Wu Chen looked at Murong Yu, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Asked softly, "You should be surnamed Xuan, right?"

Murong Yu only felt a buzz in his mind, like a lightning strike.

His eyes were tightly glazed, staring at Wu Chen deadly, and then he suddenly looked around.

"Don't worry, I've used my divine sense to isolate the surroundings, forming an independent space, there are only the two of us in the space, and I can only see you and me outside the space and be silent, and even the movements between the two of us will come out more slowly. ”

Wu Chen thought for a while and continued: "Well, it's like what I saw from the outside was just us in the previous time, so you can rest assured."

Wu Chen, who had finished speaking, reminded with a smile: "By the way, whether the jade talisman in your hand is pinched or not, as long as I don't agree, even if it is crushed, it is useless." ”

Murong Yu closed his eyes, his body was like cartilage, and he sat directly in place, and a handful of small fragments of crystal green were scattered in the palm of his right hand, and he could roughly see the extraordinary.

When Wu Chen said the Xuanzi, Murong Yu crushed the ancestor who could notify him in an instant, the pillar of the main hall of the Mu family, the master of the main vein of the Heavenly Sect, the well-deserved Dinghai Divine Needle, and the peak powerhouse of the Xuan Emperor of the Three Realms, Mu Xinglie.

The reason why it cannot be used unless it is near death is because once its jade talisman is shattered, no matter whether Mu Xinglie is in retreat or meditating, he will feel it.

And for the powerhouses of the upper three realms, cultivation is the most important thing.

Moreover, the jade talisman is shattered, and a trace of the power of the divine soul that Mu Xinglie personally sealed in it will also appear suddenly, even if it is a half-step Xuandi who has stepped into the peak of the Xuan Emperor of the Upper Three Realms, he can still compete with one or two.

But at this time, the jade talisman can be said to be broken and cannot be broken, and the original should have appeared but did not appear, so Murong Yu at this time can be said to be a little desperate.

And eighty or ninety percent of the despair was not because of his own life and death, but because of the question Wu Chen asked before, or rather, the question with the answer.

At the foot of Zhongzhou Mountain, in a bright hall, eight golden silk nanmu pillars that can be surrounded by a few people, supporting a dome with a diameter of tens of meters, and each of the golden silk nanmu pillars of nearly a thousand years is carved with a nine-clawed Xianglong like a hair, and there is a non-same one on the Longyou Nanzhu.

In the center of the main hall, there is a bright caisson with a diameter of nearly ten meters, carved railings and paintings, and a hundred beasts are really galloping on it.

Above the caisson, there is a golden dragon cast of pure gold, and the dragon head is facing the front of the center of the lobby, with nine steps down and five steps up, which is a metaphor for the east position of the main hall of the Ninety-Five.

The golden dragon leaned on its front paws, its nine toes were proud, and its head was slightly facing downward, like a bead.

On the ninety-five steps, a long square table, spread with a plain yellow silk satin, behind the square table, in front of the gold carved screen, a nine dragons wander around, coincidentally gathered into a chair, on the nine dragon chair legs cross-legged sat a slightly chubby old man.

Dressed in a plain white silk robe, it is particularly eye-catching, and extraordinarily elegant and pure, but if you look closely, the plain white silk robe is indeed particularly unclean, because on the white silk robe, there are nine wandering white dragons, ecological postures, all different, which takes effort, ordinary princes and generals are unimaginable.

In the empty hall that can accommodate hundreds of people, as far as the eye can see, there is only a chubby old man sitting on a nine-dragon chair, and in addition, there are only those nine-toed golden dragons that can be seen everywhere.

The chubby old man's hair was half white, and he was simply scattered behind his head, and his majestic face was full of suspicion.

It wasn't very good, and even some harsh voices sounded in the empty hall.

The sound comes from the four ordinary copper coins in the hands of the chubby old man, which is really ordinary, with a round sky and a place-like shape, with four big characters engraved on the "Great Xuantongbao", and there is some patina on the edge of the copper coin.

The chubby old man closed his eyes tightly and did not argue, and his right hand shaking the copper coin was slightly raised, and he threw it on the long table in front of him at will.

The chubby old man closed his eyes and "looked" at the table in front of him, his left hand still changing, pinching the strange handprint.

Before long, the chubby old man who had stopped pinching the print sat up straight, his eyebrows furrowed, forming a figure-eight shape piled up high.

He muttered in his mouth: "Obviously, no matter how you calculate it, the jade talisman is not abnormal, but why...... It shouldn't be, it shouldn't. ”

On the right side of the majestic Wuyue screen behind the Nine Dragon Chairs, an old man in a eunuch robe dressed in a gorgeous robe walked out with a half-bowed waist, walking without the slightest sound marks.

The old man, whose hair was as white as silver, was obviously too old in his sixties, bent over and walked slowly to the chubby old man, no more, no less, just five steps away.

The old man in the eunuch robe, his voice was soft, not like an old man who had urinated and entered the palace, "Your Majesty, it's time to rest, and tomorrow you will have to go to the morning court." ”

The voice was not loud or small, just enough for the chubby old man with his eyes closed to hear, and it was not too noisy.

Just by virtue of this unique skill in the palace, the old man with a silver head can afford to be the chief manager of nearly 10,000 eunuchs.

After a sound, the chubby old man closed his eyes as if he hadn't heard it.

The old eunuch was not in a hurry to hurriedly shout a second time, and only after about five breaths did he continue to repeat Fang Cai's soft shout.

In less than three breaths, the slightly chubby old man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were black and bright, especially bright.

The chubby old man first stared at the outside of the hall, and the two rows of lights reflected in the particularly bright hall.

Then he stood up and wanted to go to the dormitory to rest, but his eyes wandered inadvertently, and he saw the four copper coins on the long wooden table, and frowned, and piled up a tall figure.

The old eunuch's heart chuckled, and the old eunuch who knew the chubby old man knew that it was another bloody storm.

"Wei Li, who put this copper coin on the widow's table?"

Eunuch Wei Li glanced up at the copper coins on the long table at this time, and hurriedly knelt in place, and said in a hoarse voice: "The old slave deserves to die, I don't know who released it, the old slave deserves death." ”

The chubby old man turned around, slowly walked behind the screen, and said without the slightest emotion as he walked: "All the guards on duty today have been killed." ”

Eunuch Wei Li hurriedly responded, "Yes." ”

After the chubby old man left, Wei Li slowly stood up, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and softly called a eunuch, also commanding without the slightest emotion.

Then Wei Li looked up at the screen, straightened his clothes, and silently chased after him.

This night, at the foot of Zhongzhou Mountain, the Daxuan Dynasty, which ranked first among many dynasties, and the sword-wearing guards guarding the royal front, nearly half of them died, and no one knew the reason, but they knew that they were dead, and they couldn't afford to die.