Yanjing, Shangshu 1,!

Yan Chuan sat alone behind the desk, serving Yin and Yang, Yi Feng, and Meng Wenruo was waiting.//: Read novels//

Yan Chuan's eyes were slightly closed.

At this moment, above the sea of ​​luck, the statue of Yanchuan's god was looking at the northwest.

This look is a very long distance.

When Dazhen Jin was the Celestial Empire, Yan Chuan could observe the world through the luck of the golden dragon. As long as he was in Dazhen's territory, Yan Chuan could see with his eyes.

In the southwest direction, a huge desert area.

"Bang 1,!" "Bang!"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The sandstorm soared into the sky, and the sky was covered with grayness. Inside, there were light shining, loud noises, and the dust shaking covered the sky and the sun.

"Bastard, get out of here, you group of grasshoppers!" Yang Zhijiu roared in the desert.

"Yang Zhijiu is getting weaker and weaker, kill!" Kong Daoqiu shouted excitedly.

"The Immortal Formation!" Yun Xin shouted.

"Formation mill!" The immortals shouted together.

"There is one day left, and there is still one day left. You group of grasshoppers, the sun, the fire is burning!" Yang Zhijiu roared.

"boom!"

In the sky, the scorching sun rushed down again, and when the sky fire came out, the desert seemed to have turned into a huge furnace.

The original sand and dust turned colorful under the fire and melted into countless glass beads.

"Kill!" The immortals all shouted.

"boom!"

In the sandstorm, a black figure shot out like flowing light in a collision of huge forces.

It was Yang Zhijiu. At this moment, Yang Zhijiu, his left arm was almost broken, his flesh and blood were gone, leaving only the thick white bones, and a horn on his head was broken.

Yang is extremely severe when the nine injuries are caused.

"puff!"

Yang Zhijiu was spitting blood while shooting rapidly towards Yanjing.

"One day, another day, you group of grasshoppers, when I destroy Yanjing, don't even think of running away. I must use the cruelest criminal law to torture you slowly. 1!" Yang Zhijiu flew into the distance with a great hatred.

"boom!"

A group of immortals also rushed out of the sandstorm quickly.

"He ran away again!" Meng Lingtian's face looked extremely ugly.

The immortals chased and left. Although they were annoyed, they reacted more.

"Yang Zhijiu is getting weaker and weaker, and there is indeed a master targeting him. Now he is obviously going to trouble that master!" Meng Sansheng said in a deep voice.

"Who is it?" Kong Daoqiu also frowned.

"Don't bother, Yang Zhijiu is getting weaker and weaker. Just now, he escaped with self-harm. His strength is weaker and weaker. Now, even if the Lotus God helps him, the most powerful earth immortals are even worse. We should work harder and we must kill him and not let him recover!" Yun Xin shouted.

"good!"

The heroes quickly chased towards Yang Zhijiu again.

Yang Zhijiu used the secret method of self-harm to activate the secret method, and his speed soared a lot. He threw away the heroes in a blink of an eye.

Of course, just throwing away the heroes can't lose them, they just go a little later.

"The direction he is going to is Yanjing?" Meng Lingtian suddenly said in surprise.

"Yanjing? Is it Yanchuan? It's impossible. How capable is Yanchuan?" Kong Daoqiu said a little disbelief.

The heroes continued to chase.

But in Yanjing, Yan Chuan, who was going to the study room, had a calm expression and returned to consciousness.

"Sir, what's the point of summoning ministers and others?" Guiguzi said in confusion.

Yan Chuan frowned and said, "Just just now, I felt that there was a big fluctuation above the sea of ​​luck. The sea of ​​luck could sense the great world. Such a big fluctuation would surely happen. I just looked at it with the eyes of the statue. I found that Yang Zhijiu was helped by the lotus god and came to my Yanjing!"

"Oh?" The ministers' faces changed.

"Yang Zhijiu is stronger than the day of Mao. You can follow Yin and Yang, arrange formations, and protect Yanjing!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Feng Yin and Yang responded.

"Yi Feng, Wen Ruo, you are responsible for maintaining stability in Yanjing and appease the people and ministers!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the two responded.

After telling everyone, Yan Chuan headed straight to the backyard.

Yan Chuan understood that the main reason why Yang Zhijiu came was definitely the book of Seven Arrows.

Fortunately, this is the last day.

"What's wrong?" Zi Zi looked at Yan Chuan who was rushing in confusion.

"Yang Zhijiu is here!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"oh?"

"Next, there may be a fierce battle. Zi Zi, you are responsible for the book of Seven Arrows! Ensure that it is correct, I will delay the time and must kill Yang Zhijiu!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yeah!" Zi Zi nodded.

After explaining Zi Zi, Yan Chuan quickly came to Chaotian Palace Square.

Looking at the statue of the god in the sky, Yan Chuan's eyes condensed.

"hold head high!"

The statue of Yanchuan made a huge dragon roar, and suddenly soared into the sky and turned into an eighteen-clawed golden dragon.

"Bang!"

The eighteen-clawed lucky golden dragon stepped on the sea of ​​lucky clouds, and suddenly raised his head and chanted.

"Un~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The dragon roar was majestic and its sound penetrated through the sky. At the same time, the sound spread throughout the major cities of Dazhen in an instant and entered the ears of all Dazhen people.

When I heard the sound of the dragon roar again, all the people put down everything at hand in confusion.

"Listen to the people of Dazhen! I am Yan Chuan." Yan Chuan said.

As he spoke, Yan Chuan's voice suddenly spread to all the people of Dazhen.

Wuyou City, in a restaurant.

"The voice of the Lord?"

"I heard the voice of the Lord."

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Countless people, army, and city guards all looked up at the sky.

"The people of Dazhen, please raise your right hand and use my strength. You will be weak for a short time, but as long as you rest for a while, you will be able to recover. All the city guards guard all directions. For those who dare to attack the weak people who use my strength, they will be killed without mercy and will be killed in the future!" Yan Chuan said 1.

Through the eighteen-claw lucky golden dragon and the voice of Yanchuan instantly spread throughout the world of Yanjing. All the people were staring at the sky in a daze.

Borrowing the power of the people?

Worry-free city, on a street.

"The Lord wants to borrow our power? How do you borrow this?"

"Yes, it's okay to borrow strength? Just kidding?"

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When people were suspicious, someone finally listened to Yan Chuan and tried it.

I saw a burly man slowly raised his right hand: "Rise your right hand? What's the use of this?"

Just the moment the burly man raised his right hand.

"call!"

The burly man felt that his own strength seemed to be pulled away in an instant, and in an instant, the burly man lost his strength.

"Bang!"

The man fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
To be continued...