In the eighty-ninth year of Daxiali, on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, Shenjing City was very unpeaceful, with treacherous waves, a wave of unsettled, and a wave of rise.

Under the heavy snowfall, all the civil and military officials in the mound of the White Emperor's Palace and the major repairs of the sect have already understood at this moment that Great Xia has come to the most critical turning point, so the three old, middle-aged and young people of the Zhao clan must make a choice.

The old empress dowager had already made her choice in advance, to clear the obstacles for Zhao Yu before she died, and to help him ascend to the throne, and now, it was the turn of the regent Empress Wu, who had reigned for twelve years.

The world is quiet, and even the sound of wind and snow is far away.

The aunt and nephew looked at each other for a long time, and the momentum on the edge of the mound rose one after another, hitting each other, making a muffled sound like thunder.

The rouge girl who was supporting the old queen mother, like the dark green pupils after tea roasting, looked at the shadow standing in front of the Tianxin Stone, and felt that the back of the young man had a different taste compared with the past, the same handsome and beautiful, but it was a little more mature, or sharp!

The arm of the gentle, purple-robed master of the Dao Palace Zongheng Courtyard was suddenly tightly grasped by a small hand, Chu Zhengyang turned his head, and what he saw was his daughter's worried big eyes, with pleading, he patted the back of his daughter's hand, shook his head, and gently opened his mouth to say a word.

And so on. ”

The Empress Wu stood very high between the sky, so her eyes looking at Zhao Yu seemed very blurry to outsiders, and the gaze that pierced straight forward may be looking at Zhao Yu's eyes, or maybe she was staring at the two bright red avenue blood, but Zhao Yu understood that the Empress Wu had never looked at his eyebrows from beginning to end.

The eyes of the aunt and nephew met across a full sky, perhaps counting the eightfold heavens under the avenue that had been crossed with difficulty.

Since Zhao Yu came to Shenjing City for nearly two months, he has only said a few words to Empress Wu, that is, the evening when he just stepped into Shenjing, the conversation between his aunt and nephew at the Vermilion Bird Gate, and there has been no communication since then.

But at this moment, Queen Regent Wu, who had been looking at Zhao Yu's eyes and did not move away, spoke to him again, and at the same time opened his mouth to the whole world:

"I am the regent of Great Xia, in the past twelve years, the sky is supported by me, the earth is covered by me, just the holy position, why am I afraid, why do I need the blood of the Great Dao to help, no one can dominate my Zhao Xiu's life, my life is up to me!"

Loud and sound, every sentence is like thunder!

The scorching words resounded between heaven and earth, and the martial queen retracted her gaze, the dark golden phoenix robe swayed endlessly, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, she turned her foot and stepped on the Nine Heavens!

Under the bridge of heaven and earth, a round of the moon appeared, the ninth of the avenue, the moon wheel sky.

At the same time, sitting suspended in the air with her eyes closed, under the blurred face of the Snow Lady Saint, an irrepressible muffled snort sounded, as if she was seriously injured, and the whole person leaned forward at once, and below her, in the altar surrounded by ice and fire, the huge goddess sculpture shattered inch by inch, and the infinite holy light that could no longer be suppressed burst out in an instant, quickly sweeping outward.

Ten huge wings stretched out from within the Light, accompanied by the words of the Lord of Radiance, who were indistinguishable from each other but with intense anger.

"I am a god worshiped by countless races, and you and other races dare to seal me, and I say, you all deserve to die. ”

Infinite light condensed around the Lord of Radiance, forming a vast kingdom of dazzling eyes, within which countless hymns were emanated, accompanied by endless prayers, in different languages, of different races, but of no race.

The Great Xia human race, sacrificing heaven and earth, ancestors, believing in Taoism and cultivating the Tao, but not believing in ghosts and gods!

"It's not a ghost to sacrifice it, and it's a flattery. ”

The old queen mother came to Zhao Yu's side by the rouge girl, and a faint voice came out, this is the second time Zhao Yu heard this sentence, the first time was from the master's mouth, and the older generation who have dealt with the empire countless times, are familiar with the so-called God's tricks.

But no matter what kind of shortcut the so-called god has taken, or there is some kind of flaw, he is always at the same level as the saint, and according to the realm, it is the real land god fairyland!

Therefore, the huge and majestic kingdom of God belonged to the Holy Light, which was just above, and the momentum that excluded everything instantly overwhelmed the entire White Emperor Palace, and even the bridge between heaven and earth in the sky was almost covered.

The kingdom of God worshiped by the gods is a separate world of its own, with towering sacred mountains, endless palaces, and waterfalls composed entirely of the power of faith flowing down from the sky under the clouds and mist shrouded in holy light.

A throne is located at the peak of the sacred mountain, and the shadow of the Lord of Light appears, sitting upright on it, looking down.

Sitting in the kingdom of God is the true God!

"It is naïve to think that under the isolation of the Great Dao, I will no longer be able to draw on the power of faith, and the infinite faith in the kingdom of God is beyond the guess of mortals. ”

Between the divine sounds, the waterfalls of faith converged from above into the main body of light sitting on the throne of the gods, and the latter gently raised his right hand and smashed it forward, and the waterfalls of faith disappeared directly.

An overwhelming golden fist rushed out from within the Kingdom of God, like a heavy punch after the wrath of the sky, the speed was not fast, but there was nowhere to escape.

The Snow Lady Saint snorted softly, and all the snowflakes falling within a radius of ten miles all stood still for a moment, and then shattered outward, and after the shattering, they did not fall and disappear, but the ice blue light bloomed, and a seven-colored glazed city directly descended into the void.

In the glazed city, a huge statue of the goddess stands in the center, a large section higher than all the houses in the entire city, like a giant peak.

The plump son of the Snow Lady Saint slowly landed, her feet lightly stepped on the top of the statue's head, and a thick ice mist began to fill the entire glazed city, pointing out the same in front of her.

A blue ice crystal finger rushed out of the glazed city, facing the slowly approaching golden giant fist, and the two quickly approached.

The scenery of the entire White Emperor Palace is extremely shocking, bounded by the Empress Wu who is overpowered by the moon wheel in the sky, and the whole world is divided into two colors.

The kingdom of God is vast, the holy light is shrouded, and the giant fist is golden in the sky.

The majestic shore of the giant city, the glaze is psychedelic and the ice blue of the sky is broken.

The gods and saints who have released their own powerful countries have collided together without reservation.

In the Shenjing City, all the cultivators above the surface of the earth all looked up at the sky of the White Emperor Palace in horror, and the power that belonged to the highest peak in the world almost tore the blue sky above their heads almost entirely.

And the one who was really unmoved, and whose eyes were still calm, in addition to the regent Empress Wu who hit the ninth heaven, and the old queen mother who did not have any fluctuations from beginning to end, there was also the immature child's voice that began to chatter again in Zhao Yu's mind.

"A mutilated is a god and a crippled saint, what is there to make a fuss about!"