The Imperial Guards by the river were also swaying, hunched over to resist the strong wind.

"Save me, save me...!"

There was a cry for help.

I saw many singers dancing on the empty balcony. This time they really danced, dancing wildly in the strong wind.

The people were in panic and were frightened by the sudden strong wind.

What was even more surprising was that the strong wind was like a knife. It could be seen that on all kinds of buildings, wherever the strong wind blew, there were wind marks cut out, which looked shocking.

At this moment, on the high platform.

Zhu Xiongying's figure slowly appeared.

He was maintaining the soul-inducing lamp in Qianqing Palace when he suddenly felt the power of calamity fluctuating.

Just casually, the singers who were blown up by the strong wind and danced in the air were all stable and were sent back to the balcony. When they saw His Majesty the Emperor appearing on the high platform, they quickly knelt down and knelt down to worship.

As for the group of people in the water, Long Shadow Guards had already entered the water to save them immediately, so there was no need to take action.

Zhu Xiongying looked at the big cauldron in front of him.

The Seven-turn Shenyang Pill currently in the cauldron already has the prototype of the pill, but there are still many pitfalls on the surface.

"Wind Tribulation."

There was a hint of violence in Zhu Xiongying's eyes.

This thief wanted to take Lao Zhu's life one second, and the next second he launched a wind tribulation against the Seven-turn Shenyang Pill. This was obviously up to something.

However, Zhu Xiongying couldn't think of a good way yet.

What on earth could I do to hurt this ‘Steward of Heaven’?

The thief can't do anything to him, but Zhu Xiongying can't do anything to him either, which is very unpleasant.

From the current point of view, there is only one way to defeat this 'Heavenly Butler', and that is to break the rules out of anger and be punished by the power of the rules.

And there is one thing that Zhu Xiongying got from "Japanese Sky" as a warning.

Are there unscrupulous people in the Ming Dynasty praying to heaven, and then receiving blessings from the thief God, and then gaining powers that are different from ordinary people, and causing chaos everywhere?

This kind of behavior is harmful to human ethics, but it is obvious that this thief has become a little unscrupulous after being hit by him one after another.

Zhu Xiongying was going to ask Long Yingwei to investigate this matter in detail. At the moment, it was better to put down this storm first.

Raise your hand slightly.

In an instant, a ray of golden light appeared from the palm of Zhu Xiongying's hand.

"Golden Light Spell."

Instantly, with the cauldron as the center, a golden light lit up, instantly covering the surrounding area of ​​100 meters.

Bang bang bang…!

One after another, the wind blades landed on the golden light shield, causing bursts of roars.

However, it cannot cut through the golden light.

Wind is born from wood, and metal overcomes wood.

Knowing the principle of the mutual generation and restraint of the five elements, this thief has no way to use the Seven-turn Shenyang Pill, and the furious roars are muffled from the sky.

In fact, this thief also knows that with Zhu Xiongying here, it is basically impossible for him to get rid of the Seven-turn Shenyang Pill within the normal rules, but he just holds his breath and feels unhappy without venting his anger.

After all, the thief originally wanted to kill Lao Zhu secretly, but unexpectedly he was discovered.

Zhu Xiongying did not leave the platform.

The wind blew all night, and the golden light spell lasted all night.

The next day, the cock crows.

When dawn was approaching, the wind disaster slowly dissipated.

The entire Qinhuai River bank has been destroyed by the wind knife, and there are ruins everywhere.

Especially in the second half of the night, this thief saw that there was no way to break through the golden light shield, so he simply did not attack the Seven-turn Shenyang Pill. Almost all the wind blades slashed towards the riverside buildings to vent his anger.

"Instructions were sent to the Ministry of Industry to assist the people in repairing their houses and treating injuries and illnesses. All the silver needed will be borne by the imperial court."

After leaving such an imperial edict, Zhu Xiongying left.

The Forbidden City, the top of Fengtian Palace.

A figure, standing alone.

Zhu Xiongying stood at the top of the hall, his robes swept by the wind, looking towards the horizon at the ray of dawn that was about to break.

He could clearly feel that there was a heavenly secret that was always locked in the Forbidden City. To be precise, it was locked on Lao Zhu in the Nuange of Qianqing Palace.

The soul-inducing lamp suspended above Lao Zhu will have a moment of greatly weakening the soul-gathering power at the break of dawn. This secret is to take advantage of this moment to draw away Lao Zhu's soul.

Once Lao Zhu's soul was taken away by the thief God, even if Zhu Xiongying refined the Seven-turn Shenyang Pill, he could not save Lao Zhu.

In the sky, there are faint starry nights with shallow clouds.

From a distance, it looks like a ferocious face.

Liu Rixin, who was busy in a corner of the Forbidden City, suddenly felt a chill on his back after checking the last eye formation. He subconsciously looked up at the sky. When he saw the face shaped by the flowing clouds, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

.

He has been dealing with the sky all his life and can feel a deep chill.

His gaze was directed towards His Majesty the Emperor at the top of Fengtian Hall.

"Contend with the sky and claim the title of Emperor of the People."

Liu Rixin took a deep breath.

If in the past he doubted that Zhu Xiongying could not defeat heaven, now, it means that man can defeat heaven.

In Liu Rixin's heart, His Majesty the Emperor was already an immortal holy emperor who could equal the heavens and even conquer the heavens.

………………

at the same time.

Japanese Kyoto, Ping'an Kyo.

The seat of the Muromachi shogunate is the Flower Imperial Palace.

In an exquisite Japanese house surrounded by white cherry blossoms, there was a woman's call that sounded fake and deliberate.

The art of "breathing" is a traditional skill in the island country.

Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, who had just turned thirty-nine at the time, was at an age when he was full of energy. He didn't rest for a night, and he had four prostitutes, but he didn't look for problems within himself.

Each one lasted only a short time, and the one who stayed the longest was just a stick of incense, not including the preparation time. It can be seen that this most powerful figure in the Japanese country was a real quick-fire cannon.

"Father."

Outside the door, Ashikaga Yoshimochi knelt down and begged to see him. The young man's face looked very flustered and uneasy. After all, he knew that his father was busy, so this would disturb him and might make his father angry.

"What's up?"

Ashikaga Yoshimitsu's voice came out, obviously unhappy with Ashikaga Yoshimitsu's interruption during this time period.

Ever since he was kicked inexplicably on the battlefield a few years ago and had no time to receive treatment, he found that his time had been greatly reduced.

When the speed is at its peak, there are only three times, which is simply a shame.

"Father, big names from all over the country have sent letters one after another, reporting the appearance of large Ming troops in each branch."

As soon as Ashikaga Yoshimitsu said these words, the door was pushed open instantly. Ashikaga Yoshimitsu kicked away the prostitute beside him and came to the front of his eldest son with a very serious expression.

"Speak carefully."

Although he only had an umbrella, he was able to unify the Northern and Southern Dynasties and became the most powerful man in Japan since the samurai family came to power. Ashikaga Sankita was by no means a mediocre and hedonistic person, but a proper hero.

A large Ming army suddenly appeared within the country, but as the most powerful person, he did not receive any news. There must be many abnormalities in this.

"yes!"

Seeing Ashikaga Yoshimitsu's appearance, Ashikaga Yoshimitsu did not dare to hesitate in the slightest, and quickly reported the battle reports from each place one by one, causing Ashikaga's three brows to frown more and more.

He never expected that overnight, the situation would become so serious.

Ming troops actually appeared in the eight realms of the country, and their numbers were quite large. According to the battle reports submitted by the lords of each realm, the total number was probably over three million.

"A bunch of trash."

"Incompetent bungler."

Ashikaga listened to the battle report three times and cursed through gritted teeth.

Judging from the intelligence, among the many Ming armies currently, the one closest to Kyoto is in the neighboring country of Yamato, the old capital of Asuka Kyo.

This means that Heian Jing will be attacked at any time.

"Father, there are only one hundred thousand samurai in Kyoto right now, and it is difficult to resist. What should we do?"
To be continued...