The blood mist spread rapidly, and wherever it passed, the walls and floors decayed and decayed, with large areas peeling off, revealing the restrictions hidden in the masonry.
Sizzling——
The complex light symbolizing the restriction flickers on and off under the influence of the blood mist until it is completely dark. Along with it, the rune lamps and candles were extinguished.
"Help! My leg is trapped!"
"Let me out quickly, my head is broken——"
The prisoners and guards groaned and wailed one after another. Some people didn't even know that their eardrums had been blown, and they screamed loudly.
The sea of qi has been suppressed, and the efficiency of spiritual energy operation is less than one-eighth of the original.
Under the dim moonlight, Song Shaoyuan stared at the blood mist in front of him, his thoughts changing rapidly. The explosion just now resounded through the night sky, and the Nanya guards and the Zhenfu Division would rush over soon.
Although Dali Temple is important, it is not an institution related to the survival of the city. Standing on the opposite side of Yu State, the benefits of blowing up Dali Temple are not great. unless...
This is a trap.
Song Shaoyuan formed a technique with one hand and used the art of Qinghui. An egg-sized ball of light flew straight forward, barely illuminating the ruins through the blood mist.
Sudden——
Everyone could clearly see through the light the dozen or so inhuman figures rising slowly from the blood mist.
"Monster, monster!"
A prisoner screamed, and standing in front of him was a monster more than one foot tall.
It has four-jointed legs, a fat and wide waist, and a sharply contracted upper body. Above its thin bamboo neck, there is a green head the size of a winter melon, with a ferocious expression, like a Nuo face.
The scream attracted the attention of the demon. It slowly turned its head and looked at the prisoner. The next moment, the long and thin inhuman arm penetrated directly through the latter's mouth, exploding the prisoner's upper and lower jaws, connecting half of his skull.
Blood was sprinkled on the ground as if it was free of charge. The prisoner was bleeding from all his orifices and died on the spot. However, after just a few breaths, his body twitched violently and turned into a smaller monster.
Tread, step.
The newly born inhuman monster stood up slowly using four insect-like steps. It also had a ferocious expression, as if it were a Nuo face, and its dull eyes reflected the miserable expressions of everyone in Dali Temple.
The blood mist has appeared, and the demon has come out of its cage
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"Haotian is above, kill the false emperor!"
"Kill the false emperor and clarify the Central Plains!"
The cry of killing resounded over Yanzhou City, the majestic spiritual energy collided and stirred, and the fiery wind caused by the talismans and spells drove away the dark clouds in the sky.
Thirteen unidentified men in black are besieging the governor's mansion in Yanzhou City. The techniques and styles they use are very different. The only similarity is that they are all low-level Zhuxiao realm.
Such a force is enough to destroy the city and massacre everyone in a quarter of an hour.
The ones who stopped them were the masters of the Imperial Palace's Enshrinement and Subduing Department.
In the prefect's mansion, officials at all levels who had gone with the emperor to Mount Tai to attend the Zen ceremony were hiding in a house full of protective restrictions, looking uneasily at the sparks in the sky caused by the aftermath of the battle.
"Your Majesty, news came from Chang'an that there was an explosion in Dali Temple, which affected Shunyi Gate, Jiang Zuojian and Weiwei Temple. The number of casualties is unknown."
Shen Tuyu lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "The Nanya guards and the Zhenfu Division have gone over to investigate the situation."
"knew."
Emperor Yu, who was sitting in the secret room of the Prefect's Mansion, nodded calmly.
Tonight's "assassination" and "ambush" were not unexpected by him. The royal palace has made adequate preparations for this to ensure nothing goes wrong.
As early as when the mountain chief was attacked and Taihao Mountain issued a proclamation, Emperor Yu had already anticipated that sooner or later the conspirators lurking in the shadows of the Yu Kingdom would take action to create trouble and try to cause Li Yu to collapse.
He decided to leave Beijing to become a Zen monk this time because he wanted to go to Mount Tai to retrieve a secret treasure left by Emperor Taizu of the Yu Kingdom.
Also in order to lure the snake out of its hole and eliminate the internal crisis in one fell swoop.
Now resolve the conflicts and catch all the demons and demons in one fell swoop.
It would be better if a few years later, the talisman of mountains and rivers dissipates, and when all the nations come to attack, they will be stabbed in the back by "one of their own", resulting in the loss of everything.
The only question is whether the prince overseeing the country in Chang'an can stabilize the situation as planned...
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boom!
A loud noise comparable to rolling thunder came from the north of the city. Wu Shiqi subconsciously shrank his neck, reached out to touch the saber hidden under his uniform, and turned his head to look north.
I saw a blood mist rising in the north of the city, like gauze like dusk, scarlet like blood, rising and spreading as time went by. The specific address seems to be...in the Imperial City?
Wu Shiqi was stunned on the spot. There was a folk legend that every brick and every wall in the imperial city was engraved with formations to guard against evil spirits causing trouble.
This statement is certainly an exaggeration, but the imperial city does have many restrictions. On the last Chinese Valentine's Day, there was a fire in Chang'an City, and the Li Chao wind was causing trouble, but the imperial city did not suffer much damage. Until now.
It was late at night, and not many pedestrians on the street heard the thunderous noise, saw the blood mist rising like a curtain in the sky, and shouted in panic.
It wasn't until the rapid beating of curfew drums sounded in the streets and alleys that passers-by woke up as if from a dream.
The rapid beating of drums means a curfew, which means Chang'an is under military control. No one is allowed to roam the streets, otherwise they will be regarded as suspects.
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This rule was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Pedestrians who were close to home hurriedly ran back home, closed the door, locked the door lock, closed the window tightly, and hung the Haotian bell.
If they were far away from home, they would seek refuge with relatives and friends. If it doesn't work, just rush into the nearest restaurant or inn - during special periods, the innkeeper can't drive people away.
boom! boom! boom!
Continuous explosions came from all directions, and blood mist also rose from those places, joining together in the air.
The pedestrians fled in all directions, but Wu Qiqi stood there blankly.
He had originally found out that the thin dog that died in the well belonged to the Zhong family of the Zhenfu Division. He wanted to go outside the Zhong Mansion to find out some information tonight, but he did not expect that something unexpected would happen.
What should we do now? Go home directly? Or should we return to Wannian County and wait for dispatch from above?
Wu Shiqi hesitated for a moment. Both his parents were dead and he was alone. He had no worries at home. As for Wannian County Magistrate...Wu Shiqi didn't think there was anything a magistrate could do at this time.
Instead of being a bystander and waiting for the outcome of the battle between the monks in the city, which would ultimately determine the lives of the people in the city, he would rather take the initiative to do something.
After figuring out this joint, Wu Shiqi gritted his teeth and ran wildly. Relying on the experience he had gained from walking through the streets as a servant over the years, he took the shortest possible route and ran towards the south toward Zhongfu.
Just then, silence fell.
The barking of dogs, the sounds of panicked people, the shouts of citizens, the drums of curfew, all the sounds disappeared, and it was so quiet that you could even hear your own heartbeat.
Wu Shiqi stiffly twisted his neck and looked behind him, only to see blood mist covering the sky and the sun, spreading over his head. The range of sight is drastically reduced.
And deep in the blood mist, some monsters that look like humans but not humans have already taken to the streets.
