At that moment, all eyes of Chang'an City were focused on the imperial palace.

The silver-white sword energy flashed across and split open the south gate of the palace.

Jiang Yongning, the sword god in white, has stopped countless masters of the dynasty with one sword. His beard and hair are swaying, his robes are billowing, his sword intention is flamboyant, and his style is fully displayed.

"Wearing white clothes, one person and one sword can control the dynasty."

"Is this the true strength of the sword god Jiang Yongning in white?"

Countless sword cultivators in Chang'an City were amazed, and their swords kept trembling.

"Your Majesty, let's go."

Tai Fangrong, the Master of Killing God, and Ruan Qiu, a senior student from the Black and White Academy, stood beside King Zhenbei. They didn't have much trouble in their hearts.

Especially Fang Rong, she has more than a million bones in her hands?

She knew very well that great achievements were forged with blood. From the moment the old emperor took action, a bloody battle involving millions of soldiers was destined.

"well."

King Zhenbei glanced in the direction of Qiankun Hall with a complicated expression, and bowed in the distance.

This bow is the end of the relationship between king and minister.

In fact, from the moment his son Lu Nianli was born eighteen years ago, he knew that this day would definitely come.

"Let's go!"

After bowing, Lu Wudi turned around resolutely and rode out of the city.

The imperial city has long been stained red with blood.

The official roads were littered with the corpses of royal guards and knights-errants.

"My Buddha is compassionate."

Fang Rong lowered her head and chanted in front of countless corpses.

Half of the Imperial City Guards died under her plan. Unexpectedly, she had to break the killing ban for the prince as soon as they came down from the mountain.

As a Buddhist practitioner, all she can do is to save these dead souls.

The three of them galloped on horseback and soon rushed out of the city.

The sword god in white fights and then retreats.

After all, he is only one person, and it is only temporary for one person to stand up to countless masters of the dynasty. If he continues to fight and does not retreat, he will still be surrounded and killed.

Outside the Qiankun Hall, the shadow supported the old emperor.

The two of them looked into the distance.

The figure of the sword god in white gradually faded away.

"Did you still let them escape?"

"The strength of the sword god in white is much stronger than before! I'm afraid he has reached the peak of the creation realm." Shadow said unwillingly.

"The three ministers united with so many masters from the dynasty, but they were stopped by him with one sword and one person."

"We can only wait for the big worshiper and the second worshiper to come out of seclusion."

The old emperor sighed.

He calculated that the siege would fail.

I just didn't expect that Lu Wudi would lay out so many hidden lines, and at least half of the defenders in Chang'an City would turn against him.

There is also Fang Rong, a counselor in the Northern Territory who has been practicing Buddhism for many years. Not only has he not returned to his original intention, but he has single-handedly controlled a large number of Jianghu sects and laid countless secret lines in Chang'an City.

"That's fine!"

The old emperor said: "In this way, it will be a fair fight. All the hidden lines in the northern region will be uprooted, and it will be more convenient for the dynasty to act."

At this moment, the old emperor suddenly figured it out.

Over the years, he has been as fearful of the Northern Territory as a tiger, always thinking of taking back the Northern Territory without any bloodshed through various strategies.

As the emperor of the Dafeng Dynasty, why should he be afraid of a king with a different surname?

At least in terms of military superiority, the royal family still beats the Northern Territory.

In this case, it's time to fight again.

…

Outside Chang'an City.

Lu Wudi and his party gathered with Lu Nianli and his party.

"Aunt Fang, you are so amazing."

Lu Nianli smiled and looked at Fang Rong, who had a kind face and was dressed as a master's wife, and sincerely praised her.

Others are horrified.

It is really terrifying for people who practice Buddhism to practice to the point where they can kill people like crazy.

Even though her hands are stained with the world's blood and her feet step on millions of bones, Fang Rong can still calmly eat fast and chant Buddha's name.

It is enough to witness how strong the mentality of this murderous master is.

"Your Majesty, do you want to learn?"

"A poor nun can teach you."

Fang Rong smiled kindly.

"Uh~"

Lu Nianli waved his hand quickly, "I don't like to fight and kill, so I'd rather be a happy son. If Aunt Fang wants to teach me, she can teach my second sister."

How can you be as happy as playing poker with a beautiful woman when you are fighting and killing?

Fang Rong smiled and said, "You are very concerned about Changle."

"Of course siblings should care about each other."

Lu Nianli said seriously: "To be honest with Aunt Fang, the second sister is better suited to the art of controlling people than I am."

Fang Rong shook her head.

He said something shocking.

"Girls are not suitable for Machiavellian tactics, fighting and killing."

Everyone: "???"

That’s right!

The person in front of me is not a girl.

You are a female Bodhisattva!

"Okay, let's go back to the Northern Territory and talk about other things first."

Lu Wudi looked back at Chang'an City, "Don't underestimate the royal family. Their power is far more than this. The real confrontation begins now."

"Father, you, Aunt Fang, Mr. Da, and Uncle Jiang should go back to the Northern Territory first!"

"I'm going to Pingnancheng to see my second sister."

Lu Nianli still had the ancestral phoenix essence and blood in his hand, so he had to use it on his second sister first.

You can ignore other things, the second sister’s plan to cultivate an empress cannot be delayed.

Lu Wudi glanced at him faintly.

"You seem to be very clingy to your second sister recently! You were not like this before. You avoided Changle like a tiger or a wolf, for fear that she would urge you to get married and practice cultivation."

"Isn't it because I feel sorry for my sister when I grow up?" Lu Nianli said with a smile.

"Okay, you go."

Lu Wudi didn't care too much, "If there are other actions, my father will send a message to you."

After that, Lu Wudi and his group turned their horses and headed north.

"call!"

Lu Nianli was thankful.

Successfully escaped disaster.

If you follow your father back to the Northern Territory, will you be forced to practice the 'Buddhist King Kong' every day?

After practicing, you still have to take a class from ‘Mr. Big’ Ruan Qiu to learn the art of the emperor’s mind.

My scalp goes numb just thinking about it, how many beauties I could have in-depth communication with during this time.

"I don't know if the songs from the Southern Region are good or not."

Sitting in the carriage, lying on the lap of the young courtesan Shen Baiwei, with his eyes covered, Lu Nianli "sees things and misses people". The music in Chang'an City is large and white, vulgar but not expensive.
To be continued...