Jue Wushen's talent in martial arts was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Back in Foren Temple, after he saw Zhao Yu using the Golden Bell Shield, he became interested in this martial art.

Then after coming down the mountain, he immediately sent his men to the Shaolin Temple to steal the secret book from the Sutra Pavilion.

Of course, the golden bell cover stolen by his subordinate Gui Cha Luo was copied by eminent monks of later generations, and the authentic version of the Eight Classics had already entered Zhao Yu's pocket.

But even so, after getting the golden bell, Yijue Wushen understood martial arts and saw at a glance that if you want to successfully practice this magical skill, it cannot be completed overnight.

For this reason, Jue Wushen relied on his own talent and the secret books stolen by his subordinates to deduce this invincible secret skill.

The energy circulates around the body and wraps it up.

Impeccable!

Wuming frowned slightly, and then turned his right hand, which was pointed into a sword, and countless sword energies shot out from his body, heading straight for Jue Wushen, who was displaying his immortal golden body.

boom!

The sword energy collided with Jue Wushen's energy, and the tyrannical energy instantly lifted countless bluestone slabs around him.

Even the people standing far away were forced to retreat again and again by the exploding energy.

As for those ghosts who could not move, their bodies had long since disappeared.

Slowly, the dust settled.

Everyone was surprised to see Jue Wushen, who was standing in the same place without moving at all.

Especially Zhu Wuwu, looking at Juewushen who was unharmed at this moment, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't until this moment when this martial artist who claimed to be Wuming appeared that he was able to get a glimpse of the true strength of Juewu God.

How could a person who could reach Zhu Zhu's position be a fool with a head full of sorghum flowers?

Seeing the two people confronting each other on the dragon road, he was horrified.

Originally, he felt that even if Jue Wushen's martial arts cultivation was powerful, there would always be a limit, right?

Moreover, although there are many masters in the Japanese Wushen Jue Palace, the overall number is only a few thousand.

Even if Jue Wushen had some evil intentions, he couldn't be Zhu Wuli's opponent.

But now, Zhu Wuli's mind has changed.

If Jue Wushen is really allowed to take control of the Central Plains with the help of his name, then he will definitely not be able to suppress it simply by relying on Zhu Wuli's methods and martial arts cultivation!

Central Plains martial arts?

Looking at Juewu Shen, who was confronting Wuming on the dragon road at this moment, Zhu Wuwang's heart skipped a beat.

This guy who keeps saying that he only wants to dominate the martial arts world, when he really establishes a foothold in the Central Plains, he may want more than just a Central Plains martial arts world!

Zhu Wuli's thoughts were changing rapidly here, and the two men there didn't even pause at all.

Wuming's body cultivation has long been enlightened, but it seems that there is nothing he can do with Jue Wushen's immortal golden body.

Although Jue Wushen was supported by a turtle shell, he seemed a little timid in taking action.

The two clashed several times, and the sharp sword energy and terrifying fist power caused a large area of ​​the dragon path outside Fengtian Hall to be destroyed.

boom!

Jue Wushen became more and more courageous as he fought. He found that even he was still muttering about the tyranny of this immortal golden body.

The nameless sword was fierce, but it was still helpless against his immortal golden body.

This allowed Juewu Shen to gradually let go of his hands and feet during the confrontation with Wuming.

Killing punches were thrown out frequently, forcing Wuming to retreat step by step.

"Quiting from the Central Plains will keep you safe!"

Looking at Wuming who was at a disadvantage, he still looked compassionate as a savior at this moment and said calmly to Juewushen who was in full swing not far away.

"kill!!"

Jue Wushen sneered, then crossed his fists and fired out countless punches, completely blocking Wuming's escape route.

"Um?!"

Seeing that Wuming was about to die under his fist, Jue Wushen frowned slightly at this moment and looked sideways at his left armpit.

The originally indestructible golden body now appeared to be covering the door.

The Golden Bell Cover is originally a Buddhist classic, and it is invincible in any way, but it still contains some compassion.

But the killing fist practiced by Jue Wu Shen only focuses on killing intent.

When the two conflict with each other, once the killing fist's intention surges, the immortal golden body born out of the golden bell cover will naturally appear through the cover.

Whoosh!

When the violent fist power rushed in front of Wuming, a cold light came from outside Chengtian Gate and pierced into the terrifying fist power.

In the blink of an eye, the fist force that flew in front of Wuming was shattered by this cold light.

Only then could it be seen clearly that the cold light was a sword with restrained divine splendor.

After the sword shattered the strength of the fist, without a moment's stagnation, he went straight towards Juewu Shen, whose door was revealed not far away.

"God has the virtue of good life. I don't want to kill evil people too early. I also ask you to withdraw from the Central Plains immediately!"

The long sword stopped strangely two inches outside the door of Juewu Shenshi. Above the sword tip, the sword energy was hesitating.

Wu Ming, on the other hand, showed mercy once again.

Looking at the defeated Jue Wushen, he said calmly.

When Wuming is at full health, his handles are really sharp!

"snort!"

Jue Wushen snorted coldly, turned around and strode out of the palace.

Wuming, who was defeated by Jue Wushen, slightly stretched out his right hand, and the heroic sword hovering in mid-air fell into his hand like a psychic.

"The Lord Shen is determined to conquer the world, but he must not forget the words of the sages..."

Wuming, who was holding the heroic sword, turned to look at Zhu Wuwu, who was wearing dragon robes outside the Fengtian Palace, and said flatly: "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts!"

After saying this, Wuming turned around and disappeared in an instant on the dragon path outside Fengtian Hall.

Listening to Wuming's words, Zhu Wuli's face turned pale.

This Da Gan, the helmsman of Hulong Villa, is becoming increasingly incomprehensible!

In the world of martial arts, when did so many masters of spiritual cultivation appear?

With these people around, can he still sit safely on the dragon chair that he has at his fingertips?

Fortunately, after Wu Ming and Jue Wu Shen left, no one in the imperial city could threaten him for the time being.

Zhu Wuwu turned around and walked into Fengtian Hall with the civil and military ministers who had already taken refuge with him.

In the end, his butt landed firmly on the dragon chair he had been dreaming about for decades.

…

The imperial concubine is dead...

He died silently in the Ancestral Temple, under the spiritual tablets enshrining the ancestors of Daqian.

The Daqian Dynasty seemed to have finally fallen into Zhu Wuwu's hands.

But this is just a seeming thing!

Zhu Mingli knew clearly that if he wanted to truly sit firmly on the chair under his butt, he needed one more thing!

At night, after curfew.

Zhu Wuwu, who had already put on his dragon robe and was waiting for the ancestor worship to be announced to the world, could legitimately become the emperor, but at this moment, he left the palace alone.

Outside Chengtian Gate, someone was holding a carriage and waiting for a long time.

"master……"

Seeing Zhu Wuwen's arrival, Fengli Dao, who transformed into a coachman, immediately knelt down under the carriage.

After disguising himself, Zhu Wuwu smiled slightly, then stepped on Fengli Dao's back and got into the carriage that Fengli Dao had prepared.

The carriage moved forward all the way to Rouge Street.

Outside an inconspicuous hook gate, the carriage stopped.

Fengli Dao, who transformed into a servant, took Zhu Wuwu in disguise and walked into this ordinary Goulan family.
Chapter completed!