The five hundred Anxing soldiers brought by Xijing quickly surrounded the entire Qixi Pavilion, and dozens of Qixi Pavilion members were forced to retreat behind Xichen.

"You'd better not resist, or you'll be the only one who suffers!" Xijing sneered.

Xichen couldn't hold it anymore, he rushed towards Xijing with a whoosh, the speed was like an arrow off the string, but he still underestimated Xijing's strength, the difference in cultivation level between them was too big, Xijing was caught off guard and knocked Xichen down a hundred meters away with a punch.

Everyone present became nervous, and even the members of the Qixi Pavilion who were standing behind Xichen before unconsciously took a few steps back.

Xichen spit out blood all over the ground, Xijing's punch just now, with nearly seventy percent of his cultivation, Wuge and I have come to Xichen's side, Wuge helped Xichen on the ground, and I stuffed a blood spirit grass into his mouth.

Xijing saw that someone came forward to help Xichen, picked up his sword and strode towards us, "Who are you?" Dare to take care of the gossip of Qixi Pavilion! Xijing shouted coldly.

I didn't answer his words directly, but said lightly: "Dare to make a mistake in my Thousand Spirit Clan, live impatiently!" After saying that, I gave him a spiritual power deterrent in the air, and the pressure brought to him by this deterrent far exceeded the pressure he had given Xichen before.

The other party had clearly felt the huge gap in cultivation between us, and Xi Jing, who was still arrogant just now, shuddered firmly at this time, "You, who are you?" He asked, stammering.

I took two steps forward, and then lightly unfolded the illusion, unlike before, this time there was nothing in the illusion except me and Xijing, for me, to deal with a sword god who cultivated to only the twelfth level of the Holy Spirit, there was no need to use illusion at all, but I didn't want the people of Qixi Pavilion to know too much about my identity, so I could only use the illusion to isolate them.

"Who the hell are you?" Xijing asked again: "Even if you want to kill me now, at least let me know your identity!" ”

"King of the Thousand Spirits, Xingcan!" I replied quietly.

Xi Jing's face turned pale in an instant, and after a long time, he struggled to spit out a few words: "You are the 15-year-old boy with a seventh-level super holy spirit cultivation!" ”

I smiled coldly, although my name has long been spread to all races, there are very few people who have actually seen me, "If I guess correctly, Burke arranged you in Anxing just to let you ascend to the throne of Anxing as Xijing!" ”

"I'm out of luck today!" The other party said with a gloomy face, he knew that from the moment he met me, he had no chance to escape.

I waved my hand to break the other party's disguise technique, and the true face of this Thousand Shadow Clan killer appeared in front of me, his name was Han Yi, 86 years old, "Where did you get Xijing!" I said coldly.

Han Yi snorted, "Xijing? His cultivation was abolished, his appearance was ruined, and he probably didn't have a face anymore! ”

"Do you know what happens to you?"

"It's in your hands today, you can kill or chop whatever you want!" Han said with a nonchalant expression.

I sneered, "You said it yourself, so don't blame me for being rude." As soon as the words fell, a row of jet-black rotten bone grass suddenly appeared in front of Han Yi's eyes.

"You... What do you want? Looking at these rotten bone grasses that were only an inch away from his face, Han Yi exclaimed, he clearly knew that the wounds cut by the rotten bone grass would leave an incurable scar for life, and he tried to retreat to dodge, but found that he was already unable to move.

I slowly approached Hanyi, and then said softly: "I have placed a confinement spell around you, you can't escape, everything you did to Xijing, I will copy all of it on you." ”

Beads of sweat dripped down Han Yi's forehead, and between two breaths, the placket of his clothes was soaked with sweat, and in the next second, he would suffer the same pain as Xi Jing, and the rotten bone grass cut countless scratches on his face, until the whole face became a bloody blur.

"You can just kill me!" Han Yi screamed.

I didn't answer him, but pulled the fog song from outside the illusion in, and when the fog song with a confused face saw the bloody scene in front of him, he couldn't help but turn around and vomit.

I didn't say a word, I extracted all the cultivation of Han Yi's whole body, and then easily injected it into the body of the fog song, with a flash of golden light, the cultivation of the fog song jumped eleven levels, and directly broke through from the first-level Holy Spirit to the twelfth-level Holy Spirit.

"Wang, what are you ......?" asked Fog Song in shock.

I glanced at him expressionlessly: "These cultivations are not for you, in the next 28 days, no matter what method you use, you must raise your swordsmanship to a level that matches the twelfth level of Holy Spirit cultivation, and I will ask Arthur to add your name to the Bourroman Competition." ”

"Wh.... What the? You're asking me to go to the Boer Romans Tournament? Fog Song was shocked again.

"If you can get the champion of the Holy Spirit level, then your cultivation will directly advance to the first level of the Super Holy Spirit! This is the real purpose of my cultivation of the cold and the strange for you. I said.

A few minutes later, I removed the illusion, and the cold that had been drained and cultivated passed out in front of everyone, and no one knew what was going on in the illusion except for me and Wuge.

"This person is not His Highness Xijing, he is from the Thousand Shadows Clan." The crowd gathered around and said.

I patted Wuge on the shoulder and whispered, "It's up to you here, you can explain it however you want." ”

Wu Ge had already broken out in a cold sweat, and by the time he reacted to what I said, I had already brought the injured Xichen back to the dormitory.

The early morning events of the Qixi Pavilion soon alarmed the Queen of Xinlan, less than half an hour, Xinlan's mount and entourage arrived outside the Qixi Pavilion, although she is Xijing's biological mother, but the first thing she did after entering the Qixi Pavilion was not to ask about her son's condition, but to care about Xichen's injury, after hearing that Xichen had been sent back to the dormitory, Xinlan rushed to the direction of the dormitory without saying a word.

Xichen's injury has gradually stabilized under my care, and in order to let him rest well, I specially let him take a bowl of soothing soup.

"How is the Second Highness?" Before the Queen of Xinlan arrived, the voice had already arrived.

I walked to the door of the dormitory and stopped her, "Queen, please rest assured, His Royal Highness Xichen is no longer in trouble, he has just fallen asleep, and the queen should not disturb him." ”

Xinlan didn't expect me to appear here, she was stunned for a long time before she said excitedly: "Wang.... How do you..."

I made a boo gesture and whispered, "Find a place where no one is, I have something to tell you." ”

"Yes, I'll arrange it!"

Xinlan took me to the Zhaoyang Hall of the Qixi Pavilion, and then solemnly saluted me.

"Queen Xinlan doesn't have to be polite!" I whispered, Xinlan's age is close to 90 years old, and many times, I prefer to think of her as an elder, "I came to you to tell you about Xijing." ”

"I saw the Thousand Shadows Clan outside the hall just now, what's going on?"

"His name is Han Yi, the top killer of the Thousand Shadow Clan, and he has been active in Anxing King City as Xi Jing in the past few years." I say.

"Cold? Thousand Shadow Clan Killers? Queen Xinlan was taken aback, "What about my Xijing, where is he now?" ”

I hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell Xinlan the truth, "I only read the last place where Xijing landed in my cold memory, but that was 2 years ago, Xijing's cultivation was abolished, his appearance was ruined, and I don't know where he is now." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Queen Xinlan's body trembled violently, "What did you say, Xijing's cultivation was abolished and her appearance was ruined??" ”

I nodded, I wanted to comfort Xinlan, but before I could say anything, Xinlan fell headlong in front of me, "Queen Xinlan......" I cried out in a lost voice.

Anxing's previous situation made me worry, the queen was in a coma, the whereabouts of the eldest prince were unknown, the second prince was seriously injured, thinking about it, I had to use the crystal stone to contact Holma who was in El Paso, perhaps, only he was in order to better resolve this crisis of Anxing.

Horma, who received the news, rushed from El Paso to the Neon Yuan Qixi Pavilion within a quarter of an hour, the familiar moon-white portal appeared outside the Zhaoyang Palace, and Holma walked out of it wearing the prince's clothes, followed by fifty well-trained Thousand Spirit Clan soldiers.

Hormma's arrival attracted the attention of everyone in the Qixi Pavilion, and everyone saluted him one after another: "Prince Horma ......"

Holma ignored the crowd and went straight to the Zhaoyang Palace, where I had temporarily placed Queen Xinlan on a bench beside him before he entered.

"I'm afraid that the Thousand Shadow Clan killer outside the hall will be useless in this life, and this kind of punishment is far more uncomfortable for him than killing him." Holma pushed the door in and said.

When I saw Holma, I finally felt a lot more relaxed, "I'm just treating others the way I am!" I chuckled.

Holma had already come to Xinlan's side, and after a brief consultation with the queen, he whispered to me: "Don't worry, King, Queen Xinlan is just worried about her son, and she fainted without taking a breath, I will give her some medicine to calm her mind later, and in addition, I have transferred 50 elite soldiers according to your request, and they will go with the Anxing soldiers to search for the whereabouts of Prince Xijing." ”

I nodded, "I'm relieved to have you there!" ”