In the summer resort, the emperor still sat at the table.

It's just that he didn't review the fold this time, but looked at the newly replaced cup in front of him.

He thought of the poet girl.

He knew that he was the emperor and Shishi was a dancing girl, no matter how mysterious and profound the relationship between the two was, in the end, if he married her, it would only cause the storm of the Manchu Dynasty and the criticism of the whole country.

So I can't take that step after all.

In front of him was a map that showed the locations of the three major sects of the world on this continent and the bright city where the long-disappeared demon sect was located.

Back then, they were against Qin, there were Hu people in the north, barbarians in the south, Liang Tieqi in the west, and Da Zhou in the east, which broke through Xianyang in one fell swoop.

I don't know when another breeze blew in from the window.

This time the wind was slightly hot, and it blew the emperor's hair.

A strand of gray hair on his sideburns stands out among them.

In the Huang Qian Hall in the distance, Zhou Xing's originally crazy gaze became extremely excited at this time, he knew that the three major sects had all entered the palace, that is to say, the elite of the emperor's imperial forest army had been sent to the palace.

The roast chicken in front of his desk was already stinking, but no one came to clean it up, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Zhou Xing walked to a table next to him, there was pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, but since he pretended to be crazy for more than ten years, he had never touched these things.

He was a little rusty, then he poured a little water from the tea bowl next to him and began grinding.

There was a figure who appeared next to him at some point, ghostly, wearing a black hat with a long brim that covered his cheeks during such a midsummer day.

The man's voice was extremely hoarse, making it extremely uncomfortable to listen to, "All ready?"

Zhou Xing didn't turn his head, he was still concentrating on grinding, and then he opened his mouth as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

This is the first time he has spoken normally since he pretended to be crazy for more than ten years.

"You take this letter and go to the northwest camp outside the Heavenly Empire City to find General Ma, and those few cultivators will be handed over to the people of your Demon Sect. ”

The husky voice asked, "Don't forget the promise we made." ”

"As long as your Demon Sect helps me take the throne, I will definitely let you return to the momentum of the past in this country. ”

Zhou Xing finished the ink, and then he picked up the pen.

The hand holding the pen was a little shaky, because he had not held the pen for too long.

Then he thought about it and wrote a few lines on the rice paper in front of him.

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The furnishings in the palace were not as lonely as Luo Ning thought.

In the entire palace, except for those few floating pale black spiritual powers, the rest of the palace was no different from a normal palace.

A few faint wisps of mist floated above the clearing in front of him, shrouding the palace in a layer of mystery.

If they hadn't known in advance that there were monsters here, I'm afraid they would have thought that this was just a palace that had been uninhabited for a while.

Luo Ning asked, "We're going to hunt monsters, where should we go from?"

His strength realm is not as good as Qin Boyi, so he naturally has to consult Qin Boyi.

The girl watched Ye Qing and Gu Changsheng, who were walking in front, disappear into this layer of faint weapons, and Qin Boyi frowned slightly.

Then she reached out and pointed in one direction in the mist.

Luo Ning nervously asked, "Why?"

Qin Boyi said lightly, "Intuition." ”

Luo Ning didn't question it, and followed behind Qin Boyi.

The three sects follow three different routes, and these three routes are the three routes that they think are the most reliable.

Luo Ning's nerves were extremely tense, and there was no sound in the air except for the footsteps of two people.

The young man's eyes were slightly cold, this palace is so huge, where should I go to find this demon clansman?

The two men went around a main hall, and the route of the two of them was not to go into the house.

The mist in front of them suddenly faded, revealing an incomparably clear white wall powder and a lion statue, and the two of them moved forward again, but they didn't notice that the mist just now slowly filled the light mist that had just dispersed.

Qin Boyi was lame, and she suddenly felt an extremely familiar aura.

It was as if she had returned to the twelve-fold mountain gate of the Sword Abyss.

The surrounding fog began to grow, Qin Boyi suddenly dragged Luo Ning's arm, and the two of them walked forward a few steps tightly, and then found that a stone lion exactly like just now appeared in front of them.

They're back.

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Ye Qing walked on the roof, he didn't notice the situation on Qin Boyi's side, because of the already incomparably huge mist, he jumped from one roof to another.

Then he felt an extremely evil spiritual power.

He suddenly understood that what he was going to face was definitely not as simple as an ordinary cultivator.

Ye Qing didn't continue to move forward like Luo Ning and Qin Boyi, he gently put his hand behind his back.

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Behind it was his spear.

The cloth cover was gently removed, and a long spear covered in blue appeared in his hand.

Ye Qing slowly closed his eyes.

The surrounding fog suddenly became thicker.

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Gu Changsheng walked in the main hall of the palace.

There were still unburned lanterns in one of the halls, though he didn't feel the fog outside.

But he sensed the danger.

He walked through a door.

The book that glowed with the protective light shook slowly.

He looked back.

Through the gap in the window, he could see that there was fog outside.

He knew it wasn't fog.

It's a formation.

The things in the palace had already foreseen their arrival, so they took the lead.

Gu Changsheng turned his head.

In the quiet hall, there was a sudden sound of crisp footsteps.

Gu Changsheng's hand holding the bamboo pole suddenly became nervous.

This incomparably clear footstep sound, with a spiritual power that he still remembers, this is the spiritual power of the cultivator who sneaked up on him that night!

Gu Changsheng picked up the bamboo pole with both hands.

He turned in the direction of the sound.

In the dark corner, the quiet footsteps suddenly stopped.

Then a sword flew out.

Gu Changsheng frowned slightly, and then the bamboo pole was slammed into the sword from the bottom to the top like fishing.

This sword is fast, or extremely sharp.

If it was an ordinary cultivator, it might instantly turn into a revenant soul under this sword.

But Gu Changsheng didn't.

The bamboo pole flicked the long sword, and then Gu Changsheng felt an incomparably domineering spiritual power and power spread along the bamboo pole to his hand.

He took a step back.

The bamboo pole in his hand is shattered inch by inch!