Pick it up!

The sudden change made all the giants present stunned.

Zhao Wu Wang Yong

Didn't he hand over his own backup to Wu Mujun?

The expressions of the three great sages, the Three Saints of the Hundred Schools, changed slightly.

Didn't they spend such a huge price just to ascend the throne without Mu, so that the Emperor of Zhou could issue an edict and admit that he inherited the Zhao family's orthodoxy, and then hundreds of families spread the word to Zhao Tu and build this place into the second Jixia?

!

Now, could there be other variables happening?

If Mr. Wu Mu could not obtain the gift of divine blood from the source of his bloodline, with his strength

Maybe the Zhao of today may be the same as the Jin of the past.

Once again, a minister whose strength is comparable to that of the monarch will experience a ‘change in the night’!

It's Ji Qiu.

He stared at the direction where King Zhao Wu Yong's Origin Fire was traveling, and frowned:

"This king of the Zhao family doesn't want to..."

He did not leave his last possessions to his direct descendants and subordinates who were most loyal to him.

Then, it is impossible to turn it into an invisible inheritance and hand it over to an unrelated person as a chance at a certain period of time, just like what is recorded in the novel.

That's simply not realistic.

And gave up this unrealistic idea

In this royal city, except for Mr. Wu Mu, who else is qualified to inherit a relic of the King of Divine Blood?

When Ji Qiu thought of this, he was suddenly startled, as if he had grasped some key point, and vaguely made some guesses:

"It can't be true."

He seemed to have a vague guess, but now that the battle was over, before he could think about it carefully, someone became more impatient than him.

Almost after realizing that it was impossible to capture the fire.

Lord Wu Mu could no longer hold back and tore apart the space. He then followed the remaining breath and rushed towards the royal city without saying a word.

Looking at his appearance, his purpose is almost obvious.

Everyone was left alone with their own thoughts.

As for Ji Qiu.

He squinted his eyes, and his soul slightly signaled to the other three great sages, and then hid the Yongzhou Ding in his storage bag, preparing to practice it in the future to increase his cultivation.

Immediately afterwards, just like Mr. Wu Mu, the road went empty when going back and forth.

If it is really as I guessed.

I'm afraid it's going to cause another storm.

Ji Qiu thought to himself.

The two of them walked in tandem, their destination was the royal city.

As for the remaining giants, except Zhao Wuling, who was seriously offering sacrifices to King Yong of Zhao Wu, preparing to wear his armor and bury him.

The remaining Grand Sima Yuxiang, including Dongjun and the other three saints, seemed to have suddenly noticed something.

Therefore, they did not stay for long, but within a few breaths, they had completely disappeared without a trace.

The war festival ends.

But the storm in Zhao's royal city has not yet subsided.

That sudden change in the sky caused boundless rain of blood to fall on the huge royal city. Even if it fell on the people, it would be the same as the rain in the past, and it could be regarded as a world with extraordinary power and magical existence.

She was born to cry blood, and she was in Zhao Di, plus the horns and ancient bells played in the palace before, combined with the king's situation in the past year.

There are already divine blood families who have guessed the ending in disbelief.

Countless nobles arranged their clothes and hurried to the palace, only to see the door that was filled with solemnity and majesty in the past tightly closed and held by countless soldiers.

At the front, there is even Wu Anjun, a new veteran in the army who is just one step away from being able to rival the ancient divine-blooded one.

He is a general promoted by Zhao Wuling from ordinary people.

As a single person, I sit here.

At the same time, he silently explained to the swarming dignitaries that the royal city today was indeed going to change.

The nobles in the court and the nobles in the court confirmed their suspicions.

As for the people.

At this time, the alley in the north of the city.

Zhao Nichang was in the quiet courtyard, looking at the ancient elm tree with its leaves swaying and rustling in the rain of blood. She touched her chest with her white palms and felt a sense of sadness for no reason.

Her heart suddenly cramped at this moment, and her internal organs were a little weak. There was no support column, and she almost staggered and fell on the stone bench behind her.

Even though he was holding on to the stone table on one side, he still couldn't catch his breath for a while.

Her change immediately aroused the anxiety of a young man in mysterious clothes in the courtyard.

Qin Zheng at this time is completely different from a year ago. Now he is full of energy and has a sharp face. Even if there is a sudden rain of blood, it still does not hinder his motivation to practice.

The young man who was practicing his sword in the rain in front of the eaves, practicing the sect known as Zixiao Sword Sutra passed down to him by Ji Qiu, suddenly saw Zhao Nishang stopping under the elm tree, his face suddenly turned pale and he was about to collapse.

Qin Zheng was suddenly startled, put away his sword and walked quickly:

"Mother, what are you doing?"

The young man was a little nervous. He pressed his palm on the stone table and wanted to support Zhao Nichang's body, but she gently raised her arm and stopped him:

"nothing."

Taking a heavy breath, Zhao Nichang's tone was weak and low.

Her pair of narrow phoenix eyes looked complicatedly at the rain of blood in the sky.

As a person who was once born into a noble family, and combined with the series of visions that happened today, she probably knew why she was like this.

Closing his eyes slightly, Zhao Nichang smiled bitterly, remembering the tall, tall, unsmiling and powerful figure who only devoted himself to the war and killing all day long:

"Even if it is you, can't you escape facing death?"

Her words, which were somewhat melancholy, fell slowly.

The wooden door of this quiet little courtyard opened automatically without any wind, and opened with a bang.

The two people in the courtyard raised their eyes at the same time and looked out the door.

But I saw a flower that looked even more magical in the rain of blood, slowly burning with everlasting flames, emerging out of nothingness at some point, and floating outside the door out of nothingness.

and

The moment the wooden door opened, there was a 'swish' from the outside, and then he rushed in, so fast that no one could react at all.

A series of unusual movements shocked Zhao Nichang and Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng, on the other hand, tensed up even more. The inertia of a year's training caused the spiritual power in his hands to rise. In an instant, his sword flew out and unleashed the fierce sword moves in the Purple Sky Sword Scripture. He wanted to completely

Kill that weird flame.

So in an instant, a purple sword light was seen slashing down, and there was an unparalleled fierce thunder on it. Even the blood rain was swept by the electric light and evaporated, which is enough to show the power of this sword!

But who would have expected that just when the sword energy was close to the flames, with a wave of fluctuations, the sword energy that was tyrannical for a while would suddenly disappear like winter snow melting, without even a hint of warning, it would completely disappear.

invisible.

At this moment, Qin Zheng looked shocked on the spot.

It must be known that Mr. Ji once told him that he has now achieved a great level of Taoism, which is enough to kill all opponents under the rank of Shangqing. Although he cannot be called a top being, he can still be regarded as one of the few strong men in ordinary big cities.

Even though he is a warrior with divine blood, he can rely on force to fight against the likes of the Thousand Captains, but at this moment he is unable to extinguish a mere flame?

Qin Zheng took two steps back, showing fear on his face.

But that wisp of immortal fire was cut away with Qin Zheng's sword, as if some switch had been triggered. It flickered once or twice, and then swooshed, with a Taoist master who was absolutely unable to react.

speed

It caught the eye between Qin Zheng’s eyebrows!

The rain of blood in the sky slowly faded away at this moment.

‘Clang!’

As for the young man whose eyebrows were penetrated by a wisp of flames and left a mark, he hissed coldly on the spot, dropped the sword in his hand, and felt a burst of darkness sweeping over him, and he fell instantly.

In the dark, he seemed to hear a sigh:

"The blood descendants of future generations who inherit my gift."
To be continued...