The strongest starting system

Chapter 987

That is to save the Patriarch and the Holy Master in Lin'an City.

The people on the outside involved in the attack are just to attract attention and share some pressure at the same time.

Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival. At night, Emperor Song will participate in a banquet held by the entire royal family. At that time, it may also be the time when the ancestors and the Holy Master will be executed in public.

In addition to the Song royal family, the guests at the banquet will also be representatives of other top powers in Zhongzhou. According to Song Emperor's character, he will never miss this opportunity to make a name for himself.

So that's the best time to do it.

"It seems that we can only use those things." Zhao Wushuang sighed, and with a swipe of his finger, the interface of the summoning card appeared in front of him, and at the same time, there was the experience card of the sage's sixth heaven.

Zhao Wushuang didn't see it too clearly last time. After reading the detailed description, Zhao Wushuang discovered that this experience card will not only enhance Yuanli cultivation, but also increase mental strength by two levels.

In other words, once this card is used, his spiritual strength will be raised to the second level of the Great Emperor.

Coupled with the strength enough to rival the sage Jiuchongtian, his overall strength can definitely compete with the Emperor Zhun!
"Let me see... who are some of the summoned characters."

Zhao Wushuang opened another interface, and all the candidates for the summoning card were listed. Zhao Wushuang fixed his eyes and found that the familiar faces of Guan Zhangzhao had not appeared yet, but most of them were fierce generals from Cao Ying.

Those fierce generals were all strong at the quasi-emperor level, and Zhao Wushuang's eyes were envious after seeing them.

If all these guys could be summoned, it would be more than enough to level the entire Shenwu Continent.

After preparing the items to be used in advance, Zhao Wushuang closed his eyes and rested. The blood in his body flowed along the meridians and flowed into the sea of ​​stars, forming bloody rivers one after another. Crossing vertically and horizontally, he kept his physical condition at its peak. level.

Ling Qingjue also came to the bedside, and she lay gently in Zhao Wushuang's arms.

"Promise me, don't be brave..."

Ling Qingjue whispered softly.

……

The excitement of the Shangyuan Festival reached its peak on the first day, and the enthusiasm of the people was high.

As the people of Song Dynasty, they don't care about other things.

The stronger the national power, the stronger the sense of satisfaction in their hearts, and the stronger the awe of Emperor Song.

At the same time, fifty miles away from Lin'an City, the Qinglian Holy Land's army had arrived.

Emperor Song ordered that the defenders outside the pass should not stop them, so the people of Qinglian Holy Land would be able to travel unimpeded.

After setting up camp, Nangong Wentian came to the high peak and looked at Lin'an City not far away, like a giant dragon crawling on the vast land, winding and lush, sacred and inviolable.

And what they are going to challenge today is such a huge monster.

"We've all come here, no matter what we have to fight."

Nangong Wentian turned his head and saw Zhuge Xuanji.

"Hey." Nangong Wentian sighed, "Xuanji, I'm afraid that in the entire Holy Land, only you know the extent of the strength gap between us and Da Song."

"Yes, the gap is so big that Emperor Song can only send an army and half of the royal family to worship, and they can stop our footsteps." Zhuge Xuanji said.

"Then why do we persevere? Do you really want to put all your hopes on that young man?"

Nangong Wentian turned around and asked.

Zhuge Xuanji also fell silent.

His gaze became very deep, as if he had penetrated the starry sky and reached the distant sky.

"Do you know that I hold the three hexagrams in my hand, and I am born to be able to measure the three hexagrams for divination of the future. Two days ago, I used up the last hexagram."

Zhuge Xuanji said lightly, he was born with the body of Daoxuan and possessed the ability to predict the future, but he had never been taught by outsiders before.

Nangong Wentian was one of the few people who knew.

Regarding Zhuge Xuanji's talent, he only knew a thing or two, and he didn't know the details.

"Did your hexagram be used on him?"

Nangong Wentian's eyes were more about searching.

Zhuge Xuanji nodded.

"How is the result?"

"As a result..." Zhuge Xuanji took out a pale golden disk, which was exactly his natal artifact, the Heavenly Secret Disk.

"When I was measuring this hexagram, the void collapsed, and the backlash had already come to my head, but when I thought I was about to fall, a hand appeared out of thin air and stopped all the collapsed torrent .”

Nangong Wentian thought about it and was very surprised.

Zhuge Xuanji caressed the celestial disk in his hand, and said: "Before the void collapsed, I saw the endless star universe, and Zhao Wushuang was standing in the center of the star, and there were countless races worshiping below, who came to save me, It must be him from the future."

"It wasn't until this time that I realized that I still underestimated Zhao Wushuang. He doesn't belong to the Shenwu Continent, but a wider place. Even if the Song Emperor is incomparably powerful now, he will still be his stepping stone in the end."

"Elder Nangong, have you ever seen a practitioner who entered the fourth heaven of saints at the age of 22?"

Nangong Wentian frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head.

"I remember one."

Zhuge Xuanji smiled and said: "In the ancient times, there appeared a great emperor in the human race: the Holy Spirit Emperor. After he became emperor, he tore open the void with his bare hands, and there has been no news since then. And he became a saint at the age of 22. The fastest in history, but now it seems that he is slightly inferior to Zhao Wushuang."

"..."

As the sun rises, the solemn Lin'an Jucheng also adds a lot of vitality.

A hundred miles outside the city, a group of troops wearing red armor and holding high bloody flags was heading towards Lin'an City. The pace of this army was unusually uniform. Everyone was silent and kept their heads down. With a chilling breath.

The chilling aura condensed, forming a layer of "momentum" in the sky.

Seeing this, people with low strength may be frightened and lose their minds.

This cavalry team, which numbered no more than 20, was even more terrifying than the [-] army.

At the front of the team, a giant Pixiu with a height of more than ten meters opened the way.

It is of ancient blood, the supreme existence among monsters.Any Pixiu, when it grows up, is as powerful as a saint in the eighth or ninth heaven.

As for the Pixiu royal family, their strength can reach the quasi-emperor level.

It's just that the ancient years have passed, and the Pixiu clan has almost disappeared. Legend has it that the Pixiu king followed the emperor of the human race to fight in other worlds and has not returned yet.

Legends are legends after all, and the only Pixiu known to the public in mainland China is the mount of Song Po Cangqiong, the great general of Huqi in the Song Dynasty.

It is said that this Pixiu was personally shot by Emperor Song, who took a small Pixiu from the wild forest and cultivated it as Song Potianqiong's mount.

Therefore, this Pixiu is not only a mount, but also a symbol of identity.

(End of this chapter)