorious, but it's just an illusion. If it weren't for that incident, the real masters of the Eight Great Kings were all mobilized by Mang Khan to perform tasks. How could they be so easily defeated by you?" The father and son broke through and surrendered!"

Canglang Shenjun bared Senhan's sharp teeth, almost cannibalizing: "The Northwest has been lost, and the Second Royal Court has been penetrated. We can only put that aside and deal with you wholeheartedly. The nightmare is coming. ,Hahaha!"

Canglang Shenjun laughed loudly, trying to suppress Jinghuang Sima Yi's big hand, but was hit by Jiang Shirong's punch from the air.

The boxing spirit travels through the void, and with just one encounter, the ground-covering giant palm shatters with a bang, turning into countless divine thoughts, flying around and flying around.

But before he could escape in the future, he was completely swept and killed by the ubiquitous Marquis Wu's boxing spirit.

"Marquis Wu, my divine sense!"

The Canglang God let out a tragic and painful roar. Once Taoist practice enters the realm of ghosts and immortals, the spirit and thoughts will be divided, each of which is crystal clear like a diamond.

The birth and tempering of every thought is extremely difficult and extremely difficult.

Jiang Shirong shook his giant palm away with one punch, and directly destroyed the scattered thoughts, causing the wolf god to suffer unbearably, and the source of his soul was also depleted a lot.

"buzz"

There were a lot of thoughts wandering in the clouds, and the golden pages in Jiang Li's mind moved slightly. Taking advantage of the chaos of all kinds of forces in the field, he flew into the sky and rolled back. I don't know how many he caught.

"Beimang False God, since you have come to my Dazhou camp, don't leave!"

When Jiang Shirong grabbed it from the air, the Lord Canglang realized that he was imprisoned by an irresistible force and fell towards the ground below.

"Hiss, you have actually touched the threshold of a human immortal!"

The Lord Canglang didn't realize anything until then, and an anthropomorphic fear and panic appeared on his face.

Rays of brilliance on his body flew towards Jiang Shirong who was on the ground, all of which were all kinds of magic weapons he had accumulated since his practice, and their power was extraordinary.

Some of them came from searching through the ancient burial sites in the wilderness.

"Great killing technique, the secrets of heaven are infinitely broken!"

Jiang Shirong had no expression on his face, and the luster of purple gold appeared on the palms of his hands, and he kept punching Yunkong.

With every punch, there will be a brilliant explosion in the sky.

No matter how exquisite and extraordinary the magic weapon of Canglang Shenjun is, it is still not as powerful as Wuhou's punch.

The body condensed with spirit and soul is still falling continuously.

"Careless, careless, I didn't expect Marquis Wu to go one step further in the realm of the peak Martial Saint."

"He has actually reached such a state, this news must be reported to Mang Khan, and prepare early!"

Canglang Shenjun is very anxious, if he really falls into the hands of Marquis Wu, he will inevitably end up dead.

After hundreds of years of hard work, it will be abolished in one day.

"Don't panic, God, I'll save you!"

Just when the wolf god was hundreds of meters away from Jiang Shirong, a voice as gentle as jade suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

Ethereal without a trace.

It seems to be very close, but it seems to be very far away, and the world is forever separated.

The void fluctuated slightly, and suddenly there was a silver radiance falling. A refined young man in a white robe with a face like a crown of jade walked out of the void with bare feet.

The silver waves were finely broken, like drizzle, pouring down from his back, coating the young man with silver light, holy and mysterious.

The black hair was like satin, falling casually, and the almost cloud-like youth pulled out a silver long sword behind his back, and slashed in the air, cutting off the power pulling on the Canglang Shenjun.

The wolf god regained his freedom and quickly flew up into the sky, avoiding Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Zhenwu, while bowing to the young man in white: "The descendants pay respects to the ancestor!"

"Shenjun, I have been reincarnated three times after autopsy, and I have no cause and effect in the past life!"

The young man's gentle and jade-like voice sounded again. He withdrew his long sword and smiled at Emperor Jing and Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong with a free and unrestrained smile: "Tuoba Canghai is polite!"

(End of this chapter)