In front of the main hall of the Yisang Palace, Shan Huaiyan looked at the beacon fire in the city with a gloomy face, ignoring the heralds and the generals of the forbidden army behind him. Although his eyes were solemn, there was no anger or fear, and compared with the scrambled courtiers, the emperor's composure and majesty suddenly stood out. Outsiders can see at a glance why it is this man who leads Yi Sang.

The mercenaries are not to be feared, they are only wreaking havoc in the city, and it is only a matter of time before the city defense forces destroy them. The key is, who is behind the scenes? Also, why hasn't Shan Chenggang appeared until now? Shan Huaiyan is extremely sober-minded. Since the Xiling Empire unified the Zhuanjiang River, the royal families of the original Zhuanjiang countries have never stopped trying to subvert the Xiling River. According to secret reports, they had been planning to hire mercenary groups to attack Yi Sang, but none of the major mercenary groups, including Mo Blade, dared to take it. But now······

Who gave them confidence?

Since Xiling has been the capital of Yisang, there has been no shortage of internal and external difficulties, but Yisang has never been attacked. Now that the ancient kingdom of Jingchuan in the north is divided, Xiling has become a veritable first empire in the world. Even if someone wants to do it, it shouldn't be when the Xiling Empire is in full swing.

Why at this time?

"How's the Soul Tower?" Shan Huaiyan's voice was like a basin of cold water poured on the chaotic crowd, and Wenchen and the generals quieted down together. For most of them, the term Soul Tower was still unfamiliar, because it was a secret that they had no access to. But at this time, Shan Huaiyan couldn't think too much about it.

Shan Huai has ruled Xiling for many years, and his vision is so vicious. Thinking of Xi's abnormal behavior, Shan Huaiyan immediately thought of the terrifying possibility behind it. If this is the case, the Praetorian Guards outside can stop the mercenaries and the chaotic crowd, but they can't stop him.

Not long after, a Janissary commander with a snow-white white beard stepped forward and said in the puzzled eyes of others: "Back to Your Majesty, most of the connections in the city have been cut off, and we don't know what the situation is there now. ”

Shan Huaiyan didn't get an accurate reply, but in his heart, that possibility was getting bigger and bigger. How many years ago was that? I can't even remember. Unexpectedly, the chess pieces actually put the chess player into it.

In the distance, in the night, a dark shadow was flying towards the palace. Shan Huaiyan looked at the blurred shadow, as if the two of them had looked at each other. If you want to play chess, then I will play with you to the end! Chess pieces can only be chess pieces after all.

In ancient legends, there was a poison made from the corpses of monsters, in which the broken souls of monsters remained. It will poison a person within a moment of ingestion, taking a person's life. When a person dies, the monster is reborn from the person's corpse. However, if the user dies within a moment of other causes, the deceased will be resurrected after the onset of toxicity. The poison will stimulate the strength of the person to the peak of the body, but soon, the person will die due to the gradual exhaustion of the strength.

At that time, Xi found a deal to get this legendary poison. In this way, he can not be killed by Yi'er's illusion, and only in this way can he deal with other charm generals and blood sword slaves alone, covering Yi'er's escape. And the one who has mastered the ancient medical path is the only one who can refine this poison.

After making a deal, Eye told him that this kind of thing was called "Underworld Birth", and it was a Gu, not a poison. In front of Xi, Zhan used the corpses of the "monsters" in his collection to refine this kind of "underworld". And that monster is Qianying.

A black ghost mask, a black tights, and no claws with blood remaining on their fingertips, and a pair of huge magic wings condensed by black shadows spread out behind Xi's back. Because of the Gu, Xi's skin covered by clothes and masks was now covered with terrifying blood spots. It was the first time Xi felt such a powerful force. He rushed to the palace to a black meteor and put an end to it.

Suddenly, a slightly thin figure jumped into the air and stopped in front of Xi. Xi vibrated its wings and stopped, like a monstrous wave standing still in front of a needle.

Those who come cannot fly, they can be suspended in the air. He wears a black ghost mask and a black bodysuit. Thin iron ropes surrounded him like a spiritual flying snake.

"I guessed you would be the next me, Xiu. Xi wanted to say this gently, but the effect of the Gu medicine made his voice sound as if the devil was smiling.

"Guarding this city is what you taught me. Xiu's voice sounded very soft, "Envoy, you can go." ”

"I'm sorry I lied to you. Xi Wu's claws clenched, and his knuckles erupted into a terrible sound, "I can't go anymore, and some things are not over yet." Moreover, you can't stop me. ”

Seeing this, Xiu didn't say much, took off the ghost mask, and smiled bitterly. He looked young and delicate, without the sinister air of an outlaw killer.

Xi frowned, her eagle-like gaze swept over Xiu's neck, and said in a deep voice, "Who asked you to come to such a place?"

"Myself. Xiu pulled out a knife from his waist and gently slashed his forehead. The wound was cracked, but no blood was oozing, like a bloody eye on the forehead. The black on the thin iron rope gradually receded, revealing a bone-like withered squirt, and a thin streak of blood spread over it. The bone cord crackled and grew as if it had been implanted into life. The outer layer of bone falls like snowflakes, and new bone continues to grow underneath, eventually swelling to the thickness of an adult man's arm, and the original small blood streaks gradually expand, resembling bulging blood vessels on the skin.

Xi vaguely sensed a hint of danger from Xiu's body, and he couldn't pass by Xiu's side as casually as before. He understood that although he was very optimistic about cultivation before, it was still not enough.

"You've done well enough, but I don't have time to praise you right now. Xi held his hands up, and a huge black shadow chaos appeared behind him, "In order to prevent this secret method from damaging your potential, I have decided to fight quickly. ”

Xiu didn't reply, and the bone rope swept towards Xi like a giant python. The black shadow chaos behind Xi suddenly spread out, like a demon's huge mouth devouring the bone rope and Xiu together. Xi's form disappeared into the chaos, and the bone cord only hit an emptiness.

The sight was forcibly deprived, Xiu only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the bone cord quickly swept back, coiled behind his back. Before the bone rope was coiled, the claw grabbed the bone rope with a "bang", and the residual strong wind on the claw blew a tingling pain in Xiu's back. Xiu broke out in a cold sweat and tried to wrap the bone rope around the Devilless Claw, but the Devilless Claw immediately withdrew. The bone rope shook and jerked sharply behind his back. Ke Xi had disappeared in place, and the bone rope pounced again.

The two attacks failed, and Xiu didn't dare to shoot at will. The bone cord swirled around him, alert for a possible attack.

Xi never appeared, but the black shadow chaos around his body gradually swirled. The rotation turned from slow to fast, as if the heavens and the earth were upside down, and the sense of direction of cultivation was gradually lost. Suddenly, the chaos dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed. Xi appeared above Xiu's head, raising his right arm high, and the black shadow chaos that had dissipated before stirred behind him.

"It's a pity I didn't get a chance to see you stronger one day. Xi sighed under his breath. In Xiu's frightened eyes, he swung his heavy fist down, breaking through the defense of the bone rope and stopping in front of Xiu's forehead. But chaos still poured down like a waterfall, drowning Xiu and slamming it to the ground.

The chaos faded and faded into the air. Xiu was lying on the ruins, barely able to open his eyes. The wound on his forehead had healed, and the thin iron rope that had been restored to its original state lay aside like a rope of rotten straw. The place where the two fought was close to Miyagi, and the Praetorian Guard soldiers looked in fear at Xi in the air, who was like a demon god.

Xi turned her head and looked at the palace hall. As far as the eye could see, the Praetorian Guards lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at them, and the ministers kept retreating, except for Shan Huaiyan who stood at the door without fear. Because he understands that retreating at this time is useless except for losing the majesty of the emperor in vain.

Time is precious. Xi gritted his teeth, he knew that he had no chance of killing this initiator.

The bell is ringing slowly, and the ugly time has come.