Chapter 448 On the Hometown Platform

On the night of the full moon, at this time, at the same time, at the same time, in the distant Daxia Dynasty, on the Yushan Mountain, a high platform was standing under the shadow of the moon. Wangxiangtai is 36,000 feet high, and the whole body is the main sword of Lingyu. It is located on the edge of Yushan's spiritual eyes. It is inlaid with countless rare treasures, forming countless rune arrays that emit strange fluctuations. What surprised Daxia's soldiers and civilians was that they and others had never heard of these runes, let alone seen them.

It seems that Princess Weirui came from the spiritual mountain by herself, and the identity of the immortal to the earth is really a little accurate. Otherwise, how to practice the most knowledgeable witch festivals in this array? On this Wangxiang platform, the layers of arrays are densely depicted. The ink is full of aura, and at least it is the blood of the ten-order monsters. Perhaps only a strong and grand country like Daxia can take it out. If it were other small countries, it may be ruined.

But even so, it consumed more than half of Daxia's inventory. Looking at the empty treasury, the minister in charge of the treasury was so painful that he almost jumped off the building. Fortunately, I heard that the Wangxiangtai will open a channel to the fairyland. The finance minister in charge is a little better. It is said that the fairyland is full of spiritual grass, with strong fairy spirit, and the beautiful jade gems are like the earth of the lower world. If such a channel can really be opened, people will definitely be sent to draw it for three days. At night, make up for these losses. This is one of the twelve treasure treasures that have been filled since the founding of Daxia. It has been almost exhausted. If it really can't be completed, the poor finance minister will really kill the jade step.

Panyi is also quite helpless. Daxia's finance minister has been passed down from generation to generation. He has been in charge of Daxia's treasury since the founding of Daxia. It's just that every generation of patriarchs are the number one miser. Even if he is the king, it is extremely difficult to spend some money. In the words of the current finance minister, good steel needs to be used on the blade, and no money that should not be spent can be moved.

Perhaps it was this almost paranoid stingy that made the first generation of Xia Wang decide to appoint the Xiahou family as the financial officials of the Great Xia Dynasty. The contemporary patriarch Xiahou stood under the steps with an ugly face, and his eyes glanced over the beautiful jade-carved platform from time to time, and his eyes were full of flesh and pain. Five fingers were folded in the sleeves, and they kept pinching quickly. Xiahou couldn't help muttering. Obviously, it is heartache that this Wangxiangtai, which has cost a lot of money to build, Xiahou Yitong. When his father named him, he has already placed a belief in him and is in charge of Daxia's treasury. A piece of copper can't be wasted.

At present, this Wangxiangtai has consumed so much gold, silver and jewelry, and Xiahou Yitong, who is not a penny, only feels that his heart is dripping blood. If you really can't get these losses back, you can really find a small hemp rope and hang a willow tree. The king of Xia beside him listened to Xiahou Yitong's words and rolled his eyes from time to time. The old man was good at everything, but he was too stingy with this property. Isn't it just a high platform? The ancestors left twelve treasurehouses, but only used one. If this matter is done, why not talk about one treasure house and collect twelve treasureries?

What's more, even if it's not to open the fairyland channel, what does it matter just to win a smile? Xia Wang, who looked far worse than before, did not notice it at all. He didn't know when his originally bright eyes had become cloudy, and at the bottom of his eyes, an unfathomable black line flashed with a strange light. It is the strange and difficult method of the demon clan to control the heart and god. Today's Xia Wang Pan Jie has been controlled by the witch Nannan, and his strong cultivation is only an empty shell left.

This is also the peace of the summer, which makes people's hearts relaxed, and then they will suffer this disaster. In this country of Daxia, it is too powerful and arrogant, and the peerless masters are emerging one after another. If there are really a few people sitting in the palace, how can the witch be rampant? The abnormality of King Xia has long aroused suspicion. It's a pity that since more than ten generations ago, Daxia's predecessors and masters have avoided the world, pursued the unpredictable way of the gods, and never ignored secular things.

At present, in the government and the opposition, although there are many masters, there is no big monk who has the magic power of the rules, which makes the witch Nannan have the opportunity to take advantage of and confuse the King Xia. The fiery color appeared in Panjie's eyes, staring at the high platform in front of him. The beautiful woman in a light veil and a graceful figure, the slender waist that can be grasped and the constant twisting rhythm made a hot current in Panjie's lower abdomen surge, secretly swallowing saliva.

As if she felt Pan Ji's eyes, Nan Nan looked back and smiled, and the charming color of all sentient beings was revealed. This matter has to yearn for the opening of the door of the fairyland. According to the beauty, in the fairyland, there are many beauties like her. She will find a few more touching beauties to serve herself, which is really a kind of happy trouble. I fell into this happy trouble when I lost my reason. I don't know why my physical strength has been getting worse and worse recently. I remember that I could be energetic on the second day, but on this beauty, I can't be disarmed and surrender for a while. If I really have a few such bea. How can you bear it?

Irmented the troubles, and an imperceptible strange smile appeared on the corners of Nannan's mouth as she turned around. Her arms spread out and danced under the moon. The moonlight is like blood, and the sad red is soaked in the earth. A few miles away from the Wangxiangtai, I don't know when a strange formation has been laid. With the dancing of Nannan here, the distant array is also shaking. 1,200 young women are dressed in tulle with a strange rhythm. Dancing.

Pink-legged jade stocks are stacked layer by layer. If there is a man present, he will definitely be lured to leave a nosebleed by the seductive woman looming under the countless tulle. If the monster is here, he will definitely find that these women are all women playing in the Yushan Palace, and they are all beauties from Princess Wei Rui. However, at this moment, these girls' eyes seem to flow, and the wonderful state is full of beauty, but the bottom of their eyes is a terrible hollow color.

Under them, there are piles of dry bodies piled up layer by layer. Look at the clothes, they are the soldiers guarding Yushan. Isn't this number tens of thousands? And the breath of these girls is also strange and scary. They have reached the peak of Jindan. You know, as early as five months ago, when they were sent to the palace, they were just mortals!

On the towering ancient trees outside the array, a small and lovely kingfisher is looking coldly at the girls dancing below. The filth at the looming legs shows the origin of these girls' terrible cultivation, but they are also looking at this huge cultivation. He blew himself up and died!