"There is the constraints of Ding'an Daolian's religion inside, and the Dali outside is the one who is eyeing Tianlang. Even if he takes Longyuan, he will never be able to go south!"

Xue Dilong was sure in his heart.

It is true that in addition to the Wanlong Road, there are the Linlong King, the Lingnan Song family, the Pingxi Road Mi Tian Sect, and further away, the Dongyue Road Iron River.

But in comparison, it is naturally more difficult to deal with outside the pass.

Even if you are as strong as Zhang Xuanba, you can't beat the world. Naturally, Yang Yu wouldn't be able to do it, at least, you won't be faster than yourself!

"It's soon, it's soon..."

When his thoughts changed, the horizon had gradually lit up, and the turmoil in the imperial city had subsided.

Emperor Qianheng left the prince to check and balance him, but he didn't know that he didn't want the throne at all. What he really wanted to do was the national teacher.

With his help and the prince is righteous, he can naturally succeed to the throne in times of danger.

The old ministers such as Xu Wenji, Li Yan and others who could stop him were either far away from thousands of mountains and rivers or had been sent to prison for a long time, so naturally they could not stop him.

when!

when!

when!

In the imperial city, the discussion clock rang nine times in a row, and many ministers inside and outside the imperial city were already coming one after another.

"At this moment, I have no more constraints!"

Feeling the aura that had been suppressed for many years and thriving at this moment, knocking on the door in the dark, Xue Dilong raised his sleeves and was full of energy:

"Zhang Yuanzhu, Zhang Xuanba, Xu Wenji, Li Yan... and, all the people in the world, let's see how I paint this picture of mountains, rivers, and the country..."

...

...

"call!"

"suck!"

In the deserted forest, Yang Yu sat cross-legged, holding a seed bag in his hand, transporting his qi and blood, and breathing and suffocating.

This was the 23rd day he had been in seclusion in the wilderness forest, and he had consumed more than one hundred strands of spiritual energy...

Wow~

Accompanied by a light sound, another wisp of spiritual energy disappeared without a trace, just like the hundreds of attempts before.

Seeing this scene, Qin Si felt very distressed.

How could she not understand how precious spiritual qi is? She didn't know how precious a person like her uncle, who could capture a wisp of spiritual qi for three or five days before she was promoted to Martial Saint.

But Yang Yu opened his eyes with a "swish" sound, and the light in his eyes almost flowed out:

"Catch you!"

The consumption of more than one hundred wisps of spiritual qi finally saw dawn at this time.

When Yang Yu had accumulated momentum for a long time, he would naturally not miss this fleeting opportunity. His divine will be like fire and suddenly poured into the race bag.

Boom!

In an instant, thunder sounded like a roar of wind, and sand and stones flew away in the wild forest.

Buzz!

With the instant shock, Yang Yu felt his mind dissipated for a moment, and he felt a strange but familiar huge fist intention.

"The sky is the tent and the ground is the felt, and the sun, moon, stars and morning accompany me to sleep!"

In a trance, Yang Yu seemed to hear someone singing loudly, which was the will imprinted deep in the race bag.

The will of the Ming Taizu and Zhang Yuanzhu!

"Tiangang Fist!"

Before Yang could even sense the surrounding environment, he had no time to see the structure inside this race bag.

At this moment, a red light in front of me was filled with light, and a round of fist marks rose slowly like the sun, it was vast and extremely fierce.

The boxing intention is so grand that in his senses, it almost covers the eight wildernesses and carries the sense of fate.

After the fist prints were pinched out, Yang Yu felt a terrifying illusion that the sun, moon, mountains and rivers were pinched in his heart.

This is Tiangang Fist.

The legendary emperor of the common people, left by Zhang Yuanzhu, the founding ancestor of the Ming Dynasty.
Chapter completed!