v8 Chapter 212: Forever entangled

Name:The Sword Dynasty Author:Wu Zui
The news of Zheng sleeve’s death is still spreading to a farther and more remote place.

Even in the barbaric kingdom outside the border of the Yan Dynasty, many tribe kings heard the death of the hostess of Daqin.

Whether it is the Daqin dynasty or the Yanqi dynasty, these remote kingdoms or tribes that lived on pastures and hunters were collectively referred to as the Central Plains dynasty.

The Central Plains dynasty means richness and enrichment. These remote kingdoms or tribes, in fact, mostly want to lead the army to break through the territory, to share a piece of the Central Plains dynasty, or to become a part of it.

In a sense, Jiaodong County has always been looked down upon by the old dignitaries of the Daqin dynasty, because Jiaodong County is no different in their eyes from the fishermen's tribes that are full of fish.

Jiaodong County and Zheng Shou, in fact, are vaguely the object of successful counterattacks in the hearts of these barbarians.

Especially when Zheng Shou became the heroine of Changling, many battles with them came from her hands. Zheng sleeve is the god-like existence in the minds of many barbarians.

Fear, respect, worship.

Many barbarian tribes who are enemies with Zheng Shou are actually looking forward to seeing this legendary queen who is beautiful and powerful.

Many people are inexplicably in a bad mood.

In particular, some of the old kings who used to lend their troops to the Yan dynasty, although in the past many times, although they knew that it was impossible, they all said that they would break into Changling and hold Zheng sleeves to be their own nephew.

Now that Zheng sleeves are dead, there is no talk about the delusions and fun of the weekdays. It is like an important program in peacetime, and there will be no more in the future.

A tribal king broke his favorite glass of wine with anger.

A tribe king burned a set of brocades that he wore when he was ready to enter the cemetery.

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The atmosphere in many palaces is very cold and very strange.

However, the coldest atmosphere and the most bizarre nature are the palaces of Changling.

Emperor Yuanwu left the port after the injury, but did not return to the Qin Palace in Changling, but went directly to the newly built Afang Palace under the Lushan Mountain.

The palace there is indeed very new, spectacular and larger.

Some bureaucracies are also moving towards the side of the 6th.

However, at least until then, there was no intention to say that the Changling Royal Palace would be abolished.

Most of the palace people are still in the Changling Palace.

So this is the two sides are deserted.

There are very few people in the palaces on both sides.

It is like a dead city, dead and sturdy.

In the king of the world, the most intriguing nature is the mood of Yuan Wu at this time.

But besides Yuan Wu, who knows his emotions at this time?

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Yuanwu is in the deepest part of the Afang Palace.

All the utensils in his palace were made with a strange black jade. Even though the bed was covered with the softest mat in the world, it was still too hard for Yuanwu at this time.

He was very tired at this time, fighting with the opponents who were evenly matched. It was too consuming to consume the spirit, and the loss of his heart was even worse than that of Lushan.

What he needs most is rest, but he can't sleep.

You can't sleep in any position.

His injured arm rested on the cushion of the bed and did not dare to have any movements, but even so. That pain still keeps his body twitching.

Broken bones, broken meridians, it is difficult to raise.

For a long time, he could only sit still.

But in his perception, the most painful thing comes from the real elements flowing in him.

For a practitioner like him, the real element is to provide him with the blood of his own nutrients. In the course of many years of practice, he has blended the essence of heaven and earth, constantly removing impurities, constantly concise, constantly changing, and flowing in his body. Yuan is already the best elixir in the world, and it is the most suitable elixir for himself.

These elixir promotes the continuous enhancement of his bodily functions, allowing him to have more vigorous energy and even stimulate his potential.

However, the real element that is now flowing in his body is no longer the case.

When Zheng S sleeve and his fighting, he suddenly ignited the stars that he could not even detect. Even in the eyes of outsiders, he forced all the star-studs out of the body at one time.

However, the strength of vitality and the substance of impurities are essentially different.

For example, the numerous needles of steel wool that can be inserted into the body can be easily removed. However, in the course of practice of many practitioners, the medicinal properties of some drugs that are used to improve aura have already merged with blood, and they cannot be separated from each other.

The real yuan and the sea of ​​air in his body have gone through these stars, shining, and infiltrating all places have become completely different.

In his current perception, his real yuan makes him feel strange.

Unfamiliarity is not good.

Even if the power of the real yuan does not decrease, the real element flowing in his body is like a chronic poison.

This is the real smashing, entanglement.... Although Zheng Sleeve is dead, but her unique strength, her strength, is still eroding his body and will, including his confidence.

Even the separation of Zheng Shou’s shadow from his mind is impossible.

"Too poisonous!"

He was so annoyed with hysteria, his face was distorted, and in a palace without others, he whispered in a low voice.

He could not remember that this was the first time.

In the depths of his mind, there seems to be a Zheng sleeve standing alive, laughing at him with a scornful smile, taunting him, those Linglianzi belong to her alone, originally he wants to take it.

In Zheng Shou’s ridiculous voice, the clearest and most vocal one is, “Your cultivation starts from today and will only be low and will not rise again.”

"Is it really necessary for the widow to be defeated in your hands like the Wang Jingmeng of that year?"

Yuan Wu’s face was distorted to Muran. He finally pulled the shadow of Zheng S sleeve and the voice of Zheng Sleeve from his mind for a while, and then made two orders, “Calling White to Return to Changling” and “Zhao Gao to Afang Palace” ".

An old man heard the voice of Yuan Wu in the Afang Palace.

He is Xu Fu.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

At this moment, he suddenly thought that Yuan Wu has always seemed to be a lonely man, and he seems to have never had friends.

At this time, his footsteps sounded outside the door.

An official sent a letter.

What shocked him was that the first time he received the letter, he knew that the letter came from the Bashan sword field and came from Ding Ning.

He was very familiar with the writing on the letterhead, and it was exactly the same as the writing of the former Wang Jingmeng dream.

The content itself, however, caused his body to tremble slightly.

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