Jiuzun asked

A speck of dust fell from Xiao Wendao's roof, that ordinary dust was like ordinary air.

Out of the sword, out of the sword!

There was a trace of blood on the house, dripping on Xiao Wendao's wooden table.The person who was ranked as the top assassin in Dongming did not expect that it was just a speck of dust that killed him.

"Luoyang of the Forbearance Sword Sect." The woman looked at the dead man and talked about the man's origin.

"Luoyang." Chief Wang mocked grumpily.

"You don't know his swordsmanship, forbearance is the way. His ability to hide is very rare in the entire Dongming." The woman said, looking at Xiao Wendao's face still did not move at all.

"So what's the matter? Didn't he die in the hands of the immortal?" Chief Wang snorted, looking at the dead first assassin with disdain.

"A person is silent like wind and fog, and a sword is as hard to reach as Luoyang." The woman said these two words, but she felt sorry for the "first assassin".

"Sleep." Xiao asked lightly, and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The woman was quite interesting, and went back to her house in peace.It was only after dawn that he knocked on Xiao Wendao's door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the woman knocked on Xiao Wendao's door, she covered her mouth in shock and dared not make a sound.

"Who are they?" Xiao asked, pointing to the three people beside him who had already died.

"The three great sword girls of the Flame Spirit Division." The woman replied.

"I didn't expect that there were people who also practiced the way of fire." Xiao asked in deep thought, wrapped a trace of Lihuo around his fingertips, and burned the three great sword girls into bone dust.

"Who is your enemy? My time is very precious." Xiao asked, thinking, except for the house.

Overnight, no fewer than ten famous martial arts celebrities in Dacheng, Gyeonggi died in this small inn.

Lord Wang followed closely behind Xiao Wendao like a servant, not willing to take a step away, while the woman and the child lowered their brows and did not even look at the scenery of the big city of Gyeonggi.

"Immortal." Chief Wang called softly.

"En." Xiao Wen asked faintly looking at a man dressed in red in front of him. The man made no secret of his murderous aura, with thick brows and thick temples, but he didn't look like a rough and mad warrior.

The two of them passed each other, the man glanced at Xiao Wendao, and Xiao Wendao smiled faintly.

But Gang Leader Wang's face was already covered with fine sweat, and he was quite frightened when he saw it.

Suddenly, there was a scream that resounded throughout the entire capital of Gyeonggi, and I saw the man in red just now, holding a human head from a private house, and flaunting it on the street.

The woman and the child behind him looked at the man in red like a lunatic, but Xiao Wenwen saw a warlike aura in the child's eyes.

"You two discuss whether I will kill for you first, or escort you to a safe place in Dacheng, Gyeonggi." Xiao asked straightforwardly.

"My enemy, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with." The woman pondered and took a deep breath.

"Sister." The child's three-color pupils glowed with splendor.

"The person I want to kill is not in a hurry." Gang Leader Wang said, but Xiao Wenwen's face turned cold.

"I'll only stay in this big city of Gyeonggi for one day." Xiao asked, and saw a large group of people appearing in front of him.

"The one I want to kill is the king of Dacheng in Gyeonggi, King Yelin." Chief Wang shouted.

"I'm going back to Gyeonggi to rebel." The woman said, pulling the child in front of her.

"Hmm." Xiao Wen nodded lightly.

The team of people sat around them with swords and halberds. The leader held a sword and looked at the woman.

"I didn't expect that your ambition is still in Gyeonggi City." The leader shouted.

When Wen asked the sword to be unsheathed, the man fell headlong from his horse, blood stained the ground below him, and the thousand-strong soldiers could not hold back anymore and charged forward.

Amidst the sword qi, the so-called thousand-man team is nothing but ordinary dead souls.

The red-clothed man stood with his sword in his hand, and with a half-step rush, he opened and closed the way of the sword.

But in Xiao Wendao's eyes, momentum is just a tactic for the guilty to deal with the timid, and what Xiao Wendao does not lack is courage.

As soon as the sword came out, a sword mark appeared on the chest and abdomen of the man in red.

But it was only a flesh wound, but the man in red stood aside in shock, watching Xiao Wendao heading towards the palace in Dacheng, Gyeonggi.

I saw dozens of ferocious beasts appearing at the gate of the palace, including jackals, tigers and leopards. Although there are beast gods, they have no animal nature.

It looks ferocious, but I'm afraid it has been kept for a long time, and the armor on the claws has been trimmed.

With a few blows of sword energy out of thin air, the ferocious beast whimpered, and within a short while, it was completely dead.

The woman pulled the child in front of her, lifted the black robe on him, and looked at the Minister of Gyeonggi in front of the palace.

"The Eastern Emperor is safe." I saw a person wearing a golden brocade robe standing on the pavilion of the palace.

"Thief." Donghuang Pingan scolded angrily.

I saw that man, with more than a dozen people standing behind him, holding a half zhang bronze bell in his hand. The runes on the bronze bell were quite strange.

Donghuang Pingan looked at the dozen or so people behind him, his face was moved, they must be acquaintances.

"If you don't want to be cruel, why do you need to be a real man?" Xiao asked, cutting with a sword.

The man knocked on the copper bell, only to hear that the copper bell sounded like a magic sound, which could penetrate the soul.

"Just kill." Donghuang Ping'an said, with a ruthless look in his beautiful eyes.

I saw that Eastern Emperor Ping An bit his fingertips, and a drop of blood went towards the copper bell, and the man pulled out a white fan, and printed that drop of blood on the white fan.

Although the copper bell is weird, in Xiao Wendao's eyes, although the copper bell has the function of stabbing the soul, it is only for ordinary people.

Tightly close the six senses, and the sword shines out.

"Dongwu Great God." The man shouted, and saw a man in a green shirt coming with a sword in his hand.

Xiao asked, looking at the man's clothes, he must be a cultivator of Tianwu in Kyushu, and the man has the murderous aura of a martial artist in Dongming.

"The east wind breaks through the sea." Xiao Wen asked with a move.

And "Tobu Great God" also imitated the trick "Dongfeng Breaks the Sea", which is somewhat similar.

Xiao Wenwen's series of sword moves were somewhat similar to those imitated by the "Great God of Dongwu".The man standing in the city pavilion saw that the Great God of Dongwu and Xiao Wenwen were evenly matched in the fight, and his face was happy.

"Using swords to make swords." Xiao asked in deep thought.

"Use swords to make swords." Dongwu Great God stood proudly.

"Then what about this move?" Xiao Wen asked, using the Gui Yi Sword of Jun Lin Jiange.

I saw a trace of sword energy condensed in the pupils of the Dongwu Great God, and he fell under the sword of Wen Wenjian.

Donghuang Ping'an shot another drop of blood, which landed on the bronze bell.I saw that copper bell was making faint sounds, but it sounded like human words.

The sword rose and the sword fell, and the "king" standing in the palace and pavilion stared at the night of the big city of Gyeonggi for the last time.

One person overthrew a dynasty, and the Eastern Emperor took the child safely to the palace.

"Then Yelin King doesn't need me to do it." Xiao Wen asked in deep thought.

"Yes." Donghuang Pingan nodded.

In the cool night, Xiao Wenwen sat cross-legged in the palace, looked at the attentive Donghuang Ping An, and said, "You and I are both businessmen."

He was self-explanatory, and he was thinking of what the Eastern Emperor had promised Ping An.

"Immortal, don't worry." Donghuang Pingan poured a cup of tea, and continued: "He must be the number one onmyoji in Dongming, but he is in the Death God Realm, and it will take some time."

"The Emperor of Dongming is called Wang, so we know what is the meaning of the word "Wang"." Xiao Wen asked in a deep voice.

Listening to Xiao Wen's tone, Donghuang Ping'an trembled his slender hands, and almost didn't hold the teapot steady.

"The king is the head of people, but not the head of all things. The so-called tiger in the mountain is king, but the hunter turned a blind eye. I said you are the king, and you are the king." Xiao asked, Sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, the murderous aura remains undiminished.

The Eastern Emperor's Christmas Eve never imagined that this Xiao Wendao was really evil and charming. He was really a villain and a real man just like what Kuchimu Yanke said.

"The person you are inviting is a big shot in the Death God Realm." Gang Leader Wang said, nibbling the fresh fruit in his hand.

Donghuang Pinganxiu stared, and said: "You, get out of the palace immediately."

That leader Wang bit half of the fresh fruit and couldn't swallow it anymore.

"Why."

"Hmph, it's just disgusting." Donghuang Pingan said, and ordered people to throw Wang Gangzhu out of the palace.

"It seems that King Yelin has an old relationship with you." Xiao Wen asked to express his thoughts.

"He is my nephew." Donghuang Pingan said, and continued: "But the immortal said that he will kill him, and he will not survive tonight."

Xiao Wenwen listened to Donghuang's words of peace, and his heart moved, like a woman's heart with a knife cut off her water, like a heart full of iron and blood.

"The Death God Realm you mentioned is in the Longevity Heaven Realm?" Xiao asked.

"My lord, the Realm of the Death God is the Dongming Ghost Mansion." Donghuang Pingan said.

"I just don't know, he won't be able to get down to Tianwu's Ghost Mansion." Xiao Wen asked in deep thought.

Suddenly, the bright moon was full of blood, and a round of blood moon was above the night sky. The Eastern Emperor was facing the direction of the blood moon and bowed devoutly.

"Peace." An old figure swiped.

An old man in a white robe and holding a willow staff stood on the palace of the king out of thin air.

"Mr. Mu Zhai." Donghuang Pingan knelt down and called out.

I saw that behind Muzhai Xianshan was the child with a broad knife on his back, like a swordsman.

"Sister." The child looked at Donghuang and called out.

"Taiyi." Donghuang Pingan grabbed the child's hand, looked at Xiao and asked.

"Immortal, maybe I saw Mr. Mu Zhai." Donghuang asked Pingan.

"Well, it's just a rough old man." Xiao Wendao nodded, looking into Mr. Mu Zhai's pupils.

I saw that Mr. Mu Zhai's pupils and Tai Yi's pupils both had several colors, which was quite weird.

"Unexpectedly, there is another person who is born with psychics." Donghuang Pingan said with envy in his eyes.

"Taiyi is a postnatal psychic, but he is an innate spiritual master." Mr. Mu Zhai said, looking at Xiao Wendao several times.

"There's no need to pretend to be mysterious." Xiao Wenwen said, pulling Mr. Mu Zhai away from the palace.

"You came here for love." Mr. Mu Zhai asked.

"Yes."

"I also came here because of love." Mr. Mu Zhai said, looking narrowly at Donghuang Ping'an and said: "I heard that the little Taiyi said that he is your sweetheart."

That Eastern Emperor's face turned red, only to hear Xiao Wenwen say: "I only love one person in my life."

What he did was murderous intent...