The surging Black Flag Army separated on its own, turning into two torrents from both sides of Yang Mucheng's side, surging forward.

Ouchi masters soared up one by one and swept away.

This scene.

It's like a battle between gods and demons!

But Yang Mucheng stood in place, as if everything between heaven and earth had nothing to do with him. His eyes were always fixed on the ground. But I saw that in Lin Chuhao's broken body, he trembled quietly, and a green light slowly emerged.

"Senmu's battle intent!"

His eyes were full of joy, and his right hand was pointed forward.

At first.

There was still the slightest struggle with this fighting spirit, but when it fell into Yang Mucheng's palm, it was like a blend of water and milk~ and integrated into his body. At this moment, Yang Mucheng only felt that a huge vitality emerged from his body. The body torn by forcibly using the Divine Finger three times was quickly recovered under this powerful vitality.

However, for Yang Mucheng, this trace of vitality is like a drop in the ocean.

It's simply unsustainable!

"Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique!"

The next moment, his eyes widened angrily, and he began to perform the exercises.

Boom –

Immediately.

Lin Chuhao's aura at the peak of the Xuanhai Sea suddenly exploded at this moment. The abundant qi and blood poured into the body, constantly filling the scars.

shattered bones, torn meridians, minced muscles......

It is all under the infusion of this qi and blood, and it is quickly repaired. At the same time, hundreds of limbs poured in, causing a terrifying torrent of internal energy to surge again in the veins that had previously been as dry as a desert.

If someone stood beside Yang Mucheng at this time, he could even hear the sound of a vast river flowing endlessly from his body.

"Genkai mid-stage!"

Clenched his fists, Yang Mucheng only felt full of pride.

With his sleeves raised, he strode forward. Walking towards the palace of the Holy Qing Dynasty step by step, the army in front of him, countless crowds scattered like a tide. He didn't stop until he reached the heights. Overlooking it, the Shengqing Dynasty has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in his hands!

From today.

He is no longer a little emperor in the mortal realm in that person's mouth, but a great emperor who has opened up a prosperous world in the martial arts world!

Admired by hundreds of millions of people, he enjoys the surrender of all armies.

The big husband should be like this, and achieve a grand hegemony. His eyes swept away, and Yang Mucheng's voice resounded through the palace:

"From now on!"

"The Shengqing Dynasty has died, and my Daqian has replaced the Shengqing Dynasty and changed the name of the country to the Daqian Dynasty!"

His voice fell.

The hosts surrendered and shouted in unison:

"Long live my emperor!"

The cheers rose to the sky and resounded through the sky.

Yang Mucheng bowed his head slightly, and waved his big hand: "All the soldiers are flat!"

"Come here!"

"Come here!"

One by one, the Black Flag Army arrested the civil and military officials of the old department of the Holy Qing Dynasty.

Lin Yusheng, who was dressed in a dragon robe, was dragged in front of Yang Mucheng like a dead dog, kneeling at his feet.

"Emperor Yang, spare your life!"

"Emperor Yang, I am willing to serve you as the Lord and put on armor for you!"

"Emperor Yang......"

There was a whistling and a loud sound.

Yang Mucheng didn't look at it, and waved his right hand.

Hundreds of Black Flag soldiers raised their swords in unison, only to hear a 'poof', and countless heads rolled down.

"Old Devil Yang......"

Lin Yusheng looked at Yang Mucheng with a frightened face.

Now.

This sixteen-year-old boy is not a demon in his eyes. Take away his country, seize his throne, kill his ancestors, and replace the Holy Qing Dynasty. At this moment, Lin Yusheng's heart actually had a trace of pride, and he shouted loudly:

"Old Demon Yang, the winner is king, and the loser is the loser! But you remember, the bloodline of the Wulin family will not end here. One day, someone will come to kill you! He will set foot on your Great Qianguo and hang your corpse on top of the Shengqing Dynasty to make you a violent corpse wilderness!"

"Hahahaha......"

"What if you have the Dragon Hall, even if you replace me. You will spend the rest of your days in trepidation. Every day, every hour, you will live in fear, and someone will come to avenge me!"

Ma Ping opened his eyes angrily and raised his sword: "Death is coming, and there is so much nonsense ......"

He was about to cut it off, but Yang Mucheng waved his right hand lightly.

"Lin Yusheng, are you talking about your eldest son, the crown prince of the Shengqing Dynasty? Don't worry, after I have dealt with all the affairs of this Great Qianhuang Dynasty, I will personally go to the Tuotian Palace to eliminate future troubles. After speaking, Yang Mucheng glanced at Ma Ping and said lightly:

"Slash!"

"Old Demon Yang, I curse you, I curse you for not dying well, I curse you for the same fate as me. I curse you to ruin your kingdom and destroy ......"

Puff~

Before Lin Yusheng's words fell, his head rolled down obliquely, his eyes wide, and he didn't bat at death.

Yang Mucheng waved his hand and motioned to take it away. With a sigh of relief, he looked at the distant Tuotian Palace, where the Holy Ape Dynasty was located, and raised his hands.

"It seems that I have to go to this Heavenly Palace!"

......

Tuotian Palace!

This school is built in a towering mountain, the thirty-six peaks are uneven, scattered, known as the thirty-six peaks of the sky. The largest main peak is where the Tuotian Palace is located. This main peak, like a palm poking up from the earth, props up the continuous palace one by one, so far it is known as the Tuotian Palace!

In a chic courtyard.

A young man was cultivating cross-legged, and an incense burner was placed beside him, and the smoke was slowly wafting.

This is the 'Tranquility Incense'.

After burning, it can quickly immerse the mind and enter a state of concentration. The price of each incense stick is as high as 3,000 stones. Don't look at this young man, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, in fact, his age has already passed the sixtieth year, he is seventy-six years old, just because he has the skill to stay in the face, he looks like a teenager.

"Alas!"

After a moment, the boy opened his eyes and couldn't help but sigh. "What the hell is going on, in the last few months, I have always been unable to calm down and cultivate, as if something is about to happen. It's a pity that the imperial tomb is about to open, and I can't go back to China to take a look. ”

At this time, I only heard a muffled sound of 'bang', and the gate of the courtyard was knocked open. A sergeant, covered in blood, almost stumbled in.

"General Zhao?"

The boy stood up abruptly, his eyes narrowed.

This man is a general of the Shengqing Dynasty and a confidant of his father, and he will never leave the imperial capital until the last resort. How did he get here now?

"The Prince's ......"

The sergeant was hit by an arrow in his chest, and he was already dying, and he was able to support it for so long, completely relying on his cultivation as a Xuanqi Grandmaster. Seeing the young man, a rare trace of blood flashed on his pale face, and he forced his last breath and said, "The Holy Qing Dynasty is dead!"

"What?" the boy was shocked. "Who did it?"

Yang ...... Yang, Lao ...... Demon!"

After speaking.

The sergeant was paralyzed and completely out of breath.

"Old Demon Yang, can he destroy my Holy Qing Dynasty?" the young man clenched his fists, anger flashing in his eyes. "No matter who you are, I, Lin Ao, will never let you go......"

(End of chapter)