Chapter 898 Chapter 876: The demon should be the palace
Qiao Yu’s face was so angry that it was bloodshot and red. He had never been so excited and lost his temper as he was now. He pointed angrily at Ying Xiu and cursed loudly. :
"What a shame! What a shame! How could Zhongyou have such a mediocre and foolish person like you? It is simply a shame for me to accept someone like you as the crown prince! That is the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou!< br>
That is my Zhongyou territory, the homeland where my 50,000 Zhongyou people grew up! To think that our great country, Zhongyou, has fallen to the point where we need the prince of the imperial dynasty to cede territory to protect the territory is simply inconceivable in your eyes! Mother has no king, she is just a beast!”
Seeing him almost vomiting blood and furious, Ying Xiu felt very proud:
"Should you scold me? The more 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 who was trained and supported by Zhongyou! This is your majesty’s only holy-blooded heir!
Zhongyou will be in great trouble if he gets this evil master!
Qiao Yu’s head was so angry that he felt dizzy!
The strength and prestige of Zhongyou Dynasty is no longer what it was back then, and these monks of 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 lead to wind and rain from all directions, which will shake the whole world.
Three years ago, the catastrophe of corpse ghosts made Zhongyou irresponsible.
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 integrity and righteousness.
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 be mermaids, 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!
This is a great shame! 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 current affairs and has made an agreement earlier than our Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance. Even if His Highness Yingxiu sits down He is not in the position of the Lord of Zhongyou, 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 the courtiers in the middle were about to burst, as if they had been humiliated.
"Prince Qiao Yu's Palace, these human monks are so arrogant! Scholars can be killed but not humiliated! What's the harm in killing all these insidious villains today! I, the Zhongyou Dynasty, should not fear a single battle! "
"No! Zhongyou currently has no clear master, and the prince is weak and incompetent, making him difficult to use. If we start a war at this time, it will do a lot of harm to me in Zhongyou but not a single benefit! "
"Is it possible that I, Zhongyou, must bow my eyebrows to these despicable and shameless rats! I can't stand this nonsense! ”
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
The matter on Ying Xiu's end has not yet been resolved. Sima Yanfeng calmly took out a piece of deed paper, but it caused Zhongyou's courtiers to once again fall into anxious civil strife.
Sima Yan had a proud smile on his face that was determined to win.
Although it is a pity that Ying Xiu will not ascend to the throne, it is possible that the thirteenth capital of Zhongyou will be obtained, which is also a great achievement.
Just as the alliance leader thought, the people in Zhongyou 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 of Ying Xiu, once the Guozheng Palace is stained with the blood of their monks, one of their soldiers will die here.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will personally identify Zhongyou’s 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.
Do it?
It’s 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 sword light rose slightly coldly, 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.
Blood soaked his clothes red, and the tip of the sword 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 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 sword hilt 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 foreign cultivators who came with him, there is no need to abide by Zhongyou's prince and rules. It is too simple to destroy him with a sword.
But Sima Yan could not 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 through the deed paper was quickly drawn out like a poisonous dragon, and the blood sprayed out from the sword's mouth like mist.
Sima Yan made a low, painful sound from his throat. 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 the meridians all over his body.
The spiritual roots in the 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 a pool of blood.
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 man's name with trembling lips:
"Junior Brother Zonghan?!"
The remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance were also shocked, Zong Han entered Although the time of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance is not long.
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. He was personally taught the skills by the leader of the alliance. In recent years, his cultivation has reached the peak of success, and he has achieved such status and reputation now.
It can be said that Sima Yan had as great a blessing as Mount Tai!
But who could have imagined that at a critical moment, he could stab such a fatal sword without mercy.
Everyone 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!"
"Fellows fighting each other deserve death!"
"Take him down! Hand him over to the alliance leader to be punished!"
"Damn it! He hurt Senior Brother Sima and broke the contract. Paper!”
Shentu Qiaoyu and the others were also dumbfounded, never expecting that such a change would happen suddenly.
Oddly enough, the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance themselves started to fight 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, and said respectfully: "My lord, fortunately you have fulfilled your mission!"
"You!!!!" All the disciples of the Immortal Sect said Shocked, the loose immortals of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance actually called the Nine Nether Messenger...the Lord? !
The disciple who was treating Sima Yan's injury was given pills and spirit powder as if for free, but it was still difficult to survive.
The disciple had an ugly face. He opened Sima Yan's clothes and saw that in addition to spiritual power, the bright red wound on his chest was also filled with a strong demonic energy, even on the skin of his chest. There were bruised demonic spots formed in the space.
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 has a pale face. , stared at Bailian, and said in a hateful voice: "With such vicious thoughts, 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!”
< br>The disciples of Wandao Immortal Sect were excited and angry, and they all gnashed their teeth. They wished they could kill the demons now and avenge their senior brother with their swords!
Bailian's green lantern shook in his hand. His expression was calm and his mind seemed to be completely calm. He said calmly: "Why clamor? Those who hurt people with swords and destroy deeds are not Zhongyou people. .”
The Zhongyou courtiers in the Guozheng Palace were so alert. They reacted immediately and sneered: "It's ridiculous. The one who killed your senior brother was wearing the clothes of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance and was carrying the same thing in his hand. The Dao sword of your clan alliance, Even if we get out of Zhongyou and conduct an autopsy and examine the injuries, there is absolutely no reason why we, Zhongyou, could be traced.”
Let this group of hateful human monks scream and scream that the deed was ruined. It’s really satisfying to see the insidious plan come to nothing!
Hearing this, Sima Yan suddenly lost his breath and 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: "Get Zong Han first. Since he called the young man from Jiuyou to be the master, we must entertain our junior brother Zong Han well.
I I don’t believe it. The instruments of torture of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance are all Nothing can be found on him? The crime of colluding with the demon clan is not a small one."
The contract paper has been destroyed, but what happened to the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou today? Even though I was heartbroken that I couldn't get it, I didn't want to give up.
But with empty hands, continuing the stalemate here is just a waste of time and effort.
The immortal sect forces from all sides saw that today’s visit was a waste of time, and they didn’t get any benefits at all, and they also caused a lot of commotion.
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 also did not 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, Bailian chuckled, interrupting everyone's thoughts of leaving, and said leisurely: "Do we think that Zhongyou Dynasty is a private inn? You can come when you want, and leave when you want. It's a bit too naive."
The words that were said lightly 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?"
Bailian didn't answer but smiled instead. His slender fingers fell on the surface of the green lantern, and he tapped lightly. The sound of thousands of layers of gold and jade came out.
"You can't get out of this palace today."
In an instant, blood filled the sky and the ground.
Zong Han laughed happily as he suppressed his opponents with 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 monster. gas.
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 power of demons soaring, how can the monks in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, who obtained the strength to overcome tribulations by burning blood and sacrificing their souls, be able to resist? The scorpion-tailed sword controlled by his thoughts suddenly came out and took out two human life.
Heads rolled down.
The moment Zong Han demon 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 Immortal Alliance. Disciples.
Puff puff puff! ! !
Another extremely long and wonderful moment!
Nothing was found among the Immortal League disciples in the Tribulation Realm. Just like Sima Yan just now, they were completely unresponsive, and a thin line of blood was left on their necks.
One by one, they covered their necks with splattered blood and looked at their fellow disciples in disbelief. They fell to the ground one after another and twitched.
In the wound under the palm, the bright red demonic power continued to wreak havoc downstream along the skin and veins. The body felt numb and paralyzed, and could no longer move.
On the faces of the Immortal League disciples whose swords were stained with the blood of their fellow disciples and who were standing with murderous looks, demonic patterns slowly appeared on their faces.
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 lost their voices: "How can there be so many demons? How can there be so many demons in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance? So many monsters?”
(End of this chapter)