Who is Spreading Rumors That My Filial Piety to Them Has Deteriorated

This heavy sword is extraordinary!

When the prince and the coachman saw the sword, their pupils shrank suddenly!

They knew something was wrong!

This is Juque Sword Immortal Zuo Qiuchi's saber·Extinction!This sword is here, which means that Zuo Qiuchi is not dead!

This was what Chu Mingkong told him on purpose, just to provoke him to take action. Of course, Chu Mingkong still had to shout some slogans.

"You son of a bitch, son of a bitch, harm my master, please die!" He yelled viciously.

The prince panicked, and there was only one thought left in his mind, to get rid of Chu Mingkong and take back Gao Nanben's body. Even if Zuo Qiuchi came back, he would probably be seriously injured, and he had to kill her too!

"Go!"

The coachman wearing a bamboo hat had already rushed into the torrential rain, his movements were extremely fast, and when he approached Chu Mingkong, only a little rain was wet on his shoulders.

He punched with the sound of breaking through the air, fighting each other left and right, hurry up!stable!ruthless!

The rain curtain was scattered by the wind of his fist, and the wood-attribute aura stirred up the breeze, accompanying the driver's punch.

In the attic next to it, a plump beautiful woman was sitting on a tea table with a few girls, watching the battle below, if you could recognize their clothes, you would know that they came from the newly promoted third sect of the Tianji Empire. Xiaoxiang Qin Academy.

A young and beautiful girl commented:

"A boxer with wood-attribute aura is the best condition for practicing boxing. Boxing is extremely fast, and wood-attribute aura can also attract wind. Once in rhythm, it is very difficult to deal with. This is also the most feared thing about bulky weapons. "

Chu Mingkong raised his umbrella high, and every time he moved and turned around, he avoided his heavy punch with the smallest margin.

"Finger, you practice boxing? Take back your boxing style, don't break my umbrella, I'll return it later."

The coachman punched again, but this time Chu Mingkong didn't dodge, he punched the knuckleboo with his bare hands.

The moment the two fists collided, Chu Mingkong's fist exploded into a black flame of anger, and he knocked the coachman back a few steps with one punch.

Look at the knuckles in the driver's hand, it's rotten and black, like coke.

He looked at Chu Mingkong as if he was looking at a monster.

"What the hell is this? This person used his injury as a weapon?! How to deal with this!"

Things will change later, and Chu Mingkong is also afraid that something unexpected will happen. This is the capital, and no one knows if he, the crown prince, will have some unknown means of protection.

He raised his hand holding the umbrella, and the oil-paper umbrella flew into the air, leaving only his afterimage on the spot.

The coachman froze, thinking that he was distracted, but in fact, Chu Mingkong's speed was too fast, the coachman's perception could not catch this guy who was entangled with the injury of the abyss, and it was difficult to catch it with his naked eyes.

"Come on, block my sword and try!"

The epee that ignited the extremely dark fire aura rushed towards him, the coachman raised his fist and put it away, subconsciously backed away—he dared not touch this polluted fire aura!

This is a latrine mop covered in shit, whoever touches it will be covered in shit!

But the coachman escaped, and the carriage was miserable. There was only a muffled sound of flesh and blood being separated, and the prince's horse was chopped off!

The female disciple of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy said solemnly: "This world's son is more terrible if he is injured than if he is not injured. If he has not cultivated the power of extreme yang, it is impossible to be his opponent!"

The aftermath of Chu Mingkong's sword wind rushed over a wave of fire, surging and burning the carriage, the prince kicked the sole of his foot, shattered the carriage and flew out, with a small golden dragon wrapped around his body.

It is the protection of the prince by the dragon veins of the country, with faint dragon sounds, and even the weak way of extreme sun in it, the grayish yellow earth aura is shining with the power of extreme sun that makes countless practitioners envious.

Any kind of aura with the power of extreme yang, as long as the combat skills and skills are not too bad, it is not difficult to challenge ordinary five-element practitioners, no matter how bad they are, they can remain undefeated.

The aura of the extreme sun gathered into several flying swords, and the aftermath of the black fire aura extending from the carriage was cut off by the combined force of several flying swords.

This is the Tianji royal family, no, it is the position of the crown prince that brings the unique advantage!

The youthful and beautiful female disciple of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy said enviously:

"In my Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, and even other big sects, how many elders have spent their whole lives chasing the extreme sun into the body and sublimating their spiritual energy. Those with less luck can't do it all their lives, and those with better luck can only condense a tiny bit of extreme energy. The power of yang. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has achieved such an achievement at such a young age, should it be said that the Tianji Empire has protected the Crown Prince very well, or is it because of his outstanding cultivation talent?"

Under normal circumstances, most of the battles involving this extreme power are confrontations between two extreme yang practitioners, because the power of extreme yin is too ominous, and it only exists in those fierce spirits of extreme abyss.

And today in the busy city of the capital, there was a duel between extreme yang and extreme yin!

The young woman with plump breasts, white and tender guessed: "It's difficult for the son, his extreme yin power is only radiated from the injury, it can't be regarded as his own strength, but His Royal Highness is a pure extreme yang practitioner, he can display it. The power of extreme yang is refined and used for oneself!"

The prince was suspended in mid-air, with more than ten flying swords gathered in front of him, his face showed a stern look, he already regarded Chu Mingkong as dead!

He looked angrily and disdainfully at Chu Mingkong on the ground, and shouted:

"This is the capital, can you do whatever you want when you are a short-lived ghost and go crazy? You don't know anything about the meaning of the word 'Prince'!!"

Chu Mingkong wiped out the epee with both hands, jumped up in the air, forced himself in front of the prince, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously:

"Hush! Keep your voice down, I'm only telling you about this, Your Highness the Crown Prince! Your power of extreme yang...is not as much as the Crown Princess and my double cultivation in one day~"

The extinct epee that was surging with extremely dark aura fell down, and the few flying swords that the prince had just gathered were crushed by the power of Chu Mingkong's sword fairyland, and the blunt epee turned into the sharpest blade at this moment, cutting through the prince The shield in front of him is intertwined with dragon energy and spiritual energy.

The prince's extreme yang power only made Chu Mingkong's fire aura stagnate for a blink of an eye, and then he was suppressed to death, without even a chance to struggle.

Before the prince's blood could splash out, it was evaporated by Chu Mingkong's fire aura, and white smoke burst from the corpse.

One side was lying dead on the ground, the other side was standing like a normal person, and the handle of extinction had been put away at some time.

The oiled paper umbrella just fell from the sky, Chu Mingkong returned to the original place, and caught the oiled paper umbrella firmly.

Everything seems to have not happened yet, but it is indeed over.

On both sides of the downtown area, there was no sound.

People who have never practiced, they can't see the way out, they just watched the fun, thought it was a dispute between the corners of the mouths of the princes, and finally broke up after a few curses, and it really broke out, and it was the prince of the dynasty and the prince of Xiling. Yes, the crown prince killed the crown prince! !

Those who have practiced, the shock in their hearts is no lower than anyone else. The prince who has the protection of the dynasty, the prince who has attracted the extreme sun into his body, just died like this!He couldn't even stand in front of Chu Mingkong for a while longer. The butcher could hear two screams when he slaughtered a pig, but the crown prince couldn't even yell!

"Is that sword just now a sword from the Sword Fairy Realm? Didn't the Prince of Xiling become a Spear Fairy at the age of nine? When did he become a Sword Fairy with an Epee?!"

"His master is Juque Sword Immortal, could it be that a famous teacher gave birth to an excellent apprentice?"

"Sword Immortals cannot be taught!"

The prince's car was broken and he died on the ground. Before his coachman could react, his master only insisted on a face-to-face in front of Chu Mingkong before he died.

The heavy rain was still there, and the big raindrops hit the prince's body, ruthlessly washing his unbelievably handsome face.

A few powerful air mechanisms locked in, these are the prince's asylum in the capital, including dead soldiers, retainers and old slaves from the royal family.

The prince died so fast that they didn't even have time to react.

"The empress praises filial piety, and I regard my master Zuo Qiuchi as my wife... A close friend and close relative who share the same taste, she is a teacher for a day and a mother for a lifetime. She is such an important person to me, but the prince has harmed her , don’t kill the crown prince, my filial piety in Chu Mingkong’s heart can’t be at ease!”

Chu Mingkong walked over with an umbrella, the black python clothes didn't even get any raindrops, he bent down and grabbed the prince's hair, dragging his body towards the yamen deep in the street.

"The lackeys of the prince, I'm going to report to the officials. I have to expose the thief who framed my teacher. Come to the Yamen to collect his body."

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched, beheaded the prince in the street, and then went to the yamen to sue the prince? ? ?

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, and the nearby onlookers held their breath, fearing that he would become the next target of this embryo killer.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chu Mingkong spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood weakly, as if he was dying, and then walked away slowly.

Almost forgot about coughing up blood.

Chapter 11 Familiar Peach Butt

The news of Chu Mingkong's murder of the prince spread like wildfire, even if he wanted to suppress it, there was nothing he could do.

The crime happened on a crowded street, even if it could stop the mouths of the common people, it couldn't stop the mouths of those practitioners.

Chu Mingkong took the initiative to take the prince's body to the yamen to sue the officials. The yamen in the capital is a quiet place, and there is a Ye Rensi pressing down on it.

It's not the Yamen's turn to take care of big things, and there are not enough people to take care of small things.

How could he manage the prince's affairs? When the chief there saw Chu Mingkong carrying the prince's body and coming in like a dead dog, they almost knelt down for him.

As a last resort, the midnight court meeting, which had never happened since Emperor Xiaoyuan ascended the throne, was launched. Many elderly civil servants drank a few sips of strong tea in advance before they could lift their spirits to go to court.

No matter what the situation is, killing the prince will always result in arrest.

Soon, several commanders of the imperial guards brought their subordinates over to arrest the prince. Two of the commanders were drunk, probably because they wanted to drink a few sips of wine on the last day of the Lantern Festival, and they came to work overtime.

Chu Mingkong sat on the mahogany chair brought over by the yamen chief, and lifted the prince's corpse on the ground.

"The commanders of the imperial guards, are you planning to affirm the grievances for this son?"

The commanders of the imperial guards looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first.

Are you kidding me, this eldest son is near the end of his life, looking at his "chic" appearance, he doesn't show any resistance, it's clear that he knows that time is running out, so he's started acting like a mad dog to pull others' backs!

After a game of eye contact among several officers of the Imperial Guard, the one who was on duty tonight finally spoke.

"His Royal Highness, the matter of the crown prince is yet to be investigated, so please go to the court to explain the situation and discuss this matter with the ministers..."

Go to the Golden Luan Palace?

Dangerous place, but you really should go and see what the Queen looks like by the way.

Chu Mingkong glanced at the shackles on the commander's hands, on which there are miniature formations that suppress the movement of the spiritual veins. If a practitioner is chained, unless he has the key, he will be powerless to recover.

Chu Mingkong stretched out his hand to grab it, and the shackles were instantly corroded by the polluted fire aura. The commander of the Imperial Guard forced himself to be calm, and threw the shackles aside, for fear of getting that aura.

"Do I still need to wear it?" Chu Mingkong asked.

"Should...you still want it?" The commander of the Imperial Guard looked extremely ugly, "Please don't let the lowly position make things difficult for you, Your Highness, it's your duty."

"Then wear it." Chu Mingkong took a new pair of shackles from the hands of the guards behind him, and put them on by himself: "The oil-paper umbrella is sent to the palace of Princess Yongzhen, Madam Zhen, the prince who must not be disturbed." Take the dead body and take it with me to the Jinluan Palace, if there is a problem, you are the only ones to ask!"

The guards were silent, who was arrested?

......

Stepping into the Golden Palace, Chu Mingkong's attention was attracted by this palace.

Before, he didn't feel it when he looked at this place from the outside, but after comprehending the uniqueness of that barrier of balance, Chu Mingkong could perceive that the whole palace was covered with a layer of similar barrier of balance.

Although there is a ray of extreme yang force to stalemate the extreme abyss wound on his body, it still emits a little extreme yin uncontrollably.

But when he stepped into the most lofty palace of the Tianji Empire, his extremely yin energy dissipated and disappeared invisibly.

He couldn't even communicate with the fire aura in the sky and the earth.

Get your hands on it here,

irrational,

But it should be cool!