It was early spring, and suddenly a drizzle began to fall in the sky. In the streets and alleys of the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital, dense crowds of people raised oil-paper umbrellas, colorful, like clusters of flowers.
"My lord, please don't get wet in the rain."
Wang Cheng carefully opened the umbrella he had prepared, fearing that Xin Zhuo, a master of the Yuanji Realm, would be exposed to the cold.
Going all the way, in front of you is the Nine Emperors Lane leading to the palace.
Xin Zhuo silently thought about the feasibility of the inheritance of the Holy King of the "Big Ice Realm", and suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley, his expression becoming cold.
"Master, here we come!" Wang Cheng looked nervous, and he felt an unusual aura.
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "It shouldn't be aimed at us, let's see again."
These breaths are very heavy and depressing. Even through the rain curtain, you can feel a lock and murderous intention, but the target is not here.
Time passed slowly, and after about ten breaths, a figure suddenly came from the end of the alley, enveloped by the drizzle in the sky. It was very far away, and it was discovered that although this person was small, he had strong and vigorous movements. , ordinary Yuanji realm masters can’t do it.
Judging from the purpose, it is exactly Xin Zhuo and his wife.
Xin Zhuo and Wang Cheng immediately stepped aside. As they got closer, they saw the man with a short stature, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a lot of hair on his face, and holding an iron rod.
"Brother Monkey?"
Xin Zhuo almost blurted out.
The man was stunned for a moment and didn't understand, but he grinned, showing sharp white teeth.
However, at this moment, seven weapons descended from the sky. They were all Wujiyuan weapons, filled with indescribable power and true energy. They cut through the rain curtain, rippled, and struck with unparalleled power.
There was a neat "噌" sound in the air, piercing the eardrums.
The seven Yuanji realms took action, and their true energy, origin, and martial arts were restrained to the extreme, and they killed them in pieces.
Although this method is not as vast and glorious as the sky, its power is not small at all.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to grab Wang Cheng and duck fifty feet away.
And the "Monkey Brother" turned around and roared: "Bait the human race, I am Sun Kongkong of the Spirit Clan. When my ancestor suppressed the masters of the Human Emperor, you were still eating shit!"
As he spoke, he shook his feet and shattered a piece of hard stone. He jumped up, opened and closed the iron rod in his hand, and the wind blew up, rolling up pieces of five-element fire.
"Dangdangdang..."
The deafening explosion spread in all directions, and the surrounding buildings collapsed irresistibly.
"die!"
The broken stones and rubble suddenly stopped in mid-air, and seven figures flashed around them. They were Bai Liuyun, Murong Pi and others, as well as Feng Shuning and Tuoba Ling'er from the palace.
The seven people used their divine bodies and bloodline visions as supplements, their original power as their main source, and their martial arts as their means of attack. They shot away quickly, using the Wujiyuan soldiers in their hands to chop them down with all their strength, creating a mighty momentum.
The sky above the entire alley was filled with brilliance, and the powerful aura tore apart the surrounding walls.
The Spirit Clan Sun Kongkong was not afraid at all. He bared his teeth and grinned. His eyes glowed red. He raised the iron rod high and smashed it down hard. One of them turned into seven.
"Dangdangdang..."
The seven people from Bai Liuyun actually flew upside down. Although they were not injured, they were knocked away, which showed Sun Kongkong's domineering power and profound cultivation.
However, in the blink of an eye, Bai Liuyun's seven people came over again, with even greater momentum and murderous intent.
And there were five or six other figures speeding towards them in the distance.
In the corner, Wang Cheng couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw this, and whispered: "Master, let's go, the spies of all races are just killed without any fancy, no need to look anymore!"
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and nodded silently.
The two of them took a detour and headed towards the palace. Violent waves were still coming from the alley behind them, and a large number of guards were already on alert to disperse the people watching.
Xin Zhuo now understood in his heart that Yuanji realm warriors could actually fight like this. Close-range hand-to-hand combat was more lethal. Since he had practiced both close combat and "Fa Wu Tong You Xuan", he had become accustomed to shooting at enemies from long distances.
Wang Cheng seemed to see what he was thinking and said with a smile: "My lord, are you curious why they are fighting like that?"
Xin Zhuo said: "That's true!"
Wang Chengdao: "My lord has only practiced for sixty years... My lord has not yet participated in the battle of Zhongyuan Tianque. I don't know how powerful the masters of the ten thousand races are. The masters of the human race are fighting, with their true energy, martial arts, and origin, tens of feet, hundreds of feet, dozens of feet." They can compete with each other from miles away or even hundreds of miles away, and most of the Ten Thousand Races are not only physically strong and possess innate magical powers, but many can also ignore the true energy and martial arts magical powers, making them very difficult to deal with.
Therefore, shock killing at close range is the most appropriate, but often one-on-one in the same situation cannot defeat the masters of ten thousand races. Therefore, the most decisive way for us to kill ten thousand races is to kill in groups at close range. "
"Been taught a lesson!"
The palace is in front of you. Walk through Fenglinmen and pass through the Peacock Pavilion to reach the Jiulong Palace. However, as the "Lord of the Harem", Xin Zhuo can go anywhere. During this period, he was tortured by the power of the fusion source. He suddenly had a whim. , what is going on with Empress Ji Yaoyue’s side.
Thinking of this, he looked at the big eunuch behind him like a slut: "Lead the way to Sheji Palace."
Wang Cheng was startled and quickly saluted: "No, my lord, the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. Besides, your wife is just His Majesty's sister, isn't she?"
His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He understood that the person in front of him could not tolerate sand in his eyes and was a very thoughtful person. This period of time has proven that he had the same temperament as His Majesty. He was afraid of killing people without blinking an eye. He gritted his teeth and said: "Well! But! Just go and have a look, don’t be reckless.”
Xin Zhuo has already moved forward.
"Sheji Palace" is located 999 feet to the west of Jiulong Palace. Although it is not on the central axis, it is in the middle of the palace. It is the place where the great emperor handles government affairs.
From a distance, it looks like a giant dragon hovering and lying prone on the ground. When you get closer, you will feel a sense of respect. At this time, the drizzle is dense, as if it is about to rise into the sky. This ingenious design can be called a miraculous workmanship.
In the exquisitely carved palace courtyard, a large number of civil and military ministers and frontier officials reporting on their duties were waiting in the rain to be summoned. They were chatting in small groups. When they saw Xin Zhuo arriving, they couldn't help but keep silent. They looked at their noses, noses, and hearts. Put on airs.
The courtiers' rejection of Xin Zhuo has never changed.
Wang Cheng's expression changed and he shouted angrily: "In front of my lord, you are so ignorant of the rules. What crime should you do?"
A large number of civil and military officials came forward respectfully and saluted: "I have seen His Majesty the Lord!"
Xin Zhuo turned a deaf ear. He just looked at the main hall. Ji Yaoyue was getting tired day by day these days. He was afraid that he was too busy with government affairs. What was the point of the emperor's work?
Just as they were about to enter the main hall, two figures walked out side by side. One was a young man in a five-clawed golden dragon robe, it was Ji Bixuan, the other was in a purple robe and had a long body, it was Jiang Yugui.
"Brother Xin is here, I thought you were hibernating during this period." Ji Pixuan smiled, waved his hand to the ministers to excuse themselves, and looked at Xin Zhuo up and down with stern eyes, as if he was looking for a scar? Whip marks?
I was looking for it for a long time and couldn't find it, so I was a little disappointed.
Then he pointed to Jiang Yugui next to him and said, "Doesn't this person need an introduction? You must know him."
Jiang Yugui didn't speak, and didn't even look at Xin Zhuo. He looked calm and calm, or in other words, there was undisguised disgust or contempt in his eyes.
"They are all brothers."
Xin Zhuo also didn't look at the two of them, just passed by and said something casually.
"Uh..." Ji Pixuan was stunned, then his face turned red, and he took a long breath before he could bear it.
Jiang Yugui's face changed, and he transmitted the message into the secret passage: "Mr. Ji has never looked down on such a villain like him. I don't know what kind of madness my sister has gone. This time, if he is still alive in the Ancient Saint King's Well, you and I will Home, no more shame!”
Ji Pixuan said: "What if he becomes a saint immediately? Can the Jiang family ignore a saint?"
Jiang Yugui smiled brightly: "Those ten gates only count if he breaks through them, not to mention that saints are not uncommon!"
Throw your sleeves and leave!
Ji Pixuan was silent for a long time, shook his head and chuckled.
…
The main hall of Sheji Palace.
Awakening Halloween incense burned all around, and the curtains fluttered.
Four people who looked like generals were bowing and standing in awe.
On the tall dragon throne above, the cold and majestic empress, dressed in a red nine-dragon robe and an imperial golden hairpin, was bending over her desk to review documents, with a very tired look on her brows.
Behind him, Princess Wuyou and Tuoba Ling'er supported Luo Fan.
There was silence in the hall.
Until Xin Zhuo walked in, the sound of footsteps was particularly loud.
The four generals turned back in surprise, their expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly saluted: "Your Highness!"
The empress also looked up, with a hint of doubt on her exquisite but intimidating face, which turned into a cold one and scolded: "Why are you here?"
Xin Zhuo didn't say anything, and rushed to the empress' side, picked her up by the waist, and said: "Have a rest today, Daqian's sky will not fall."
"Uh..." The four generals were stunned for a moment, then their expressions changed drastically, and they saluted again, "Wei Chen, please leave!"
Leave in a hurry!
Wuyou and Tuoba Ling'er also lowered their heads and left in a panic from behind.
The empress' slender body was allowed to be held by Xin Zhuo, her beautiful eyes were slightly cold, and she scolded again: "Bold! Put me down!"
Xin Zhuo patted her butt hard and said: "Don't make trouble, take a rest today!"
The empress's face was as red as a persimmon, and her sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She became more and more cold and charming, making people feel a strong sense of conquest. However, she seemed unable to smile. She bit her lower lip and suddenly bit Xin Zhuo's nose. Then he got very close, and exhaled like a orchid, with a hint of pleading: "Husband, please, don't break my Dharma image!"
(End of chapter)
