The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In front of the third prince's palace, the emperor came, and the air pressure of heaven and earth suddenly sank.

In the face of the seven Yao demon emperor pressing step by step, a black token appears in Xuanqing's hand. Suddenly, the aura of the emperor spreads and blocks the seven Yao demon emperor.

"Order of the devil king!"

The two evil emperors, Qiyao and Bahuang, saw the black token in the former's hand, and their faces sank. Variables beyond the accident made them hesitant.

Seeing the order of the demon emperor is like seeing the order of the demon emperor, even if they can't disobey it easily.

"If there is something wrong with your nephew, you may as well wait for your father to come back and make a decision. Now, please don't embarrass your nephew."

Xuanqing looks at the two evil emperors in the void, neither humble nor arrogant.

The cool color flashed in the eyes of the seven Yao devil emperor. After counting the breath, he raised his right hand, and ten thousand demons appeared.

Over the sky, the eight wild devil emperor saw this and took a step forward.

"Don't be impulsive."

"The eight wasteland demon emperor Ningsheng reminded him," he has the demon emperor's order from his brother in his hand now. We'll attack him now, just like offending his majesty. The gain is not worth the loss. It's better to put him under house arrest for the time being and let him handle it personally when he comes back. "

After hearing this, the seven Yao devil emperor looked colder and colder. He hummed coldly and waved his right hand. Most of the evil spirit dissipated. The remaining evil breath spread and the whole third prince's mansion was completely closed.

"From today on, you can't go out of the house."

The words sound falls, seven Yao evil emperor once again indifferently looked at the bottom three princes, turned and stepped into the void, disappeared.

"Xuanqing, take care of yourself."

Eight wasteland demon emperor light said a, also did not stay more, figure gradually scattered, leave from the imperial city.

Seeing the two evil emperors leave, Xuanqing is deeply relieved. Even if there is the order of the evil emperor to protect himself, the pressure is still unbearable in the face of the two powerful emperors.

Around the prince's mansion, the evil spirit is surging and circling, blocking all the retreats. It can't get in or out.

There was not much change in the look of the magic obstacles around Xuanqing. As a result, he had already guessed that it was so good that he saved a lot of unnecessary trouble.

In front of the prince's mansion, the imperial guards withdrew one after another, and the devil emperor personally blocked the prince's mansion. There was no need for them to stay.

Before leaving, the four imperial commanders looked at the prince in white in front of the prince's mansion. They all had doubts. With so many things happening these days, although the third prince barely saved himself, he still brought great trouble to himself. What did the third prince do these things for?

Is it just to attack the power of the crown prince?

The four imperial commanders left with doubts. Now that the imperial city is in chaos, they will have a lot of things to deal with. They can't waste time here.

On the street of the Imperial City, seeing what happened in front of the third prince's mansion in the distance, Ning Chen smiles coldly and turns to leave.

The two evil emperors failed to take Xuanqing away, and the third prince could not stand up in the cruel struggle of imperial power.

Jiuyou palace and the palace are full of evil spirit. After the end of the farce in the Imperial City, xuanjiuyou's body will fade away and disappear.

The incarnation of the two evil emperors, Qiyao and Bahuang, returns to the heaven and the devil's ancestral land. The breath is hidden in the noumenon, and the prestige is gradually restrained.

"Father, uncle!"

XuanZhen looked at the surging evil spirit in front of him and said in a deep voice, "is the death of five younger brothers and twelve younger brothers just like that?"

"If you can find the evidence of Xuanqing's cruelty to the prince, I and your uncle can make the decision for you. If you can't, there's no need to say more."

Deep in the ancestral land, the voice of the eight wild demons came out. A moment later, a powerful force swung away and directly flew XuanZhen out of the ancestral land.

Outside the heaven, XuanZhen stumbles to the ground, looking at the front, more and more gloomy.

In any case, he didn't expect that things would turn out like this. Now that the twelve younger brothers are dead, who can prove that the third is the murderer!

His anger was hard to suppress. XuanZhen clenched his fists tightly. His fingernails pierced his palms, and blood was dripping down.

After a long time, XuanZhen turned around and walked towards the imperial city.

Since the two evil emperors could not do justice for him, he could only treat him in his own way.

"Boom"

in the sky, there was heavy thunder. After the thunder, the rain poured down and fogged the whole world.

"Ah, it's raining."

The third prince's mansion, Shi Qing ran to the palace with her head in her arms. She looked at the pouring rain ahead and said anxiously, "Your Highness didn't take an umbrella when she went out."

On one side, Shi Yu turned and walked into the hall, took an oil paper umbrella, and quickly walked out of the hall.

"Wait for me!"

Seeing this, Shi Qing rushed back to the hall, took the paper umbrella and rushed into the rain.

On the streets of the Imperial City, the white haired figure marches forward, and the heavy rain falls, wetting his plain clothes.

"Your Highness."

In the rain, Shi Yu quickly steps up and covers his umbrella over his head.

See two people, rather Chen face dew smile way, "walk, return to mansion."Three people go forward, gradually disappear in the rain.

"Boom!"

In the sky, thunder cuts through the sky, and the thunder glares, illuminating the dim world.

"Prepare for action."

"Yes, your highness!"

Under the dark rain, black figures half kneel, and everyone's evil spirit is full of power.

In front of him, XuanZhen looked at the sky gradually darkened, and the killing in his eyes became more and more clear.

In the Imperial City, xuanmo looks back and looks at the sky with a slight frown.

He always felt that something was going to happen tonight.

As night falls in Prince's mansion, Ning Chen sits quietly in the hall. Under the light, a scroll of portraits is displayed on the table. The beautiful and picturesque woman is more charming than the flowers, which makes people intoxicated.

"Xinyu, you wait."

Ning Chen looked at the woman in the picture and said gently, "a thousand years, not too long. Now your husband is about to enter the world of mortals. He will live longer. It's just a matter of time before you come back."

At this point, Ning Chen took a look at his white hair and said with a smile, "I'm old. At that time, you may not recognize your husband."

The dancing lights reflect the beautiful woman in the picture. In front of the lights, the figure in plain clothes looks like the beginning. However, the white hair is merciless.

A hundred years ago, HUAFA was born early.

"Your Highness."

Outside the hall, Shi Yu came and brought a bowl of ginger soup. He said, "Your Highness has just been cold. Have some ginger soup."

Ning Chen returned to God, looking at the woman in front of him, nodded gently and said, "thank you. Put it down. You and Shi Qing also drink a bowl to drive away the cold."

"Well"

Shiyu nodded and said, "Shiqing is there. I'll send it to you later. Your highness will drink it first. It won't work when it's cold."

Rather Chen helpless a smile, took the ginger soup a drink, immediately put the bowl back, way, "well, go quickly."

"I'll leave."

Poetry rain Ying Ying a gift, turned away.

In the backyard and the wing room, Shi Qing sits on the bed wrapped in a quilt, bored and in a daze, giggling from time to time.

Squeak, the door opened, Shiyu came with ginger soup, looked at Shiqing on the bed and said, "Shiqing, come and have a bowl of ginger soup."

"Did your highness drink it?"

Shi Qing looks up at the former and asks curiously.

"Yes."

The rain of poetry answered softly.

"Just drink it."

Shi Qing smiles happily and drinks the ginger soup.

After a while, Shiqing finished the ginger soup, put down the bowl and said with a simple smile, "Shiyu, what is your highness doing?"

"Look at the picture."

Poetry rain put away the bowl and answered.

"Portrait?"

Shi Qing asked curiously, "is it still that beautiful sister?"

"Well"

Shi Yu nodded and said.

Shi Qing's face showed her admiration and said, "I don't know who the elder sister is, but she let her highness care so much."

Shi Yu shook his head and said, "I don't know. Maybe it's your Highness's sweetheart."

"Oh"

Shi Qingying said with a smile, "I used to think that the saint of the fox clan was the most beautiful person in the world. Now, I think your Highness's heart is the most beautiful."

"Well, don't flatter. Your highness can't hear it."

Shi Yu smiles and says, "have a rest early. You can't step on the quilt at night because of the cold."

"I see."

Shi Qing lay down wrapped in a quilt, forced her eyes, and began to giggle inexplicably.

Looking at the smirk on the former's face, Shiyu didn't ask much. He blew out the candle and walked out of the room.

In front of the room, Shi Yu just closed the door. Suddenly, the ethereal sound of Qin sounded in his ear. It was so strange from the former hall.

Shi Yu's face is full of surprise. Does your highness know the art of Qin?

"Dong, Dong, Dong"

on the streets of the Imperial City, the sound of the watchman, the sound of the third watchman, and the death of the king of hell.

All sides of the Imperial City, the sound of black clothes passing, the machete across, like death sickle, mercilessly harvesting life.

The prince of heaven, who was angry but could not be restrained, finally went to extremes, killing and killing.

"Dong, Dong, Dong"

the sound of the night watch spread all over the Imperial City, so loud that even the pouring rain could not be hidden.

In the front hall of the 13th Prince's residence, the sound of plain clothes and white hair plays the zither, and the spirit of the zither in front of the body is very strong.

The white tiger artifact, the king of hell, plays again after a hundred years.

The sound of the piano came out of the prince's house, mixed with the sound of rain, and gradually became inaudible.

However, under the machete, when confused, the ghosts look at the direction of the thirteen Prince's mansion, and their faces are at a loss.

The sound of thumping to the ground, the earth red with blood, a song of the king of hell, farewell to the soul.

In the north, the holy land of the witches, on the central altar, Gou Huang looked at the three imperial cities in the distance and said calmly, "Heaven's heart, prepare to send troops.""Yes

On one side, heaven's heart respectfully salutes and receives orders.

In the three imperial cities, the sound of Qin reverberates, one by one, one by one, and the sound of rain is mixed, so it is difficult to be clear.

"Do it!"

When the imperial city was in turmoil, in the ninth Prince's palace, xuanque looked at the figures kneeling in front of him and calmed down.

"Yes

Dozens of figures were ordered and disappeared in a flash.

When the order is given, xuanque looks at the direction of the thirteen Prince's mansion, and looks down. Old thirteen, this time, the emperor will give his life to gamble with you.

"Dong, Dong, Dong!"

In the sound of the third watch, the killing broke out completely in all sides of the Imperial City, and countless heads fell from the corpses, dyed scarlet.

Thirteen Prince Mansion, the figure of plain clothes and white hair sit in silence, Yama a song, three more life.