I have nothing but luck

Ji Huang gave him face very much, and before Xie Rongjiao really drew his sword, a figure in a black robe and a black suit slowly turned out from under the pillar.

It seemed that Ji Huang attached great importance to this day. The twelve crowns hung high on the crown, and the sunlight passed through, blocking his face to be obscured, with a majesty of moodiness.

It is completely different from the peaceful and humble young man in Kitakari.

But when he spoke, his voice was still gentle and polite: "Why don't you invite your son to come to Zichen Hall with me?"

Xie Rongjiao glanced at him coldly, put his sword back into its sheath: "Lead the way."

The imperial palace formation was completely different from the last time he came to Haojing.

The last time the imperial palace was full of vain dragon prestige, it seemed that there was a good-looking empty shelf, and the scene was barely supported with the help of the dragon veins of Haojing.

This time, the grand formation in the imperial palace was not only so dense that the aura of the dragon was quite different from the last time, but also for people with keen inspiration like Xie Rongjiao, it was almost a wave of waves, and it was even more unclear. An aura that is absolutely inferior to Longwei is mixed in it.

The two breaths are unexpectedly coordinated, and the power of the formation is of course doubled.

It is by no means inferior to the Haoran Sword that Jiang Jing travels all over the city.

Xie Rongjiao didn't think he could break through the formation either.

As Zhou Yu said, Ji Huang is a person who cherishes his life very much.

So I will never do things that I am not sure of, but will push myself into the fire pit on the contrary.

Ji Huang didn't care about Xie Rongjiao's commanding tone, and smiled politely: "My son please."

The servant who was kneeling on the side was so frightened that he quickly got up on the ground with his hands and feet, and walked in front to lead the way.

"Why?"

Xie Rongjiao didn't think there were any polite conversations with Ji Huang.

In fact, if it weren't for the big array of the palace to stop Zhenjiangshan from staying in the sheath safely, I'm afraid he couldn't bear to give him a face-to-face.

Ji Huang didn't answer.

He slowly walked up to the main hall of the Zichen Hall, Dan Chi, step by step, as if enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by layers of steps, and the steps covered with dragons, embroidered phoenixes, and woven golden kiwi cranes, arched high above, an incomparable feeling.

In other words, it is better and more appropriate to enjoy the pleasure of stepping up to the peak of power step by step and gradually grasping the power of life and death in the palm of your hand.

He walked to the very end of Danchi, in front of the red gold dragon chair, turned around, and the twelve chapter patterns of sun, moon, mountains and rivers on the hem of his clothes just twirled in the mouth of the unicorn on the carpet.

Ji Huang looked down at Xie Rongjiao condescendingly, and said with a smile, "Even if I am the Lord of the Northern Zhou Dynasty now, I still envy the prince."

Xie Rongjiao "Oh" didn't even want to answer him.

He didn't feel ashamed or nervous because of Ji Huang's looking down.

In the first place, who is higher and who is lower, who goes up and who goes down, is not something that can be solved simply by a layer of pills and a dragon robe.

"My son is a person who grew up in the clouds. You are born with dignity, and the stars support the moon. I know what a rare happiness that is."

Of course he knew.

Because before the death of Emperor Huai, Ji Huang was the crown prince sought after by everyone in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and if anyone got a childish compliment from him, it would be a matter of reaching the sky in one step.

It wasn't until later that the Northern Zhou Supreme Master's life was dramatically found in Jiang Jingxing's hands, and he was thrown from fairyland to hell in one step.

Ji Huang stared intently at the colorful and auspicious totems on the big pillars of the Zichen Hall, and suddenly didn't realize that the smile on his lips had protruded its ferocious minions: "I just know, so I am not reconciled."

"Why do I toss and turn with worry on the bed, afraid that tomorrow when I will be given a bowl of poisoned wine by my uncle, you don't know what to worry about in Fengling Picking Stars Pavilion, and a lot of people expect you to show a smile?"

"Why should I flatter my uncle Jiang Shi, dare not reveal the slightest true disposition, be gentle and courteous and respectfully ask for the approval of the courtiers, enshrine his favor, for fear of taking a wrong step and falling into the endless abyss forever if I say a wrong word, how can you love and hate me?" Do as you like, give whoever you want to look at, you can show whoever you want, have you never tasted even the slightest bit of grievance?"

Mian Yan swayed on the Tongtian Crown, Ji Huang's calm superficial skills finally failed, and he took two steps forward excitedly.

"Oh."

Xie Rongjiao finally gave him a compliment.

Added a more flattering sentence: "You talk a lot of nonsense."

He was like the villain Jiang Jingxing said would die if he said too much.

If anyone is more wronged than anyone else, then Jiang Jingxing is not wronged?The lives of the Jiang family are not wronged?

Who in this world has not suffered a few grievances?

Being wronged is not a reason for you to spread malice all over the world openly.

People always have to pay the price for the evil they do.

Ji Huang still has a bit of self-restraint after swallowing his anger for so many years.

The momentary emotional ups and downs just now were his intentional venting of the grievances accumulated over the years, not because he couldn't control his gaffe.

At this moment, he would go back to the mask he was used to, and even had the intention to smile at Xie Rongjiao: "My son, please don't blame me for implicating the innocent. It's not as easy and carefree as it is now. What's more, when Jiang Jingxing was not sanctified, your father did not do little."

Xie Huan must have regretted it very much.

All the efforts I made back then have turned into tears shed now.

If I had known earlier, I should have let the man surnamed Jiang die on his own, instead of harming his son.

Xie Rongjiao lived up to his high expectations and spoke under Ji Huang's stare: "Speak the business."

His cold and indifferent demeanor seemed to be surrounded by clouds and mist, and the ice on the snow-capped mountains had not melted for years.

Clear as a mirror, nothing invades.

The glitz of the Zichen Palace cannot be invaded, nor can the dragon breath of the entire Haojing Imperial Palace be invaded.

"You tricked me into coming here, what are you talking about?"

"Your Majesty, can you feel the changes in the aura of the imperial palace formation?"

Without him deliberately saying something, Xie Rongjiao had already noticed something different.

At the same time, the source of this strangeness was identified: "There is more white tiger energy."

The Northern Zhou Tai | The ancestral capital is located on the ground where the Qinglong is buried, and the Haojing Imperial Palace is naturally built according to the Qinglong's bones.

The green dragon and the white tiger guard the east and the west respectively, facing each other from a distance.

At this moment, the dragon's breath and the white tiger's qi are combined into one in the imperial palace formation, the dragon and the tiger are at the same speed, their power is definitely not a simple superposition of one plus one equals good.

Ji Huang laughed loudly: "Your Majesty is really perceptive, I really believe what Mo Luo said that he has the Phoenix Supreme Treasure Eternal Light on his body."

Ji Huang flicked his sleeves leisurely, sweeping away the insignificant obstacles on the way forward as if he had a winning ticket, "Speaking of the white tiger aura of the big formation, I would like to thank Shizi's good friend Li Zhixuan, because of the white tiger treasure on his body, We are like a tiger with wings added."

The director of Fa Zongzong let Li Zhixuan go by Yu Yingqiu. It was because of the white tiger treasure, and there was only a little Li Zhixuan left. He couldn't make much trouble.

Probably because he was very depressed, Ji Huang is undoubtedly with a self-satisfied child who shows off how many gold bricks he has at home and how many candied haws he can buy to passers-by:

"People say that the treasures left by the four spirits are unworldly magic weapons. Although the treasures of the four spirits have different shapes, they are all the blood essence in the bodies of the four spirits."

"The son's talent, it is expected that there is no shortage of good luck such as the eternal lamp, why not leave the eternal lamp and the true feather of the phoenix?"

Ji Huang spread his hands: "Maybe the prince wants to see if the sage can destroy the dragon-tiger formation again like he destroyed the lookout tower during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

After a lot of boring and ridiculous nonsense like worn out old cotton wool, Ji Huang revealed the poisoned knife hidden in the cotton wool.

"The formation on the main peak is completely set up, and the post to the dean and the old guy from Jianmen has also been sent. I invited them on the grounds that Elder Yu died at the hands of Mo Luo. Given their temperament, they will not be disappointed." Come."

The three sects in the Southern Region are connected with each other.

The master of Fa Zong stood on the highest point of the main peak of Fa Zong with his hands behind his back, looked at the sky and said with a slow smile: "They should come in a while."

There is a man in red behind him.

The man in the red robe was handsome when he was young, but as he got older, the rigid wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper, and he gradually appeared indifferent and unstoppable.

Even the red dress, which gave people the impression of being angry and vigorous, only felt serious and overwhelming when worn on him.

There are red jade phoenix feathers on the hair of the red-robed man.

When Xie Tingbai spoke, his voice was cold and impersonal: "Very good."

"This time, there is no room for loss."

The suzerain of Fazong was not affected by him, and his attitude was leisurely: "It depends on senior Xie. It's okay if I hold one. As for killing, I'm afraid I can't do anything."

In the eyes of the world, Fazong does not have a heaven-human realm, but it is the weakest family among the three schools in one city.

Little did he know that the suzerain of Fazong had entered the realm of heaven and man years ago.

Designed for the moment to hold back.

"Here we come." Fazong's suzerain changed his expression, and his figure disappeared in place, leaving behind a sentence: "Thank you, senior, for being careful. If they find out, I will be helpless."

Needless to say, Xie Tingbai's aura has been completely hidden in the verdant trees of Fazong.

It was as if he had never been in this person before.

"Xiao Yi, why do I feel that there is something wrong with your Qi mechanism on the main peak?"

When the dean and the suzerain of Fazong were chatting and laughing as they walked up the stairs, these words came out of nowhere.

He and Fazong suzerain were considered half masters and apprentices, and they shouted kindly, saying what they thought of without too many scruples.

The head of the Fazong showed a slightly dazed expression, and said with a smile: "This is strange, I haven't noticed anything wrong, please trouble me to go up and take a look for me later."

Before the dean agreed, the ancestor of Jianmen said solemnly: "There is something wrong."

The realm of heaven and man has been able to communicate with the way of heaven, and has a sense of the way of heaven.

It can be called the realm of heaven and man.

And the sword repairing instinct honed by the ancestor of Jianmen from countless corpses and blood seas made him subconsciously raise his hand and draw his sword!

It's too late.

The suzerain seal of Fazong has been completed.

The lotus blasted away the stacked mountains and rocks, and the dean's face suddenly turned ashen as the gravel cracked.

Unprepared, he forcibly ate the lotus seal of the patriarch of Fazong.

In the next moment, regardless of the changing seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the lush greenery that covers the entire main peak is instantly withered to ashes as if all vitality has been extracted by someone.

The grass and trees all over the mountain turned into barren land.

At one moment, he was in the refreshing fairyland of Shenshan, and at the next moment, he was ruthlessly thrown into a dangerous place full of swords, mountains and seas of fire, and every step was thrilling.

The suzerain of Fazong used the entire spiritual vein of the main peak to run his killing formation.

The murderous intent coming from all directions was like a wave, like a strong wind, wrapping the two of them tightly, leaving no gap for them to escape.

On a peak near the main peak, Yu Yingqiu sat cross-legged in a room with her eyes closed.

Outside the house, there is a formation set up by the suzerain of Fazong himself to imprison her.

No matter how talented Yu Yingqiu is, how she stands out among her peers, it is impossible for her to break through the formation set up by the Fazong Suzerain who is in the realm of heaven and man.

But she is going out.

So she's breaking the bank.