"Pershing City is undefendable, it can't be held from the beginning, because the walls of Pershing City are not in Pershing, but at Tianjian Pass. After Yinchen finished speaking, he stepped up the first step, and the death of the Spirit Emperor did not touch him much, because from the moment Pershing fell and the Spirit Emperor was betrayed by his ministers, he was already dead, and all that survived was the flesh and blood of the Spirit Emperor. Yinchen actually had a hint of relief at his death in his heart, because he was a person who could be said to be benevolent, and when he was dying, he finally broke through the constraints of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs, and became a hero who saved the world. Although his performance was very clumsy, the problem was that he was just an ordinary person disguised as a Spirit Emperor, not an archmage who surpassed the world's power system, he didn't have the ability to turn the tide from the beginning, and it was not easy to do that.

"It's just that Empress Linghua has given herself a good reputation, and the southern kingdom has fallen, and she has at least two percent of the responsibility. Silver Dust whispered, speeding up his dive forward.

"From my own standpoint, Emperor Ling is a rare good emperor, and the Zhao family in the south is actually rotten!" Nalan Blood Demon followed, with a hint of desolation in his tone: "Whether it is Emperor Ren, Emperor Yue, or even the Martial Emperor and Emperor Yong, who founded the country, in fact, it can be seen from the way Chen Qiao mutinied, that they are all insidious people who do not know how to use righteous means, and it is difficult to find someone who dares to bear it like him!"

"When you see Mr. Zhao Guangyi, you won't say that. Yinchen said perfunctorily, in fact, he agreed with Nalan Blood Demon's statement, because he knew that if there was no Ling Huang colluding with Zhao Guangyi's usurpation, then Uncle Zhao Guang, who came to power, was afraid that he would be even more unbearable than Emperor Ren.

The 100-year reign of the Sixth Dynasty did have many bright spots, but it still could not hide the overall failure.

They ceased to speak, and pretended to be like those around them, and crowded into the wooden gate with a large crowd of worshippers, and in order to prevent the parishioners from falling, Indra's men had already sawed down the threshold and hung it proudly in a corner of the square for people to admire.

When they entered the main hall, they saw that there were actually many houses that had been opened, and pillars of different thicknesses stood in a disorderly manner, dividing the parishioners into large and small squares, and the dawn furnishings of the temple carried a strong steppe wind, and the screens covered by animal skins, the decorations made of sheep's skulls, and tadpole-shaped scriptures could be seen everywhere, and even the oil lamps were made into the shape of the jugs of mare's milk wine on the grassland, showing a strange delicacy and beauty. The civilization that rises on the steppe has never been only rough and heroic.

Silver Dust carefully observed these, sighing that the beliefs are different, but the aesthetics are the same, these decorations do look beautiful, but the servile civilization they represent is really not flattering.

"What now?" said Nalan Blood Demon's voice with a hint of nervousness.

"Don't be silent, follow me. A hint of ice blue brilliance flashed in Silver Dust's eyes, and he had already discovered that the atmosphere inside the entire temple was not the right temperature to be precise, colder than the outside. This temperature change is imperceptible to ordinary people, but as a mage, he is extremely sensitive to the sensing of the elements, and he can still detect a little difference through the sensing of the rhythm of the ice element.

In the whole hall, there are treasures such as "loyalty stones", which are used to detect the loyalty in the hearts of the parishioners, and once there is a rebellious thought, the person who presides over the prayer will definitely find it, and even locate it accurately.

Silver Dust took a light breath: "Playing with the mage to sneak in? ”

The palm of his hand immediately rippled with blue ripples, this ripple was a mixed fluctuation of the power of ice and the power of time and space, this fluctuation was imperceptible, because its frequency was completely unrelated to the frequency of the ice breath.

Yes, frequency.

The reason why Silver Dust's ice magic is completely incompatible with a divine skill like "Ice Break", making him completely lose the possibility of using the ice magic skill, is that the frequency of his ice magic is missing, lacking the fluctuation frequency of all the divine skills in the world, and therefore also lacking the characteristics of all the divine skills in the world. However, cold ice is cold ice after all, and the magic itself is also a kind of magic that is solidified on the body through cultivation, so Silver Dust can completely use ice magic as a precursor to hide the hacking spell in it.

As for space-time magic, it is the lowest level of slow space-time magic, in order to delay the detection of the enemy by slowing down the time once you get into a long confrontation when you are hacked.

However, his space-time magic didn't play a big role, and he immediately hacked into the more than a dozen treasures arranged in the temple, secretly controlling the deflection and detection direction of the treasures, making way for him and Nalan Blood Demon.

Next, it's time to hide from the eyes of the enemy.

A cold light flashed in the depths of his silver pupils, he suddenly lowered his hand, the power of the shadow fluctuated in the cuffs, and then quickly released, this fluctuation has nothing to do with ice fluctuations and air fluctuations, it only transmits in the direction of the distribution of shadows, people who close their eyes and pray, under the light that is clearly extinguished, it is impossible to really find that the shadows under the feet of the people around them are fluctuating abnormally, and the large shadows, after fluctuating a breath, suddenly transformed into a huge magic array.

"Fix the empty seal. ”

Time seemed to freeze suddenly, and the entire hall was frozen, but the power of darkness continued to extend infinitely. The magic of the curse runs along all shadows.

Silver Dust led the Nalan Blood Demon slowly towards the depths of the main hall, and they quickly crossed the crowd and appeared in the place where they shouldn't have been—the high platform where the priest stood.

Nalan Blood Demon was nervous to death, but he climbed the high platform and found no one to stop them, and Silver Dust kept walking forward, passing the priest.

No one moved.

Nalan Blood Demon felt his legs twitch, but he had to keep up with Silver Dust and outdo him. Nalan Blood Demon himself has the map, and he is actually here to be a guide for Silver Dust.

Silver Dust walked to the innermost part of the main hall, where there was a magnificent but not large door, and when he pushed the door open, it was no longer a place for ordinary parishioners to trespass.

The rules within the cult are also very strict.

However, Yinchen gently pushed the door open, and the slight sound of the moment the door was opened countless times in the ears of Nalan Blood Demon, like a thunder war drum, but the people around him didn't seem to hear it at all.

Before they could open the door, Silver Dust's dark magic had exploded.

"Broken Moon: Black Coffin. ”

Everyone in their path, no matter who he was, as long as it was Indra's people, was immediately swallowed by the black safes, but there was no sound of any mechanism turning, and after those black safes swallowed a person, they immediately melted and shrank into the black shadows like flowing water, and disappeared.

So when Silver Dust walked into the interior of the temple of Indra, there was no one here at all, and they walked towards their destination as if they were walking in a huge and empty abandoned palace.

Nalan Blood Demon pretended to be a stall and led the way in front. In the hands of the silver dust behind him, a black mist lingers at all times.

......

When the footsteps sounded, the man in the cage slowly opened his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that such a person who is wearing an imperial robe, and should be wearing a royal robe, would actually sit in a cage and close his eyes and extend. The way Indra treats this former emperor is really ingenious.

Indra's disciples have never directly insulted and injured the body of this down-and-out emperor, because in this world, even if you consider it with the most "scientific and rational" attitude, the emperor's body is also a "dragon's body", the embodiment of a demigod, and an incomparably noble and sacred "living holy weapon" that affects the fortunes of the country.

The Indra disciples were pure fanatics, and naturally found fault with the relationship between their teachings and their own actions. The bodies of those who have sat on the dragon chair in Pershing City are made of "God-given light" and cannot be defiled by dusty hands, but those who have been ousted from the throne are "sinful souls in need of redemption", just like ordinary people who have sacrificed their lives for the sake of their teachings. After all, this emperor may not believe in Indra from life to death, and since he is an unbeliever, then he is the object of a fanatic who needs to be transformed, redeemed, and even coerced and tortured.

So these soldiers, under the leadership of the little bishop, prepared this strangely decorated spiritual torture room for the emperor they once bowed to.

It was impossible to put such a luxury as a bed in a small cage, only a low bench. The bench was very elegant, made of sandalwood, and it was not ordinary sandalwood, it was specially used for sandalwood punishment, the gray vampire sandalwood with the best blood-sucking ability, and a large piece was used to make Fang Dundun, a smooth, clean and elegant wooden stool, which seemed to carry a certain semiotic irony, and was put into a small cage. The little fragrance of the gray and smooth wood refreshes the mind, but it greatly hinders sleep, and becomes a torture instrument for the spirit of torture in silence.

How could the cage in which the emperor was imprisoned be the same as the cage of ordinary prisoners. The whole cage, in fact, is no wonder made of brass, on the thick railing, carved with copper earthly dragons, slender body coiled on the copper pillar, scales and claws are vivid, with emerald inlaid eyes are even more lifelike, it looks even more gorgeous and noble than the handicrafts in the treasure shop, but I am afraid that even the people who make this thing may not necessarily think that this is a cage that imprisons people, and think that it is customized by foreign envoys to hold tribute lions.

If this cage is placed horizontally, it can indeed hold a slightly thinner lion.

The copper cage is tall and narrow, although the carving of the earthly dragon is exquisite, but the scale gaps and fineness in the claws seem to be deliberately processed very sharp, just like the thorn cage that Zhao Yuheng once taught, once you lean on it, immediately scrape off a layer of skin and flesh, and these sculptures, every day there will be two instructors to clean with holy water, and the things washed with holy water obviously have the capital to harm the "living holy weapon".

People trapped in cages can only stand up or sit on benches, and they can't rest on the cage at all, let alone lie down. After all, the emperor who lives here has been in extreme pain for more than half a year.

The dinner plate and the bucket in the cage are hung from above with a pulley, and the soldiers are also hollow for the emperor's service, and the food on the plate is enough, and it is also abundant, but it is extremely irregular, and in every meal, there seems to be some chronic poison such as poppies, so that the people inside want to eat after smelling the aroma of the food, and the next meal, but I don't know when it will arrive, the dish will not be the same, but there is only a certain plate for each meal, sometimes more, sometimes less, and if the previous plate is not finished, then the next plate will not come。

The food is a celebrity chef, the quality is impeccable, but the drinking water is bitter and salty well water, which is very regular, and a large bowl is delivered at midnight every day, which is barely enough for a day.

So from the moment this once illustrious emperor was sent here and imprisoned, he did not have a chain, a rope, a flail, or even a piece of wood or metal, and he always wore the most gorgeous and dazzling dragon robe and sat on the "throne" of sandalwood torture wood, and lived in solitude and the sound of Indra's scriptures. He didn't have a chance to break through the shackles, because in addition to Indra's scriptures that were said to interfere with the play of the battle spirit, there was also the "Divine Buddha Incense" that simply blocked the cold ice soul qi, once this incense was inhaled, even if it was only one mouthful, it would instantly lose the sensing and control of the cold ice breath, which was obviously the most efficient, but also the least lethal soul scattering poison. The soul qi suppression effect of the "Divine Buddha Incense" can only last for a short half of an hour, that is to say, if the fragrance here is broken for half a moment, then the emperor can at least shatter the cage and rush to the end of the corridor.

But there has never been a broken incense here, never, even on the night of the riot a few months ago, when a king of the same status as him sacrificed his life and launched a forbidden spell to turn into a monster, in the end, he was not able to escape, but only let his Nalan Blood Demon escape from this hell on earth, and vowed to avenge him with blood and tears.

This emperor was very familiar with the footsteps of the Nalan Blood Demon, because this kind of footsteps would ring in the court hall for many years, in the imperial study, on all kinds of solemn occasions, and finally, in this extremely desolate and humiliating place, even when it should not have sounded.