V2.Chapter 288

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Liu Bowen caressed his beard and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is so wise, even the ancient sages are not as good as you!"

Qingming does not refer to the Qingming season, nor does it refer to Qingming and Mingjie, but refers to the meaning of Qingming in a prosperous age. Liu Bowen's book is full of the prosperity of the imperial capital, but in fact it secretly praises Liu Hao's rule of the heavens and his mighty virtue is supreme.

Liu Hao smiled. This literary sage flattered him, and he really couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed.

He also has treasures such as the Heavenly Order of Good Fortune and the Sacred Stele of Wen Dao, but it is the map of Jiangshan Sheji that is intertwined with his life.

The dragon energy from the heavens merged into it, suppressing the luck of the dynasty.

Now Liu Bowen writes like a god, this painting of Qingming Riverside seems to depict the ordinary scene of the imperial capital, but in fact it starts from the subtleties, which is mysterious and unreasonable.

The Ten Days Burning the Sky Map may have a lofty vision, but it is like a castle in the air. No matter how powerful the phantom of the great emperor is, it is still a figure that has been annihilated in the long river of history after all.

But now the Han dynasty is at its peak, Liu Hao wields his sword to break through the floating clouds, to create peace for all generations, to rule the heavens and the world to surrender, and the people of the Han Dynasty deserve to be called everyone like a dragon.

Whether it is false or not, between the two, the judgment will be judged.

The brilliance of the Ten Days Burning the Sky Map dimmed before the Qingming Riverside Map.

"how so!?"

Lu Ya, a genius of heaven, realized the gap instantly, secretly thought that something was wrong, and shook his body slightly.

After finally standing on the Qiankun Temple, he was only one step away from achieving his goal, but he fell short!

"Zhuangyuanlang, what else do you have to say?"

Liu Hao looked at Lu Ya with playful eyes.

Lu Ya was not an ordinary person either, he regained his composure after a moment of paleness, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty governs the heavens and dominates the world. The great Han Dynasty gathered all the dragons and tigers, and the students were convinced. This map of burning the sky in ten days is dedicated to Your Majesty." ..."

"Wait."

Liu Hao raised his hand, pressed it out of emptiness, and said leisurely: "Your Ten Days of Burning Heaven is a family heirloom, how can I take your heart and soul?"

"So, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Lu Ya took a deep breath, overjoyed, and was about to bow his head in thanks, but only heard Liu Hao continue: "All I want is the gourd by your waist."

"..."

The expression on Lu Ya's face was wonderful.

It was flushed red at first, then turned gray again, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture, frozen in place.

"Aren't you quick to thank the Holy Grace?"

Li Lianying, the manager, saw that Lu Ya was stunned in place, rolling his whisk, and shouted sharply.

Lu Ya's throat twitched, and he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say a word.

Liu Hao sits high on the red gold coiled dragon chair on the nine-fold white jade steps, wears a twelve-pronged crown on his head, and wears a resplendent imperial robe.

Every word that comes out of his mouth seems to be the will of the emperor of heaven, which weighs more than Shenyue, making people breathless.

This is the terrifying artistic conception in the legend that words can't be followed!

There was already cold sweat dripping from Lu Ya's forehead.

The Supreme Immortal, who controls the heaven and the earth, is the supreme human being, and subdues the common people.

In ancient times, the brilliant and invincible emperor didn't need to use his hands to face the enemy. As far as the supreme will was concerned, he casually said, just like the decree, if he wanted you to die, he would die, if he called you to die, he would die, absolutely crushing invincible.

Liu Hao has cultivated to this level, his aura is completely hidden, and when he speaks, there is a powerful and unparalleled spiritual thought in his voice.

This kind of spiritual thought directly condenses the vitality of the void, condenses the void into reality, and forms an extremely terrifying pressure.

"Zhuangyuan Lang, you have been thinking about it for a long time, and you have been planning for a long time, but if you want my hibiscus tree, I'm afraid it will not be so easy..."

Liu Hao stood on the Nine Heavens Tower, and his voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lu Ya's body like thunder.

Lu Ya's face turned pale in an instant, and he smiled wryly, "Your Majesty...when did you find out?"

"You have treasures to cover your breath, but you can't hide it from me."

Liu Hao raised his wrist, pressed it lightly, and an antique bronze mirror appeared in his palm.

This simple and simple mirror looks ordinary, but the soul-stirring divine light glows on the mirror surface, reflecting everything in the world, and one can clearly see its essence.

The divine light shone everywhere, piercing through the void, and when it fell directly on Lu Ya, the light in the ancient mirror shone brightly, as if reflecting the fiery red sun. In the red sun, there was a golden crow covered with red feathers.

The Golden Crow also sensed the divine sharpness, sensed the inexplicable aura of the Demon Reflecting Mirror, and knew that his appearance had been exposed, so he let out a fierce roar, flapped his wings and flew into the sky, trying to escape.

"Where do you think this Qiankun Palace is, come and leave whenever you want?"

Liu Hao snorted coldly, the monstrous imperial power surged like a tide, and invisibly condensed into a big hand holding up to the sky, and grabbed it towards the Golden Crow.

Qiankun Palace is the power center of the heavens, where the dragon energy gathers, and it is also Liu Hao's absolute home court. Now, with a blow of wrath, the majestic emperor's power reflects the unrivaled splendor of the world, and the sky trembles.

The Golden Crow is an ancient mythical beast, but he did not dare to confront Liu Hao head-on in the Qiankun Temple.

Seeing a ray of golden light as fast as lightning flashing across three thousand feet, it was about to break through the true energy barrier, Liu Hao pressed his right hand, like a blow from the sky by an immortal emperor, the sky-shaking seal fell, intercepting the golden light.

boom!

The void oscillated, and there was a thunderous explosion, and a crack exploded in the air, and the golden light suddenly fell into the crack.

A few drops of golden blood spilled into the air, but Lu Ya and the red-feathered Golden Crow disappeared together.

There was a lot of movement in the Qiankun Hall, and Shen Lian, the commander of Jinyiwei, had already brought Jinyiwei with him.

"There's no need to chase him, I'm afraid he has fled to another world."

Liu Hao frowned, looked at Shattered Void, thoughtfully.

Martial arts cultivated to the realm of the Martial God can break through the void, condense the physical body to a new height, and see the gods are not bad.

Going one step further, entering the Supreme Realm, one can get a preliminary understanding of the laws of space.

As soon as he moved his body, the ground shrank into an inch, and in the next moment he was thousands of miles away.

When Liu Hao killed the Gold-winged Xiaopeng King in the Xuanyin Demon Realm, there was once a strong member of the Tianpeng clan who broke the world barrier with the Tianpeng claws.

Lu Ya was wrapped in that ball of golden light just now, and it has the same effect as it. He broke through the barriers of the heavens, built a bridge, and fled to another world in an instant. No one knew where he went. ....