"Miaomiao?" Zhang Yuanqing blurted out without raising the trumpet.
Guan Ya, Brother Hongji and the Master of the Killing Palace all withdrew their weapons. When they heard someone calling out their name, Sun Miaomiao was stunned again. The sword pills in her palms that were ready to be fired were briefly calm. She glanced at the crowd in confusion and hesitated, "You guys?" …?”
Her eyes fell on the small trumpet in Zhang Yuanqing's hand and she recognized it as Princess Yinyao's beloved toy. She was immediately shocked and said: "Yuanshi Tianzun?"
She looked even more confused, looking left and right, from the unfamiliar faces to the scene of a fierce fight, and said blankly, "Why am I here? Why are you here? What happened?"
It’s really Sun Miaomiao!
Sun Miaomiao, who drifted away in the dungeon and lost contact, was finally found, and everyone was relieved.
Then you and I told Sun Miaomiao the whole story. During the process, Sun Miaomiao took out the source of life liquid to treat the injured body. There were seven or eight wounds on his body. The wound penetrated his heart and was cut in half by the palace master's knife.
Even for a level six Night Traveler, the injury is serious. Without the use of life source liquid, it would be very difficult to recover simply by relying on self-healing.
After a while, Sun Miaomiao was stunned when she heard half of it. She didn't expect that so many things happened while she was confused.
Brother Hongji interjected in disbelief, interrupting everyone's lecture: "How did you become the lackey of the Imperial Master? You stabbed me this morning. Didn't you recognize the props of Yuanshi Tianzun?"
He couldn't believe that Sun Miaomiao could be so stupid that he was even stupider than Jiang Jingwei.
Sun Miaomiao frowned, "I don't know anything. As soon as I entered the dungeon, I received a mission prompt saying that I was hit by the "Soul-Sealing Spell" and could not move. The main mission was to survive the erosion of the Soul-Sealing Spell for ten days, and the side mission The mission is to break the seal, and I suddenly woke up just now and thought I had broken the seal."
Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed when he heard this: "You have been sleeping, so who was fighting us just now?"
He thought that Sun Miaomiao was being manipulated or had some kind of mind-twisting spell so that she didn't recognize her teammates, but now it sounded like that wasn't the case.
At this moment, Brother Hongji's expression suddenly became dull and his pupils were dilated. Before anyone could react, he slashed at Guan Ya's neck with his knife.
The Fire Demon was good at melee combat, and the sword was fast and fierce. Although Guan Ya was a scout, his attention was entirely on Sun Miaomiao. When he noticed that Brother Red Rooster was abnormal, it was too late to react.
At that moment, the lattice door fell apart and the curtain covering the side hall shattered. A harsh whistle sounded, and everyone's eardrums stung. The sword light flashed, and Brother Red Rooster's right arm detached from his body, still holding the knife and slashing at Guan Ya.
But it had lost the strength to chop off the head, and it embedded half an inch into Guan Ya's neck before stopping.
Brother Hong Ji groaned and staggered back while holding his empty knife and elbow. Guan Ya staggered for a while, and a two-meter-high fountain of blood spurted out from the artery in his neck, and she fell to the ground with a pale face.
Zhang Yuanqing, the infernal corpse, hurriedly supported the Queen and held up the small trumpet, "Quickly, source of life liquid, source of life liquid."
The Master of the Killing Palace kicked Brother Hongji in the chest and kicked him against the wall. There was a huge earthquake in the wall, and Yin Qi left Brother Hongji's body and floated to the roof, trying to escape.
Xiao Yuan and Xie Lingxi quickly took out the diluted life source liquid and threw it at Guan Ya. At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian shirt stepped into the threshold and stared at somewhere in the air with his white eyes. He snorted coldly: "You devil, how dare you Release the law in Yang Mansion."
Kuanshou shook his head, and rushed out a small sword as fast as lightning. He nailed it to the beam with a "dumb" sound. A vague scream echoed in the hall, and the majestic Yin Qi poured out everywhere.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly raised his trumpet and shouted, "Be merciful!"
The middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt ignored him. Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly looked at Guan Ya who had successfully stopped the bleeding after injecting the source of life fluid and said, "Zhou Keqing, please show mercy."
The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt waved his hand, and the sword automatically pulled out and flew back into his wide sleeves.
And Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Miaomiao swallowed it!"
Sun Miaomiao comprehended and stared at the dark and viscous energy floating in the air at the female ghost with disheveled green and black hair. She opened her mouth and inhaled, and the injured soul that had just been struck by the shocking sword energy turned into green smoke and floated into Sun Miaomiao's mouth unwillingly.
Sun Miaomiao immediately closed her eyes and began to eat Lingnan to receive the memory fragments of the resentful spirit.
The middle-aged man in Confucian robes strode towards Guan Ya and looked up and down. He was relieved when he saw that she was covered in blood but her wounds had recovered. He bowed and said, "Media Zhou came late to rescue me. Please forgive me, Queen Mother."
Guan Ya took the lead gently and looked dignified: "I would like to thank Zhou Keqing. You go out and report to your father that you are safe. I will change my clothes before going to see my father."
The middle-aged man in Confucian robes swept across the crowd, stayed on Zhang Sun Miaomiao for two seconds, hesitated to speak, and finally left.
Guan Ya looked at each of them treating their injuries or helping the team to treat their injuries and said, "He is a guest of the Yang family and was born as a Jinshi. He impeached the Zheng family for a corruption case and was slandered and imprisoned. He was rescued by my father and resigned in frustration." , gave up his pen and practiced swordsmanship, and became the Gong Keqing of Yang Mansion, he should have peak level six strength."
"I have a lot of memory about the absorption blade, and my words have become phony." The Master of the Palace of Zest Killing tsked.
Then he said to Brother Red Rooster, "Rebirth of a broken arm requires concentrated life source fluid, which corresponds to level 6. You can be the Condor Hero for a few days."
At this time, Sun Miaomiao opened her eyes, pressed her forehead and moaned in pain, using her fifth-level body to swallow the sixth-level spirit. Even if the resentful spirit suffered heavy losses, it was still a terrible load for her.
You can no longer use Soul Devouring in the near future, otherwise you will easily go crazy.
The Master of the Killing Palace opened his red lips slightly and hummed a melodious song. Under the comfort of the musician, Sun Miaomiao's violent and out-of-control spirit gradually calmed down and she gasped: "I, I got a lot of information!"
Brother Hongji diligently handed over a tube of life source liquid given by Yuanshi Tianzun in the morning, "Take a sip first to moisten your throat."
"Go!" Sun Miaomiao spat him away.
"Can we save some strategic resources like this?" She said after spraying Brother Red Rooster, "The resentful spirit just now is the national master's spiritual servant. Its mission is to use my body to assassinate the faint king Zhao Shun. I summarized it from the memory fragments of the resentful spirit. Three important pieces of information."
"First, the Imperial Master is practicing something, or he may be practicing some kind of magic, and he cannot leave the Tianji Building in the short term. Second, the Imperial Master attaches great importance to the ceremony of worshiping the heavens, and has repeatedly issued warnings to his disciple Zheng Wenhan not to make mistakes."
"Third, the National Preceptor attaches great importance to reputation and painstakingly manages his image among the people. Nothing else. After all, this is just the core information that the National Preceptor's spiritual servants cannot access."
The Imperial Master will not leave the Tianji Tower for the time being. This is good news. The bad news is that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Once he can leave the Tianji Tower, it means that he has "achieved great success."
Is there a hidden story behind the ritual of worshiping the heaven? It’s just that the Imperial Master shouldn’t take it so seriously if he slandered Zhao Shun.
The National Preceptor also attaches great importance to reputation, and side missions to win the hearts and minds of the people are indeed very important.
Next, everyone told me the progress of the copy, their respective main line tasks, and the difficulties they are currently encountering.
Sun Miaomiao was stunned for a moment and sighed: "I suddenly felt that the Fire Master's copy was quite good. I could simply fight and kill him."
The dungeon of the King of Subjugation was the most intricate dungeon she had ever experienced, and it was also the only large dungeon. Both the Transcendent and Saint dungeons tended to be scene-based adventures.
Give you a dangerous scene, just defeat the bOss and decrypt the copy information.
The King of Subjugation is different, more like a small world.
The dominance level copy is really different
"Really!" Brother Hongji appreciated Sun Miaomiao's words very much. The copy of the fire master is the copy of a man. If you don't accept life and death, just do it. If you win, you will be promoted to immortality. If you lose, you will be promoted to heaven. "
However, no one paid attention to him. Zhang Yuanqing of the Infernal Corpse thought for a few seconds and said: "I will rest today and wait until I watch the stars at night. This Infernal Corpse is temporarily staying in the Yang Mansion to facilitate communication."
Xie Lingxi was worried: "What should I do if the Imperial Master sends his spiritual servants to attack again?"
"There are many masters in the Yang Mansion. With this attack, the defense will be tighter. Besides, the national master's target is me. As long as I am not here, there will be no endless assassinations."
late at night.
Zhang Yuanqing thought while watching the changes in the stars. There were still two days left before the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. According to the analysis during the day, he would have no way out if he showed up at the heaven-sacrifice ceremony.
Therefore, it is necessary to get through all the links before the heaven-sacrifice ceremony and formulate a complete copy strategy.
Fu Qingyang's frontline army cannot sustain it for long, and must take control of the capital as soon as possible.
In the early morning, Wang Beiwang drove a carriage, shaved his beard and quietly returned to the capital. He could not go back to his home base in the west of the city. He privately let Zhao Shun go. The Qinglong Gang would not let him go, and his gang brothers could not join him.
The cost of the restaurant and inn was too high, and he couldn't afford it because he was short of money. After much thought, he decided to look for a "deserted house".
In the context of the Northern Dynasty's southern expedition, many people in the capital fled south. The wealthy businessmen left their old concierges to look after their homes, while the people locked their doors.
Therefore, there were a large number of empty houses in the city. As a native of the capital, he knew that many houses were empty.
After wandering around the city for half an hour, Wang Beiwang led the carriage into a series of secluded alleys. He cut off the iron locks with his sword, dismantled the carriage and led the horse into the courtyard.
All the daily necessities in this empty house have been taken away, but the firewood stove and other facilities are still there, and there are a few broken bowls that can be used for a few days.
With his cultivation, he had no problem sleeping in the open. He skillfully fetched well water and wiped the dust on the seats in the house. He found the dusty tea set and cleaned it. He drank ice cream and sat on the threshold of the hall with the refreshing well water. rest.
At this moment, a bright breeze drifted into the house.
When Wang Beiwang was alert, he saw a branch floating on the ground and writing "This is my Emperor, Your Majesty."
Wang Beiwang's vigilance slowly relaxed and he was confused: "How do you know I'm here?"
The tree branch wrote: "Is it the royal land in the whole world? Is it the royal city on the shore of the land? I know everything about the capital."
Wang Beiwang asked: "Then why didn't you know that you would be assassinated yesterday?"
Twigs wrote. "It's boring to chat like this."
Wang looked north and said "heh".
Zhi continued: "I will arrange a mission for you to go to Xu Chang's old residence and meet the leader of the Qinglong Gang."
Wang Beiwang asked in confusion: "What?"
The branches slowly wrote "Recruit the Qinglong Gang!"
An hour later, Wang Beiwang, who was full of thoughts like "Hunjun is crazy", knocked on Elder Xu's door. The concierge Niu's expression changed when he saw him coming back, and he lowered his voice and said, "You don't want your life? Elder Xu Chang knows you let that person go." , he was so angry that he threatened to clean up the family. Not to mention the gang leader, he wanted to burn you to death."
Wang Beiwang shrank his head, hesitated for a few seconds and gritted his teeth: "Take me to see the gang leader and Mr. Xu Chang."
