Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　The essence of a set of exercises, under the control of the primordial spirit, is like returning a hundred rivers to the sea, more like a furnace raising a hundred scriptures, and integrating into the supreme Daluotian divine art.

　　Suddenly, a vision appeared behind Ying Yu.

　　In a cloud of auspicious clouds and mists, there are crystal clear, sacred and towering palaces, such as Yun Gong Mo shuttles through the clouds, iron armor is like clouds, patrolling the palace towers above the clouds.

　　"His Majesty the Emperor!"

　　"His Majesty the Emperor!"

　　"His Majesty the Emperor!"

　　In the clear sea of ​​​​knowledge, the voices and shouts echoed, and strands of golden clouds were like golden arrows that cut through the sea of ​​​​clouds, and they merged into Ying Yu Yuanshen through the connection that existed in the dark.

　　On the night of his arrival at Mantuo Villa, he secretly ordered his subordinates to start building up the belief in the Emperor of Heaven, and now he can reap the power of belief!talent.

Chapter 92

　　Buzz!

　　The primordial spirit in the sea of ​​knowledge turns and refines the pure faith provided by the budding belief in the emperor of heaven.

　　It has been more than a month since I came to Mantuo Villa, and it took Ying Yu only ten days to imprint all the secrets in Langhuan Jade Cave in his mind.

　　After that, on the one hand, he waited for Mrs. Shan Meixian's Dongming number to come, and interviewed the famous Mrs. Dongming with a deep background. Integrate into the Supreme Daluo Tian Divine Art.

　　Today, the power of faith provided by the temples of the Emperor of Heaven built by Gu Xichao and others in his name is the last ounce of help for the breakthrough.

　　In Ying Yu's immortal body, dozens of great Zhoutians can be run through the meridians of the whole body with a single flick of a finger.

　　In the body, there is a hidden sound of tiger and leopard thunder.

　　Hundreds of great Zhoutians have been suppressed to this day, and the infuriating energy like a flood blocked by a dam has finally exceeded the limit that the dam can bear, breaking through the shackles, pure and pure, and his skill is not inferior to that of a master of heaven and man like Zhang Sanfeng. smooth flow.

　　The realm of the master, complete!

　　Ying Yu opened his eyes, the shiny folds in his eyes, red orange yellow green blue blue purple seven colors of light like a swirling vortex.

　　Crackling!

　　Ying Yu reached one of the two main purposes of the Song Empire at this juncture where he was about to start his army.

　　Sensing the power that has nearly doubled, even if he does not use the Heavenly Emperor's body, he is confident that he will defeat the enemy in the realm of the great master again!

　　Thinking like this, Ying Yu got up from the futon, and there was a crisp sound from the bones all over her body.Divine consciousness sees its own body, the meridians and bones are shifted, and it actively fits the supreme Daluotian divine art.

　　…………

　　The dawn breaks, and the roosters croak.

　　A new day starts again. In the early morning of summer, the air is a little moist, and a drop of dew is condensed on the branches and leaves of the ubiquitous mandala flower in the Mandala Villa. The sun shines, and it is as crystal clear as the finest pearls.

　　"what?"

　　In the past few days, Murong Qiudi felt unwell and could only reopen one room.

　　Not seeing him overnight, Murong Qiudi felt that some kind of change had taken place in Ying Yu's body, her bearing was condensed, her skills were restrained, she was like a common man who didn't know martial arts, and her already crystal clear skin had an extra touch of jade.

　　"Yinglang, have you broken through to the realm of a grandmaster?"

　　"Yeah." Ying Yu nodded, "After being suppressed for so long, I accumulated it last night, a natural breakthrough."

　　"Too!"

　　Murong Qiudi was wearing a long dress that was as bright as blood, and the loose blue silk was tied into a woman's bun.

　　Hearing what Ying Yu said, Murong Qiudi's face became clear.

　　"Master Ying, Miss Murong."

　　During the conversation between Ying Yu and Murong Qiudi, Wang Yuyan, who was dressed in a long snow-white dress, was like a fairy who had entered the world by mistake. Heart crossed.

　　"Yuyan, what's wrong?"

　　"Miss Murong," Wang Yuyan said beautifully, "My mother asked me to invite you to dinner together, as if I have something to say."

　　"Please, Miss Wang, lead the way!"

　　"Ah."

　　…………

　　"Master Ying, Miss Murong, Yuyan!"

　　When Ying Yu and Murong Qiudi, led by Wang Yuyan, came to the dining hall, Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo was already waiting.

　　On the dinner table, there are fried dough sticks, vegetarian buns, soy milk, porridge, pickles and other breakfasts.

　　Li Qingluo, who was dressed in a gorgeous dress, showed off her splendid demeanor, when she saw Ying Yu and Murong Qiudi coming, she gracefully put on a sweet smile and stood up to greet her.

　　"Mrs. Wang!"

　　Ying Yu nodded at the other party, even if he had already said hello.After all, he is Li Qingluo's aunt's man, her uncle!

　　"Sister Li." Murong Qiudi pulled up Li Qingluo's snow-white wrist, like a sister with a different surname.

　　Everyone took their seats and had breakfast.

　　"Master Ying," Li Qingluo tasted a crispy fried dough stick and ate it in small bites. Every move was elegant, "The concubine has just received the news, and the Dongming will be arriving in the next few days."

　　"Oh?" Ying Yu was startled, showing a hint of joy, "Really?"

　　Da Song, after all, was not the Qing Dynasty that he had been in business for several years. After the bloody battle, he sent all his subordinates to perform tasks.

　　Therefore, in terms of news, it is not as well-informed as Li Qingluo, a local snake.

　　"Mother, then can I see Sister Wanjing again!" Wang Yuyan, who was smothering her head next, raised her head in surprise when she heard these words.

　　Mantuo Mountain Villa is left behind and independent, Li Qingluo has a weird temper, and the servants in the villa are respectful and awe-inspiring to Wang Yuyan, a very good-tempered young lady, and she rarely has a playmate.

　　Besides her cousin Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan's best friend is Princess Shan Wanjing, who is in a similar situation to her!

　　"Yeah." Li Qingluo looked at her beloved daughter, "After Wanjing came, you just happened to get together with her."

　　"Thank you mother." Wang Yuyan said obediently.

　　Li Qingluo, Wang Yuyan's mother and daughter, Ying Yu, Murong Qiudi, the four of them gathered together, eating breakfast and chatting together, as if they were a family!

　　Gollum!

　　Ying Yu never liked soy milk. After eating a few fried dough sticks, two marinated eggs, and two vegetarian steamed buns, she drank the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl.

　　"Young Master Murong, what are you doing?"

　　"Get out of the way, you dare to block my son's way!"

　　"This Mantuo Villa is the property of my son's uncle's family, how can you talk about it?"

　　…………

　　There was a sudden noise in the distance, occasionally mixed with the shouts of Li Qingluo's maids.

　　"Mrs. Wang, a bad guest is coming!" Ying Yu took out the silk handkerchief, wiped her mouth and palms, and said to Li Qingluo slowly.

　　Bad guy?

　　Li Qingluo was stunned for a moment, she was used to being arrogant, ordinary people couldn't provoke her, and those who could handle her mostly knew her background and were unwilling to make enemies for nothing.

　　For so many years, no one dared to be presumptuous in front of her!

　　"Aunt, cousin, here I come!"

　　While Li Qingluo was confused, a clear voice sounded.

　　A young man in his early twenties, with sword eyebrows and bright eyes, with a sword hanging from his waist, strode into the side hall.

　　Murong Fu!

　　"cousin!"

　　Goodbye to my beloved cousin, Wang Yuyan looked surprised and almost knocked over the soy milk in front of her.

　　Brush and pull!

　　Murong Fu's eyes were clear, and his gaze swept across the dining table. Although he was always arrogant and handsome, when he saw the man in white, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

　　Goodbye to the other party and sit with their aunt and cousin for dinner, with angry flames in their eyes.

　　tread!tread!tread!

　　Murong Fu didn't come alone, the four families would file in.

　　Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, the package is different, the storm is bad! .

Chapter 93

　　"Miss Wang, who is this?"

　　Before Murong could speak again, Deng Baichuan, who was behind him, frowned and looked at the only man in the field.

　　Wang Yuyan said: "Brother Deng, this is Ying Yu, the pavilion master of Tiandao Pavilion. I heard from my mother that he is the husband-in-law of my aunt. The woman beside him is Murong Qiudi, from Murong Mountain Villa in Qing Dynasty!"

　　Wang Yuyan could only hold one Murong Fu in her eyes, and when Deng Baichuan asked, she shook out Ying Yu's old bottom.

　　Seeing that her daughter was so innocent and covered her face with her hands, Li Qingluo felt that she was embarrassed.

　　Wang Yuyan's aunt's husband!

　　Murong Fu and the four generals didn't know that Li Canghai had deep internal skills, full of qi and blood, and at the age of seventy or eighty years old, he was still like a beautiful woman in her early twenties.

　　Hearing Wang Yuyan say this, a picture came to mind: a picture of an old woman with goose-skinned hair pressing down on this beautiful and unparalleled pavilion master of Tiandao!

　　"vomit!"

　　Thinking like this, the most straight-minded turmoil can't help but bend over and vomit.

　　Bao's different mouth is more direct than the storm, and he directly said, "It turns out that after the so-called Daqin clan, the pavilion master of Tiandao Pavilion is actually a little white-face who betrays her looks!"