Chapter 115: The Emperor's Mind (1)

The night is thick and splashed with ink.

In the corner of the Cangyin Continent, in the depths of the dark corner, the air pressure surged, accompanied by the low drink of the person on the main seat, and the layers were pressed down, instantly overturning the entire space.

The man wore a black cloak and a black hood, almost blending into the night. He sat idly on the throne and did not speak, but in the thick of the night it was particularly terrifying.

The six black shadows are all kneeling on the ground, and the black and green logo on their shoulders is very conspicuous. It was a complex and mysterious pattern, like a poisonous snake lying on its neck. The poisonous snake is entangled, and the spit letter is wilted, turning into a gorgeous stamen.

A man kneeling in front of him stomped his staff to the ground and gritted his teeth.

"Lord! Lao Qi is dead! ”

The staff was like a dead branch, brown and gray.

It is one of the seven protectors under the Demon Venerable Throne, Jiong Qi.

Before the words fell, a black mist instantly reached the front door, pressing to the top. The powerful coercion instantly bent his half-kneeling back, making a crisp "creaking" sound.

The threat of death was imminent, the man in the main seat narrowed his eyes slightly, but still did not speak, but Jiongqi's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

"Jiongqi! Watch your words and deeds! ”

A beautiful and bewitching woman scolded in a deep voice, hurriedly fell to the ground, and pleaded to the person on the throne, "Lord, Jiong Qi is confused for a while! ”

It was Lingyang who appeared in Xueyue Tower.

As soon as the words fell, the man on the main seat had already stood up, squinted at the black crowd at his feet, raised his hand, and said very lightly, "Don't take it as an example." ”

Then, it turned into a wisp of black mist and dispersed in the night.

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In the north of Cangyin, the mountains are reckless, and the imperial city is the capital.

Thousands of miles away, all subjects.

The imperial city is the center of secular power, and the people are mostly secular sons, who believe in the power of the divine beast and respect the brown. According to legend, in ancient times, Gou Chen was originally the lord of the stars, absorbing the power of heaven and earth, and was the honor of the earth, born side by side with the Yellow Dragon, and one of the eight gods.

Later, Huanglong defected to the Star Palace, fell into the mortal world, and Gou Chen endured the pain to arrest him, but he caused murder. In order to make up for the crime, Gou Chen was born into the world, and took the prosperity of the land of Nanchuan as his own responsibility, so he was named Nanrong.

The Nam Rong royal family took this as the source, and each monarch was chosen by God to succeed Gou Chen.

Since the Nanrong clan moved north from Nanchuan and settled in the north, the subjects were protected by the Gou Chen Divine Beast, and the wind and rain have always been smooth. The people of the north are rough in nature and live on agriculture and animal husbandry. After the Nanrong clan settled the capital, the mining industry was greatly developed, and the people in the north were rich in food and clothing, so they turned to the preparation of soldiers and horses, and the art of magic practice.

The Cangyin Continent was already thriving, and the northern realm was still late, but the economy was strong, so he turned to the study of spells. In order to protect the stability of the imperial power, the Nanrong royal family is divided into a descendant who specializes in magic and Taoism, which is called Hefu. Each head of the family in Hefu is a brother of successive emperors, and the two cooperate with each other to help each other.

Since Emperor Shunze ascended the throne, Nan Rongcheng succeeded to the position of the head of the He family as his elder brother and changed his name to He Cheng. He Cheng has a lot of understanding of cultivation, and many years ago he married a good wife as a princess. It is rumored that he is a mystical cultivator with outstanding talents, and his spiritual roots are wise and gifted, and he has greatly assisted him in his efforts to develop spells. This made the magic of Licheng Hefu advance by leaps and bounds, and it can be regarded as the last of the five major families in the cultivation line of the Cangyin Continent.

After the princess died of exhaustion, Hefu's spell technique was still thriving and gradually improving in her multi-faceted schemes.

The imperial city is located on the Miyue Plateau, and is sheltered by Qiongshan Mountain. Licheng He Mansion is located under Qiong Mountain, known as the cultivation mansion, which is actually the outer protection of the imperial city and the defense of the door wall.

The location is favorable, and it can be described as an impregnable wall.

But recently, the east of Qiongshan Mountain has slipped and the stones have collapsed. There was a vacancy in the east of the imperial city, and the demon suddenly appeared, broke through from the east of Qiongshan, and besieged the main city of the imperial city. However, the lord of the imperial city, the emperor of the world, Emperor Shunze, Nan Rongze, did not move, and sealed the city without a fight.

When Yun Yuan and the others arrived at the Imperial City, the main city of the Imperial City had been completely sealed off.

Outside the main city, the once bustling and noisy Mahang Street is now empty. Houses are closed, the streets are scattered, and the walls are dilapidated.

"At the end of the street is the palace." Nan Rongpu looked at the decaying Mahang Street, thinking of the chaos here, and the panic of the people, he couldn't help but frown.

He Xuan frowned, and was about to say something.

The Ember Bead suddenly glowed blood-colored red, appearing in one direction. Everyone looked up, and the black air above the place lingered, like a dark cloud pressing down.

"It's the direction of the General's Mansion!" Nan Rongpu exclaimed in surprise and turned his head to look at Jiang Jie.

Jiang Jie looked at the black clouds not far away, the coldness on his face was cracked, and his black pupils were turbulent.

"Let's go!"

He Xuan didn't say much, grabbed Jiang Jie and took the lead.

The six of them rushed west from Mahang Street to Jiang's mansion.

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At the end of the desolate and empty street, a mansion stands quietly. There was no house in front of the mansion, and the lanterns under the eaves were blown to the ground, and even the plaque with the words "Jiang Mansion" in the center of the mansion gate was also tilted to the side, crumbling in the cold wind.

The door opened, and a heavy bloody breath came to the nostrils, and there was a faint sound of hand-to-hand combat coming from within.

Jiang Jie jumped up the steps and walked towards the mansion.

The blue-white stone steps, splattered with blood, were stacked on top of each other of corpses—soldiers in armor, coarse cloth-wrapped servants, and even maids in skirts. In the courtyard not far away, there were still monsters with green faces and fangs crouching on the ground, sucking the blood of the living who still had a trace of life.

It's stiff!

Jiang Jie's face was dark and calm, his complexion changed, he nodded forward, flipped between his right fingers, and had already withdrawn his eyes.

The shattered blade shaped like a beast's horn was full of spiritual power, emitting a faint blue light all over its body. Jiang Jie waved his hand, and his eyes swept through the air like a spirit, and accurately stabbed towards several stiff stabs in the courtyard!

Piercing the eyes, back to the master's hands, a few stiff responses to the ground!

Jiang Jie retracted his thoughts, crossed the courtyard, and hurried all the way to the study.

Before he reached the study, he saw two corpses lying in front of the porch, with bright dresses and luxurious makeup, familiar faces. It's just that there are two blood holes in the chest, blood is bubbling with blood, his face is pale, and he has long been gone, it is the eldest lady and the second lady of the general's mansion.

Jiang Jie lowered his face coldly, and stepped over the two corpses, and not far away were more familiar people.

The man fell to the ground, his face covered in blood, and his chest was pierced open by a sharp weapon. Blood stained his white hair, and he lay on the ground along the wrinkles of his face, soaking the blue-white slate.

His back was arched deeply, and he was hunched so badly that he still struggled to crawl in the direction of the study.

"Uncle Luo!"

Jiang Jie's pupils shrank, and at a glance he recognized that this was the number one general under his father's command, and stepped forward to hold him in his arms in a few steps, "Uncle Luo!" ”。

"Young Master!" The dying old man looked at the young man in front of him for a long time, and then hurriedly pointed to the study, "Old... Master! ”