Shocking Evil Emperor

Chapter 143
Chapter 143

Late at night, Daxia Palace.

"Check it out, who is the owner of that tomb?"

Emperor Jianming sat on the throne, his face full of doubts.

Although the royal mausoleum is just a tomb, it also represents the identity and status of the Daxia royal family. Whatever happens is related to the royal family's face.

It's just that the royal tomb is not missing something, but a new tomb has been added, and things are weird and weird.

"It's not good to do things in a lowly position, and I can't find out the origin of the new grave!"

Guarding the mausoleum, Natsume, the elder of the royal family, confessed his crime.

"The humble staff questioned all the guards, but they don't know when the tomb was built, let alone who is the owner of the tomb?"

Natsume said again.

"That's Lin, have you asked?

He forcibly broke into the royal cemetery and specially selected this new tomb. He must know something? "

Emperor Jianming asked again.

"With Yuwen Muye blocking it, I couldn't see Tianlin at all!"

Natsume knelt on the ground and said bitterly.

"It's Yuwen Muye again!"

Emperor Jianming snorted coldly.

"In these years, Yuwen Muye has become more and more rampant relying on his status as a martial arts master!"

Emperor Jianming let out an angry roar.

"Yuwen Muye? It's just a disciple exiled by Shenzong!"

While Emperor Jianming was roaring furiously, a voice came out suddenly, the voice was indistinct, and it was impossible to tell where it came from, giving people a strange feeling like a dream or a fantasy.

"Who?"

Emperor Jianming stood up abruptly, with golden qi gushing out from his body like a golden flame.

Snapped.

Emperor Jianming's aura was so powerful that the tables and chairs in front of him were instantly shattered, and the golden dragon chair behind him also flew out and hit the wall of the palace.

Emperor Jianming was at the fifth level of the True Qi Realm, and his strength was second only to martial arts masters.

"Come on, come and escort!"

Natsume also let out a loud roar, moved his body, and stood in front of Emperor Jianming, loyal.

However, when he heard the voice, the imperial guards who should have arrived a long time ago did not appear, and even Natsume yelled, but there was no reaction at all.

"No one? Has everything been resolved?"

Natsume's heart fluttered, and the pupils of his eyes shrank.

"Where are you, come out and see if you have the guts!"

Emperor Jianming glanced around and roared in a deep voice.

"Okay, then I'll come out!"

The ethereal voice sounded again, and the next moment, Emperor Jianming felt a flash of purple light, so fast that even he couldn't see it clearly.

Zimang stopped, and a young man in purple appeared in front of Emperor Jianming and Xia Mu.

The purple-clothed youth looked less than 20 years old, and his aura was also very subtle, but the agility he showed just now was extremely astonishing.

"Who are you? You are good at the forbidden area of ​​the palace, how dare you not kneel when you see the king?"

Natsume scolded.

"What are you? You are also qualified to shout in front of me, get out of here!"

The purple-clothed boy's complexion sank, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a look of disdain.

Immediately afterwards, the purple-clothed boy raised his hand violently, stretched out his jade-white palm, and grabbed Natsume.

hum.

The purple-clothed boy stretched out his palm, sending out a terrifying piercing air, and even more jade-white true energy wrapped his palm.

"not good!"

As soon as the boy in purple made a move, Natsume showed shock, feeling that the other party was much more terrifying than he imagined.

Natsume also stretched out his palm, urging all the zhenqi in his body, and pushed towards the purple-clothed boy.

Xia Mu, as the guardian of the royal cemetery, is also in the realm of the fourth level of true qi.

However, something unexpected happened. The two palms collided, and there was only a 'bang'. Natsume's true energy was like a bubble, and it was instantly shattered. Both arms hung down unnaturally. The boy broke his arms with one move.

Ah!
Natsume let out a scream, and his whole body flew out, and the angle was so ingenious that he hit the window of the palace and really rolled out.

"Bold!"

Emperor Jianming was furious, and he also slapped his palm forward, and the red-gold true energy wrapped his palm, making his palm seem to be made of gold.

Seeing the young man in purple, he took his time and slapped his palm leisurely.

There is nothing fancy about this palm, it is a simple palm print, and the competition is true energy.

boom.

The two clashed palms, the purple-clothed boy had a proud smile on his face, his body was completely motionless, and his purple-clothed clothes were chattering, very chic.

On the other hand, Emperor Jianming stepped back a few steps in a row, and finally sat down on the rear, having already bumped into the dragon chair on the wall of the main hall.

"Martial arts master!"

Emperor Jianming sat on the dragon chair, looking at the purple-clothed boy in shock.

"How is it possible, less than 20, you can become a martial arts master!"

Emperor Jianming's expression changed in shock.

"Martial Dao Grandmaster? Am I a Martial Dao Grandmaster? Doesn't that mean that half of the people in our place are Martial Dao Grandmasters?
Master, so cheap? "

The purple-clothed boy sneered, dismissing the so-called martial arts master.

"Half of them are martial arts masters?"

Emperor Jianming looked shocked. At this moment, he finally knew the origin of the purple-clothed boy.

"Are you a disciple of Shenzong?"

Emperor Jianming stood up from the dragon chair and looked at the purple-clothed boy in awe.

"That's right!"

The purple-clothed boy nodded slightly, and then stretched out his hand, a milky white qi turned into a big hand, and grabbed the golden dragon chair.

"I don't know what it's like to sit on the emperor's dragon chair!"

The purple-clothed boy sat up on his buttocks, and even changed several positions in a row. Then he curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Isn't that interesting? It's so hard and hard, it's really uncomfortable. I don't understand why you people are rushing to do it." !"

When Emperor Jianming heard this, his brows twitched a few times.

This is the dragon chair, the symbol of the emperor, but now the boy in purple is sitting on it. This is definitely an insult to the Daxia royal family.

However, Emperor Jianming held back.

The other party is a member of Shenzong. It is really scary that any young man who comes out of Shenzong is a martial arts master.

"No wonder back then, when the first generation of Hun Tianhou came out, he was able to help the Martial Ancestor conquer the Great Xia. The disciples of the Shenzong are really terrifying!"

Emperor Jianming felt even more in awe of Shenzong.

Emperor Jianming waited for a while, then asked, "I don't know what orders did Lord Shenzong come here for?"

The young man in purple came back to his senses, grabbed the armrest of the dragon chair with both hands, and said, "Shenzong ordered me to come here to let you kill someone!"

"Who does Shenzong want to kill, and we still need to take action? Do we need to use the army?"

Emperor Jianming's expression tightened.

People who can't even be dealt with by Shenzong, I'm afraid they will use the benefits of the Great Xia, and it will be difficult to kill them with their lives.

"That person's strength is not very strong, but his identity is a bit special, so it's not convenient for us to make a move!"

The boy in purple said.

"Oh? May I ask who Shenzong wants us to kill?" Emperor Jianming asked with a serious face.

"Xiaohuntianhou, Zheng Tianlin!" the purple-clothed boy said seriously.

(End of this chapter)