best nun

Chapter 449
As night fell, the sky was a deep purple, and the bright moonlight fell on the back garden of the Nalan Palace, covering everything here with a layer of silver veil.

Dongling Jueyan walked slowly through the back garden and came to the outside of a dilapidated palace complex.

After he paused for a moment, he walked in.

Behind this harem is the real forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace, no one is allowed to enter without authorization.Under normal circumstances, let alone guards, even His Majesty the Emperor of the Nalan royal family rarely set foot here.

Not long after walking, a dilapidated palace appeared in front of Dongling Jueyan.This is exactly the palace where Nalan Wushuang lived.

Dongling Jueyan stood still, squinting his eyes and looking at the palace.

The night wind blew past, bringing a bit of freshness and coolness, Dong Ling Jueyan's white brocade robe swayed gently with the wind.With his hands behind his back, he just stared at the palace without saying a word.

"You really decided to do this?" Nalan Wushuang's old voice came slowly from the palace.

Dongling Jueyan said indifferently: "The owner of those two golden talismans is the Pearl."

Nalan Wushuang's voice disappeared, and only faint waves of air flow could be heard.It's not that it's a gesture of luck, it's just that when you reach the realm of a true fairy, your breath naturally carries the pulse of heaven and earth.His mood was agitated, and the surrounding space naturally fluctuated accordingly.

"Do you want me to help you fight against the Council of Elders?" Nalan Wushuang was silent for a long time before asking softly.

Dongling Jueyan shook his head lightly: "No matter what, the Council of Elders is the foundation for my Nalan royal family to stand in this four-square continent. If it is possible, I will not do anything to them. If you make a move, it will be really fighting against each other. You just have to Dongling Jueyan would be grateful for not interfering and not helping each other."

Nalan Wushuang sighed again: "If I had known this would happen, I should have rescued you back then, or...killed you."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Dongling Jueyan's mouth: "What happened back then is over, you didn't save me, and you can't save me anymore. But now you can come and try to kill me."

Nalan Wushuang was silent for a while, and then a faint voice came: "Do you think you can beat me just after you ascended to the Realm Realm?"

Dongling Jueyan smiled slightly: "How dare Dongling Jueyan be so arrogant, but, will you fight me?"

"You understand very well. To kill you, the emperor Nalan Qianqiu can't let the rebellious Nalan Qianqiu do it. No matter what, it has to be on Nalan Mingzhu." Nalan Wushuang was silent for a moment, then sighed He said slowly, "Forget it, I just pretended I didn't see anything..."

Dongling Jueyan slightly clasped his fists towards the dilapidated palace, and continued walking along the gravel path.

In just a short while, a magnificent hall appeared in front of him.Compared with the dilapidated side hall where Nalan Wushuang lived, this place is a world of difference.

The entire hall occupies an area of ​​aurora, surrounded by vermilion dragon-wrapped columns.In this hall, the lights were brightly lit, and there were faint figures flickering in it.

Dongling Jueyan came to the main entrance of the main hall and stood still.

"Dangling Jueyan asks to see the elders of the Presbyterian Church!" Dongling Jueyan's clear voice sounded.

There was silence in the hall, but after a while, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded: "You said your name is Dongling Jueyan, so do you know that this is an important place for the Nalan royal family, are you looking for death when you come here?"

Dongling Jueyan smiled faintly: "If you think Dongling Jueyan deserves to die, I'm afraid that when Nalan Qianqiu and I confront each other in the court, Dongling Jueyan will already be dead."

"What are you doing here?" As he spoke, he saw a Qingshuo old man walking out of the hall slowly.

He was dressed in a dark red robe with a flame pattern logo on his chest.

Dongling Jueyan said slowly: "I'm here to report to the elders of the Presbyterian Church that the younger generation is going to support Nalan Mingzhu to ascend the throne and become His Majesty the Emperor of the Nalan Dynasty."

"Bold!" the old man Qingshuo sternly shouted, "Nalan Zhengzheng, you really are lawless! This position of emperor has always been reserved for men, do you really think that if you kill you, no one will be the emperor?! "

Dongling Jueyan smiled slightly: "Senior, I'm afraid you made a mistake. I came today to inform you of this matter, not to ask for your opinions. If senior agrees, then that's fine. Yan doesn't care too much."

As soon as these words came out, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and more than ten figures rushed out of the hall.

Dongling Jueyan narrowed his eyes and looked at the people in front of him, and saw that the weakest of the dozen or so people were all Sanxian-level masters, and among them was a middle-aged scribe who looked to be in his forties.

"Dongling Jueyan has met the Great Elder." Dongling Jueyan cupped his fists and saluted the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe stared at Dongling Jueyan with squinted eyes, with a half-smile on his face: "Nalan Zhengzheng, what do you want? I think we have tolerated you enough. You want Wushuang to go out and help you!" , we acquiesced. You wanted to bring down Nalan Qianqiu, and we pretended not to see it. But now, you still want to make such an unreasonable request, are you trying to challenge the limit of our patience?"

Dongling Jueyan said indifferently: "It's not that I want to challenge the seniors, it's just that I have some unavoidable reasons. Besides, I've always been used to being wild. Compared to me, Mingzhu is more suitable to be the emperor."

"What if I'm not allowed?" The middle-aged scribe said softly.

Dongling Jueyan smiled lightly: "Whether you are right or not, I will not be the emperor."

"It's simple." The middle-aged scribe said calmly, "Just get Nalan Qianqiu back."

Dongling Jueyan sighed: "It seems that we can't reach an agreement."

"You have such a request, we can't negotiate." The middle-aged scribe waved his hand lightly, and the surrounding ten loose immortals immediately separated and surrounded Dongling Jueyan.

"I know that you took advantage of the heavenly tribulation that day and succeeded in crossing the calamity. But, so what? After crossing the calamity, it doesn't mean that you will become a real immortal immediately. It will take at least several years to condense the immortal body. Moreover, even if you If you really have the strength of a real fairy, is it possible that you can really beat me?" The middle-aged scribe chuckled.

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Dongling Jueyan's face: "If I'm alone, of course I can't."

The middle-aged scribe's expression froze, Dongling Jueyan's words gave him an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"What do you mean?"

Dongling Jueyan suddenly let out a soft whistle, and saw thirteen goose-yellow brilliance rising suddenly outside the surrounding circle of those loose immortals.

"Xuantian Thirteen Swords?" The middle-aged scribe squinted his eyes and looked at the thirteen sword pills, "Xuantian Thirteen Swords are indeed powerful magic weapons, and the Xuantian Sword Formation formed is one of the most powerful killing formations in the world. In the fairy world, it is also one of the most powerful. But, do you think that with the Xuantian Thirteen Swords, you can really beat us?"

Dongling Jueyan laughed lightly: "If it's just Xuantian Thirteen Swords, how dare I come here?"

As soon as the voice fell, a clear howling sound came from the sky.

Beyond the Xuantian Thirteen Swords, seven streaks of seven-color brilliance rose suddenly!
These seven beams of light form a mysterious pattern, which tightly wraps the entire forbidden area.

Seeing these seven brilliance, the middle-aged scribe finally changed his face greatly.

(End of this chapter)