Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

Fierce melee broke out in Shendu, Liu Sheng Piaoxu swung a long knife, and beheaded the master of the Zongmiao Mansion in just a few breaths.

The long white dress was stained with blood, as if entering no one's land, all the masters of the ancestral temple were suppressed by her like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Fan Yan, lead two thousand forbidden troops to surround the Ancestral Temple Mansion. Anyone who resists will be killed on the spot."

Wu Yue'er gave the order without changing her face.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with these traitors?"

Liang Jiao waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him tied up all the civil and military officials with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"Your Majesty, spare your life."

All the officials wept bitterly, completely losing their impassioned and domineering appearance before.

"Your Majesty, I beg your Majesty to spare me when I've been deceived by the lard."

"Noisy."

Liang Jiao picked up an old minister who was crying the most, swung his long knife, and the bloody head rolled down the stone ladder.

"All killed."

Wu Yue'er spoke in a deep voice, and then walked towards the hall without looking back.

"Witch, you must die."

"I hate it."

"Your Majesty, don't kill me."

Regret, unwillingness, swearing and screams echoed inside and outside the imperial city, blood stained Ziying Hall, and corpses piled up like mountains.

All the voices stopped abruptly, and the forbidden army and Habayashi guards were dispatched, those who should raid the house, and those who should exterminate the clan.

The ancestors of the land gods of the Wu Zhou clan could only watch all this, watching the court blood flow into rivers, watching the soldiers escorting countless men, women, old and children out of the ancestral temple mansion, and their heads landed at the entrance of the vegetable market in Wumen .

The sky in Shendu is blood-colored, the snow is also blood-colored, and even the air is blood-colored. In just a few days, Wu Yue'er wiped out the entire Shendu from top to bottom.

Especially the Zongmiao Mansion, the yamen that existed since the founding of the Wu Zhou Dynasty, was repeatedly killed by her several times.

All the masters of the Zongmiao Mansion, the Zhu San Clan, and the entire royal family who participated in this rebellion trembled even more, especially those vassal kings who were imprisoned in the capital of the gods.

Maybe he was fine the day before, but when he woke up the next day, he was taken into the prison of the Dianqian Division.

The bloody killing was still going on, and Wu Yue'er's butcher knife continued to cut towards the royal family and the ancestral temple. This time, she wanted to completely take back all the rights into her own hands.

In front of Ziying Hall, Liu Sheng Piaoxu threw the head in front of the old man, and said with a soft smile, "This is the head of King Yan sent from Hexi yesterday."

The old man opened his eyes with a complicated look on his face. The green bamboo sword hung for nine days and nine nights, so he stood in front of the hall for nine days and nine nights.

"In the Battle of Hexi, Xin Jianqing defeated King Yan, beheaded 13 people, and blood flowed like rivers."

She said softly: "I'm telling you some news, there is no longer the Zongmiao Mansion in the world."

The old man closed his eyes. This was the last thing he wanted to see, and it was also the reason for his hesitation.

When the clan and the imperial power came to opposite sides, even if it was only once, the clan was doomed to disappear.

Because no matter who becomes the emperor and sits on the dragon chair, he will not tolerate the power of the clan exceeding the imperial power.

"Haven't killed enough?"

The old man showed a bitter smile.

In the Ziying Hall, there are all civil and military officials. Compared with half a month ago, the number of officials from the six departments is almost half.

"Your Majesty, this is the list drawn up by the Ministry of Punishment."

Holding the memorial in both hands, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment stepped forward and said: "In order to convey to various places, some should confiscate their families and exterminate their families, some should be exiled to the frontiers, and some should be beheaded for public display."

Wu Yue'er took the memorial, glanced at it, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow Xin Zai will return the teacher to the court. This time, Xin Zai will be the first to put down the rebellion of the King of Yan. The officials will go thirty miles outside the city of Shendu to meet you." .”

"Your Majesty Shengming."

All the officials replied together.

Although this time completely eradicated the hidden dangers of the clan and took back the power into his own hands, it was not perfect.

The main reason is that Wu Yue'er struck too hard and almost uprooted the entire Wu Zhou royal family and clan.

In this way, in the future, in the imperial court, the power of the clan will be weak, and the power of foreign ministers will be strong, and one will ebb and flow, and the other will rise and fall, so we must restrain and suppress them.

The civil and military officials in the court cannot be made into a monolith, so Wu Yue'er promoted Fan Yan, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, to be the right minister, who also leads the Ministry of War, and Xin Jianqing checks and balances each other.

The night was hazy, and the snow was pouring heavily, submerging the whole god. In front of the Ziying Hall, the ancestors of the clan had their hands behind their backs and their eyes were closed.

For a long time, the three-foot green bamboo sword suspended in front of him vibrated, and then turned into a stream of light, flying towards the girl in the hall.

Liu Sheng Piaoxu took the green bamboo sword, put it into the scabbard behind his back, curled his lips and said: "Old guy, if I knew this before, why bother to get involved."

"Your Majesty has great means."

The patriarch of the clan looked at the woman next to Liu Sheng Piaoxu with complicated eyes, dressed in a dragon robe and a flat sky crown, and sighed softly: "Just slaughtered the entire Wu Zhou royal clan, what will your majesty do if the foreign ministers raise their heads in the future?" To suppress."

"I have my own means."

Wu Yue'er said in a deep voice: "After hundreds of years of comfortable life, the hands of those old immortals are getting longer and longer, and they don't even know what to do and what not to do."

"If Your Majesty is fine, I will leave."

The patriarch of the clan didn't want to say anything more, he just felt that he was tired, extremely tired.

After all, I will turn around and leave.

"Old Ancestor, wait a minute."

Wu Yue'er shook her head: "The ancestor's cultivation is unrivaled, he is a land god, and he can come and go freely. If the ancestor wants to rebel next time, maybe I will not have such good luck this time."

"What does His Majesty want to do?"

The clan patriarch's eyes turned cold: "Could it be that His Majesty wants to kill me too?"

"Don't dare."

Wu Yue'er raised her mouth, opened her palm, held a yellow-orange golden pill in her palm, and said softly: "This thing is called Xinxin Pill, even if it is a land god, after swallowing it, if there is no antidote, It is better to die than to live.

I ask my ancestor to take this pill. "

"presumptuous."

The patriarch of the clan was furious, his eyes were like copper bells, and there was a terrifying murderous aura in his eyes. His inner strength surged all over his body, and his robe fluttered, arousing the coercion of the land gods and fairyland. 853

The land gods cannot be humiliated. Which land god is not a proud and arrogant person, how would he be willing to swallow this heart-eating pill and entrust his life and death to others.

"Don't deceive people too much."

The old ancestor's tone was not good.

"I'm going to bully you old man today."

Wu Yue'er looked coldly.

"boom"

Liu Sheng Piaoxu took half a step forward, and the long knife in his arms was unsheathed half an inch. In an instant, a terrifying murderous aura erupted, and the cold light of the knife emerged.

"boom"

Another terrifying saber force shot up into the sky, the commander of the Imperial Army, Wu Zhou's second best swordsman, the two dragons, also stood in front of Wu Yue'er.

"Also ask the ancestors to take this pill."

The extremely strong aura shot up into the sky, causing the storm to rise sharply, heavy snow and thunder burst, and the imperial city shook.

Xin Jianqing, Prime Minister of Wu Zhou, walked slowly with his hands behind his back, the coercion of the great master of the celestial phenomenon on his head, connected to the sky and the earth, faintly reached the peak of the celestial phenomenon, and was about to enter the realm of land immortals.

Xin Jianqing stretched out his right hand, his violent zhenqi hovered, his aura was still rising, and there was a faint tendency to break through.

This is to tell this patriarch of the clan clearly, if you don't eat, I will break through by force and fight you.

"Also ask the ancestor to take this pill."

Fan Yan, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, walked out, pointing out that the cultivation of the master of Xuanjing was undoubtedly revealed, and there was a faint echo of sword energy in the void.

"Also ask the ancestor to take this pill."

Immediately afterwards, the five great masters of the Celestial Phenomena Realm walked out, and at the same time stimulated their true qi, bursting out a tyrannical aura.

In such a big battle, they are all first-class masters in the world, even though the ancestors of the clan are the cultivation bases of the land gods and wonderlands.

He also had to face a big change.

Among them, Liang Jiao, Liu Sheng Piaoxu, Xin Jianqing and Fan Yanxiu were the strongest and most threatening.

"Ha ha"

The patriarch of the clan looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was full of desolation and unwillingness, Wu Yue'er looked at him calmly.

"Your Majesty, is there really no other choice?"

The ancestor looked bleak.

"I have sheltered Wu Zhou for dozens of years. In terms of blood, the ancestor and his body have the same blood as yours. Do you have to go to this point?"

"It was you, the ancestor, who forced me."

Wu Yueer spoke lightly.

"Also ask the ancestor to swallow this elixir."

"If I don't swallow it, I will fight to the death with you, how dare you?"

The patriarch of the ancestral temple took half a step forward, his momentum soaring, like an angry lion, his eyes were cold.

"If you don't swallow it, I will invite the ancestor to die."

Not to be outdone, Wu Yue'er took a step forward, and looked at the patriarch of the clan with her deep eyes.

"Boom"

The murderous aura of several grand masters of the Celestial Phenomena Realm and the Grand Masters of the Finger Profound Realm erupted, the void shook, and the flying snow flowed against the current, rushing towards the sky.

"Ancestor, please swallow this pill."

At this time, another figure came out from the depths of the imperial city, wearing a black python robe, with a majestic face, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body, with his hands behind his back, there was a faint dragon aura reverberating around him.

The man slowly opened his palm, and in an instant, the imperial city trembled, and the sound of the dragon's chant echoed faintly, which was the condensed imperial energy of the gods.

Chapter 140 IX: The Fourth Green Bamboo Sword God in the World

"You're not dead yet?"

The patriarch of Wu Zhou's clan couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw this man walking out from the depths of the palace.

"Naturally still."

The man in the black python robe said in a deep voice, "However, due to the prestige of our ancestors, we were not allowed to show up."

"Okay."

The patriarch of the clan was ashamed, and the appearance of this man became the last straw that crushed him.

"I eat."

Stretching out a hand, Wu Yue'er's golden pill fell into the hands of the ancestor, and she swallowed it with her eyes closed.

Then he turned around and headed towards the depths of the imperial city without looking back.

"Send a message to shopkeeper Su on behalf of the old man, thank you for his helping hand this time."

After leaving these words, the man in black robe also left.

"Congratulations to Grandpa Huang."

With a smile on Wu Yue'er's face, she bowed respectfully to the man's leaving figure.

Grandpa Huang?

Several other people looked shocked, especially Liang Jiao, Xin Jianqing, and Fan Yan.

"This is the first emperor."

Liang Jiao stammered.