Mirror of Permanence

Chapter 279
In the world of spirits and monsters, there are rumors that cannot be kept secret.

In the past, there was a theory of the Five Great Immortals, that is, fox, yellow, white, willow and gray, referring to foxes, weasels, hedgehogs, snakes, and mice.

This human form refers to the ability to make human-like movements. At this time, these spirits will find some predestined people and beg for silence.

That is to say, if I ask that person if I look like a human being, if the person answers that I look like a human being, the spirit can take human form.

If it is said that it is not a human being, this monster will be seriously injured.

Although this is just a story and legend, there is some truth in it.

How you treat a thing, you will get the feedback.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices has been passed down from ancient times, and it is the etiquette of offering sacrifices to gods. Lu Ye himself is in a state of loss of humanity, and has received feedback from the gods.

The sacrificial ceremony did not change Lu Ye, but it reminded Lu Ye that I am no longer human.

So get closer to God.

Yang Zheng turned into a black shadow and walked through the streets and alleys in an instant.

Wei Han, who was located somewhere in the palace, suddenly raised his head. The ultimate in martial arts can be predicted, and the cicada is aware of the spring breeze before it moves.

People who practice martial arts practice qi and know qi, the breath of all things is connected, the will of a peerless master pours into the inner force, and they are extremely sensitive to the qi of heaven and earth, so they can observe other people's qi and easily know the flaws of others.

If you have the relevant magic skills, you can even predict the trajectory of other people's actions.

Daheitian is now a place where the world's desires gather. It's okay to stay still, and people can feel where it is when it moves.

"Send it to your door, can't you bear it anymore?" Wei Han snorted softly, put on his red robe, lifted the Thousand Flood Sword, and walked slowly towards the gate of the palace.

And located in the depths of the palace, the emperor slowly finished the training of Tiangang Pure Yuan Gong, only feeling that his body was getting better day by day.

"But it's not enough, Tiangang Pure Yuan Gong is too upright!" The emperor sighed, he didn't know who was stronger between Tiangang Pure Yuan Gong and Daheitian, but he did understand that although Tiangang Pure Yuan Gong seemed to be able to be practiced by anyone, it was very difficult to get started. It's not difficult, but to master it, at his current age and energy, it's just a dream.

Because of this, the emperor was even more eager to get Daheitian even though he had acquired the skills that could prolong his life.

Lu also handed over this martial art to the eunuch Niu Cheng. On the one hand, he wanted to bury Du Wei, and on the other hand, he wanted the emperor to restrain the development of Da Hei Tian. too messy.

But he didn't expect the ghosts in people's hearts. After the emperor made it clear that magical skills can indeed prolong life, he didn't want to follow the right path, and tried to catch Daheitian's side door.

"I use Daheitian to make a quick success, and then use Tiangang's pure energy to reconcile, maybe it can solve the sequelae..." The emperor thought so, and then summoned Niu Cheng, and handed him a scroll of imperial decree: "Send it to the ancestral temple and tell him , if you don't think about those impossible things, only obediently help me can Da Yue live in peace for a long time!"

"No!" Niu Cheng felt chills all over after receiving the imperial decree. It's not that the royal family has no background, but the royal family's background is different from the emperor's.

More than ten years ago, the harem was in such a mess, and the ancestral temple was not seen to make a move, so they knew that there was something wrong with the ancestral temple. They didn't want the Dayue Dynasty to collapse, but the royal family was not just the emperor.

It was also more than ten years ago, Wei Han went to the ancestral temple, and within a few days, the line of King Shan died, and there was only one Princess Mingzhu who was said to be the emperor's favorite, but God knows the emperor rubbed Princess Mingzhu head, thinking about something.

The most is the ruthless emperor's family, and I don't know how the ancestral temple will choose next.

When Niu Cheng went out with the imperial decree, the emperor waved his hand and attracted two black shadows, and said indifferently, "Is there any change in the fifth?"

"Fifth Prince fell ill again."

"Look at him, if there is any change..." The emperor said indifferently: "Kill him!"

"No!" The black shadow disappeared in a flash.

"This world will only belong to me, only what I say can be counted!"

……

Princess Mingzhu leaned on the attic, looking at the waning moon outside the window, the world became more and more chaotic.

"Is it just worth it?" Mingzhu thought so, she was smart when she urinated, and she still remembered the things when she was two or three years old.

That year, the palace always welcomed a few suspicious-looking people with fanatical expressions.

Her favorite brother hugged her and said that she would not only be a princess, but also a princess.

And now she really is a princess.

It's just that no one came to experience her fear in front of the emperor.

"En?" Mingzhu was taken aback suddenly, seeing the man in the red robe walking towards the palace gate with a sword in his hand.

I can't tell whether it's love or hate. It's the same with this person back then. Holding a long sword, he visited Shan Wang's mansion. When he passed by her, he touched her face and said that he was very pitiful.

So she became the only survivor of Prince Shan's Mansion.

If there is anyone in the palace who understands this person best, it is probably herself, Mingzhu thought, and found that person glanced at him.

After closing the door and window, Mingzhu stretched out her hand to touch her face, and fell into deep thought again.

Is it love or hate?

It didn't take long for the self-pitying Mingzhu to hear a loud noise, which was an almost impossible sound in the palace.

Pushing open the doors and windows, one could see a group of black shadows flying over the walls, and from time to time, some experts stepped forward to block them, but they were all knocked down by the black shadow with a wave of their hands.

When she saw the black shadow, Mingzhu fell into an illusion.

The originally noisy palace seemed to have turned into a deserted palace.

When Mingzhu walked out of the room, she saw a person hanging densely on the beam of the room. The originally noisy and frenzied palace completely cooled down.

Only the next day did the eunuch come to her door and confer the title of Princess Pearl.

Hate, how could you not hate?
A black air entangled Princess Pearl, and in a trance, there were many miscellaneous words, telling the way of evil spirits in her ears.

She has never learned martial arts, and was also forbidden to learn martial arts, but at this moment, she seems to have understood many principles of martial arts.

The mind became more and more dizzy, and a pair of bright eyes opened, and once again saw the man holding the sword, he was walking slowly.

The hatred in my heart reached the extreme, I took off the hairpin, and stabbed at that person.

Without hesitation and without stopping, a sword cut off the hairpin and pierced into her heart, knowing her life.

Yang Zheng is now a half-lived Daheitian.

People with keen senses can learn some evil martial arts by looking at Yang Zheng.

It's just that people will follow suit, and Princess Mingzhu is like this. Even if Wei Han doesn't kill her, she won't live long.

There is no such thing as an ordinary person possessing good internal strength in just an instant.

The tragic scene of the palace full of white silk hanging corpses gradually faded away, Mingzhu looked at the still indifferent person in front of her, and stretched out her hand.

Wei Han instinctively wanted to use lightness kung fu to dodge, but stopped and let the man pinch his face.

Pulling out the sword, two drops of heart blood splashed onto his face, Wei Han sent Mingzhu's body into the attic, his internal energy fueled his fire, lit the attic, and chased after Yang Zheng leisurely.

Wei Han couldn't tell whether it was pity or revenge.

After all, the dignitaries offended by the Wei family's in-laws had already won a full house of white silk because of him defeating the old immortal in the ancestral temple.

(End of this chapter)