Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

Chapter 177 Confucian swordsman, old monk, the end of the rules, so-called power!
Inside the palace, the lights flickered.

Occasionally there is a breeze and the candlelight shakes.

The young guard's loud report, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps, resounded throughout the entire emperor's palace.

After hearing what the guards said, Emperor Xia and King Wu's expressions darkened.

"Bring it up!"

The next moment, Emperor Xia restrained himself and said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

After saluting, the young guard stepped forward respectfully and handed over the urgent border report.

Emperor Xia reached out to take it.

On the square bulletin, streaks of blood, like a knife blade, pierced deeply into the eyes.

He paused for a moment while staring at the congealed blood, then spread out the blood-stained paper with his big hand, and looked at it intently.

There were not many records in the urgent report, but Emperor Xia read it for a long time and remained silent.

King Wu looked dignified, and he lowered his eyes to look.

After two or three breaths.

He clenched his fists tightly, breath surged all over his body, and his eyes were red!
Then, he spoke angrily.

"Damn Temple of Bones!!"

I saw that on the border emergency report, it was written...

Because the Great Sage of Bone in the Hall of Bone Bone performed a special secret technique to induce the blood sun flower to move, the fragrance of the flower spread thousands of miles, and attracted many elders from outside the territory to compete desperately for the blood sun flower.

To defend our Great Xia territory and protect our Great Xia people.

The Great Xia Frontier Defense Army has 32 generals and 820 soldiers!

All died in battle, and no one survived.

After reading the frontier emergency report, both Emperor Xia and King Wu fell silent, with great anger in their hearts.

Clenched fists!

But soon, they let go of their palms, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

This border incident is different from the last East China Sea Dragon Palace.

This time, no matter how powerful Great Xia is, it is impossible to deal with so many demon sects outside the territory at the same time.

In fact, the hidden forces such as the Hall of Bones and Rashomon really hope that Emperor Xia will be the same as last time.

Raise your troops again to attack the demonic sect outside the territory!

In this way, even if the Great Xia Dynasty wins in the end, its comprehensive strength and its own national fortune will inevitably drop to freezing point, completely weakened, and even on the verge of collapse.

The so-called snipe and clam fight, the fisherman benefits, it is so.

Emperor Xia was able to sit in the position of emperor for so long, so he was naturally far-sighted and considered the overall situation, and he knew this very well.

"Wu Wang!"

Suddenly, Emperor Xia said expressionlessly.

"Chen is here!"

After seeing Emperor Xia's expression, King Wu bowed slightly, and replied in a deep voice.

"All the generals and soldiers who died in the border battle this time must be compensated and resettled with the highest standard of compensation!"

"This matter is up to you to take over."

"Yes!"

The voice fell.

Inside the palace, it was completely quiet.

The two remained silent for a long time.

Only the flickering candles in the hall seemed to reflect the turbulent emotions between the two of them.

After a while, King Wu, who was a bit hot-tempered, looked unwilling.

Full of murderous intent, he said: "Brother! This time, the Hall of Bones acted so blatantly!"

"Could it be that we can only count it?"

King Wu naturally knew the truth of "snipe and clam fighting".

But the border guards are the army brought out by him, so he naturally has deep feelings in his heart.

And for him, feelings are often far greater than reason!

"No, they will pay the price."

Emperor Xia was silent for a while, then raised his head and stared in a certain direction.

In the silent night, the flickering candles were like the flames of war dying with the wind in the frontier battlefield, stained with deep and fiery blood.

Floating in the hall.

And his words, although quite plain, contained a deep killing intent!
……

In the depths of the prison, in a blue hall.

Long Bohai sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slowly swept over the Yanyan and the others.

In front of him stood a Confucian scholar, a swordsman, a woman, an urchin, and standing in the center, an old monk with white eyebrows in coarse linen clothes.

Among the five people, four of them are elders of the orthodox sect in Daxia territory.

The cultivation base is the same as him, both of them are at the ninth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and they are only one step away from the Divine Platform Realm.

And that white-browed old monk is a bit special, he is the patriarch of the Tianhai Sect outside the Territory, a peerless figure in the Taoist palace!

Even if Long Bohai saw him, he still had to respectfully call out senior.

All these people had heard that there was going to be turmoil in Emperor Xia City, so they came here to help, maintain stability, and help guard the prison.

"Ha ha……"

"These people's words are high-sounding on the surface, and each one sounds better than the other."

"Actually, isn't everyone still thinking about the two sacred weapons, Tianluo Sword and Mingfeng Sword?"

Looking at the five people in front of him, Long Bohai sneered in his heart.

But he is old and mature, and he thinks so in his heart, but the effort on the surface is extremely good, and there is no leakage.

In the past two days, he and the five of them had a very happy conversation.

I didn't know, but I thought they were old friends who had been lost for many years, reunited after a long absence.

"Back then, King Bohai was ordered to be imprisoned because he made a big mistake when he was young."

"It's been almost 100 years since that incident, right?"

Among the five people, the young man dressed as a Confucian scholar smiled and said: "This time I return to the sect, I will plead with the ancestors next time to abolish this ban!"

"Let King Bohai regain his freedom as soon as possible."

The swordsman next to him also chuckled, and then nodded in agreement: "It should be so!"

"Hundred years of foot restraint, even if King Bohai has a huge fault, it should be offset."

"When I go back this time, I will also mention this matter to my ancestors."

"Then I have to thank you both."

Long Bohai smiled and thanked the two of them.

But there is a saying in my heart, I don’t know if I should say it or not!

It was you who threatened Emperor Xia and put him in prison.

Well now, it is you who said to lift the ban.

In the theatrical troupe, those who specialize in changing faces are not as fast as you, right?

Besides, he is going to die of old age, what else can he do when he goes out?

Digging your ancestral grave?

Long Bohai cursed in his heart!

On the surface, they continued to chat with several people.

At this time, a black-robed woman next to her suddenly said, "Since King Bohai is in prison, he has been in prison for so long."

"You must be very familiar with the situation in this prison, right?"

Long Bohai's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly: "Elder Yue, what does this mean?"

"If you have something to say, you might as well say it clearly."

"I mean……"

The woman in black robe stared at Long Bohai with stern eyes and said bluntly: "There are crazy rumors outside now that Tianluo Sword and Mingfeng Sword, these two peerless sacred weapons, are hidden deep in the prison."

"Since King Bohai has been in prison for so long."

"I think King Bohai must know the clues of these two sacred artifacts?"

After the black-robed woman finished speaking, the rest of them also looked at Long Bohai with smiles, as if they were waiting for his answer.

Long Bohai didn't change his expression, he shook his head and sighed: "Elder Yue doesn't know something. Although I've been in prison for a long time, I spend most of my time concentrating on cultivation."

"In my spare time, I also use it to confess my mistakes when I was young."

"The understanding of this prison is really not as detailed as you imagined."

"As for the Tianluo Sword and Mingfeng Sword, I haven't even heard of it before."

"Ah……"

Several people sneered secretly when they heard this.

Do you believe what you said?

"It's meaningless for King Bo Hai to say that."

"Who has been in prison for more than 100 years, but doesn't know much about prisons?"

"What you say and what you do must be reasonable."

The young Confucian scholar said lightly, "I'm afraid it wasn't King Bohai, who already knew the whereabouts of the two holy artifacts. Seeing me waiting, you will hide the clues, right?"

"Fellow Daoist is right!"

The rest of the people also nodded slightly.

Long Bohai shook his head, "The strength of your spiritual thoughts is not inferior to mine, and you have been in prison for a while."

"The entire prison, inside and out, should have been scanned many times with divine sense, right?"

"Have you ever found the holy artifact?"

As soon as these words came out, several people frowned and fell silent.

Suddenly, the white-browed old monk who had been silent all this time suddenly opened his mouth and said, "There is another place that I haven't explored before."

Hear this!

Long Bohai's complexion also turned cold, "I have already said that you are not allowed to enter the deep area beyond the cyan hall."

"That makes sense."

"If you are old, do you have to enter?"

The white-browed old monk narrowed his eyes slightly.

A powerful momentum rushed towards Long Bohai!

This is to force him to let go.

Long Bohai lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

The pressure all over his body was like a heavy mountain, and his mind was heavy!
After a while, he slowly said: "If the senior wants to enter, with the cultivation base of the junior, naturally he has no right to stop it."

"but……"

"That guy's temper is a bit bad."

that one?

The white-browed old monk frowned!
In my mind, a figure could not help but emerge.

After a while, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a faint smile, "I've heard about the Daxia boxing master for a long time, and his style is peerless!"

"Now that an expert is in front, is there any reason not to visit?"

As he was speaking, he paced forward, his figure flickering.

In one or two breaths, he has already stepped into a deeper prison area with his right foot.

Then, the next moment...

All they could see was a dazzling golden sword light flashing away from their eyes!
And the white-browed old monk in the Taoist Palace had no time to react, and his right arm was cut off in an instant!

Blood splattered in the air, and the veins on his forehead burst out!
Immediately afterwards, there was an ear-piercing roar that spread to everyone's ears.

They looked stunned and couldn't help but follow the sound.

I saw the body of the old monk was deeply embedded in the wall of the prison, and pieces of rubble rolled down.

And his body was densely covered with large and small terrible cracks, like broken porcelain that fell to the ground and was barely spliced ​​together.

He vomited blood from his mouth, and his breath was sluggish.

Obviously, he has become a fish on the chopping board at this moment, and has completely lost the power to resist.

The remaining four people stared blankly at this scene.

Eyes are filled with shocking colors!

Turning around again, he looked towards the depths of the prison, the monstrous sword light that was coming.

My heart is also extinguished, and I think about in-depth thoughts.

And at this moment, a sentence appeared in everyone's mind.

The end of the rules is called power!

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