Chapter 1 The troubled times

At the junction of the border of the Song Dynasty and the south, the whole Jintong County is now occupied by the Song Dynasty, leaving Qingtian God Religion missing an important mineral resource. Three days of autumn rain wet the Jintong Plain with a layer of hazy fog, and a pair of eyes in the city adjacent to Jintong County in the south stared coldly at a junction in the west.

At the junction of the Song Dynasty and the south, a carriage sprayed at a high speed, and behind it, there were countless Qingtian God's cavalry chasing the carriage. There was no sign on the carriage, and for the Qingtian God's cavalry, the people in the carriage were extremely important, because they received the order to kill the people in the carriage.

"Miss, there is no way for me and Xiaolan to stop them if it goes on like this," an old man in the carriage said to a girl.

The girl did not cover the face that could make countless Shunyan in the world crazy with a veil, and another young girl beside the girl also looked at the girl.

The girl in the middle sighed slightly and then said, "There is no doubt that you will die this time. Why do you have to risk that they want to kill me?"

"Miss, how can you say that you are the last descendant of Huasheng Mountain? If you die, how can we explain to the old master?" The old man looked at the girl and said.

The girl in the carriage is the little painting of the holy mountain, and the demise of the countries in the south also marks the end of the holy land of the sect. After the demise of the royal families of various countries, countless iron riders of the Qingtian God Religion began to destroy the disciples and descendants of the holy land of the sect. Originally, Zhou Xuan and others fled to the Qing Dynasty where the teacher was located in the secret road of the painting holy mountain.

However, when the teacher left the Qing Dynasty, the iron horse of the Qingtian God Religion took less than three days to destroy the royal family of the Qing Dynasty, and the descendants of countless sects hiding in the Qing Dynasty were also found.

With the protection of many disciples and servants of Huasheng Mountain, Xuan left with difficulty next week and then fled to the Song Dynasty. The killing order issued by the head of the Qingtian God Sect personally plunged Zhou Xuan and his party into a desperate situation. From the original more than ten people now there are only four people who have fled all the way.

And for the world today, the strength of the Song Dynasty today is that even the Qingtian God Religion dares not touch it.

This time, the iron horse chasing Zhou Xuan and others is the Qingtian Haoyang horse, the most powerful cavalry of the Qingtian God Sect. The Qingtian God cavalry, which was originally far away, was about to chase the carriage last week in less than a quarter of an hour.

The old man and the girl in the car calmly looked at the box in front of him, but they were extremely anxious. If the young lady died, they would be more uneasy if they could not explain to the dead owner.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped with a brake, and then the old man and the girl looked ahead in surprise, and saw countless Qingtian God's iron riders appeared on the plain in front of them.

"How is it possible" Seeing why a team of old cavalry of the Qingtian God Sect suddenly appeared in the territory of the Song Dynasty, he said

Zhou Xuan looked at the iron horse that appeared in front of him calmly, and then he heard that the iron horse chasing him in the rear had arrived at the side of the carriage.

"Mr. Little Painting, we will make you die more decent if you hand over something like that," said a leader of the iron horse to the carriage.

"Stand" The old man and the girl immediately changed their faces and then pulled out their swords. As soon as they were ready to go out, they were shouted around.

The old man and the girl looked at Zhou Xuan and then the old man said "Miss"

"Bache, I understand, but I don't want you to be in place. I'm dead," said Zhou Xuan and walked out of the carriage with the box.

The old man and the girl watched Zhou Xuan walk out of the carriage and immediately got up and walked out of the carriage. Countless iron riders of the Qingtian Church surrounded the carriage.

Standing on the carriage, he looked at the corners of his mouth and said, "If I give it to you, I must let them leave first"

The leader of the Iron Horse looked at Zhou Xuan and sneered, "Mr. Little Painting, this is not a deal"

After listening to it, Zhou Xuan looked at the leader's eyes and said with determination, "Then I will destroy it." After saying that, he saw the light of Zhou Xuan's hands holding the box.

After looking at it, the leader immediately took action and saw a gorgeous brilliance coming towards the circle. The old man and the girl immediately took action to meet the gap between the glorious realm. After a collision, the two flew backwards and the brilliance still came to the circle.

Zhou Xuan was not afraid to close his eyes and his hands were getting closer and closer to the long gun of the leader of the iron horse. The old man and the girl lay on the ground and looked at Zhou Xuan sadly.

xiu...

An arrow slid through the sky and directly killed the leader. After that, he saw countless arrows flying over countless Qingtian god iron riders who were unprepared and fell from the horse after being pierced through the chest by an arrow and died.

This sudden change made everyone on the battlefield look at the arrow flying in the direction and then the light in his hand disappeared. The old man and the girl saw that the iron horse's face in the distance was full of surprise.

The Qingtian Haoyang cavalry in the distance looked indifferently at the cavalry coming from afar to reveal the incomparable realm, and the leading general released the breath of the apocalypse realm.

A team of horses wearing black armor on the flat ground in the distance, and the horses sitting with red clouds on the armor can be compared with the Qingtian Haoyang cavalry.

"Black Red Cloud Army" stood on the carriage and muttered.

There was no words and no action. It was just a simple wave of the generals on both sides and the two most powerful teams of cavalry in the world charged up and fought together in less than a moment.

At this time, the owner of the killing was watching the strongest cavalry in the world on the plain at this moment.

.......

Song Lin'an Inner City Supervision Institute

In a dark house, Zhao Feng looked at the rows of wooden tablets, which were all five heroes who belonged to the ancestors of the Supervision Institute who sacrificed for the Song Dynasty. As soon as they entered the monitoring house, they entered the dark world. They wanted to give up everything they wanted, and these people could not be buried openly even after death, so they had this room.

The parting outside the door came in and saw Zhao Feng's back, and the death of Mr. Er of the Academy was a heavy blow to Zhao Feng, and the parting felt that Zhao Feng today was different from the previous one, but that feeling could not be said.

"How's it going?" Zhao Feng looked at the wooden tablet and said.

After parting, he bowed his head and said, "I have picked up the little painting saint"

Zhao Feng continued to wait for the parting.

"That kind of thing has been handed over to Lanwan's secret place," the parting continued.

"Farewell, do you know how many predecessors of the Supervision Institute are here?" Zhao Feng did not answer parting but said another question.

Looking at the rows of wooden monuments, the ancestors who could not die with real lives after death, sighed in their hearts. Just as the supervision entered the dark world, the Supervision Institute sacrificed countless geniuses and talents for the Song Dynasty, and they could only leave in the dark in the end.

"A total of 13,000 ancestors were worshipped here, and 21,000 ancestors died in places we didn't know," Separation looked at the wooden monuments and said sadly.

"The former kings who have always led the Supervision Institute will come here to pay tribute, because it is the Supervision Institute's confrontation with the Qingtian God Religion in the dark world, it is the Black Red Cloud of the Supervision Institute's confrontation with Qingtian Haoyang, and it is the incorruptity and selflessness of the Supervision Institute to avoid corruption in the Song Dynasty." Zhao Feng looked at the wooden monument in the room and said.

After parting, he was silent. He was an orphan who joined the Supervision Institute since he was a child. Now he regards the Supervision Institute as his home and blocks the important things that the Song Dynasty protects.

"The order went down, and the prince and the second prince, who were close to them, also monitored," Zhao Feng turned around and said to the parting.

After leaving, he nodded and left the room. Zhao Feng looked at the wooden tablet in the room and said, "Uncle has set off chaos, so I'll take the first step"

Lan Wan's Secret Land

The book of heaven floated in the air on the huge altar in front of him, and a magician walked to the front of the altar with a wooden box in his hand.

Countless emperors and princes in the secret territory looked at the wooden box with a look of surprise, and the Song Taizu on the huge pillar in the center showed his face.

The magician stood in front of the altar and slowly opened the box and saw a butterfly guarding in the middle of the box. The butterfly was frozen by some substance but still emitted the breath of heaven.

"I finally found the key, and the next step is the ladder and the door," Taizu of the Song Dynasty whispered.

Emperor Zhaoxu stood far away and watched the butterfly being placed on the altar without any expression. It took a long time to sigh.

Behind the college, the mountain man sat next to the waterfall while Lu Xiaoxiao stood behind the man.

"The key has appeared," said the teacher.

"The third brother..." Lu Xiao's novel was interrupted by the teacher's wave.

The teacher looked at the sky and said, "He has been it since birth"

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