Roaming through the world of Doraemon

After so many years of tacit understanding, we save a lot of energy in our conversations. When we say three equals three, we don't question it.

Similarly, even though only Taihe Jun was on the side of light of the Yin-Yang family, as the carriage moved forward, Xiao Zhuang could feel a special kind of real gas on both sides of his body. This was no worse than Taihe Jun's. As the carriage moved, Xiao Zhuang could feel a special kind of real gas on both sides of his body.

As for the special true gas on their bodies, even if they are not as strong as Lin Jiao, they are no different from Lin Jiao, and even infinitely close to Lin Jiao's current level.

"If you don't speak up, there's no room for change. Just do it!"

The next moment, Taihejun's voice rang out again from the top left corner!

At some point, a strange sense of danger began to spread in Xiao Zhuang's heart. His breath seemed to pierce the ground with some kind of force, and "810" walked straight to the bottom of the carriage where everyone was.

However, before he could warn him, a concentrated sword light flashed from behind, like electricity. After a "ping-pong" sound, the sense of danger vanished, and Feng Gang's voice came from behind: "Don't worry, I can protect all of you."

You can't protect anyone.

Taihe Jun's voice carried a chilling rage. When the voice fell, Yan Ling might not have felt much, but Xiao Zhuang sensed it. Suddenly, hundreds of strange shapes appeared around his carriage, seemingly powered by magic, shooting out like arrows.

Come down.

But before he could do that, after a piercing whistling sound, hundreds of strange forces were swept away by the brush-like sword, without letting go at all!

Feng Lian, who had just drawn his sword, didn't even move from the carriage behind him. His firm yet stiff voice echoed across half the street: "Starting from here, leave the gate and kill someone. Anyone who stands in our way will die!"

overbearing!

Xiao Zhuang couldn't help but sigh, the people on the British list were a force to be reckoned with, and he could still say that even when facing three masters with skills comparable to the master conductor.

But it wasn't so easy for him in two minutes because...

Zhou Hao

In the darkness, Liao Zikang's authoritative voice rang out again, but this time it seemed different from the previous times!

For a moment, a powerful force swept across the sky, heading straight for the palace, accompanied by a voice that said, "Since you won't come out, I'll have to invite you to sit on the throne!"

"Quick, quick. Hands."

In the still of the night, because this statement was rather profound, it came out, and the hands that had been hiding from all sides were no longer hidden!

When Liao Zikang's voice rang out over Kyoto at night, the entire city was no longer at peace!

On a street not far from the Imperial Palace, a young woman in her twenties strolled through the streets of Kyoto at night with her newlywed, handsome husband. Their relationship was just right, a month into their marriage and a period of relaxation. The family rarely had the money to visit Kyoto. Even though they had heard it was a dangerous place, they were having a wonderful time these days.

Then they came to a flower shop. The man looked at his wife's beautiful eyebrows and thought he would take her hand and lead her to the flower shop. The owner bought some flowers for his wife, but the woman pulled down her clothes.

He looked back at his wife's fingers, which were close to his, and saw a beggar taking off his clothes next to a flower shop not far from them.

Everyone in Kyoto is quite big, so it's not surprising that something like this happens, but...

To his surprise, when the beggar took off his clothes, what was revealed was not the dirty, dry, and emaciated body that an ordinary beggar should have, but the black armor of a dark and reflective army.

They saw it, and naturally, others around them saw it too. Immediately, many people stopped to look at the beggar!

However, I saw the beggar tear off his tattered clothes outside, his body, which appeared quite sturdy beneath his armor, laid out before everyone. Then, I saw him smash the dog-stick with a backhand, revealing a fine sword hidden inside. As his breath burst forth, it was repaired to have over a dozen holes.

Then, ignoring the eyes of those around him, as the pressure and the threat of murder gradually spread, he leaped into the distance, flew away, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

That direction. That's the direction of the royal city!

Combining the man's words from mid-air, the shocked young couple immediately had a bad feeling. The young man didn't buy flowers, but dragged the woman towards the inn. As he walked, he said he was going back to the inn to get his things. Kyoto had become a place of right and wrong.

The others around them were terrified; few had ever seen anything like it before, and a sense of the unknown permeated everyone's hearts.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the southeast corner of the company

As night fell, most of the people staying at the inn slept soundly, with only a few still chatting, drinking, and talking in the rooms...

At that moment, the lights in more than a dozen guest rooms, which had already quieted down and been turned off, suddenly opened.

Led by a hundred experts, dozens of well-meaning individuals, already clad in black armor, emerged and moved along the inn's streets, ambushing a group of Kyoto Guards patrolling the city. After six or seven breaths, even the elite Kyoto Guards were wiped out in the darkness.

Meanwhile, on more than a dozen streets throughout the city, some vendors were still moving around late at night, taking off their outer garments to reveal the interior of the Qin Dynasty's black armor. Table legs or poles were casually crushed by them, and weapons were hidden among them. At least their pulse was exposed. The master had arrived at the palace, where he encountered an unbearable obstacle.

In several directions near the palace in the city, many people hidden in the crowd took off their outer garments, revealing black armor. They were exposed as ordinary people or people dressed as ordinary people. A force of no less than 10,000 people rushed into the imperial city from all directions.

Elsewhere, the same thing happened right under the noses of the people of Kyoto, who had not experienced war for many years and were hardly spared anywhere.

If we observe closely, we can see that although there are thousands of lurking individuals, the largest number are near the palace. At this time, twenty or thirty thousand people, clad in black armor, are rushing towards the palace from all directions. This time, they are very close to the palace, and among them are at least a few thousand masters of the Refined Cave, and several thousand more.

This is a major event unprecedented in the history of Dali Ding Capital. Although Dali Palace can add that the current strength of the Royal Guard is definitely no more than this number, and there are definitely not that many masters, the Liao family has gathered a powerful force to attack the palace, and the number of masters from the middle and lower classes seems to have gained the upper hand from the very beginning.

Just then, the night sky picked up the wind!

A golden light shot in from outside the city, piercing the night sky, passing through the palace, and hovering in the air. After the golden shield disappeared, a man in black armor with white eyebrows was revealed, but he looked only twenty-two or twenty-three years old.

If there is no breath around his body, it is difficult to discern the strength and power in his suspension. The confidence hidden between his brows makes one afraid to look at him. A careful observer can notice that since his appearance, the wind direction within four or five miles has changed, and the autumn wind is blowing out of the city.

Suddenly it turned its direction towards the palace.

Chapter 848 Indifference

This is a very magical thing. Within ten miles, only the surrounding wind changed. This ability to change the natural phenomena of heaven and earth from thin air is really close to the power of God.

What's even more surprising is that his face is so young; he no longer resembles Megatron. Liao Zikang is the ancestor of the Liao people, having cultivated for at least three or four hundred years, making him seem more like a reborn person than the forty or fifty-year-old Liao Zikang.

Once he reaches the state of harmony between man and nature, he has the ability to revive the world in a short period of time!

Suspended in mid-air, he heard the urgent bugle calls from the palace below, watched as the Imperial Army hastily adopted defensive postures, their faces carrying a faint chill, and could hear the sounds of the entire city: "Zhou Hao, can't you come out once you've crashed into the door of a house?"

The collapse of the imperial power had reached its final moment. The Black Armored Qin army had begun attacking the palace, and the roar of war could be heard everywhere. He had not yet heard the sounds he wanted to hear, which made him somewhat disappointed, as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.

But things have come to this point, and there's no way out. He'll fly into the palace to see what Zhou Hao is doing!

At that moment, two purple and one red figures flew down from below and stopped in front of 06.

The man who arrived was tall and imposing, with white eyebrows in his thirties, and dressed in an elegant gray-white outfit.

He wore a red battle suit, his whole body was red but he wasn't hot, and he was still very handsome. His face was full of heroic features, which was obvious at a glance, because there was no one else in the world who had such a habit of being so handsome.

Another person, dressed in purple work clothes, had hands covered in dust, moving like flowing water even without wind. His face was both black and white, and his breathing was no weaker than those around him.

"The Prince of Yan? And, my father-in-law?"

Liao Zikang's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and after his revival, the two passed each other by!

Yama, one of the nine kings of the world, is revered as a beautiful royal woman and the master of five royal families. Her "most glorious work in the world," also known as the "Decision of Apocalypse," is a sacred work at the pinnacle of metaphysics, infinitely approaching the scale of the earth. Centuries of practice have reached a refined peak, often only a line shorter than the burning of Qi King, Martyr, and King. She usually seems to have an invincible reputation, and the ordinary town of Xihai never expected to appear here today.

Compared to Liao Zikang, who was known as his father-in-law, he was not well-known. However, only those who knew him knew that his complete Sunflower Martial Arts had been practiced in a way that no one had ever seen before. After the royal family collected a complete Sunflower Treasure Book, they spent countless manpower, resources, and time to visit a large number of people who had shaped his character. His abilities were as high as those who dared not despise him.

As usual, either of these two men would appear before us before we enter the realm of harmony between man and nature, whether for power or martial arts, Liao Zikang must be polite, but now.

Looking at these two men who had once been terrified of him, Liao Zikang suddenly realized that the changes in leadership were nothing more than a few more times, and a few more enemies had been defeated. The difficulties and challenges he had once found difficult had become unchallenging.

Looking at the two men, he slowly said, "Has Zhou Hao stopped working? Why did he let his brother and the eunuch die? Where is he?"

"Be presumptuous! How dare you call His Majesty by his name?" Cheng Gong's tone was gentle but sharp. He rolled up his purple sleeves, revealing more embroidery needles in his hand.

Liao Zikang ignored him and looked at the Prince of Yan, saying, "In fact, among the nine kings of the court..."

I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. If you surrender under these circumstances, you will still be King Yan, and I will give you as much as Zhou Hao can give you.”

"But I don't want to give you Dalian Mountain."

The King of Yan's voice was infectious; as he spoke, he raised his hand to grasp it. A vast expanse of red, flamboyant, and horizontal power appeared in the sky, like a red storm sweeping across the palace in the center of the sky, and within the vast palace, an explosive power without any temperature burned in the bright red light.

Liao Zikang's eyes swept over a red light: "Is this Li Yang just starting out? The rumors are intense, the most glorious work in the world is also a very good martial art, but are you willing to die only on the first floor? Don't you want to see the second and third floors of Tiangang?"

"If you lose, Wang Juan will be fine."

The King of Yan was neither humble nor uttered a word, nor was he afraid at all!

The world respects the three volumes of Gonggong. In the field of Gonggong practice, one can begin to practice. The King's Scroll is a famous and supreme work. Its power style is divided into two types: pure Yin and Xuan Qi and Li Yang Gang Qi. Each of them trains strength, flexibility and breadth. This scroll can only practice the skills to the peak of the training field.

From this point on, the volume is

The second layer, which replenishes Yin energy, becomes the formula for the dominant spirit. The third layer is the Heavenly Scroll, which is spread as the divine work of Fuxi. One day of success leads to ascension, reaching the supreme sacredness, with limbs regenerating, indestructible, and life without end.

Although Wang Yan wanted to save his life by peeking into the two floors behind him, he could face the thief, but at this moment he had no reason to back down.

Loyalty is why Zhou Hao left him in Kyoto as his last assistant, because he cared more about legitimacy than any other king.

"That doesn't make sense."

Liao Zikang slowly raised his hand!

At this moment, golden light spread across the night sky, just like the rising sun. The area within a ten-mile radius was illuminated by a golden glow, as if it were daytime, and the fiery aura of the Flame King instantly faded.

In the darkness, there was a huge golden dragon in the sky, its head as big as a mountain, its body as long as a mountain, and its horizontal pressure was empty, crushing everything!

Ronaldo

Then, an unprecedentedly gigantic dragon roared as it was swept away by the golden ripples of the hanged heaven and earth, standing in a huge palace that covered forty or fifty miles, and then disintegrated within the circle of golden ripples!

In the shadow of the golden dragon, the angry rebukes of King Yan 810 and Eunuch Cheng were even more powerless than the dragon's roar!

I'm definitely going to sleep tonight!

As golden ripples cleanse the heavens and earth in the central sky!

When the towering and sacred palace collapsed!

When the Imperial Forest Army and the Imperial City Guard, who had always stood before the people, disintegrated, the people of the capital, who had not experienced such a war in thousands of years, finally felt the terror of war.

As a result, the capital city descended into chaos!

Amidst the deafening roar of battle, large numbers of scattered people cried out and fled in all directions around the ruins of the palace, fearing being swept away by a mob unlike any they had seen in centuries. Even so, some in the palace's outskirts could not escape being swept away and killed by the aftershocks, and even more so, some in the palace's outskirts could not escape being swept away and killed elsewhere in the world.

In the air, the famous Prince Yan and his renowned, but powerful, father-in-law had already joined forces with Liao Zikang.

The fierce and masculine energy and the gentle and pure Yin metaphysics, in the hands of Yan Wang

The interplay of red and blue, the interplay of hardness and softness, accompanied by the power of wind, the force to break through mountains and seas, and the power of hegemony are unmatched!

Cheng Gong's embroidery needles were strangely shaped. Using his internal energy, dozens of ordinary embroidery needles flew out like a small, dark red meteor. His sharp internal force was used to defend against the attack in mid-air through the power of golden light.

Chapter 849 The Peak of the Moon

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