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Chapter 610 Cursed Killing

For many, this was a sleepless night.

The main hall of the palace was also brightly lit.

Muchizanpu sat at the top with a serious expression on his face. The candlelight on the table flickered, making his face look increasingly cloudy and uncertain.

He sent heavy troops to surround the post house, and personally came with the imperial master to capture Xiao Lingjiang and others.

However, everyone who entered the posthouse seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving no trace. Even the Imperial Master never came out.

People outside could not wait for the news and did not dare to trespass, so they had to send a letter to ask for instructions.

After hearing the reports from his subordinates, Muchizanpu's face became even more ugly. Based on this scene, there must be some mystery in the post house, which actually trapped all the national masters.

He had long known that Xiao Lingjiang and the others would never be captured without mercy, and he didn't know what was going on in the post house right now...

He certainly believed in the ability of the national master, but Xiao Lingjiang's own attainments in mystical arts were already extraordinary, and he was accompanied by many masters of the mystical arts. She had carefully set up a trap, but it wasn't that easy to solve.

Muchizanpu looked worried and couldn't help but stand up and walk outside the hall with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of the post house from a high place.

It was late at night, and the night was getting darker and darker. Standing here, you can still vaguely see the light reflected by countless torches in the post house.

Whether it succeeds or fails, it depends on this night...

Suddenly a gust of wind came. It was obviously summer, but it actually made people feel a bit chilly to the bone.

Muchizanpu shivered inexplicably, feeling uneasy and panicked for some reason.

Since he ascended the throne at a young age, he has been carrying the aura of a king, and even has powerful tantric powers to enshrine his life lamp and pray for protection every day. As the leader of a country, he can only carry out reforms and rebuke Fang Qiu with high spirits, but he rarely feels this way anymore.

The attendant seemed to notice his discomfort and whispered: "Your Majesty, the night breeze is a bit chilly after all, so we should go back to the palace first..."

Muchizanpu did not force himself to persist, nodded and walked towards the palace.

However, he could barely take a step forward, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his heart felt as if it was being pinched hard and was about to explode.

"Pfft--" He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground, completely unconscious.

At the same time, Tuochi, who was trapped in the killing array, suddenly changed his expression.

"Not good!" He was horrified in his heart. He no longer bothered to use the technique to break the formation, and suddenly withdrew his hand seal, and then immediately sat down cross-legged, clasped his palms together and closed his eyes to feel it carefully.

But it's too late...

The life lamp was destroyed, and the king's energy was exhausted.

The king... passed away...

Even Tuochi, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but be stunned.

The king was in his prime and always in good health. He had the royal aura and the life lamp to protect him, so how could he suddenly die?

He looked at the killing formation that trapped everyone, and suddenly understood completely.

Xiao Lingjiang was sure that the king would send him to get the person, so he set up a double formation to trap him. But behind her move, the real target was the king.

Inheriting destiny and becoming a king, all those who have been emperors in the past dynasties have the aura of kings to protect them, and evil spirits and monsters cannot get close to them. In addition, a life lamp is enshrined for the king in the secret hall, which is bright day and night and cannot be destroyed by any magic, in order to protect the king.

This life lamp is controlled by the National Master Tuo, and has always been personally protected by several masters of the Tantric Sect who are skilled in mysterious techniques. Even though Tuocheng is not in the Buddhist temple, there are several Tantric monks guarding him, and no one else can even think of getting even half a step closer.

Over the years, Mingdeng has never made any mistakes.

But this night... Xiao Lingjiang trapped him in the formation. While sending Xuanmen masters to break into the secret hall and destroy the life lamp, he also sent people to attack the king.

He couldn't help but think of the man who stopped him and Gongji at the border between Liangzhou and Xibo. In this world, there are only a few people who can fight with him and still have the upper hand, and that person is one of them.

But since that day, the man has been hiding in the darkness and has never been seen again.

In this royal capital, there is almost no one other than this person who can break into the secret palace under heavy guards and destroy this life lamp.

Without the stalemate of the life lamp, even if the king is full of royal aura, it will be difficult to deal with the deliberate attack from Dazhou.

If the Buddha was in a Buddhist temple or palace, facing such an unexpected event, there might be some way to save him. But now, it's too late...

"National Master, what are you..." The people around him saw a look of defeat on his face, and they were both shocked and frightened.

As a successor of Tantric Buddhism and an eminent Buddhist monk, Tuocheng has always been calm and composed. How could he ever be described in such a way?

Tuochi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then forced himself to calm down and said: "Nothing, break the formation quickly!"

The sudden death of the king, once the news spreads, the whole of Xibo will definitely be in chaos, not to mention that the Bon religion is fighting fiercely with the Tantric sect. He must rush to the palace as soon as possible to stabilize the situation!

Tuochi said no more, and did not even have time to care about the soldiers who were caught in a murderous situation. He directly summoned the monks who were originally casting spells to resist the formation, and combined their efforts to forcefully break the formation.

Without the help of the monks to protect them, within a few breaths, the soldiers in the formation were killed and injured again.

When Tuochi arrived at the palace, the palace seemed calm and peaceful.

However, when he walked hurriedly outside Muchizanpu's dormitory and looked at the guards guarding him, he was still keenly aware of the tension in the air.

Seeing him finally arriving, the attendant guarding in front of the palace was relieved and hurriedly greeted him: "National Master..."

He is the person who serves Muchizanpu, but he has always been close to the Tantric faction. When such a fatal event happened, he immediately sent a message to Tuodachi and Gongji. Tuodachi was trapped in the formation, so he arrived belatedly.

Tuochi's face was solemn, he raised his feet and hurried towards the palace: "Has the Prime Minister arrived?"

"Already arrived." The attendant whispered.

Tuochi nodded slightly, and when he entered the inner hall, he saw Gongji standing beside the bed with a sad face. Muchizanpu, who was always high-spirited, was lying on the couch silently like a puppet, lifeless.

On his chest, there was a conspicuous blood stain that was dazzlingly red.

Tuochi stepped forward quickly, trying to save him again, but even though he used all his strength and magic, it was all in vain. Muchizanpu on the bed has been gone for a long time and is beyond saving.

Gongji looked at the sweat on his forehead and sighed deeply: "National Master, it's just that the king has passed away."

Tuochi's eyes darkened, wasn't he aware of this before?

Xiao Lingjiang deliberately trapped him in the formation, wasn't it just to make it difficult for him to rescue him in time? The best opportunity has passed. Xuanshi and eminent monks, no matter how powerful they are, are just mortals. How can they really bring the dead back to life with the skills of ordinary people?

He put away the sadness in his heart, took a deep breath, and asked: "What happened to the king?"

The attendant quickly reported: "Returning to the Imperial Master, the king has been staying awake in the palace tonight. After receiving the news of the accident in the post house, he was really worried, so he went out to take a breath."

"Who would have thought that when I was about to return to the palace, I suddenly vomited blood and fell down, and then..." At this point, the voice of the attendant couldn't help but get lower and lower.

Tuochi's eyes darkened slightly, and he took two steps forward to carefully check Muchizanpu's situation.

However, the more he looked, the more his frost-colored eyebrows became more and more frowned.

"Did the King show no other abnormalities before he vomited blood and fell to the ground?"

The attendant frowned and thought for a moment, and a picture suddenly flashed through his mind: "The king seemed to have caught a cold due to the night wind blowing outside the palace, and his complexion seemed a little bad at that time..."

Gongji couldn't help but think of something, and his heart jumped suddenly: "Could it be..."

Tuochi's eyes darkened, and he nodded solemnly: "It's a curse to kill."