Lord please forgive me

Chapter 219 The Evil King
The manor of the Wang family went to the empty building, and the owner surnamed Wang began to take the servants to clean up the mess.

After the three of Lan Jieyu left the mansion, they didn't just leave. Instead, the three of them divided into three directions, and began to search for clues in the Nuoda Changsha mansion.

Most of the martial arts figures who came out of Wang's Manor left the city overnight, but there were still a small number scattered in every corner of the city. Lan Jieyu knew that as long as there were these people, they could dig out those troublesome people hidden in the dark. Shitstick, the three of them have a rough judgment on the power gathered in Wang's Manor, and it's not enough to make the expert Jiang Clan so fearful. Leaving Cui Yushi, Jun Yuanzi, and Yang Yue aside, Although the rest cannot be regarded as a mob, they are indeed not much better.

They came here first to wipe out these people lurking in Changsha Mansion. As subordinates, they did things beautifully, and it was an honor for Master Bo to smile.

If you don't even have the awareness of "worry about the leader's worries first, and then enjoy the leader's joy", how can you be a qualified subordinate?

In the middle of the night, an extremely strange scene occurred on an official road in Shannan Road.

A carriage was walking slowly along the official road along the river. The driver was dozing off with his hands in his sleeves, snoring like thunder.

On the loess ground that the carriage had just passed by, there were cracks on the hard road that had been trampled by tens of thousands of people. The sound of the cracks was unusually sudden in this quiet late night. As if being whipped, the young leaves that were still green and about to drip by the roadside broke off at the root, fell without wind, and filled the space between the sky and the earth.

This is the case all the way.

In the carriage, Yingzhen let out a breath of foul air slowly, with a few drops of cold sweat overflowing from his forehead. He spread out his right palm, fingers like hooks, and a mass of explosive breath visible to the naked eye surged wildly in the palm of his hand.

Then, I saw him clasping his five fingers,
At this moment, the raised front hooves of the two steeds suddenly stopped, and the ripples on the river also stopped suddenly at this moment. The flying leaves seemed to be stuck in the air, and the snoring of the coachman suddenly disappeared.

All this happened in an instant, as if time stood still.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of the river seemed to be shattered by fishing nets all over the sky, every leaf in the air was cut into two pieces, and the road collapsed.

The steed continued to move forward against the fallen leaves. The coachman Deng Jiu suddenly leaned forward and coughed violently.

"Congratulations, Master."

Yingzhen smiled lightly, but did not make a sound. Before leaving, during a dinner, Li Qingxue dictated [The Sword Manual of Yuxin Slaying Demon Lotus Platform] for him. This is regarded as the first sword in the world by Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism The law, which is regarded as the supreme treasure by Jiang Shan's Luohua Palace, has competed with the Pure Land House for hundreds of years for a secret that has not been handed down for hundreds of years, just like this was revealed by a woman while eating.

Along the way, Yingzhen was trying to figure out this set of obscure Buddhist swordsmanship. During the period, he wanted to go crazy a few times. He was so scared that he hurriedly stopped. Finally, after several attempts, the swordsmanship made no progress. Grasping a hint of mystery between the consonances, and thus entering a once very familiar pseudo-realm of the Primordial Realm,
If you have comprehension again, you can return to the original state and return to the Primordial Realm.

"How long is it to Changsha Mansion?" Yingzhen in the carriage suddenly asked.

"Master Hui, it's not far away, we can arrive within two days."

"After three hours, I want the carriage to appear in Changsha."

The coachman Deng Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his mouth turned up, he picked up the wine gourd beside him and drank a few mouthfuls, stood up, holding the reins with both hands,

"Deng Jiu takes orders!"

After finishing speaking, Deng Jiu gave a soft shout, and the two steeds in front of him suddenly sped up and walked like flying. Gradually, the dense sound of hooves changed from heavy to light, from light to none,

The breath of Deng Jiu's whole body was transmitted to the horse through the reins, and the three of them were integrated into one body as the breath flowed.

This is the top imperial horsemanship.

Perhaps it was due to accidentally stepping into the pseudo-Hunyuan, although the mood induction has not returned to the peak, but it is almost the same. Ying Zhen faintly grasped that there is an extraordinary existence hidden in the Changsha Mansion at this moment, and this person is not Lan Jieyu and the others. Can handle it.

Although it is a pseudo-hunyuan, this realm has already resonated with the atmosphere of the heaven and the earth. Some people have the atmosphere themselves and dissolve between the heaven and the earth. Yingzhen can grasp one or two without deliberate effort.

He's happy about it,
He knew in his heart that if he wanted to truly enter the Hunyuan Realm, it would be just like how he fought Taishi Nest back then. Only when he went all out and the energy in his body was stretched to the maximum, could he see the slightest inadequacy. Just like a tinker, beating, beating, beating and tinkering can finally achieve perfection.

Hope he doesn't disappoint me.

Lan Jieyu broke into a mansion accompanied by a figure, and after half an hour, she calmly stepped out of the mansion, every time she went in and out, she had more than [-] lives on her hands.

When she was about to continue this game of cat and mouse, suddenly her pupils shrank, and she looked coldly at the end of the dark alley.

A stalwart man in a cloak stepped forward, his feet were silent, and the shadow behind him was dragged long under the moonlight.

Lan Jieyu looked around, and although she didn't see another figure, she knew very well that she was surrounded by no less than 200 people, all of whom were experts.

Hearing her sneer, she looked at the black shadow,

"Ping Lusheng, I didn't expect you to be Kong Yuan's running dog."

When the man approached, the moonlight shone on his face, and there was a sharp scar across the corner of his eye on his face that looked like a knife cut.

I saw him grinning:
"Xieyu, long time no see."

Lan Jieyu snorted coldly, and the spiritual energy in her whole body gathered secretly. Facing this person, she really didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest.

There are eight evil spirits in the holy gate, and the evil king Pinglusheng.

"Don't get close to the evil king. We have only met a few times. Oh, by the way, the last time I saw you, Mr. Xie Wang seemed to have just been slapped by the elder sister? Why? Have you taken revenge?"

Ping Lusheng didn't care about her cynicism, his eyes were clear, his smile was gentle, and his voice was so soft,

"How could it be? Ping didn't dare to hold grudges against the empress' slap. I came to see you tonight because I wanted to persuade Xie Yu to stop. For the sake of the Holy Sect's fellowship, I won't pursue it."

Lan Jieyu brushed his sideburn hair seemingly relaxedly, and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid that the evil king will be disappointed. Xie Yu came here under the order of the leader, and he dare not slack off in the slightest. Your Yinxie sect has ambushed so many people here, and I'm afraid you won't let me leave alive. Why bother to disagree and say something to stabilize me? We are not children, hurry up and do it."

Ping Lusheng grinned:
"Xie Yu knows that Ni Kun and Feng Qi are also in danger at the moment, and it is impossible for them to come over to help you. On the way to Huangquan, Xie Yu will not be lonely."

The corners of Lan Jieyu's eyes twitched, and all the energy in his body surged out, and he shot with all his strength.

　On April 4th, which is the day after tomorrow, my little brother will be on the martial arts boutique column on the homepage of the Qidian client. I hope readers will vote more on that day, thank you all.Now I'm going to pick up my wife in another city. She has two days off for Ching Ming Festival.

　　
　
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