Tao and Heaven

Chapter 67: Zhao Feng's Death

Lu Chan didn't like Zhao Feng, and could even say she hated him because she had been refining medicine for him not long ago, and not only was her place smashed, but she was also beaten up, and she dropped one place on the local list.

As for the instigator Hong Chen, she was just annoyed at most. As a descendant of the Demon Sect, she had long been accustomed to the law of the jungle. As for Zhao Feng, she was simply disgusted. His talent could be considered a genius outside, but here was a place of immortality, where genius was only the threshold.

Zhao Feng took advantage of the power of Emperor Daojun and reached a position that did not belong to him. This was a provocation to all the geniuses who wanted to become immortals.

There are three lists in the world, with one hundred people selected out of one million cultivators, and among the hundred people there are rankings of high and low.

Each of them was chosen from thousands of people, and stood out from countless peers. Zhao Feng was born into a wealthy family, so he didn't need to make any effort to be on par with them.

Especially when a sect investigated the matter of the Three Pure Ones as Taoist guardians and learned that Zhao Feng was about to obtain a Taoist weapon, they couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

But there is nothing that can be done about it, since the other party has a father who is the Emperor Daojun.

She replied coldly, "If the prince does not want to complete the sacrifice, he can come up to see me."

"There is still a long time to come, I will not bother you anymore."

Zhao Feng knew the seriousness of the matter. He was just simply eager to meet the legendary fox fairy, who was said to be an extremely beautiful woman.

He pulled the reins slightly, the white horse took the first step, and the ground suddenly shook slightly.

Many people who entered the Dragon Bridge looked in the same direction at the same time. A subtle murderous aura floated in from afar, causing a strange phenomenon to cover the sky.

Bian Jing became dark, and a red dragon appeared in the distance.

Everyone was stunned. It was undoubtedly a statue of a military practitioner, and currently there was only one person in Bian Jing who possessed the statue of a military practitioner.

Tenth on the Human List, Fifth on the Earth List, Red Dust.

He Huan, who was leaning against the window to watch the show, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt something was wrong and said, "Brother Hongchen, will he take the opportunity to rob the Imperial Household Department?"

"That's not the direction of Taifusi."

Murong Suyue on the side shook her head. She had many transactions with Daqian due to weapon refining and often went in and out of Taifusi.

"Then what is he doing?"

He Huan's face froze. He remembered which direction that was and felt a chill rushing to his forehead.

On the top of Qianfeng Tower, Yang Shanyu's expression changed drastically. He turned around and said to the inside of the house, "Miss, that is the Bingdao Dharma Image, that Hongchen."

"I know it's him."

Lu Chan said in a somewhat angry tone: "There is probably no one in the world as arrogant as him. He caused trouble and fought during the most important ceremony of Emperor Daojun's enthronement. I don't know who he is fighting with this time. These military strategists are very stubborn."

"No miss," Yang Shanyu said with cold sweat on her forehead, "That's the direction where Gu Wen is."

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Lu Chan was silent for a moment in the room. She asked, "What does he want to do? Is he going to provoke Emperor Daojun?"

In the distance, a white lotus suddenly appeared. It was the image of Feng Baizhou, the chief eunuch of Daqian.

Everything is self-evident. Everyone was like seeing a ghost. They didn't expect that even though so many True Lords tacitly agreed and kept silent, someone would jump out and pull the tiger's beard.

Even Zhe Jianshan, the leader of military strategists, doesn’t practice spearmanship.

Yang Shanyu asked, "Miss, can he defeat that great man who is known as a celestial being?"

"30-70. Feng Baizhou was ranked ninth on the list that year."

The Thousand Phoenix Protector looked into the distance. She and the other party were from the same era, but suddenly a thousand years had passed.

However, Lu Chan had a different opinion. She said, "I think it will be fifty-fifty. Besides the fact that this generation is different, have you ever seen a person with the Dharma image only ranked fifth on the Earth List? Hong Chen is a lunatic, but his talent is unquestionable."

Otherwise, what would be the point of being defeated by him?
"Feng Baizhou also possesses the Dharma image."

"There are also different levels of Dharma-phases, and the military Dharma-phase is the best in attacking."

Lu Chan opened a window, the sunlight shone on her delicate facial features, and a scene that froze her expression appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The red dragon pierced the white lotus, and the battle between the Dharma images ended so easily. The Dharma image of the military path won the victory in an almost crushing manner.

The entire Dragon Bridge fell silent.

Zhao Feng clearly felt something was wrong, but his cultivation was not enough to see that far.

"Your Highness, do you want to retreat to the palace first?"

"withdraw?"

Zhao Feng's eyes were slightly cold, and he scolded: "Who dares to be so presumptuous under the feet of the Holy Lord in Bianjing City? Moreover, there are tens of thousands of imperial guards here, so am I afraid of bandits?"

He is not a fool. He must not retreat unless it is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, it will further let many immortals see the weakness of Daqian. If he dares to escape on the road to succession to the crown prince today, then Daqian will lose another county tomorrow.

On the contrary, as long as he inherits the throne and takes control of the Gu family's military, everything will be solved.

Zhao Feng had no love for the people, nor the talent to govern the country, but the game of power seemed to be innate.

Most emperors throughout history have been like this, nothing more than tyrants and traitors to the people!
"Keep moving forward, let the Imperial Guards lead the way." Heavily armored sword and shield soldiers gathered from both sides at the front of the guard of honor. Preparations had been made for the enthronement of Daqian this time, and in order to prevent anyone from causing trouble, every Imperial Guard was fully armed and equipped with the most sophisticated equipment.

As for the cultivators, the descendants of the Gu family will be escorted by the chief eunuch, and there will be five Zhao family priests around them. Feng Baizhou alone can shock many people. He can be said to be the best under the True Lord.

Suddenly, a group of imperial guards, without any weapons or armor, appeared on the Dragon Bridge. They ran onto the Dragon Bridge with fear on their faces and ran towards Zhao Feng's team.

Their fear seemed like an extension of the boundless murderous aura behind them. A dragon head slowly rose up, its red scales intertwined with the scorching sun, circling slightly and causing a killing calamity, sending a chill down the spines of those who were still thousands of meters away on the Dragon Bridge.

A figure walked onto the Dragon Bridge. He was dressed in a mixture of black and red, with long hair hanging down with blood at the ends. His ink-black eyes were filled with endless murderous light.

His eyes were fixed on Zhao Feng who was sitting on a white horse. Just one glance made the horse frightened and Zhao Feng was thrown off.

Immediately afterwards, a headless corpse was thrown high into the air, fell into the guard of honor, and hit Longqiao Avenue, splashing a pool of blood.

Court dress, white lotus ornament, headless.

Feng Baizhou, a celestial being, is a strong man at the peak of the third realm and the second in command of Bian Jing.

died?

died!

Gu Wen looked down at the Dragon Bridge. The red dragon was lying on him with its head down. His hand was gently resting on the dragon's head. Two white fangs slowly opened, like a ferocious beast opening its mouth.

With a smile, he asked softly, "Long time no see, Zhao Feng."

"You are."

Zhao Feng looked at the demonic figure in the distance. His pampered face turned even paler and his teeth began to chatter as if he had seen a ghost.

"Gu Wen?"

Dragon Bridge fell into deathly silence, and many of the sects' geniuses widened their eyes; they had heard of this name.

This is the biggest news in recent years or even in the past thousand years. The family of the Three Pure Ones was massacred by the Zhao family and then replaced. The former is not a new thing. It is impossible for the various sects to get along with each other, but replacing is unheard of.

Everyone was curious about what benefits Emperor Daojun had offered that could convince the Three Pure Ones.

Gu Wen is the only son of the Gu family. He has become a prisoner of others, a dog in captivity.

The geniuses only remember these, and I believe they will forget them soon.

The person standing in front of them now was the poor fellow in the idle gossip some time ago, but he had transformed into a tiger coming down the mountain, a dragon crossing the river. His aura alone was enough to overwhelm all of them.

He Huan, Murong Suyue, Qianfenglou and others were the most shocked. They had all come into contact with Gu Wen and Hong Chen and had never thought that they were the same person.

A humble businessman and a lawless madman, it's impossible to imagine them together.

"It's me, I'm here to take your life today."

Bang!
A fierce sound of breaking through the air filled the streets of Longqiao. The red dragon rushed into the guard of honor. The front row of soldiers with swords and shields fell down in an instant. A Zhao family priest tried to stop him, but was crushed by Zhaolie's spear and his body exploded, leaving no intact body.

Invincible within a square inch, invincible within six feet!
These soldiers could not stop Gu Wen, but if they stood in his way they would be killed without leaving any chance of survival. If they tried to escape, the murderous aura would automatically avoid them.

This is what Zhao Zhizheng is like.

Zhao Feng no longer had the dignity of a son of a royal family. He rolled and crawled backwards in a very miserable state, so frightened that he even forgot to use his cultivation. Two Zhao family priests carried him up and fled towards the palace at a rapid pace.

But how could Gu Wen let them have their wish? He exhaled his breath and it turned into a sword, spanning a thousand steps and slashing people's souls.

As the two offering monks fell to the ground, Zhao Feng fell to the ground and knocked out a tooth. In the distance, Gu Wen was getting closer and closer, and countless geniuses around him stretched their necks.

Finally, Gu Wen stood in front of Zhao Feng. Looking at Zhao Feng, who was lying on the ground with his pants wet, he asked for help from the people around him: "Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor! I am the crown prince of Daqian, you...you can't kill me!"

"Zhao Feng, stand up."

Gu Wen's eyes were cold. He knew that the other party was not a genius, nor was he a god.

He was just a spoiled prince who had never suffered any hardship since he was a child. But such a person, a waste, a complete waste, suppressed him for five years!

They trampled on his dignity, insulted his personality, and danced around like a clown, thinking they were in control of others. However, he could only get a slight chance to breathe despite his best efforts.

why?

In the distance, a powerful aura was rising, and a figure was flying towards this side.

He Huan came back to his senses and shouted, "Brother Hongchen, let's go! That is the incarnation of Emperor Daojun!"

Gu Wen turned a deaf ear to it. He quietly watched the somewhat illusory figure flying towards him, ten thousand meters, a thousand meters, a hundred meters, a hundred steps.
Because his father was Emperor Daojun, everyone was afraid of him and did not dare to kill him.

Bang!
The hundred-jin heavy spear fell down, and Zhao Feng was crushed from head to torso, turning into a pool of rotten meat.

The incarnation of Emperor Daojun stopped where he was, and all the people watching at Longqiao were completely stunned.

Gu Wen's calm voice spread across Dragon Bridge.

"The murderer is Gu Wen."

(End of this chapter)