long night walk

Chapter 899 Chapter 870 Six: The demon should be the temple
Qiao Yu was so angry that his face was congested and red. He had never been so agitated and lost his composure. He pointed at Ying Xiu angrily and cursed:

"Evil! Evil! How could such a stupid person like you come out of Zhongyou? It is a shame for me, Zhongyou, to enshrine someone like you as the crown prince! That is the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou!

That is my Zhongyou's territory, the hometown of my Zhongyou's [-] people!I think that the great country in the middle of my country has been reduced to the point where the prince of the dynasty is needed to cede the land and guard the border!In your eyes, there is no mother or king, you are a beast! "

Seeing that he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood and bristle with anger, Ying Xiu was very pleased with himself:
"Call on? The more you scold, the happier Gu will be watching. If the Palace of the Three Kings, who loves the people like a son, really cares about the Thirteen Capitals, why don't you find a way to solve the mess that Gu left you?"

This is the crown prince cultivated and supported by Zhongyou!This is His Majesty's only Holy Blood Heir!

It will be a disaster for Zhongyou to get this evil master!

Qiao Yu's head was dizzy with anger!
The strength and prestige of the Zhongyou Dynasty have long been inferior to those of the past, and this group of monks from the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance are by no means ordinary people among the hundreds of immortal sects.

If there is a big killing ring here, it will attract wind and rain from all directions, and make a show of it for a lifetime.

Three years ago, the catastrophe of ghouls made Zhongyou unreasonable.

Today, three years later, Prince Yingxiu took the initiative to contribute the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou again. If he did not keep the promise and hand it over, he would lose faith and righteousness.

In the future, Zhongyou's situation in the human world will be even more difficult, and he will be regarded as a different kind and be despised.

Could it be that they really want to let their gecko cut off their tails and hand over all of You Shisan?

As a result, the vitality of the dynasty will be greatly damaged.

The [-] Zhongyou people in these thirteen capitals have to let themselves be fished by mermaids, and they have to look at the faces of those 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 for stability!
This is a great shame!But it makes people feel helpless, who wants this paper contract, it was made by their Chujun Zhongyou himself? !
Seeing Qiao Yu's reaction, Sima Yan was very satisfied. He laughed out loud and said, "Your Royal Highness, the crown prince, knows the current affairs and made an agreement earlier than my Wan Dao Xianmeng. The position of the Lord, but I believe that this contract is still valid, right?

We are here today, hoping that all the princes can keep their promises and hand over the Thirteen Capitals of Zhongyou as soon as possible! "

The eyes of all Zhongyou courtiers were tearing apart, as if they had been humiliated by some great humiliation.

"Qiao Yuwangdian, this group of human monks is too contemptuous! The soldiers can be killed but not humiliated! What's the harm in killing all these insidious villains today! I, Zhongyou Dynasty, why not be afraid of a battle!"

"Impossible! Zhongyou has no clear master now, and the crown prince is weak and incompetent, so embarrassing and useless, starting a war at this time will do me a lot of harm and nothing to benefit Zhongyou!"

"Could it be possible for me to bow my eyebrows to this group of despicable and shameless rats! I can't stand this birdishness!"

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

The matter on Yingxiu's side has not yet been resolved, and Sima Yan calmly took out a piece of deed paper, but it caused the Zhongyou courtiers to fall into anxious civil strife again.

Sima Yan had a triumphant smile on his face.

Although it is a pity that Ying Xiu does not ascend the throne, it is also a great achievement to win the entire thirteen capitals of Zhongyou.

Just as the leader thought, the Zhongyou people would be crazy, but once the rise and fall of the dynasty was involved, this group of people had no choice but to be cautious and bow their heads to the situation.

The external reputation of the Zhongyou Dynasty is not good, and they dare not kill Xianmen disciples in their own country.

In this move, the lord was determined from the very beginning.

Coupled with the useful pawn Ying Xiu, once the National Government Palace is stained with the blood of their monks, they will die here one by one.

His Highness the crown prince personally identified Zhongyou's crimes. By then, the Zhongyou Dynasty would not only hand over the Thirteen Capitals.

Looking at the entire National Government Hall up and down, who really felt that the killing order was issued.

This contract is really an excellent life-saving talisman.

"Let's do it..." In the criss-crossing wind, the cold palace wind blows close to the ground, creating a faint candle-colored halo.

Sima Yan suddenly heard a cold and calm voice like thin frost resounding very clearly amidst the noisy debate.

Hands-on?

It's ridiculous, who in Zhongyou would dare to kill someone in this national government hall?

Before Sima Yan could carefully identify who the owner of the voice was, the wind blowing behind him suddenly became fierce.

A ray of sword light rose slightly coldly, cutting through the space, the faint and hazy light, and silently landed on Sima Yan's back.

Then, as the spiritual power of the hand holding the sword spewed out, the tip of the sword pierced into his body unhindered like hot needles pouring cold oil, passing through his thick chest.

Blood soaked the lapel of his clothes red, and the tip of the sword kept moving, piercing out together with the deed paper that was displayed on his chest for everyone to see.

Sima Yan's whole body trembled, his painful eyes bulged, and then he slowly lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the extremely sinister sword coming from behind.

He was full of calculations, and he was sure that in the Zhongyou Dynasty and in front of the National Government Hall, no one from Zhongyou dared to attack him.

But even so, he was not defenseless.

What's more, that "do it" sounded like a warning sound, making him instantly on guard.

But Sima Yan was thinking about it, he never thought that this sword would stab him from behind.

His rear is reserved for the juniors who have experienced countless life and death dangers in the Myriad Dao Immortal League.

Looking at the familiar sword patterns carved between the blades, Sima Yan's eyes were filled with pain, and his brows were frowned, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual power of the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly twisted violently, shaking the thin contract paper to pieces!

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally sealed the deed, and none of the Zhongyou people, including the six Yin kings, could leave even a single trace.

But unlike the foreign cultivators who came with him, there was no need to abide by Zhongyou's prince and rules, and it was too simple to destroy it with a single sword.

But Sima Yan couldn't believe it even to his death, it came from behind him, someone really dared to do this!
At the last moment of life and death, he suddenly realized who was the one who gave the order to kill him.

It turned out to be the envoy from Jiuyou, the one who destroyed the treasured spiritual roots of the Six Paths in the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance!

The sword that pierced through the chest was drawn out like a poisonous dragon again and again, and the blood sprayed from the sword mouth was like mist.

Sima Yan let out a low howling sound from his throat, and he fell down clutching the bloody wound.

For a cultivator in the Transcendence Tribulation Realm, a sword wound is not a fatal injury.

But he has no defense against the juniors behind him, let alone such a sinister and vicious sword coming from behind him.

That sword seemed to be stabbed simply, but the spiritual power was released without hesitation, shattering the meridians all over his body.

The spiritual root in the heart vibrated violently, as if it might shatter and crack at any moment.

Sima Yan's eyes were stained red by the splashing blood, and his whole body looked like a wronged ghost who had just been fished out of the pool of blood.

His pupils trembled, he twisted his neck with difficulty, and looked at the young man standing behind him holding a sword against the wind.

His face was full of shock and confusion, and he called out that person's name with trembling lips:

"Brother Zong Han?!"

The remaining disciples of the Wandao Xianmeng were also shocked, although Zong Han's time in the Wandao Xianmeng was not long.

However, he came from a humble background and was not valued by the clan. It was Sima Yan who introduced him to the Myriad Dao Immortal League three years ago, and got the skills passed down by the leader himself.

It can be said that Sima Yan has the most important kindness to him!
But who would have thought that at a critical moment, he would be able to stab such a deadly sword without mercy.

Anyone can see that he didn't show any mercy with that sword just now.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng! ! !
Numerous cold swords unsheathed angrily, also with shock and shock, and put them on Zong Han's body in all directions.

A disciple of the Wan Dao Xianmeng asked angrily: "Zong Han! What do you mean! How dare you kill Senior Brother Sima!"

"Between the same family, the crime deserves death!"

"Take him down! Hand it over to the lord, and wait to see what happens!"

"Damn it! He hurt Senior Brother Sima and destroyed the contract!"

Shen Tu Qiao Yu and the others were also dumbfounded, never expecting such a sudden change.

Well done, Wan Dao Xianmeng itself also started fighting among themselves.

Zong Han, who was pointing at the sword for everyone, was full of murderous aura, without squinting, shaking off the blood beads on the sword, and the blade became as bright as a mirror again.

He withdrew his sword and gave a deep salute to Bai Lian, and said respectfully: "My lord, I am fortunate to fulfill my mission!"

"You!!!!" The disciples of the Immortal Sect were all shocked. The Sanxian of the Myriad Dao Immortal League actually called the Envoy of the Nine Nethers to be... the Lord? !

The disciples who were treating Sima Yan's injuries were using pills and spirits on him like money, but it was still difficult to survive.

The disciple's face was ugly, and when he lifted Sima Yan's clothes, he saw that in addition to spiritual power, there was also a thick demonic energy scattered from the bright red wound on his chest, which had even condensed into bruises on the skin of his chest. The demon spot.

The young disciple's brain thumped, and he lost the ability to think in an instant. His face was pale, and he couldn't speak: "Yes, yes, it is a demon... Brother Zong Han is a demon! He is actually a demon!"

Sima Yan's face was pale, he stared at Bai Li'an, and said with hatred: "What a vicious mind, my Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance will never let Zhongyou go easily!"

"The Zhongyou Dynasty broke its trust first, and then killed people. People of my generation should report Zhongyou's evil deeds to the world, and must gather the power of all the immortals to get rid of this cancer in the world!"

The disciples of Myriad Dao Immortal Sect raised their voices excitedly, furious with their words, gnashing their teeth one by one, wishing to slay demons and demons right now, and take up their swords to avenge their senior brother!
The green lantern in Bai Lian's hand was shaking, his expression was calm, his heart seemed to be calm, and he said calmly, "Why bother shouting, those who shoot swords and destroy people's contracts are not Zhongyou people."

The Zhongyou courtiers in the National Government Hall were so vigilant, they immediately reacted and said with a sneer:
"It's ridiculous, the one who killed your senior brother was wearing the clothes of the Wan Dao Xianmeng, and he was holding the Dao sword of your clan alliance in his hand. Come on your head."

Let this group of hateful human monks yell, the deed paper is destroyed, and a sinister plan goes to waste, it is really a joy!
Hearing this, Sima Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his face turning black.

What is an autopsy? Although he was seriously injured, don't say it so scary, okay, he's not dead yet.

He waved his hands weakly, and said tiredly: "Take down Zonghan first, since he called the young man from Jiuyou to be the master, we must treat our junior brother Zonghan well.

I don't believe that even if the instruments of torture of the Wan Dao Xianmeng were used on him one by one, nothing could be found?Colluding with the Yaozu, this crime is not a small one. "

The deed paper has been destroyed, but today Zhongyou Shisandu will not be able to get it anyway, even though he is heartbroken, he doesn't want to let it go.

But empty-handed, continuing the stalemate here is just a waste of time and effort.

Seeing that today is a waste of time for the various forces of the Immortal Sect, not only did they not get any benefits, but they also caused a commotion.

Zhongyou people hold grudges the most, after what happened today, they will experience outside in the future, but Zhongyou people's revenge and hatred are indispensable.

They also didn't want to stay longer, so they each put away their weapons and prepared to leave.

Today's big trouble was finally resolved, and Qiao Yu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Bai Li'an laughed lightly, interrupting everyone's delusional thoughts of leaving, and said leisurely: "Is my Zhongyou Dynasty a private inn? Come and leave whenever you want, it's a bit too naive. "

With just a few words, the hearts of those who were about to leave were instantly chilled.

Immediately, someone said angrily, "What's the matter! Zhongyou still wants to kill someone to silence him?"

Bai Lian smiled instead of answering, his slender fingers landed on the surface of the green lamp, and tapped lightly, making thousands of golden and jade sounds.

"Today, you will not be able to leave the National Government Hall."

In an instant, the sky was all over the ground, and the blood suddenly appeared.

Zong Hanyi, who was suppressing the right point with dozens of sharp dao swords, smiled, his robes swelled violently, and the clear spiritual energy in his body was immediately washed away, replaced by a more terrifying and unimaginable monstrous evil spirit.

A pitch-black scorpion tail swayed from behind him, blowing a cold wind like a blade, and the high-frequency sound at the end of the tail trembled. The long needle of the scorpion tail was a dark red needle-shaped long sword, and suddenly came out from the tail.

With the soaring demon power, how could the cultivator in the Myriad Dao Immortal League, who obtained the power of crossing the catastrophe by burning blood to sacrifice the soul, be able to resist, the scorpion tail sword controlled by his mind rushed out, killing the two of them.

The head rolled and fell.

And at the moment when Zong Han's demon-changing sword came out, as if some kind of signal had been sent, the sword on his body was retracted for a full half of the instant, and the blade was reversed, pointing at the disciples of the Xianmeng.

Puff puff! ! !
Another extremely long wonderful moment!

All the disciples from the Tribulation Realm of the Immortal League did not investigate anything, and like Sima Yan just now, they did not respond at all, and a long and thin line of blood was left on their necks.

One by one, they clutched their blood-spattered necks, looked at their siblings in disbelief, and fell to the ground one after another, their bodies twitching.

In the wound under the palm, the bright red demon power continued to rage downstream along the skin and tendons, and the body was numb and could no longer move.

On the faces of the Xianmeng disciples of Jianran's fellow sect, who were standing with blood and murderous aura, demon patterns slowly appeared on their faces.

For a moment, the demon power soared to the sky, almost lifting the palace tripod.

The Xianmen monks who were nearby were almost so overwhelmed by the overwhelming monsters that they couldn't stand firm. Their faces were shocked, and they lost their voices: "How can there be so many monsters? How can there be so many monsters in the Myriad Dao Immortal League?!"

(End of this chapter)