Qiao Yu's face was so angry that he was so excited that he had never been so excited before. He pointed angrily at Ying Xiu and cursed:
"What a shame! What a shame! How could Zhongyou have such a mediocre and stupid person like you? It is simply a shame for me, Zhongyou, to accept someone like you as the crown prince! That is the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou!"
That is my territory in Zhongyou, the homeland where my fifty thousand people in Zhongyou grew up! To think that our great country, Zhongyouhuanghuang, has fallen to the point where it needs the prince of the imperial dynasty to cede territory and defend the territory! In your eyes, you simply have no mother and no king, you are like a beast! "
Seeing that he was so angry that he almost vomited blood and was furious, Ying Xiu felt very proud and happy:
"Scold me? The more fierce you scold me, the happier Gu will be. If the Three Kings Palace, which loves its people like a son, really cares about the Thirteen Capitals, why not find a way to solve the mess Gu left you?"
This is the prince that Zhongyou has trained and supported! This is your majesty’s only holy-blooded heir!
It will be a big disaster for Zhongyou to get such an evil master!
Qiao Yu's head was so angry that he felt dizzy!
The strength and reputation of the Zhongyou Dynasty are no longer what they were back then, and these monks from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance are by no means ordinary among the hundreds of Immortal Sects.
If a killing spree is carried out here, it will bring about storms from all directions, which will shake up the whole world.
Three years ago, the catastrophe caused by the corpse ghost made Zhongyou unreasonable.
Today, three years later, Prince Yingxiu once again took the initiative to contribute to the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou. If he failed to keep his promise and hand it over, he would have lost his faith and justice.
In the future, Zhongyou's situation in the human world will be even more difficult, and he will be regarded as an alien and despised.
Is it possible that they really want to cut off the tail of the gecko and give up all the thirteen people in Zhongyou?
As a result, the vitality of the dynasty was greatly damaged.
The 50,000 Zhongyou people in these thirteen capitals are even more willing to let mermaids eat their flesh, and they have to look at the faces of outside monks without dignity every day in order to survive.
From ancient times to the present, the Zhongyou Dynasty has never done such an act of abandoning its people in search of stability!
What a disgrace! It makes people helpless. Who wants this contract, which was made by their prince Zhongyou himself? !
Seeing Qiao Yu's reaction, Sima Yan was extremely satisfied. He laughed loudly and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of your dynasty is aware of the current affairs and has made an agreement before our Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance. Even if His Highness Yingxiu cannot sit in this quiet place, The position of the Lord, but I believe that this contract is still effective, right?
I waited until today because I hope that all the royal palaces can keep their promise and hand over the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou as soon as possible! "
The eyes of all the courtiers were about to burst, as if they had suffered some great humiliation.
"Prince Qiao Yu's Palace, this group of human monks are really arrogant! Scholars can be killed without being humiliated! What's the harm in killing all these insidious villains today! I, the Zhongyou Dynasty, have nothing to fear from a single battle!"
"No! There is no clear master in Zhongyou now, and the prince is weak and incompetent, making it difficult for him to be useful. If we start a war at this time, it will do a lot of harm to me, Zhongyou, but not a single benefit!"
"Is it possible that I, Zhongyou, have to lower my eyebrows to these despicable and shameless rats? I can't stand this birdiness!"
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
The matter on Yingxiu's end had not yet been resolved, so Sima Yanfeng took out a piece of deed paper calmly, but it made Zhongyou's courtiers fall into anxious civil strife again.
Sima Yan had a triumphant smile on his face.
Although it is a pity that Ying Xiu does not ascend to the throne, it is also a great achievement that he may gain the thirteenth capital of Zhongyou.
Just as the alliance leader thought, the Zhongyou people were crazy, but when it came to the rise and fall of the dynasty, this group of people had to bow to the situation and bow to the situation.
The external reputation of the Zhongyou Dynasty was not good, and they did not dare to kill the disciples of the Immortal Sect in their own country.
With this move, the alliance leader was determined to be deadlocked from the beginning.
Coupled with the useful chess piece Ying Xiu, once the Guozheng Palace is stained with the blood of their monks, one of their soldiers will die here.
When His Highness the Crown Prince personally accuses Zhongyou of his crimes, by then, Zhongyou Dynasty will hand over more than just the Thirteen Capitals.
Looking at the entire Imperial Palace, no one really felt like issuing a killing order.
This contract is truly an excellent life-saving charm.
"Let's do it..." In the intertwining winds, the cold palace wind rolled against the ground, raising a faint candle-colored halo.
Sima Yan suddenly heard a voice as cold and calm as frost, speaking very clearly amid the noisy arguments.
Take action?
Ridiculous, in this palace of government, which Zhongyou person dares to kill anyone?
Before Sima Yan could carefully identify the owner of the voice, the wind that was constantly blowing behind him suddenly became fierce.
A ray of sword light rose slightly, cutting through the light and hazy light in the space, and silently landed on Sima Yan's back vest.
Then, as the hand holding the sword released its spiritual energy, the tip of the sword penetrated his body without any hindrance, like a hot needle dropping cold oil, and passed through his thick chest.
The blood stained his clothes, and the sword tip continued to strike, penetrating out together with the deed paper spread out on his chest for everyone to see.
Sima Yan was shocked, his eyes filled with pain bulged, and then he slowly lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the extremely insidious sword from behind.
He was full of calculations and calculated that no one from Zhongyou dared to take action against him in the Zhongyou Dynasty and in front of the palace.
But even so, he was not defenseless.
What's more, the sound of 'do it' was like a warning sound, making him instantly alert.
But Sima Yan thought so hard that he never thought that this sword would stab him from behind.
His rear area is reserved for his junior brothers who have experienced countless dangers of life and death in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
Looking at the familiar sword patterns carved between the sword blades, the pain in Sima Yan's eyes deepened, and his brows furrowed tightly, as if he could not accept this fact.
Immediately afterwards, the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly twisted its spiritual power, shaking the thin deed paper into pieces!
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally sealed the contract, and no one in Zhongyou, including the six Yin Kings, could leave even a trace.
But unlike the external cultivators who came with him, there was no need to abide by Zhongyou's crown prince and rules. It was too simple to destroy him with one sword.
But Sima Yan couldn't believe it until his death. Someone really dared to do this from behind him!
At the last moment of life and death, he suddenly realized who had just given the order to kill him.
It turned out to be the messenger from Jiuyou, the man who destroyed the Six Paths Spiritual Roots treasured by the Ten Thousand Paths Immortal Alliance!
The sword that penetrated the chest and the deed paper was drawn out again and again like a poisonous dragon, and the blood sprayed out from the sword's mouth like mist.
Sima Yan's throat made a low sound of pain. He covered the wound with blood gushing and fell down.
For a monk in the Tribulation Realm, a sword wound is not a fatal injury.
But he was completely unprepared for the junior brothers behind him, let alone such a sinister and vicious sword coming from behind him.
The sword seemed to be a simple thrust, but the spiritual power was released without hesitation, shattering all the meridians in his body.
The spiritual roots in his heart vibrated violently, as if they might shatter and crack at any time.
Sima Yan's eyes were stained red by the splattered blood, and he looked like an innocent ghost who had just been fished out of the blood pool.
With trembling eyes, he twisted his neck with difficulty and looked at the young man standing behind him, holding a sword in the wind.
His face was full of shock and confusion, and he shouted the person's name with trembling lips:
"Junior Brother Zonghan?!"
The remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance were also shocked. Although Zong Han had not been in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance for a long time.
But he came from a humble background and was not valued by the clan. It was Sima Yan who introduced him to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance three years ago, and he was personally taught the skills by the leader of the alliance. In recent years, his cultivation has reached the peak, and he has reached the status and reputation he has now.
It can be said that Sima Yan had a great kindness to him!
But who could have imagined that at a critical moment, he could stab such a fatal sword without mercy.
Anyone can see that he showed no mercy in that sword strike just now.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! ! !
Countless cold swords were drawn out of their sheaths angrily, with shock and shock, and they were placed on Zong Han's body from all directions.
A disciple of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance asked angrily: "Zong Han! What do you mean! How dare you kill Senior Brother Sima!"
"Killing each other in the same sect is worthy of death!"
"Capture him! Hand him over to the leader and wait for his fate!"
"Damn it! He hurt Senior Brother Sima and destroyed the deed!"
Shen Tu Qiao Yu and the others were also dumbfounded. They never expected that such a change would happen suddenly.
Fortunately, the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance themselves also started fighting among themselves.
Zong Han pointed his sword at everyone, and looked at him with murderous intent. He shook off the blood beads on the sword, and the sword edge became as bright as a mirror again.
He sheathed his sword and gave a deep salute to Balian, saying respectfully: "My lord, I'm glad you have fulfilled your mission!"
"You!!!" The disciples of the Immortal Sect were all shocked. The Sanxian of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance actually called the Nine Nether Messenger...the Lord? !
The disciple who was treating Sima Yan's injuries was given pills and pills for free, but it was still difficult to survive.
The disciple's face was ugly. He opened Sima Yan's clothes and saw that in addition to spiritual power, the bright red wound on his chest was also accompanied by a strong demonic energy. It had even condensed into a bruise on the skin of his chest. of demon spots.
There was a bang in the young disciple's head, and he instantly lost the ability to think. His face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "Yes, it is a demon...Senior Brother Zonghan is a demon! He is actually a demon!"
Sima Yan's expression was pale, he stared at Bailian, and said bitterly: "You are so vicious, I, the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, will never let Zhongyou off easily!"
"The Zhongyou Dynasty broke its promise first and killed people later. We, the people of our generation, should report Zhongyou's evil deeds to the world, and we must gather the power of all the immortals to eliminate this cancer in the world!"
The disciples of Wandao Immortal Sect were excited and angry, and they all gnashed their teeth. They wished they could slay the demons now and avenge their senior brother with their swords!
The green lantern in Bailian's hand was shaking. His expression was calm, and his mind seemed to be completely calm. He said calmly: "Why make a fuss? Those who hurt people with swords and destroy deeds are not Zhongyou people."
The Zhongyou courtiers in the palace were so alert. They reacted immediately and sneered one after another:
"It's ridiculous. The person who killed your senior brother was wearing the clothes of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, and he was also carrying the Dao sword of your clan alliance. Even if he came out of Zhongyou and did an autopsy and injuries, there was absolutely no reason to find any of us. Come up on You’s head.”
Let these hateful human monks scream and scream, the deed paper was destroyed, and all the insidious plots were in vain. It was really satisfying!
Hearing this, Sima Yan suddenly choked up and his face turned black.
What is an autopsy? Although he was seriously injured, don't make it so scary, okay? He's not dead yet.
He waved his hands feebly and said with a tired heart: "Take Zong Han down first. Since he called the young man from Jiuyou to be your lord, we must entertain our junior brother Zong Han well.
I don't believe it. The torture instruments of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance were used on him one by one and nothing could be found? Colluding with the demon clan is not a small crime. "
The deed paper has been destroyed, and today it is impossible to get hold of the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou. Although I am heartbroken, I do not want to let it go.
But with both hands empty, continuing the stalemate here is just a waste of time and effort.
Immortal sect forces from all sides saw that their visit today was a waste of time. They didn't get any benefits at all, and they even made a fuss about it.
People in Zhongyou are the ones who hold grudges the most. After what happened today, and in the future, the people in Zhongyou will have their revenge and grudge.
They didn't want to stay any longer, so they each put away their weapons and prepared to leave.
The big trouble was finally solved today, and Qiao Yu was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
At this time, Balian chuckled, interrupting everyone's thoughts of leaving, and said leisurely: "Do we think that Zhongyou Dynasty is a private inn? You can come and leave whenever you want. It is a bit too naive. "
The simple words made the people who were about to leave feel a chill in their hearts.
Immediately, someone said angrily, "What's the matter! Zhongyou still wants to kill people and silence them?"
Balian smiled instead of answering, and placed his slender fingers on the surface of the green lantern, tapping it lightly, making the sound of thousands of layers of gold and jade.
"You can't leave this palace today."
In an instant, blood filled the sky and the ground.
Zong Han smiled happily as he was suppressed by dozens of sharp Dao swords. His robes swayed violently, and the pure spiritual energy in his body was immediately washed away, replaced by a more terrifying and unimaginable monstrous evil energy.
A jet-black scorpion tail swung up from behind him. The cold wind it stirred up was like a blade. A high-frequency sound trembled at the end of the scorpion tail. The long needle of the scorpion tail was a faint red needle-shaped sword that suddenly came out from the tail.
With the demon's power soaring, how could the monks in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, who gained the power to overcome tribulations by burning their blood as sacrifices to their souls, be able to resist? The scorpion-tailed sword controlled by his mind rushed out, killing the two of them.
The heads rolled down.
And at the moment when Zong Hanyao transformed into a sword, as if sending some kind of signal, the sword on his body was retracted for a full half of the time, and the sword edge was reversed and pointed at the disciples of the Immortal Alliance.
Puff puff! ! !
Another extremely long and wonderful moment!
All the disciples of the Immortal Alliance who were in the Tribulation Realm found nothing, just like Sima Yan just now, they were completely unresponsive, and a thin line of blood was left on their necks.
Each of them covered their necks with splattered blood and looked at their fellow disciples in disbelief. They fell to the ground one after another and twitched.
From the wound under the palm, the bright red demonic power continued to wreak havoc along the veins of the skin, making the body feel numb and paralyzed, and could no longer move.
Demonic patterns slowly appeared on the faces of the Immortal Alliance disciples who were standing with murderous looks, stained with the blood of their fellow sects.
For a moment, the demonic power soared to the sky, almost lifting the palace cauldron.
The nearby Immortal Sect monks were almost unable to stand due to the overwhelming pressure of the demonic energy. They looked horrified and said in a voiceless voice: "How can there be so many demons? How can there be so many demons in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance?!"
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