Seeing this, Yan Shu could only sigh and pressed Qian Chen's shoulder and said, "Hurry up! We have no time!"
Outside the palace window, the last trace of sunset will fall. On the Qujiang River outside the Pear Garden, the pleasure boats have reached the most lively time, and the bustling noise of Chang'an is about to reach its peak.
At this time, Emperor Xuan had already boarded a pleasure boat and personally came to the stage to beat the Jie drum on the white jade platform to have fun with the people. The celebrations on both sides reached the climax. When the Qujiang cruise ship arrived at Furong Garden, Emperor Xuan would take the ministers and concubines to the walled palace road and return to Xingqing Palace. In the Huaye Xianghui Tower, the feast of Qianqiu will officially begin!
If Li Guinian could not be convinced at that time, the action of secting An would never be successful.
Outside the window is the most prosperous moment of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It may not be perfect, but it is enough to make people fascinate...
At this moment, a little spiritual light flew out of the palace and ran to Qian Chen's shoulder, but it was the little god of the ear canal. The little guy lay in Qian Chen's ear and said something terrifyingly, and then Qian Chen smiled.
"Has the hell disguised picture been completed? "Qian Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that Wang Wei's name of the three great masters of poetry and painting Zen is really not a false saying... Well, I know you have made contributions too! Continue to help Wu Daoxuan finish painting the hell transformation!" The ear canal turned into a light of spirit and flew away...
Qian Chen's expression gradually became solemn.
He took out the last incense of shock and turned around and said, "Du Jun still remembers a elixir I mentioned, which is to use the emperor as the king, the officials as the ministers, the creatures in Chang'an City as the assistance, and the masters of the practice of hundreds of schools as the envoys..."
Zhong Kui took a deep breath and said, "Tian Emperor's Dragon Pill?"
Sima Chengzhen was also anxious and said quickly: "This pill is not a one-day effort, we have no time!"
Qian Chen smiled and said, "It's okay, the dream has been long! If it weren't for the Tianshi reminder, I wouldn't know that I could really practice this pill!"
‘And... there is no need to worry about the Demon Lord of the Nine Nethers coming to take it away!’
Qian Chen kept this sentence in his heart.
He lit the incense of shock, found a short couch and leaned against it, supported his head with his right arm. When he closed his eyes, he slowly entered his dream. Zhong Kui, Sima Chengzhen and others were all stunned, and even Yan Shu, who were most familiar with Qian Chen, were stunned.
Li Guinian and others were even more confused and didn’t know what Qian Chen was going to do at this critical moment?
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In Chang'an City, there is already smoke and dust everywhere, and beacons everywhere!
The majestic and strict Zhuhong city gate has opened, and a stream of wolf riders dressed in Hu people rushed into the city, like a group of beasts galloping. The sound of horse hooves thundered, shaking the markets along the street. Starting from Zhuque Street, the twelve official streets were filled with smoke and dust.
The sound of the impact of the sword and halberd, the arrogant laughter of Hu Binghan General, was sharp and harsh.
Wailing and crying, from where the Hu soldiers of the Demon Army went, all the way to every corner of Chang'an City.
"The Emperor Shengwu has an order: After entering Chang'an, he will not seal his sword for five days!" Tian Qianzhen galloped on his horse and ran wildly on the Zhuque Street, laughing wildly and shouting.
Wherever he went, the soldiers in Hebei shouted wildly, no matter how Hu Han was, he would kill everyone he saw.
Tian Qianzhen drove his horse and killed a white-haired old man hiding in the drainage canal next to the road.
The Hu people next to him laughed, and Zhang Gong shot at the people who jumped into the Guangtong Canal in a panic way. These Hu soldiers were all elites on the border, and each of them had excellent military cultivation. Their strong bows and sharp arrows could easily penetrate several feet under the water, and soon the canal was filled with blood.
Several corpses floated up!
However, more people jumped into it on both sides of the channel, all of them to avoid the demon army that roared like wild beasts.
A woman holding a baby, even less than ten years old, still had childishness between her eyebrows. She climbed into the pavilion of her house and escaped in despair the demon army that rushed towards her with a lewd smile.
In despair, she held the child in her arms and jumped down towards Guangtongqu...
Tian Ganzhen was in the distance, and an arrow penetrated the baby in her arms. He laughed out loud. He even deliberately avoided the woman's vital points and wanted to watch the woman holding the child in the canal, wailing in despair.
Blood flowed down her arms, dyeing the river beside her red!
"Ahhh!" The woman roared like a madman. She saw clearly on the canal, stood where she jumped down, holding a long spear and stabbing the Hu demon soldiers.
He grabbed the wolf-tooth arrow floating in the water beside him and pierced his neck.
There was thick black smoke rising above Chang'an City, and the stars of firelight formed from the corners of each yard, reflecting the sky of Chang'an red. Under the setting sun, the sky was as bloody as the sky. The sound of killing sounds came from the markets everywhere. The smell of blood even made people wonder if this was still the world?
Or the Nine Nether Blood Sea.
The rolling blood and energy poured into the body of the demon army like Tian Ganzhen who practiced the demon path. The endless resentment, fear, anger, grief, heart-wrenching cry, and despair like a tide rolled in, merged with the cracks of the massive amount of demonic energy underground in Chang'an.
Let their cultivation improve by leaps and bounds!
"Demon, die!" A practitioner used his sword to assassinate the demon army on the street.
But before entering the city, the demon soldiers who built the foundation of martial arts were just martial arts. After the blessing of the rolling demonic energy, their bodies had already become demonized. His teeth became sharp, and his body was tempered by the demonic energy and was as if cast iron.
Just a flash of force, he grabbed the scholar's flying sword.
The sharp sword weapon could not even cut through the palm of the Demon King. He could drive the sword weapon and at least had a level of cultivation. He had already burst out with twelve points of potential in his anger, but he was killed by the demon soldier who was far inferior to him before.
Heads rolled around, and in an instant, more than 20 more than slaughtered monks who fought hard in the yard were killed.
Tian Ganzhen was breathing amazing demonic energy. Every moment, every moment, a large amount of blood energy was plundered by him. He slashed and killed with a knife, making the blood energy around him more abundant.
But in three moments, a magical image of gods and magic roaring to the sky condensed behind him.
Soldiers and fight against demons!
The heroes and officials in Chang'an fought hard, and they rushed towards the demon army to death, then fell like a meteor, and were suppressed by most of the cultivation level in the military aura of the demon army, and then killed by demons whose cultivation level was far inferior to their own.
The demons in the Nine Nether Fractures swarmed out, surrounding Taoist temples everywhere in Chang'an, and a group of gods wearing divine light fought desperately with the demons.
But every time they wiped out a demon, ten times the demon rushed out of the Nine Netherworlds.
Soon, a god who used divine light to protect the people who took refuge in the temple was torn apart by the demon and split into countless parts. The people in the temple he guarded were immediately massacred in an instant. In the bloody energy of the sky, dozens of demons were bathed in blood and demonic energy and promoted to even more cruel and terrifying demons.
An old monk in Longxing Temple supported the Buddha's light. There were countless men and women behind him. The monks in the temple tried their best to support their own mind and integrate into the Buddha's light array.
But there were indeed a thousand times more demon outside. Soon, monks' minds were exhausted, and many monks' heads were broken and died, and the Buddha light guarding the temple became thinner and thinner.
The old monk roared to the sky and said, "Buddha! Open your eyes and take a look!"
He sprayed out a mouthful of light golden blood, the Buddha's light shattered, and maintained a roaring posture. In an instant, he was swallowed by the demon. Before he died, he did not dare to look at the sentient beings and people who trusted him behind him, but he shed tears of blood and tears in despair.
"The mysterious sword of Jiuxiao is led by sword. The power of heaven is turned into divine thunder!" A Taoist priest soared into the sky, facing the demonic energy that was covering the city like a black cloud, and with the countless demons passing through it, enduring the severe pain of the devouring of thousands of demons, burning his soul and igniting the thunderous aura above the nine sky.
"Nine Heavens Demon Heavenly Lord!"
The old Taoist priest's eyes were about to break, and the corners of his eyes were shattered. He rushed down the divine thunder in the terrible Chang'an City below, with the deepest demonic energy, and even ignored whether there were any innocent people there!
Just as the divine thunder was about to fall in panic.
A demon claw carried the infinite demonic energy from the Jiuyou Rift, rushed into the sky from Chang'an City, shattering the thunder machine bred above the Jiuxiao.
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes in despair and refused to look at them again.
His body turned into ashes in mid-air and fell on Chang'an Tian Street...
The right path bones were broken in the sky street, and Chang'an was burned into beautiful ashes!
Every moment, hundreds or dozens of righteous people who dared to resist fell in the boundless demonic energy to protect the Yin Shen Yang Shen who were protecting various markets. The stars fell like rain, and the gates of various markets protected by them opened.
The demon army and beast soldiers rushed in, and in an instant, every family bleed like a spring, and the grievances were heard everywhere!
After the backbone of the righteous path in Chang'an City died, it was a pill. Ordinary monks in the realm of Dharma went on one after another, and died in distress. The most desperate thing was that they died in a sigh of relief, but were unable to protect the people of Chang'an. Everyone died in despair.
In the east market, the demon army flocked into the continuous shops, and the spiritual silkworms were spun. The brocade silk made of woven by skillful embroidery women was stepped under their feet by stinky leather boots. The beards at restaurants everywhere screamed in horror. The Hu merchants and Han merchants in the market took their men to hold magic weapons and weapons to resist tenaciously everywhere.
A butcher selling meat in Chang'an City, with blood-red eyes under the entanglement of demonic energy, drove the butcher knife and digged the belly of dozens of demon soldiers. He became more and more brave as he fought under the demonic energy. After slaughtering the demonic army, he suddenly looked back and cut off the head of a soldier who fought side by side.
The butcher was stunned, and the blood light in his eyes dimmed slightly. He sighed at the others who were not surprised by him, "I can't hold on! Everyone, the demon cultivator Tu Shisan will take the lead! Let's gather in Chang'an in the next life!"
After saying that, he led his sword to commit suicide. Before he died, he was afraid that his body would change, which would lead to demon fire, and burn his soul and body to ashes.
A thin and aging demon cultivator next to him sighed, "I'm going to be there too!"
"Although he is a demon cultivator, he has never let Chang'an down!"
He rushed into the Demon Army and turned into countless blood flames, dragging several Demon Army and a Demon Army captain to self-destruct!
When the Nine Nethers Rifts opened and the ten cultivation levels of the righteous path were not preserved.
Although there were two or three demon cultivators in Chang'an City, together with the demon army under An Lushan, they were rampant and crazy at Chang'an, there were still seven or eight out of ten demon cultivators who stood up when the backbone of the righteous path was broken and tried their best.
Tian Ganzhen was embarrassed to avoid a demon cultivator in Lu Long's army. After losing his way, Zhihui's death attack, he asked loudly: "Just for these grass mustards, don't you know that after the Jiuyou opened, it is impossible for anyone in Chang'an City to compete with us?"
"Don't you know that this is a mantis arm blocking the chariot?"
"For Chang'an! For the Tang Dynasty!" A demon cultivator with a yin energy and even some evil souls entangled him, and the demon disintegrates and bloody all over his body.
Tian Ganzhen gritted her teeth and said, "Are you worthy of being a demon so ignorant of the current affairs?"
At Pingkangfang, the Wuki Geji dragged her beautiful dress and ran in a mess. The abandoned baby girl burst into tears. In Xuanyangfang, a little girl in silk clothes stood among dozens of corpses, dared not cry loudly, her eyes were filled with tears. She grabbed a doll, and when she heard the steps outside the door, she turned back in fear...
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In the Liyuan Palace, Yan Shu and others saw Qian Chen who was sleeping, suddenly clenched their hands, clenched their teeth, showed extreme tolerance, but they could no longer help but be angry. At this moment, the demonic nature of his body surged out.
Everyone seemed to see a young demon god with three heads and eight arms, roaring with his head, grabbing several magic weapons, red silk, copper rings, and fire-sharp spear, with eight arms facing the sky.
Liu Luogu, who was condensed by the elixir, was captured by the innate qi and grabbed in his hand. Facing the angry demonic thoughts surging from Qian Chen's body, the anger that seemed to destroy all darkness, and the anger that was about to burn all the anger of Jiuyou, finally completely collapsed!
"You are the demon!!!"
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In the dream of Chang'an City, sitting in the Tai Chi Palace, Qian Chen, who was above the throne, clenched his fists tightly. The boundless blood resentment in Chang'an City was led by him. Countless souls gathered, countless heroes roared, and the huge aura swelled in the Tai Chi Palace. Countless faces revealed the most extreme true feelings.
And the extreme anger finally condensed into dark red flames in Qian Chen's eyes.
Take boundless wrath as fire...
The red lotus karma fire blooms in abundance!
Chapter completed!