The Path Toward Heaven

The array in the Royal Palace suddenly felt a sense, countless lines shining down the starlight, like a virtual palace, pressed against Xin Haichen.

Xin Haichen was the most important big man in the court military. Of course, he knew the power of this formation. With a snorting noise, the soft armor hidden in his clothes suddenly grew into a huge puppet, blocking the virtual palace.

I only heard countless intensive sounds, and the puppet collapsed in an instant, but bought some time for Xin Haichen.

He saw the sword out of his arm, and he saw Jing Yao cut into two pieces.

Standing in the side hall, Hu Guifei looked at the picture over there. His face was pale, and he couldn't care so much to show his tail, but was stopped by one hand.

I just heard a soft sound.

Xin Haichen's long-established knife finally fell, but instead of falling on Jing Yao's body, it fell on a white coat.

The white dress was cut by this knife into a shallow mouth.

Jing Jiu didn't know when he came to the field.

He stretched his hand to choke Xin Haichen's throat and lifted it into the air.

Xin Haichen made a dejected and angry howl, his breath was masterpiece, and his hands were like a fan, and he had to smash the other person's head-he has worked hard in the snow country and northern Xinjiang for many years. How can you allow yourself to be lifted up like a chicken!

Jing Jiu did not dodge, and let the other hand fall.

Just listening to the loud noise, echoed in the hall.

Xin Haichen's hand fell on Jing Jiu's face, leaving no trace.

There was a spark between Jing Jiu's right hand and the man's neck.

A click.

Xin Haichen's hands fell down weakly.

Immediately afterwards, his head fell, jumped twice on the ground, and then rolled out far away.

Jing Jiu withdrew his right hand, caught the falling hair rope in the air, put the black hair back behind him, walked between the group of officials, and came outside the hall.

The first morning light appeared in the east, falling on his face, very clear.

Countless repressed exclamations sounded.

The ministers had guessed his identity, and many people had bowed down on their knees, or called the masters, or the real people of Jingyang.

There are still many people who are still, standing still and looking at him with vigilant or frightened eyes.

Bai Zhenren's voice floated from Yingtianmen more than ten miles away.

"According to the rules of the May Fair, Qingshan Sect should not intervene in the royal affairs, even if you are a real person in Jingyang, not to mention you may just be a sword demon."

The ministers are right, if Jing Jiu is even the head of Qingshan or even the real person of Jingyang, how can he interfere with the inheritance of the throne?

Of course, according to the laws and regulations of the world, the Zhongzhou faction has no reason to interfere, but the practice circles and the Chaotian Continent will ultimately implement the rules of the May Fair.

Jing Jiu ignored Bai Zhenren and these ministers and said directly: "Read the edict."

When the words fell, Lu Guogong stepped out of the minister and looked much older than usual.

Seeing him, the ministers were a little surprised, and felt that in reason, he was the most trusted courtier of His Majesty the Emperor, and it was natural for him to take the edict.

Lu Guogong took out his edict and began to read, and a slightly hoarse voice echoed in the quiet palace.

The content of the first half of the edict is normal.

As expected by the world, His Majesty the Emperor God is located in Prince Jingyao, and Lu Guogong and Cen Zai are equal ministers.

Gu Qing was entrusted with a heavy responsibility in the suicide, and finally became a real emperor, which is also expected.

But when the edict was read to the end, people knew that the most important thing was here.

Jingyang live the country!

What is even more shocking is that in the edict of His Majesty the God Emperor, it is not the real people of Jingyang, but ... the uncle Jingyang!

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Countless shocked eyes fell on Jing Jiu.

If he is a real person in Jingyang, is he actually the uncle of His Majesty the King?

Jingyang and the royal family have such a close relationship?Why has Chaotian mainland been unknown for hundreds of years?

Yes, everyone knows that it is a King.

Scenery scenery, scenery scenery, shadow scene, Jinghuang scenery, Jingyang scenery.

However ... there are so many people surnamed Jing in the world, why is it that Jing word?

The palace was quiet, no one spoke.

People looked at the white man in front of the temple in shock. Only then did they clearly understand why His Majesty the Emperor God had been so close to Qingshan Sect in these years.Some ministers even thought about it for a long time. At the May Fair 600 years ago, Qingshan Sect completely abandoned its influence in the Chaoge City to gain the support of the Zhongzhou faction. Was it also related to this?

The real person of Jingyang was originally an elder of the royal family. How can the Zhongzhou faction fundamentally control the court?

Jing Yao was standing not far from the throne, listening to the father ’s edict, and after a while he woke up to God. He subconsciously glanced at the Piandian and saw that his mother nodded, suddenly more sober, facing Jing Jiu. Congratulations: "Grandchildren see the uncle ancestor!"

Jing Jiu didn't look back and said, "Sit where you belong."

The position that belongs to His Majesty the God Emperor is naturally the throne.

Jing Yao took a deep breath, leaned on the sword in his waist, and walked toward the throne. His face was no longer pale, and his expression was more determined.

After many years, the ministers and generals who supported the Zhongzhou faction and Jingxin in the court were still in the minority. Even if the voice of Lu Guogong's reading the decree seemed to be still lingering on the beam, many people still stood up and prepared to stop all .

There are even two generals and several bodyguards who are prepared to imitate Xin Haichen's command and envoy. Even if they risk the repression of the imperial city, Jing Yao will be killed here.

Prime Minister Cen and the officials who were ready to execute the emperor's edict were so angry that they had to prepare to shoot.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the hall, looking at the Yingtianmen in the distance, without movement.

Choked.

Jing Yao's right hand on the hilt was flicked away, and the sword came out!

A cold sword light illuminates the dim palace!

Accompanied by a slight but terrifying cutting sound, the sword light traversed the temple at an unimaginable speed, and could not be seen by the naked eye, only one arc after another!

Wipe away, those generals and guards stayed in place, then traces like spider webs appeared on their bodies, and finally turned into blood clots on the ground!

That cold sword light suddenly disappeared.

Only heard another choking sound.

The sword had returned to the sheath of Jing Yao's waist.

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It was only an instant that those disgruntled generals and guards turned into pieces of meat on the ground.

Looking at the blood that was gradually immersed, some ministers stepped back in fear, some ministers were thoughtful, and more people looked directly at Jing Jiu.

Everyone knows that the sword came from the scabbard of Prince Jingyao's waist, but the real swordsman is him!

What kind of sword is that so terrifying, killing invisible, and actually killing indifferently, as if indifferently like an inhuman thing.

And even if the sword ranks even higher, what kind of state does the sword writer need in order to kill so many powerful players instantly?

The entire spiritual circle and even the upper society of the continent know that Jing Jiu is the youngest sea-breaking powerhouse in the history of spiritual practice. The question is whether there is such a powerful sea-breaking initial state?

Even if you are really a real person of Jingyang ... When Jingyang real person broke the sea, it is impossible to be so powerful!

"This is Nanchu's first son sword?" Bai Zhenren's voice floated from Yingtianmen more than ten miles away.

Jing Jiu corrected: "This is my first son sword."

Countless years ago, Dao Yuanzheng used Qingshan Sword Array to cut down the Dao tree of the southward trend, grabbed the first son sword, and gave him his favorite apprentice Jingyang.

Since then, Chu Zi has been in Jingyang's hands.

More than six hundred years ago, he used this sword when he and Taiping, Liu Ci, Yuan Qi whale, corpse dog, and demon chicken were killing Sifang in Qingshan.

He and Taiping used this sword when they destroyed the Xuanyin ancestral altar.

Until more than three hundred years ago, the former emperor falsely died and went into Guocheng Temple as a monk. The emperor reluctantly succeeded. He gave the first son sword to him as a gift in order to appease his nephew.

Three hundred years later, the emperor lent the first son sword to Zhao Layue, killed Luo Huainan, and was buried under a tree by Liu Shisui, which indirectly led to the death of the West King Sun and the destruction of Yuntai.

Afterwards, the first child sword was handed over to the Xihai Sword School during the winter, which led to the destruction of the Xihai Sword School.

Finally, the sword returned to Qingshan and back to Jing Jiu's hands.

In the past few years, the emperor Li Jingyao became the prince. He took the sword of the first son as a gift and sent it to the palace again.

Chu Zijian's experience is extremely bizarre. I don't know how many hands he has transferred for thousands of years, and the people and denominations who have owned him have no good ending in the end. It looks rather ominous.

Jing Jiu doesn't think so, because those bad luck are his enemies, and just like he said to Bai Zhenren.

This was originally his sword.

Even the sword he used the longest.

So today in the battle of the throne of Chaoge City, his first sword was the first son sword.

See the blood before you get the sword.

See also happy.

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Jing Yao came to the throne, and no one could stop him from sitting down.

He did not sit down, but looked at Jing Jiu at the entrance of the hall.

Jing Jiu walked two steps outside the hall and sat down on the steps. His right hand rested on his knees. His posture was very casual, like fishing on the water.

A few days ago, he sat here and chatted with the nephew of the emperor, and he used this posture.

Jing Yao looked at the scene, his eyes were slightly wet, he sucked his nose, and sat on the throne.

It was so simple to sit, his breath suddenly became different from before, not more sacred and more majestic, but more calm and firmer.

Headed by Lu Guogong, many ministers and generals knelt on the ground, long live the mountain.

Other ministers stood silently in the same place, without movement or speaking.

Long live the voice of Shan Hu spread outside the temple, and alarmed those early-rising birds. Their wings broke through the morning breeze.

The square in front of the main hall was extremely wide, and after the opening of the Imperial City, there was a sense of boundlessness. The sight could not see the edge, as if it were dozens of miles wide.

There was no one on such an expansive square, only a green curtain little car was laid there alone.

The morning clouds outside the imperial city gradually thickened, and the morning glow gradually showed. More than ten cloud boats became more and more clear, with a sacred beauty.

The bitter boat of Yi Mao Zhai is a little further away.

Chaoge City is quiet.

In the sky outside the city, I do not know how many sectarians and strong men are coming.

Jing Jiu sat on the stone steps, watching all this quietly.

Then, the real person arrived.

This time, he did not get up to meet.