Yan Xiake stood under the old tree, her slightly ragged gray robe moving with the wind.

He watched quietly, outside the City God Temple, there were people wearing soaphorn clothes, holding court decrees, and the emperor's holy decrees were looking for them.

There are thousands of city gods in the world, but there is only one city god in the capital.

Although the Yuan Shen Zhenren is strong, it is not easy to kill him, because the city god has accumulated great power, and the people are in awe.

However, time can change everything.

It has been five generations since the Great Green was put into the past century, and the people who had received the favor of the city god, remembered the kindness of the city god, and had deep reverence for it, their grandchildren, all died of old age.

A hundred years of blockade, the City God Temple, is really in decline.

Otherwise, how could the Providential True Persons suppress the capital city god in Kyoto?

"It's a pity, the emperor doesn't know that the Emperor of Heaven has been refining medicine for him for a hundred years, in order to suppress the capital city god......"

Yan Xiake sighed deeply in her heart, sighing at the stupidity of people.

Along the way, he made a secret visit, and what he saw was shocking, which made him feel extremely strong killing intent towards the old emperor who once named himself as the champion.

He knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to fight against the Providence Sect on his own.

Over the past few months, he has come up with two methods, one of which is to come forward to expose the viciousness of the Providence Sect when he is competing with the Heavenly Providence Sect in the Rulai Courtyard and inviting the world's sects to witness it.

But he is not a member of the Providence Sect, and the evidence in his hand is not enough to completely crucify the Providence Sect.

And the second is to kill the old emperor!

As soon as this old emperor dies, there will be at least a short period of chaos, and there is no limit to the capital city, even if it is weakened for a hundred years, but with its thousand-year-old prestige, it may not be impossible to drive the true people of Providence out of Qingdu City.

At least, it won't be worse than it is now.

It was hard for him to imagine how terrifying a true Yuan Shen who needed incense and wishing power like a city god, but who was not as restrained as a city god and had immeasurable powers, without any fear.

But this was his guess, and the difficulty was how he could assassinate the king!

Call!

With a long breath of turbidity, Yan Xiake took out three sticks of incense from her arms, and with a slight shake, the incense had already been lit.

"Yanxiake of Qingyan Mansion, who has lived for decades, is a son of man, worthy of his parents, an official for one term, worthy of the people, walking the world, worthy of the people....... Today, Yan wants to do great things! ”

Yan Xiake faced the City God Temple, bowed slightly and said:

"Old Chenghuang, if you have a spirit, please help me!"

There was calm all around, and nothing happened.

Yan Xiake took a step forward, knelt on her knees, and bowed again: "Please help me with the old city god!" ”

"Please help me with the old city god!"

After three prostrations.

Yan Xiake only felt that the three incense sticks in his hand trembled slightly, and the curling green smoke swayed slightly, submerging into his mouth and nose.

He sensed it slightly, and felt that three sticks of incense flashed in front of him.

"Thank you, Old Town God!"

Yan Xiake took a deep breath and stood up.

In the distance, those poor people had already run over, drawing their swords and shouting: "Your Majesty strictly forbids defeating the obscene shrine, and those who violate the order will be killed!" ”

These poor people are a few feet away, their steps are steady, and they are all kinds of good hands at a glance.

But where can you catch up with Yanxiake?

He turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Qingdu City is still bustling and lively, and the lightning and thunder that have flashed in the air for months have long been accustomed to.

Yan Xiake walked in the crowd, and when he closed his eyes slightly, he could see the three incense sticks, which were the three incense sticks lent to him by Qin Wuyi, the city god of Qingdu.

"With these three incense sticks, you can enter the palace and face the old emperor.......

Looking at these three incense sticks, Yan Xiake's heart rose to enlightenment.

But he didn't directly light the incense, but walked slowly along the wide and unusual avenue of Qingdu.

On the long street, the hawkers are hawking, the shouting in the restaurants, the noise among the crowd can be heard one by one, and on the avenue, the people who carry knives and swords, the people who are in rags, the people with yellow muscles, and the people who are dressed in brocade, and so on.

Bang!

A little child ran laughing and accidentally bumped into Yan Xiake's body.

"Uncle, I didn't mean to."

The little boy was shocked when he saw Yan Chixia's burly figure and the ugly black man.

"Stolen from me?"

Yan Xiake glared, grabbed the child's arm with his backhand, and snatched his purse from his hand.

"Oops, I'm beating someone, bullying children!"

The child screamed in pain.

The pedestrians around are not stupid, and when they see Yanxia's guests, they are tall and big, and they are holding their purses, where do they not know what happened?

Even if it's not, looking at him as burly as he is, and carrying a long sword on his back, it's obviously not easy to mess with.

Although there were many onlookers, no one spoke up.

When the little boy saw that this trick didn't work, he begged softly: "Uncle, you can spare me this time, I will dare next time." ”

"Spare you, dare next time?!"

Yan Xiake laughed, and the people around laughed.

The little boy was red-faced: "Don't dare, don't dare next time." ”

Yan Xiake didn't bother to embarrass him, he had seen a lot of tragic things along the way, and it was difficult for him to fluctuate in his heart at this little petty theft.

As soon as he let go of his hand and let your child slip away, as soon as his hand was turned up, several colorful purses were pinched in his hands.

"One or two are too much!"

Yan Xiake checked it and smiled: "It's just enough for a certain family to have a meal of wine!" ”

took out the silver money and threw away the purse, Yan Xiake walked straight into the nearest restaurant, opened her mouth and said:

"Restaurant, let's get a tael of silver for wine, and then two catties of snacks!"

There are a lot of people in the restaurant, but the efficiency is quite high.

Soon, a large table of wine and food was already set up in front of Yan Xiake.

"The food is still reluctant, and the wine is okay! It's not an insult to you! ”

Yan Xiake patted her stomach, and the burning incense in front of her had turned into green smoke and disappeared.

He was a little curious about how Du Chenghuang would help him, but he still calmed down, his chopsticks kept falling, and his wine glass was not idle.

When Yanxiake is full of wine and food, there is no rice left on the table.

At this time, a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance and an expressionless face walked over and sat opposite Yan Xiake.

The man looked Yan Xiake up and down a few times, and said expressionlessly:

"Come with me, my master wants to see you!"

Yan Xiake was a little drunk and slapped the table:

"Lead the way!"

The man's face darkened, but he did not have a seizure, and got up silently and walked towards the door.

Yan Xiake staggered behind him, followed the man through a few streets, and came to an ordinary courtyard.

In the small courtyard, several fierce masked people carried swords and swords, and a mysterious person with only a pair of eyes left in the package stood with his hands down, and under the old trees in the courtyard, on the stone chair, sat a graceful and luxurious old man.

The old man was about the age of a sixtieth year, and although he was wearing ordinary clothes, he couldn't hide his luxury.

The old man looked at Yan Xiake and nodded slightly:

"It is worthy of being a double champion of civil and military, and it has a heroic style!"

But he seemed to know something.

Yan Xiake's eyes shrank slightly, but she recognized who this old man was.

He is the crown prince of the dynasty.

The great-grandfather, grandfather, and father who were boiled to death are now over the age of sixteen, and it is said that the crown prince has died for a short time.

This prince is said to have been a prince when he opened his eyes, and now, he has been a prince for more than 60 years.

"Let's go down!"

The old man waved his hand.

Everyone else hesitated, but they didn't dare to disobey, and they all bowed and retreated.

Only the mysterious man who was shrouded in his whole body remained motionless.

Yan Xiake didn't care, she sat directly opposite the prince, and said, "I want to enter the palace!" ”

He didn't bother to care if the person in front of him was the prince, whether he had another purpose, and whether he was being used.

What he wanted to do was simple.

Seek justice for the thousands of unjust souls who died in his belly!

"Talk fast."

The old man was slightly stunned, and said solemnly:

"Although the palace is heavily guarded, it is easy to enter, but there are still masters of the Heavenly Providence Sect among them, so be careful."

The two didn't communicate much.

The old man took out a map and pointed him in what direction he would enter at what time of the night.

After that, Yan Xiake gave up her hand and walked chicly.

The old man returned the salute slightly, watched him leave, and couldn't help but sigh:

"What a hero!"

For more than 100 years, there are many people who have discovered the inside story of alchemy, but there are few people who really dare to make a move, and now, there is no one.

Seeing Yan Xiake, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.

"It's a pity that most of them will die, and it will be difficult to succeed."

The mysterious man sighed lightly, and the black clothes he was wearing slowly disappeared, but it was a tall monk with broad eyebrows.

"If you try, you may not succeed, if you don't try, you will never be able to! The old thing has lived too long, he has to eat the flesh and blood of 100 people every day, and he has to exchange blood for royal lineage every year, one hundred and twenty years, one hundred and twenty years! ”

The prince's face was cold and hard, with a strong hatred:

"Such a fierce demon is called the Holy Emperor of the Ages, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

The great monk stopped talking, but there was a trace of pity in his heart.

This prince is basically the breeding pig left by the old emperor, in order to continue his life, one descendant a year, one hundred and twenty years, even if it is six generations, each generation, there are enough twenty people to become the old emperor's 'blood bag'!

How can you not hate?

At this time, the sun is setting, and the night is gradually falling.

Yan Xiake didn't just touch a pot of wine somewhere, leaning on the eaves of a high-rise building ten miles away from the palace, drinking and waiting.

The wine was strong, and the flame in his heart was high.

Thousands of people.

Whose parents are they, whose children, whose hearts are the pinnacles, whose pillars?

They may die sooner or later, but they can't be used as pills, even the bones and bones, and even the flesh and soul can be eaten!

When Chang~

At one point, the flask fell to the ground.

Yan Xiake drifted away, with the falling night, mixed in the breeze, and suddenly it was Lixu, less than a moment before and after, and had already touched the palace.

He has already stepped into the cultivation of warmth, and although his destiny has not been fulfilled, it is not a wall that can stop him.

In particular, this is a dead end for patrols.

Under the cover of night, Yan Chixia moved above the palace everywhere, and the green smoke turned into the second incense stick fluttered over his body.

The few powerful divine senses that had swept through him didn't seem to have spotted him.

Soon, he gradually approached the brightly lit harem behind the main hall in the middle of the palace.

Faintly, through the faint light, he saw the old emperor in a palace somewhere.

"Who?!"