Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 329: There is no king in the Central Plains [Please subscribe, please vote for the monthly ticket, please vote for the recommendation ticket! ]

There was only a series of dull roars coming from under the ground of Chang'an City. Along with the roars, a strong vibration came from underground, as if the entire Chang'an City was being shaken by an invisible giant hand.

Fortunately, Chang'an had already been in ruins at that time. Since Zhu Wen conquered Chang'an, it had been deserted and no people lived there at all.

The old city walls are creaking, bricks and stones are collapsing, and countless abandoned houses in the city are collapsing. This ancient city that has stood for hundreds of years, the ancient capital carrying the memory of the Tang Dynasty, has finally met its end of destruction today.

The princes were terrified and fled in all directions. As their lives were in danger, they did not care about much else, but they were surrounded by Li Cunxu's army.

The gunpowder underground was ready to explode, and it was impossible to escape from Chang'an City in such a short time.

The fake Li's face turned pale, and he finally realized that he had been tricked by Li Cunxu.

He glared at Li Cunxu, his voice becoming hoarse with anger: "I never thought you could be so sinister and cunning!"

Li Cunxu didn't care. He sneered, "Same here. It was fun to watch you two fighting against each other, but I have to end this drama."

After saying that, Li Cunxu retreated violently, and with a wave of his hand, a torrent of paper money appeared, which enveloped the people of Xuanming Sect behind him, and then he disappeared from the spot.

All the people present were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"escape!"

"Run!"

Waves of wailing were heard.

The dilapidated and desolate city of Chang'an had fallen into unprecedented chaos at this time. The princes fled in all directions, but like headless flies, they struggled in vain in the trap carefully set up by Li Cunxu.

The roar from underground became louder and louder. Meng Fan stood aside with a calm expression, as if everything was under his control.

With a dim gaze, he looked at these princes and vassal kings who were once high and mighty. At this moment before their death, they were no different from other people, and were even worse than ordinary people.

But it’s no wonder that people in high positions value their lives more.

Meng Fan said to the Empress beside him: "Zhao Zhao, it seems that this game is over faster than expected."

The empress clenched Meng Fan's hand and leaned on him, while her eyes searched among the chaotic crowd, as if she was looking for a familiar figure, or as if she was worried about the situation that was about to collapse. Although Li Maozhen had changed, he was still her brother after all.

"It seems that we are going to die together today." There was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

Meng Fan shook his head, his eyes deep, and gently touched the empress's nose with his finger: "Don't worry, we won't die!"

Meng Fan was seen igniting a golden flame that soared into the sky, and then it completely solidified into glazed gold, as if protecting the empress and the Nine Heavens Holy Lady behind her.

Li Xingyun and others looked at the cracking ground and collapsed city walls around them, trying to find a glimmer of hope. Finally, they turned their eyes to the corpse ancestor Hou Qing.

"Hou Qing Corpse Ancestor, do you have any solution?"

Hou Qing spread his hands and turned his gaze to Lu Linglong and Zhang Lingyu.

Lu Linglong and Zhang Lingyu looked at each other, and then Lu Linglong said softly: "Let me do it!"

Lu Linglong's pink eyes suddenly turned deep red, reflecting a scene of a surging sea of ​​blood. Behind her appeared a female Rakshasa statue that was more than ten feet tall, carrying two swords on her back.

In his hand he held a palm-leaf fan, which was also made of blood and energy. He threw it into the air, and it turned into a cold and fishy wind, enveloping everyone.

At this time, the fake Li and Li Siyuan were also at a loss.

Fake Li said in a deep voice: "Li Siyuan, what should we do now?"

Li Siyuan's face was gloomy. He looked around at the increasingly urgent desperate situation, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "Things have come to this point. We can only fight to the death. If we work together, we may be able to find a way out." At this time, Li Maozhen suddenly rose from the collapsed city wall, muttering to himself. Soon, the snakes, insects, rats and ants that were originally in Chang'an City gathered together like a tide.

"Your Highness, and Prince Jin, come to my side!"

The fake Li and Li Siyuan looked at each other, and immediately left the princes behind them and came to Li Maozhen. Then, thousands of snakes, insects, rats and ants wrapped the three of them layer by layer, turning them into a big black ball.

"Prince Jin, Prince Qi, Your Highness, please save me!"

But how could Li Maozhen, Li Siyuan and the fake Li care about them? When disaster strikes, everyone flees for their lives. Right now, the most important thing is to save their lives. In this critical moment, who can guarantee that the gunpowder under the ground will explode completely at the next moment?

At the moment the big ball was formed, the ground suddenly shook violently, accompanied by a deafening roar. The city of Chang'an collapsed, dust flew, rubble splashed, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the sky.

The explosives underground have turned the place into a sea of ​​fire. The screams and cries for help from the princes intertwined together, forming a picture of purgatory.

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And on the other side.

Yuan Tiangang on the isolated island suddenly stood up and on a whim threw out three copper coins. The coins rolled down to the ground, creating a life-or-death situation.

"When all dragons fall, the true dragon will live."

"There is no king in the Central Plains, the latent dragon is about to emerge, the cauldron is changed and the new is established!"

Yuan Tiangang sighed: "Your Highness, if you don't move, you'll be fine, but if you move, you'll make a big splash!"

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In Chang'an City, a long time later.

Meng Fan removed the defense that he had created with the Golden Light Curse, looked at the devastation and the smoke-filled scene, and uttered the word "Xun Zi·Feng Pan!"

A strong wind swept past, blowing away the smoke.

The only things left on the scene, apart from the charred corpses all over the ground, were a protective shield formed by a blood-colored wind, and a huge black ball that was surrounded by snakes, insects, rats and ants and burned into charcoal.

The nose was filled with a burnt smell, mixed with a hint of meaty aroma. The faces of the corpses were filled with fear and strong unwillingness, and they were twisted and deformed by the burning flames.

After a moment, the blood-colored wind dissipated, revealing Li Xingyun and others.

Li Xingyun looked at the scene of corpses everywhere and coughed several times due to the smoke. He then couldn't help but mutter, "Dead, all dead!"

at this time.

The huge black ball formed by snakes, insects, rats and ants cracked open, and a hand stretched out from it. Then three people walked out of it. Unlike Li Xingyun and others who were dressed neatly, the fake Li and others were in rags.

Meng Fan looked at the way Li Maozhen and the others saved their lives and couldn't help but marvel at it: "Snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways."

The fake Li knelt on the ground, looking at the dead bodies all over the ground, his eyes became bloodshot. They were gone, all gone. All the forces that supported him were now dead here.

All of them were made for that person!

He looked up at Li Xingyun, and at the same time Li Xingyun looked at the fake Li.

Li Siyuan advised: "Your Highness, we are weak now, why don't we retreat for the time being?"

Fake Li stood up and snorted unwillingly: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)