I Have a Mythical Tree

When Ji Xia saw this arrogant aura, his complexion suddenly became gloomy.

He sat back on the top throne of Yugan Palace, his breath was deep, his face was cold, and murderous intent was brewing in his eyes.

The spiritual light galloped towards it, and as it approached, the pulsating spiritual yuan fluctuations on it also began to shake.

Bringing up bursts of vortices, it seems to tear the earth apart.

At this moment, the aura flew across the front of the palace.

In front of the palace, a statue of a garrison knife suddenly opened its eyes.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only the majestic spirit gushing out from his knife.

I saw the statue of the standing knife moving slightly, stepped off the base, and slashed towards the galloping aura!

The saber's momentum was like thunder, shaking the sky, and went straight to the aura.

Immediately, the sword's momentum collided with the aura.

boom!

There was a deafening sound that erupted from the void.

The spiritual light, which was still powerful and powerful just now, was slashed by the knife and turned into a sky-filled spiritual energy.

The expression of the statue of Zhudao did not change at all, and it returned to the lower seat again, closing its eyes and turning into a real statue.

Pedestrians who were originally amazed by the aura in the sky stopped and saluted the statue respectfully.

They knew that there was the soul of Lord Shang.

Lord Shang turned into a statue, guarding Taicang.

But the spiritual energy that filled the sky never disappeared.

Instead, it condenses into a light curtain.

In the light curtain, there are many soldiers with naked bodies, and the eyes of these soldiers are emitting spiritual light.

And in front of that soldier, a throne volleyed in the sky.

Behind the throne, eight Lingfus stood respectfully.

On the throne sat a young Baimu creature.

He was dressed in fine clothes, and his unparalleled spirit energy fluctuated in the void.

The face of the young Baimu creature has a somewhat more intense shadow.

At this moment, his face was frosty, and beside him, a creature with a green face and a crown on his head was also sneering.

"Tai Cang Ji Xia! Baimu Wang Sun Yuemang is here in person, show up and salute quickly!"

The many powerhouses in the light curtain seemed to be able to see Tai Xian going to court outside the light curtain.

Such a big scene has alarmed many ministers, and they all came towards the court of Tai Xian Wang.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to smash this light curtain?"

A voice came, and Yin Ding's figure gradually emerged.

Ji Xia shook her head, stretched out her finger and tapped lightly.

I saw that the dome of Yugan Palace in Taixian Shangting suddenly turned into a transparent color.

And the high walls, sculptures, and carvings in the upper court also turned into transparency in an instant, and the light curtain in the void could clearly see Ji Xia who was on the throne in Yugan Palace.

And many ministers have arrived, and they respectfully stand in two rows in front of the Yugan Palace.

The green-skinned creature in the light curtain saw that Ji Xia still couldn't get up, and immediately pointed at Ji Xia through the light curtain, and shouted: "Little Wang Jixia! The hundred-eyed king Sun Yuemang is here in person, how dare you not kneel down and kowtow?"

Ji Xia frowned, and looked at the young hundred-eyed creature sitting on the throne like him in the light curtain.

Na Yuemang looked gloomy, but in his eyes, he could clearly feel the color of joy.

It seems that he likes the current scene very much.

Ji Xia remained silent, just as the green-skinned creature was about to curse, another strong man walked out, wearing a long robe and a long sword at his waist.

He looked at Ji Xia from above, and said word by word: "Get up! Kneel down! Kowtow! Otherwise, Taicang Kingdom will be destroyed!"

His voice passed through the light curtain, traversed the distance, and resounded in the front of the palace.

Many people in front of the palace stared angrily.

Ji Xia is their king and their eternal reliance in their hearts.

They worship Ji Xia now, some of them worship Dafeng, at this moment when Ji Xia is humiliated, some people in Taidu are shouting and scolding, some are glaring, some of them are not weak, and their spiritual energy is already stirring.

A strong commoner suddenly knelt down in the direction of the court.

His eyes are determined, his back is straight, but there are still tears in his eyes.

Just listen to him loudly: "When the monarch is humiliated, the people are willing to hold the sword to the enemy! Even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

He shouted loudly, and many young men stepped forward,

Kneeling behind the strong people, he kowtowed towards the court with an excited expression.

They shouted loudly: "I turned to the enemy with a knife, even though I died, I have no regrets!"

Many old people, women and children also glared.

A villager came out, knelt tremblingly, and said intermittently: "The king is virtuous to the people. Now that the king is humiliated, the people are willing to die with a knife. I am old and weak, and I am willing to see off many strong men!"

Immediately he took out a whetstone and a dagger and cut his palm.

Immediately, blood dripped from the palm of his hand, staining the whetstone red!

He put the whetstone in front of him and cried loudly: "I am old and cannot help the strong men sharpen their knives. Now I only have blood, and I already have a whetstone handed down from my ancestors. I also ask the strong men to sharpen their knives with this." !"

The young man was full of tears, hurriedly stepped forward, held up the whetstone, returned to the kneeling young man, and said loudly: "I also ask the king to agree!"

The faces of many ministers in front of Yugan Palace were also flushed, as if they were scorched by divine fire.

Lu Yu was about to speak out.

Ji Xia stood up.

The green-skinned creature on the light curtain laughed loudly and said, "It's a great show of repaying the favor of the king, but your king can only kneel down and kowtow before the king and grandson of Yuemang, otherwise you good people will die. It's all over!"

The corners of the mouths of the other spiritual masters in the light curtain also showed smiles.

With the arrival of Hundred Eyes, apart from the Qiling Kingdom, there is no other country in Xunkong that dares to resist.

Because that means death!

There was a hint of complacency in Wang Sun Yuemang's eyes.

He has never uttered a word, but now, King Taicang, who was still showing off his power in front of many small countries, is about to kneel down to him.

Let this king and grandson, who has never led an army, feel hot!

This is the majesty of Baimu!

Right in the light curtain, many creatures thought that Ji Xia got up to kneel down and worship Yuemangshi.

Ji Xia suddenly stepped out, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

In the next instant, he had already arrived in front of the old man who was still kneeling and crying.

The huge court is at his feet, as if it is only a short distance away.

He bowed himself and helped the old man up.

Immediately, he tore off a long strand from his robe.

In the flushed eyes of the old man, in front of the tears of many common people.

He bandaged the old man's wound himself.

Meticulous, slow, for fear of hurting the elderly.

Seeing that Ji Xia didn't get up to kneel down to him, Yue Mang frowned slightly.

And the green-skinned creature, with a bit of joy in his eyes, became more and more angry, and said: "Tai Cang Ji Xia! The king and grandson of Yuemang are in front, and you actually..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ji Xia, who was concentrating on bandaging the old man's wound, said softly, "Where is the curse?"

A streak of ink surged, and a burly general with a black bow on his back landed in front of Ji Xia, saluting respectfully: "The minister is here!"

Ji Xia's spiritual consciousness flowed past and jumped into Zi Cur's mind, it was a precise location.

"Shut up that noisy green-skinned ant." Ji Xia spoke again.

At Ji Xia's side, an arrow of spiritual origin slowly condensed out, and a three-legged Golden Crow was engraved on it.

When Ji Xia opened her mouth, her gloomy face became more and more gloomy.

The middle-aged scribe shouted, "Bold!"

The spears of the Hundred Eyes Corps struck the ground, making a loud noise.

Many Lingfu monks also burst into anger, full of murderous aura.

Seeing the expression of the hundred-eyed powerhouse, the green-skinned creature became more and more dependent.

He made a mocking smile, and said: "There are ten thousand Xuanfeng soldiers in the court, and the hundred thousand soldiers of my Luheng Kingdom are all here. The lord of my Luheng Kingdom wants to see you, the dying king. How can I shut up!"

But Zi Cur heard Ji Xia's order, stepped forward to hold the arrow of the divine bird, and said: "Follow the order!"