Chapter 252 Great! His Majesty has passed away!

Holy Lord Qingyun was still a little hesitant.

"Immortal Lord, although with your status, Qidaotu will turn a blind eye, but if Zixuan Holy Land secretly spreads rumors, it will also have an impact on you."

Qin Jiang couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and looked at Holy Master Qingyun with some surprise, "You are not like this in the words of the Black and White Sword Ancestor."

Of course he understood what Holy Lord Qingyun meant, which was to bring Zixuan Holy Land into trouble.

Holy Lord Qingyun smiled awkwardly when he heard this, "I am also the Lord of the Holy Land after all. There is nothing I can do if I am framed. I have to have a good image so that more disciples can join the sect."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but recall the time when he lived a free and easy life and was known as the romantic swordsman.

But he never thought that he would be tricked by his master at the last moment and become the Qingyun Holy Master of this troubled person.

If he had disappeared directly back then, maybe he would be an immortal king now, right?

Thinking of this, his eyes looked a little melancholy.

Well, he couldn't do it. If he really left back then, it would be against his heart, and he might not be able to move forward for the rest of his life.

Qin Jiang couldn't help but smile when he heard what Holy Lord Qingyun said. He was obviously the one who put him on the stand, but he still had to find an excuse.

On the mainland today, apart from Qingyun Holy Land, there are almost no methods of teaching divine martial arts to civilians.

The cultivation methods of Shenwu and above are controlled by various sects. Only those who have passed the assessment and joined the sect are eligible to learn.

This is the so-called difference between immortals and mortals. In essence, it is actually a matter of resources.

Like Qingyun Holy Land, it is almost unique.

This has also resulted in the widespread spread of practice methods. There are many people who are not good at words and practice alone without communicating with others.

Therefore, Holy Lord Qingyun had to come forward personally and take up the job of mascot.

Perhaps it would be more suitable for the other party to practice Linglong Immortal Lord's "Linglong Nine Heart Changes".

"I'll leave the affairs of Xianfeng County to you. I'll go to Zixuan Holy Land." Qin Jiang said with a smile.

After saying that, his figure disappeared, leaving only everyone looking at each other.

Holy Master Qingyun looked at Tang San Burial and said, "Holy Monk, it's troublesome to refine the source of human immortality. You may have to stay for a few more days. Please forgive me for what I said the day before yesterday."

After saying that, he looked at Qin Hong again, "Miss Qin, I have prepared the sword energy baptism in the sect. You and Miss Bai can go there at any time. Maybe I can help you two directly develop the body of a demigod."

"Holy Master, you're welcome. Xiaobai and I thanked him." Qin Hong cupped her hands and smiled.

After a few people left, Holy Lord Qingyun looked at the Duke and the Princess, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Master Marquis, Princess. In the future, Xianfeng County will have good weather for thousands of years, but it depends on you two. Qing would like to express my gratitude here."

In the Southern Territory, within the territory of the Zixuan Holy Land, a purple fairy town has emerged.

This is where the mountain gate of Zixuan Holy Land is located, the Forbidden City.

Although the Zixuan Holy Land is called the Holy Land, it is actually an Immortal Dynasty. However, due to the existence of the Imperial Ancestor Dynasty, it did not dare to be named Zixuan Dynasty.

At this time, in the main hall, the current Holy Lord Zixuan, Emperor Zixuan, was sitting on the dragon chair.

This dragon chair is a bit more gorgeous than the dragon chair of Emperor Ancestor Huang Zun. It is made of fairy gold mother roots and inlaid with rare jewels, but it looks like it is superficial.

Beside him, there were ten fat women in scantily clad clothes serving him, each of them in stature no less beautiful than Princess Xianfeng.

"Your Majesty, regarding the Xianfeng County matter, Sun Xingzhe, one of the six people who traveled to the east, has gone to Linglong Daotu. I'm afraid it won't be long before Linglong Daotu sends people to come.

At that time, if trouble occurs, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Linglong Daotu to explain. "

An old man with white beard and hair walked out, wearing a fifth-grade official uniform, exuding the aura of an old true god.

On the throne, Emperor Zixuan opened his eyes, and the purple light flashed away.

'Bang! ’

The figure of the fifth-grade old man exploded into pieces, and his true spirit was extinguished.

Suddenly, many officials in the palace lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything. The two first-grade Holy Lord officials only looked unhappy, but didn't say much.

"Hmph! A mere fifth-grade person should teach me how to do things! I'm looking for death! Someone come!"

"exist!"

"Take this guy and kill him from the nine tribes! No, it's the ten tribes!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Several true gods left under the leadership of a true immortal, and Emperor Zixuan looked at His Highness with satisfaction.

"What about Linglong Daotu? Am I afraid of Linglong Immortal Lord? Since I can achieve the pinnacle of the Holy Lord in just three thousand years, it won't take more than a hundred years for me to break into the realm of Immortal Lord! What's there to be afraid of? !”

Speaking of this, he glanced at the two first-grade Holy Lord level officials, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

Just wait, when I enter the realm of the Immortal Lord, you two old guys won't be needed anymore!

When the time comes, let’s see who dares to control this emperor!

"Your Majesty is extremely talented! Just like the Immortal King returning to his youth! One day he will be the overlord of the mainland! He can take over the Emperor's Ancestor Dynasty and replace him!"

A fourth-grade true god official knelt on the ground and flattered him.

Emperor Zixuan smiled disdainfully, crushed the official to death with a wave of his hand, and said with a smile: "That's true, but a mere true god dares to brag about it. Don't you think this emperor can't tell the lies?"

Snap, snap, snap.

Crisp applause sounded from outside the hall. Emperor Zixuan raised his head, looked through the hall, and saw the figure standing in the clouds.

"Hmph! You are pretending to be a ghost! Who are you! Why don't you come and kneel before me! If you make me happy, I will spare your life!"

In the clouds, Qin Jiang shook his head slightly, "I was wondering how could a person who is thousands of years old be so stupid. It turns out that the root is you."

In the palace, Emperor Zixuan's eyes widened when he heard the words, "Asshole! Damn thing! What did you do to my only sister! How dare you humiliate me like this! Give me your life!"

After that, a dazzling and heavy purple light burst out from his body, and some officials and soldiers in the palace who were not good enough were directly crushed by this force.

"Huanglong Jitianpo!"

He shouted loudly, overturned the palace directly, and attacked Qin Jiang. The surrounding imperial dragon energy turned into a ferocious purple dragon roaring.

Qin Jiang looked at the attacking purple dragon with some surprise, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.

What a strong power of luck, how can such a guy have such a strong power of luck?

However, no matter how strong the luck is, it still depends on the person.

Turning his palm and pressing down, a huge platinum palm pressed down, turning into a huge palm of ten thousand miles, crushing the clouds into pieces, and the purple dragon was like an earthworm in front of the giant palm.

Ah——!

The dragon roared and wailed, and the terrifying power came from all directions, rubbing against each other's dragon scales, and its dragon body was squeezed to the point of almost bursting.

"Open it for me——!"

Emperor Zixuan roared, but it didn't work, and the next moment it turned into purple particles all over the sky.

The platinum palm continued to move, pressing all the purple luck into the city, and the fairy city was filled with popping sounds, and blood almost flowed into a river.

But many people found that they were not hurt at all, but an unknown purple power floated into their bodies, repairing years of difficult and complicated diseases or hidden injuries.

The platinum palm returned, pulling up a large number of antiques, and after a while of flying, they all returned to their original places.

[Potential Points: 312516.8]

A few days ago, I gained about 180,000 potential points in Linglong Daotu, and now I have gained almost 80,000 in the Forbidden City, which has exceeded the 300,000 mark.

In the imperial palace with the dome opened, two first-class officials of the Saint Lord level stared at the figure standing in the sky in a daze.

"The Immortal, the Immortal King is here in person, it is an Immortal King who is here in person!"

"Great, great! His Majesty, His Majesty has passed away!"