Signing Into Immortal Martial World

　　 Cheng Jian Zhai, also known as "Royal Study Room".

　　 is where the emperor Zhou reads and collects books.

　　 "Chaoen, how did you deal with the matter of practicing Zhenzheng?"

　　 The pale-white Zhou Tianzi, with a slightly tired voice, called the old **** in a vermilion robe.

　　 "The Taoist Changyun said that it was the alchemy fryer that made such a big movement."

　　 Chicken skin crane hair, hanging old, like an old **** Chen Chaoen who can be blown down by a gust of wind, bending over, his voice not rushing.

　　 "It wasn't a major event at all. If it wasn't for the old slave to search the imperial city recently, he wouldn't make a special visit."

　　 "That Daoist has mediocre aptitude, trapped in the mortal realm for ten years, his energy and blood has declined, but he can realize the mystery of martial arts through alchemy, and he is also considered an individual talent."

　　 The emperor Zhou wrote memorials from various states and regions, and he didn't care much about such trivial matters.

　　 frowned slightly, then asked:

　　 "What can you find out about the vision that day?"

　　The old **** Chen Chaoen shook his head. He took the staff of the supervisor of the courtesy and carefully checked the palaces inside and outside the imperial city.

　　 even the deserted land of Jingren Palace and Changle Palace was not let go.

　　 still got nothing.

　　 "The man did not leave any breath, and his whereabouts were very well hidden. Either he was a master at this way, or he had a high level of realm! Even my ‘Heaven Seeing and Earth’s Listening to Dafa’ didn’t work."

　　 The old **** Chen Chaoen narrowed his eyes, and his turbid eyes flashed with a sharp light, a gloomy air of an old ghost.

　　 "You can't even find you, that person is afraid that he has already left the imperial city and disappeared without a trace."

　　 Regarding the vast vision that the sun and the moon are in the same sky, the emperor Zhou has always been sorrowful.

　　 Could this be some kind of announcement?

　　 For this, he called the Sitianjian Zhengyuanli.

　　 used five hexagrams, but there was nothing unusual.

　　 "Your Majesty, the old slave dares to speculate."

　　 Chen Chaoen bends her rickety waist down again.

　　 "In Tianjing, there are not many people who can cause such a vision and lead the emperor's dragon spirit."

　　 "Wu'anhou, who is only one line away from the innate great master, his Royal Highness with dragon spirit, and... the chief of the dragon guarding clan appointed by the great ancestor."

　　 "Besides, the old slave really can't think of anyone else who can make such a battle."

　　 The emperor Zhou closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the large red sandalwood desk.

　　 was silent for a while, then said softly:

　　 "It's not Zhao'er. He is only a talented person. He doesn't have the courage and ambition to encompass the world and vomit the sun and the moon. Moreover, he has hurt his foundation since he was a child. Where can he have such a strong foundation and manifest such visions."

　　 "Wu'anhou... he didn't fight for this seat back then. I have been sitting for so long before thinking about starting. Will it be a bit late?"

　　 "Zhao Da, the leader of the Dragon Guardian clan, has never heard from him since he fought with the Lord Zhizhu of Maha Wulianggong 50 years ago."

　　 "After that time, the commander told the Four Chief Davids of the Black Dragon Terrace that he would sit on the threshold of life and death to see if he could break through the tenth level of the mortal realm and become immortal."

　　 "Today's dazzling kung fu, the Lord Zhizhu of the Maha Boundary Palace has already run out of oil, and his apprentice Bathsbawi is overwhelming the world."

　　 "I still haven't seen the general leader go out, I'm afraid it has... failed."

　　 Facing Chen Chaoen, the emperor Zhou did not mince words.

　　 In the deep palace, the only person around him who can listen to his heartfelt words.

　　 is probably the only one who followed his own old **** when he was fighting for the position.

　　 "Innate Great Master, Tianshou has more than two hundred years of life, plus the longevity medicine, it will not be a problem to live for three hundred years!"

　　 "According to the old slaves, the leader is not necessarily a failure in the gate, but it is also possible to survive from the dead, rebel against vitality, and is at the critical moment of achieving the martial arts immortal."

　　 Chen Chaoen said deliberately.

　　The dragon guarding clan was set up when the great father founded the country.

　　 Great commander Zhao Ce, a rare innate great master in the world.

Although 　　 is listed on the weekly list, few people know his identity and first name.

　　 If there was no such long guardian commander, he would have intercepted the Lord Zhizhu and the eight tribes who lived in the Immea Palace of Maha.

　　 The Great Zhou Dynasty may not be able to have the current stable state.

　　 "It shouldn't be Wu'anhou. He wants to fight for this chair. There is no need to wait until now."

　　 The emperor Zhou thought for a moment, and rejected the doubt in his heart.

　　 "The emperor father liked him very much at the time, and he even said praises like'this son Xiao Zhen'. However, it didn't take long for him to leave Tianjing, abandon the prince's wealth and power, and venture into the world."

　　 Chen Chaoen didn't say much, he just analyzed and speculated.

　　 If it weren't for these three people, who else could break into the imperial city without knowing it, and arouse the emperor's dragon spirit?

　　 "If Da Zhou is still here, why would Da Zhou be so passive."

　　 The emperor Zhou rubbed his brows and frowned, and sighed:

　　 "A tantric monk forced me to hand over the Yongxue Pass! I am really ashamed of the emperor!"

　　 Chen Chaoen's eyelids drooped, and he whispered: "You can't share your worries for your majesty, the old slave deserves to die."

　　He is in charge of the Superintendent of Li, and at the same time shoulders the responsibility of guarding the emperor and guarding the imperial city.

　　 Speaking of the martial art realm, this old **** who has the secret code of royal exercises and the supply of pill treasures is already a master of the pinnacle of **** transformation.

　　 It's a pity that the eunuchs are inherently disabled and lack a bit of extreme sun.

　　 It is extremely difficult to become the innate master.

"Someday you go to Heilongtai again and ask the commander of the four guards to see if you can detect where the chief is sitting? Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, the Tai Chi Pure Yang coffin that was borrowed to break the realm will also Time to get it back."

　　 The two eyebrows of the emperor Zhou are twisted into the word "chuan", his tone is low.

　　In the royal treasure house, there is a treasure named'Tai Chi Pure Yang Coffin'.

　　 can gather the pure yang energy between the heaven and the earth, cleanse the marrow and cut the bones, and replenish vitality.

　　 was only taken by the dragon guard leader to sit in the life and death barrier, and has not yet returned to the royal family.

　　 "With that treasure, Zhao'er can immediately build the foundation and cultivate the "Sacred Book of the Sky" obtained by the great ancestor, and Chao'en you, the chance of breaking through the innate has also increased a lot."

　　 The emperor Zhou asked himself to sit on the ninth five-year position, never slacking off, working hard.

　　 But there is the Yuan and Meng dynasty, and the various kingdoms of China.

　　 There are family members, Jianghu sects.

　　 makes him full of ambitions, but he is bound by his hands and feet, making it difficult to display.

　　 has eleven children and nine princes.

　　 Now, three are dead.

　　 The prince is unwilling to live up to, without the courage and ability to open up territory.

　　 Xiaojiu is too similar to Wu'anhou and likes to deal with Jianghu sects.

　　 Forget completely, those three teachings and nine streams, the grassy dragons and snakes.

　　 are a group of insurgents and thieves who have no righteousness in their homeland and will only use force to ban them.

　　 The only optimistic fifth prince, Zhao Cheng, died at Yongxueguan, and died in the hands of the prairie barbarians.

　　 The other sons, not to mention.

　　 There is no talent for ruling the world, and he is like a king.

　　 "Yuaner is pretty good, but unfortunately he is too young."

　　After thinking about it, Zhou Tianzi picked the eleventh prince Zhao Yuan, but then he shook his head and said:

　　 "You can only choose the prince. Alas, if I had been cruel and choked to death in the baby, maybe my sons would not die early..."

　　 Chen Chaoen said nothing, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He always remembers that he is a slave.

　　 About the prince of the dynasty, one should not talk too much.

　　 "Your Majesty has a forgiving heart, so how can you start with your own flesh and blood. In these years, on the anniversary of Concubine Ning's death, your Majesty would go to Jingren Palace to sit for a while, which shows that his heart is nostalgic."

　　 Chen Chaoen brought a cup of hot tea to Zhou Tianzi, who was frowning.

　　 This old eunuch, who is like a candle in the wind, has dry skin like a dead old tree.

　　 But his hands are as white as jade, without any wrinkles.

　　 "I didn't believe in Yuan Li's orders. I have a national spirit protection body, an emperor's dragon spirit body protection, and ordinary martial arts masters can't harm me. How can I be defeated by my own son."

　　 The emperor Zhou lifted the lid of the cup and let out a breath.

　　 "But the facts are in front of you. To tell you, Chaoen, since Chenger left."

　　 "These days, I often have nightmares."

　　 "On the Hanging Arch Hall, I dreamed that a black dragon opened its blood basin and swallowed me in one bite! What a horrible life!"

　　 Chen Chaoen's light eyebrows throbbed, and his heart was shocked.

　　He is a master of martial arts.

　　 Naturally, he wouldn't fail to hear the chilly killing intent in your Majesty's tone.

　　 "Your Majesty, are you planning?"

　　 He couldn't help lowering his voice.

　　 "Three months later, on the way to Tongzhou with Xiao Jiu, you let him die from a sudden illness."

　　 Zhou Tianzi took a sip of hot tea, and said lightly:

　　 "Fifteen years, I let him live for fifteen years."

　　 "Today, for the sake of the great Zhou dynasty, I can no longer think of the kinship of the flesh and blood."

　　 Chen Chaoen, who is in charge of the Superintendent of Rites, sighed slightly and nodded:

　　 "The old slave must do this."