Chapter 623 Long Yu's Distinguished Guest

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the crack in the palace gate and entered the Wei Yang Palace, Yuwen Nanjing's eyes, which had been sleeping for an entire night, suddenly opened.

Zhao Xingyu, who had also been standing beside Yuwen Nanjing for an entire night, also seemed to have a feeling. He glanced sideways at Yuwen Nanjing, and then his heart jolted as he hurriedly looked in the direction of the entrance of the Wei Yang Palace.

Clang! Clang!

At that time, the sound of heavy metal armor colliding came from outside the palace gate, accompanied by the sound of dense and hurried footsteps. It wasn't hard for Zhao Xingyu to know that there were many people walking towards this place.

Zhao Xingyu's expression became a little ugly. Although he knew that this moment would come sooner or later, when he really came, Zhao Xingyu's heart was still a little gloomy.

"Your Majesty" He looked at Yuwen Nanjing beside him and called out.

"Go." But before he could finish his sentence, Yuwen Nanjing's voice interrupted him.

The morning sun shone on Yuwen Nanjing's side. The woman in the big yellow dragon robe had a cold expression on her face. Even at this moment, she did not show the slightest bit of panic.

Zhao Xingyu frowned. He didn't like Yuwen Nanjing very much, so he finally didn't hold back the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"He won't come…"

"Huh?" There was a change in Yuwen Nanjing's cold expression, but the change was fleeting. She narrowed her eyes and stared at Zhao Xingyu, "So what?"

Zhao Xingyu's body trembled. He rarely disobeyed his uncle's wishes. And this time, he was indeed prepared to do so. As long as Yuwen Nanjing was willing to say that she needed him, he would not hesitate to lead the eight thousand Imperial Army to the end of the battle with his uncle, who was already an immortal.

However, Yuwen Nanjing hadn't said anything like this from beginning to end. She seemed to be looking forward to the arrival of that person.

Zhao Xingyu had thought that Yuwen Nanjing's hopes were just the obsession in her heart. As long as she let go of this thought, perhaps she would change. But at this moment, it was only when Yuwen Nanjing's words "so what" sounded in his ears that he finally came to his senses.

Actually, she had always known that Xu Han would not come. After all, according to the news from Great Xia, Xu Han had appeared in Horizontal Imperial City a month ago. Unless he became an immortal, it would be impossible for him to travel from Horizontal Imperial City to Chang'an in a month. The reason why she didn't ask him for help was because in her heart, he was always the same person as Mr. Lu.

They were the ones who harmed Xu Han, so she wouldn't ask for help…

Although this logic was extremely far-fetched, Zhao Xingyu, who had been following Yuwen Nanjing for more than a year, understood that this was indeed what she thought in her heart. He understood that even though he had been loyal for more than a year, he had never changed his position in Yuwen Nan Jing's heart, not only could he not compare to Xu Han through fire and water, he had never changed his position in Yuwen Nan Jing's heart. She had always treated him as an enemy, an enemy that could be exploited, that was all.

Whether it was hatred or jealousy, a strange feeling surged in Zhao Xingyu's chest. His hand suddenly stretched out and shouted loudly, "The Guards Legion Corps, listen!"

A voice filled with energy rang out, echoing in the Wei Yang Palace.

"This subordinate is here!" The Guards Legion Corps members who had also been waiting outside the hall all night responded loudly at that moment.

"Tyrant is immoral. We obey the will of the people and open the palace gates to welcome the Saint Army!"

Following Zhao Xingyu's words, the door of the palace that was concealing Wei Yang Palace was suddenly pushed open from the outside. At that time, the morning sun shone into the door of the palace. Rows of black-armored soldiers lined up on both sides of the door. At the end of the imperial army line, several figures were leading the densely packed soldiers towards this place.

The person in the lead did not lack familiar faces.

For example, Mr. Lu of the Tian Ce Mansion , Zhu Xian of the Long Night Division, Prime Minister Zhang of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and of course, aside from these middle-aged men with resolute expressions, the aura around him was condensed, and every action of his coincided with the principles of heaven and earth. There was no need to think too much, it must be King Zhao Chu of Zhao, who had just ascended to the Immortal Realm.

The group of people quickly arrived at the entrance of the Wei Yang Palace, but they did not enter.

After all, the Wei Yang Palace was the residence of an emperor and could not be stained with blood. This rule had existed since ancient times. Of course, it could not be regarded as an iron law. However, before this, one could still invite him. It could also be regarded as a courtesy and a retreat.

Everyone stood in front of the entrance of the Wei Yang Palace and then knelt down in unison, saying loudly, "This official greets His Majesty!"

Yuwen Nanjing swept his cold gaze over the crowd and said, "Stand down."

Everyone stood up, but they did not express their thanks. Then, Mr. Lu walked out alone and cupped his hands towards Yuwen Nanjing, saying, "I have something to say when I come to see His Majesty today. I hope His Majesty will move outside the Wei Yang Palace."

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers who had just stood up knelt down once again and said loudly, "Your Majesty, please move!"

Yuwen Nanjing stood up and adjusted her royal robe. Then, she walked to the entrance of the Wei Yang Palace. She looked at Mr. Lu silently, her gaze as cold as a stone sculpture.

Mr. Lu was somewhat flustered. As a Confucian scholar, his last bit of conscience caused him to feel a bit ashamed. However, this kind of shame was quickly suppressed by the name of self-deception. He cupped his hands and said again, "This official has this to do with the heavens."

Before the new word could be spoken, it was interrupted by Yuwen Nanjing.

She looked at Prince Zhao Chu, who was standing at the side of the group, and asked, "Immortal, have you brought the Heavenly Punishment Sword?"

Mr. Lu's body trembled and his head lowered a little. He said, "Seeing blood in the palace humiliates His Majesty. Please, Your Majesty."

'"Mr. Lu, this full army is already surrounded by Wei Yang Palace. What face do I have? Since you want to kill me, you have to rely on your ability. Do you think that Mr. Lu and the other beloved ladies think that I will hang myself here?" Yuwen Nanjing interrupted Mr. Lu once again. She said this, and a loud dragon roar suddenly rose from behind her. The phantom of a red divine dragon appeared behind her, and she looked ferociously at the people outside the Wei Yang Palace.

The vast dragon might poured out as if it had substance, causing the expressions of many warriors to change, and they almost didn't dare to look directly at Yuwen Nan Jing.

Mr. Lu sensed the majestic dragon energy. He was silent for a while before lowering his head and saying again, "Then do as His Majesty wishes." With that, he lowered his head and retreated. The Zhao Chu beside him also stepped forward. He arrived in front of Yuwen Nan Jing and suddenly stretched out a hand. A scarlet-red longsword was held in his hand.

A similarly majestic aura rose within his body. He looked at Yuwen Nanjing Yan with a deep gaze and said, "Your Majesty, I have offended you!"

…

On the Heavenly Punishment Sword, blood glowed brightly. A boundless blood aura surged out from the sword's body and poured into Zhao Chu's body along the arm that Zhao Chu held the sword. His originally vast immortal energy was wrapped together with this blood aura, and the power it formed became even more powerful and arrogant.

His body began to rise, and the blood energy behind him merged with the power of an immortal and gradually transformed into a blood-colored Asura.

The Asura's eyes were completely red. When he saw the divine dragon's appearance behind Yuwen Nanjing, he was even more enraged. He roared and roared at the giant dragon.

Immediately after, a divine light flashed in Zhao Chu's eyes as he waved the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand. The Asura behind him responded and charged straight at the dragon form formed by the dragon qi behind Yuwen Nanjing.

Yuwen Nan Jing was naturally unwilling to be outdone. With a thought in her mind, the Dragon Form flew out and wrestled with the Asura.

Xing Tian Sword was known as the three great ancient vicious swords. Back then, when the two races ruled the world together, the fate of the world was naturally equal to half of the fate of the two races. It was with this sword that the human ancestors broke the fate of the demon race that they drove the demon race to the depths of the 100,000 mountains.

This sword was born to slay dragons, At this moment, under the urging of the Immortal, His combat strength had been exerted by almost half. If it was an emperor like Da Chu who ruled the world and had dragon qi enter his body, he might still be able to fight. However, although Yuwen Nanjing was known as a half-demon god seed, his cultivation was still shallow and his dragon qi was far inferior to that of the emperor of Chu. Soon, the dragon phase and the Asura began to show signs of exhaustion.

As the Asura shouted, he reached out with both hands and grabbed the Dragon Prime Minister's head and tail. Then, with a fierce tug, the Dragon Prime Minister turned into two halves after a mournful howl.

Yuwen Nanjing, who was connected to the Heart God, turned pale and sat on the ground.

After the Shura won, his expression became even more ferocious. He roared wildly and was about to bully his body again, but at this moment, Zhu Xian, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said.

"Prince Zhao, wait!"

Zhao Chu's eyes were scarlet as if he had been infected by the violent aura in the Heavenly Punishment Sword. His body froze for a moment, and he crippled his great strength before suppressing his thoughts of attacking again and calling back the Asura.

Seeing this, Zhu Xian stepped forward and came to Yuwen Nan Jing's side. He said respectfully, "Your Majesty has passed away. Please end this on your own and save the last bit of face of the royal family."

This action caused Mr. Lu to frown. He was somewhat puzzled by Zhu Xian's actions, but he did not say anything else.

"Haha, you helped me to the throne of the emperor. You said that I am the emperor of eternity. Now, it is you who want me to die. Do you think I will let you all succeed?" Yuwen Nanjing's eyes were filled with killing intent. She struggled to get up from the ground and the dragon form behind her condensed again. However, compared to before, the crimson color around the dragon form was slightly dimmer.

Zhu Xian looked at Zhao Chu in the horizon. The other party understood that the Asura behind him had attacked brazenly, shattering the Dragon Phase again.

Looking at Yuwen Nanjing, who immediately fell to the ground with a pale face, Mr. Lu's brows furrowed a little. He felt that this was somewhat inappropriate. Since the purpose of this trip was to seize the dragon qi from Yuwen Nanjing, there was no need to do so after killing him.

Zhu Xian seemed to have noticed Mr. Lu's dissatisfaction. He said softly to his side, "This is His Majesty's intention."

This time, the Emperor he spoke of was no longer Yuwen Nanjing, but…

After hearing this, Mr. Lu's expression changed. Finally, he put away the dissatisfaction on his face.

Seeing this, Zhu Xian took another step forward and said loudly, "Your Majesty, please hang yourself!"

"Dream on!" Yuwen Nanjing gritted her teeth and said. A dragon form appeared behind her once again. At this moment, the dragon form was extremely pale red and faintly green. It was obvious that the dragon form had been broken twice and the dragon qi in her body had dissipated quite a bit.

Zhao Chu, who had received Yuwen Nanjing's reply, did not need Zhu Xian to say anything else. Xing Tianjian attacked again, cutting through the Dragon Form.

This time, Yuwen Nanjing, who had fallen to the ground, became even paler. Her gorgeous royal robe became extremely dirty after falling to the ground again and again, and her expression became extremely miserable. She struggled to stand up again, but because the injuries caused by the destruction of the Dragon Form were too severe, it was difficult for her to do so.

Mr. Lu couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly knelt down and shouted towards Yuwen Nanjing Yan, "The arrival of the Great Chu Saint Sovereign under the heavens is the fate of the heavens. Since then, the world has been peaceful, no war has arisen, the people are safe and sound, and they will not suffer any chaos."

Mr. Lu's tone suddenly became generous as he said this, "Although His Majesty died, he died for the people of the world."

"Your Majesty, please don't be stubborn. Dragon Riding Guest, please!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the tens of thousands of soldiers behind them also knelt down and shouted towards Yuwen Nanjing Yan, "Your Majesty Long Yu, distinguished guests, please!"

Yuwen Nanjing looked at the rows of solemn-looking soldiers in front of her. Looking at their generous and sorrowful faces, she suddenly laughed.

She thought…

Have you ever experienced such despair before? Were you so helpless back then?

It doesn't matter. I will avenge you for this. These ugly people will forever enjoy the peace and prosperity they want in Yellow Springs!

Yuwen Nanjing's eyes surged with killing intent again. Her eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and an incomparably cold and desperate aura suddenly spread out from her body!

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