Emperor Tianxing stood on Danbi and watched Zhao Changying disappear in front of him without any warning. The expression on his face remained unchanged, like a majestic and emotionless statue of a god.
In the battle just now, he fought one against two, and in an understatement, he was able to play with two strong men with strength above that of saints in the palm of his hand.
All the guards and palace people who witnessed this battle sighed in their hearts - even if the gods descended to earth, they could not be more majestic than His Majesty the Emperor at this time.
However, no one noticed that after Emperor Tianxing used the golden divine thunder to chop Zhao Changying into bruises all over his body, his bright golden eyes suddenly dimmed.
Like an oil lamp that is about to run out of fuel.
He stared at the place where Zhao Changying's figure disappeared, remained silent for a moment, and without taking any action, turned and walked towards Qianyang Hall.
"Cao Tong." He called lightly.
"My slave is here."
Cao Tong, the eunuch of Bingbi, had been staying in the corridor behind Qianyang Palace just now, watching this fierce battle with fear.
Initially, he wanted to try to give the emperor a hand to show his loyalty.
However, when the battle actually started, he realized deeply that this level of confrontation was not something he could easily participate in - even the slightest fallout could kill him.
Because of this, at this moment, he looked at Emperor Tianxing with more awe than before.
Strong men like Mangshan Ghost King and Zhao Changying were all defeated by His Majesty. One was wiped out in ashes, and the other was seriously injured and escaped.
Your Majesty's strength should be almost the same as that of a real immortal!
"Have you conveyed all my orders?" Emperor Tianxing continued, interrupting Cao Tong's chaotic thoughts.
Cao Tong lowered his head and said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Imperial City Guards, officials of the Exorcism Department, Luojing garrison and various nearby barracks have received orders to begin an all-round search for the traitor Gu Xu. . He is doomed."
Emperor Tianxing nodded: "You must not be vague about this matter. As long as this beast does not die, I will have trouble sleeping and eating."
Upon hearing this, Cao Tong immediately knelt on the ground and repeatedly promised Emperor Tianxing that he would definitely get this matter done.
At the same time, he was also full of doubts: With the emperor's strength, he could easily defeat even the Mangshan Ghost King and Zhao Changying, why would he pay so much attention to a young monk who didn't even have a Dharma Body?
Although Gu Xu's cultivation talent is indeed high, many people think that he will become another strong saint in the Daqi Dynasty in the future.
But talent, after all, only represents a possibility, and it will take a long time to turn it into real combat effectiveness.
But Cao Tong didn't ask any more questions.
He believed that the emperor must have his own reasons for making such a decision, and it was not his turn to worry about it.
Afterwards, Emperor Tianxing climbed the steps slowly, returned to the screen behind the Qianyang Hall, and sat down cross-legged on the mat.
The golden light in his pupils finally went out completely.
Then he closed his eyes and returned to the motionless, indifferent sculpture he had been before.
Cao Tong paused for a moment at the foot of the steps in front of the throne.
After a brief silence, he couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, how should we deal with the escaped Zhao Changying and the Zhao family in Youzhou?"
"Leave it to Xiao Wanjun to handle it." Emperor Tianxing said in a cold tone.
Cao Tong had served Emperor Tianxing for many years, so he naturally understood what he meant: I am about to start practicing, so don't bother me with these things anymore.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Cao Tong responded respectfully, and then
Then he bowed his body and backed away from the hall.
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Hundreds of miles north of Luojing City, a high mountain stands.
This mountain is shrouded in clouds all year round, with lush vegetation and a gloomy atmosphere.
Coupled with the tombs listed among the weeds, it looks even more gloomy and lonely.
This mountain is Mang Mountain.
There is a poem that goes: "The tombs on Beimang Mountain stand opposite to Luo City through the ages. In the city, the sun and evening songs are played, and the sound of pines and cypresses can only be heard on the mountain." (1)
What is described is the deserted and bleak scene here.
In a hidden cave deep in the dense forest of Mang Mountain, there is a coffin.
This coffin is made of golden nanmu called "imperial wood", and its surface is carved with complex and gorgeous patterns. But even if it has been painted and has undergone special anti-corrosion treatment, it still inevitably leaves traces of time.
Just then, a harsh "crunch" broke the silence in the cave.
Immediately afterwards, the thick coffin board was pushed away by a pair of white bone hands, and a terrifying-looking skeleton slowly crawled out of the coffin.
This skeleton was wearing a dirty and worn bright yellow robe with a pattern of a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it.
It twisted its neck stiffly, then bent down, took out a tattered flat crown with incomplete beads from the coffin, and put it on its head.
"Zhao Changying is such a bastard," the skeleton could be heard cursing, "The Emperor of Da Qi is so powerful, but he didn't tell me in advance, which resulted in basically all of my 'ghost attendants' dying."
This skeleton turned out to be the Mangshan Ghost King who had just had a fight with Emperor Tianxing in the palace.
Its body was indeed burned to ashes by Emperor Tianxing with a fire.
But as a cunning ghost born in an imperial mausoleum, it would definitely leave behind a backup plan before participating in a life-or-death battle.
It once separated a ray of soul and hid it in this coffin.
If its body dies outside, then it can use this ray of soul to resurrect in its lair in Mang Mountain.
Of course, the Ghost King of Mangshan, who has lost his true body and many "ghost attendants", is much weaker than before -
In the past, it could compete with the eighth realm monks.
But now, even if it encounters the weakest saint, it will most likely not be able to defeat it.
However, the fire of revenge deep in its heart will not be extinguished because of the defeat in this battle, but will become even stronger.
Although Emperor Tianxing is powerful, he cannot sit on Luo Jing's throne forever.
As a resentful spirit with an almost unlimited lifespan, the Mangshan Ghost King has witnessed the ascension and death of many generations of Da Qi emperors.
It knew that even if the Qi emperors had cultivation levels above that of saints, their longevity would still be similar to that of ordinary mortals - and normal saints and strong men could live to at least two hundred years old, unless something unexpected happened.
Mangshan Ghost King is very patient.
The myth of the indestructibility of the "Tianlong Formation" has been broken today.
It believed that as long as it waited, it would probably kill Emperor Tianxing and one day be able to complete its great cause of revenge.
It slowly walked out of the cave and came to the edge of the cliff, looking at Luojing City a hundred miles away.
Suddenly, it remembered the short little girl who had a rare "demon body" and almost became its "ghost attendant".
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Note:
(1) Excerpted from "Bei Mang Mountain" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty. _&
