The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Dragon veins are an extension of luck. Six hundred years ago, Dafeng established his capital here. The capital's veins were nourished by purple gas, blessed by a country's luck, and blessed by the will of the people. Over time, it transformed into what it is today. Dragon veins.

As a creation after the destiny of a country has been materialized, the power of dragon vein has many powers and the power to subvert everything.

But the power of the dragon vein should not be touched lightly. Emperors in the past dynasties could only borrow it at most, but what Emperor Joan of Arc did today was almost uprooting the great dragon vein!
"hold head high!"

It was a real dragon roaring, and the dragon-veined spirit rising into the sky bathed in sacred golden light.

"Dragon? That's a dragon!" Suddenly, there were shouts of exclamation.

The spirit of the dragon vein actually left the ground and broke away from Dafeng. This golden dragon holds a bead in its mouth. There is an eyeball hidden in the bead, which is as deep as a whirlpool.

On Si Tianjian's star-gazing tower, Jian Zheng also said with a serious face: "Emperor Jeanne, you deserve to die!"

Then he stretched out his big hand and grabbed the golden dragon.

However, the Dragon Vein Spirit held the eyeball in the dragon ball in its mouth, and a sharp black light burst out.

It was actually the outstretched palm of the general who knocked him away.

"Witch God!" Jian Zheng immediately recognized the power contained in that eyeball.

The Witch God actually sent his power out of the seal through his eyeballs. It can be seen that the seal of the Confucian Sage is about to expire. It is only a matter of time.

In Sangbo, in the rebuilt Yongzhen Shanhe Temple, the seated statue of the founding emperor kept shaking.

At the west gate of the capital, the Zhenguo Sword, which was captured by Lu Fengyao, could not help but scream.

Emperor Jeanne's behavior can be said to be an act of annihilation from her ancestors and from the world.

"Come!"

The golden dragon-veined spirit was summoned by it, twisted its body, and came in the clouds and mist.

Emperor Joan of Arc stood on the dragon's head and looked down at Wei Yuan from high in the sky. He has the destiny of a country and is protected by the power of the Witch God. At this moment, he feels more confident than ever before.

Just listen to his loud voice: "If Dafeng is not destroyed for a day, I will still be the king of a country, and I will be blessed with good luck. Wei Yuan, what are you going to fight with me for? You must know that you have the Confucian Sage's engraved knife, and I also have the national sword!" "

This is why Jian Zheng has always dared not touch Emperor Yuan Jing even if he had doubts.

The warlock system relies on the luck of the dynasty. As long as Emperor Yuan Jing is still the king of a country, Jian Zheng cannot touch him in the slightest.

"The king of a country?" Wei Yuan looked at Emperor Joan of Arc with contempt and said, "How can you still look like the king of a country now? You use the power of the whole country to satisfy your own selfishness. You have already fallen into the devil's way!"

"What I hate the most is your expression. I will stamp your face to the ground today!"

Emperor Joan of Arc made a grasping gesture with her right hand and said, "Here comes the sword!"

At the same time, the Zhenguo Sword in Lu Fengyao's hand also chimed softly.

Lu Fengyao chuckled and said, "Go and find your real master!"

Lu Fengyao threw it gently, and the Zhenguo Sword turned into a stream of light and shot out.

This stream of light streaked across the sky, across the pupils of every person who raised his head, and the eyes of countless people chased the stream of light.

Da Feng Zhenguo Sword!
During the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty took out the Zhenguo Sword from the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen and gave it to King Huai, where he killed countless enemies.

This anecdote is widely circulated.

The Zhenguo Sword is a symbol of the Daebong royal family, which is common knowledge even to ordinary people.

Therefore, there seems to be no doubt about the target chosen by Zhenguo Sword.

However, is an emperor like Emperor Jeanne really worthy of the Zhenguo Sword's allegiance?
Ever since, under Emperor Jeanne's unbelievable gaze, the Zhenguo Sword turned into a stream of light and whizzed towards it, falling into... Wei Yuan's palm!

It has never changed its trajectory. From beginning to end, it has chosen Wei Yuan.

This peerless magic weapon, which accompanied Emperor Gaozu on the battlefield, abandoned the bloodline of Gaozu and chose an outsider.

Zhenguo Sword chose Wei Yuan... Everyone who saw this scene widened their eyes.

Wei Yuan held the brass sword hilt, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face, as if all this had been expected by him.

He looked at Wei Yuan who was holding the Zhenguo Sword in his right hand and the Confucian Sage Carving Sword in his left hand. Emperor Jeanne's face became extremely ugly. He opened his eyes wide and his pupils trembled slightly. "Impossible, this is impossible! Why do you use Zhenguo Sword?!"

He felt angry that the whole world had betrayed him.

This feeling was like the sharpest weapon, piercing into his heart.

The Zhenguo Sword was left behind by Emperor Dafeng Gaozu. The magic weapon had a spirit and only recognized members of the royal family. But now, because of Emperor Jeanne's perverse behavior, she chose to stand on his opposite side.

"Why? Since you have betrayed everyone, it was not the Zhenguo Sword that chose me, but it chose Dafeng."

Wei Yuan stood tall and calmly stabbed out the Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand, aiming at the center of Emperor Yuan Jing's eyebrows.

The Confucian Sage's Carving Knife + The True Meaning of Breaking the Formation!

Wherever Wei Yuan's sword passed, in front of Emperor Jeanne, the earth, wind, water, and fire merged into four colors, and the slightly turbid barrier was broken in response!

"Roar!"

In the transparent bead in the Dragon Vein Spirit's mouth, the Witch God's eyeball shot out a black light.

The black light collided on the carving knife, and the power of earth, fire, feng shui collapsed. The foreheads of Emperor Jeanne and Wei Yuan were cracked and blood flowed.

"Ah!" Emperor Joan of Arc let out a scream. At this moment, his Yangshen suffered heavy injuries.

"Ahem!" Wei Yuan vomited blood and obviously felt uncomfortable.

But he knew very well that now was not the time to relax, and then Wei Yuan struck again with his sword.

This sword is bright and flawless, which shows that Wei Yuan's attainments in swordsmanship are not inferior to those of swordsmanship.

Compared with Lu Yuan, who was a master of martial arts, he was a true all-rounder in martial arts.

Black light flashed continuously, and the Witch God's eyeballs continuously fired black light, but it could not kill Wei Yuan's intention to break the formation.

However, in addition to the power of the Witch God, Emperor Jeanne also had the power of dragon veins!

"Roar!" The next moment, the dragon vein spirit spit out a breath of dragon vein towards Wei Yuan.

This is the purest power of dragon vein, and it is a force that Wei Yuan, who is now seriously injured, cannot resist.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan drew a page of paper from his sleeve. On the paper was recorded a very common spell, a spell common among wizards!

The core ability of Zhuji - summoning heroic souls.

Seeing this, Emperor Jeanne's eyebrows jumped sharply, and she had an ominous premonition.

"laugh!"

While the paper was burning, Wei Yuan was full of energy and shouted loudly: "Please...Confucian sage!"

In an instant, the universe is filled with pure energy!
In the blue sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed and disappeared, leaving only a piece of blue sky.

The power that descended from the sky, that existence that had not yet appeared, seemed to be unable to get a grain of sand out of its eyes.

Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes opened, full of insightful wisdom and unshakable indifference.

Behind Wei Yuan, a human figure a hundred feet tall appeared. This figure was wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, with a blurred face and a long beard.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the scorching sun in the sky seemed to be dimmed by the appearance of this figure.

This phantom has the blue sky above its head and the earth beneath its feet. There is fresh air all over its body, and the sound of a catchy reading can even be heard in the void.

The pure air accumulated in the Confucian academy for a thousand years is like the light of a firefly compared with it.

He is the Confucian sage!
The founder of the Confucian practice system, a great man who transcended rank.

It has been more than 1,200 years since the death of the Confucian saint. This is the first time that someone has been able to summon the heroic spirit of the Confucian saint.

The person who summoned him is named Wei Yuan!
Looking at the heroic soul of the Confucian saint behind Wei Yuan, Emperor Jeanne knew that he had no chance of winning now.

Now there is only one way he can take, and that is - escape! (End of chapter)