At the beginning of the shower, the remnants of the Dao method fell and dissipated into the air.

Xiahou Chun's flat voice fell, and the aftermath lingered.

The streets and lanes are as silent as death.

The light in Tianxin's hand flickered, and the vibrato of 'Tianxin Order' lingered in his ears, and the momentum became more and more powerful.

Murong Yan pursed his lips and said nothing, the covered man raised his eyes, and the 'blood plum' in his hand was unsheathed for half a minute.

Shen Guangyin squinted, secretly wondering whether he should fight or go.

The raging Dao Law Flying Sword cut through the flying snow and frost, and also froze the spring and vitality.

There was only a gloomy and dead silence.

The winter finch that quietly drilled out of the warm nest subconsciously glanced at the two of them, and seemed to sense an unusual solemn atmosphere.

After the hereditary new Jin King Xiahou Rong glanced at him deeply, he shook off his brocade robe and turned to leave.

As for Tianxin and the others, who were like the great enemy, he turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye.

Xiahou Chun hung the curtain and exhaled softly.

The body shook, poofed, and fell to the snow.

There was a gurgling sound, and he looked down at his abdomen.

A gap the size of a foot appeared, and scarlet blood flowed out like runoff.

The lower half of his body was stained with his breath.

The white snow was stained with red frost, and the green blade was upside down, and the blood beads on the blood-red sword dripped and fell silently into the snowdrift.

Murong Yan's eyes relaxed on the street outside Baizhang, and his body flickered, and he swept to Xiahou Chun's side.

Tianxin and the others appeared one after another, all looking at the tall back that gradually disappeared into the mansion gate.

Shen Guangyin's eyes flashed, secretly thinking that it was worthy of the existence of refining infants, if what he expected was good, the other party only used one percent of his strength, otherwise the prince would definitely die.

"Come in."

A flat voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Xiahou Chun babbled for blood, sat cross-legged, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

Murong Yan hurriedly applied medicine to heal his injuries, Xiahou Chun smiled far-fetched, and said astringently: "Late stage of infant refining." ”

Tianxin, who was on guard, glanced at him and said with a pout: "Then you still dare to touch the tiger's whiskers!" ”

Shen Guangyin glanced at the palace guards and cultivators who were constantly coming, he looked hesitant and shouted, "Your Highness? ”

Xiahou Chun's pale face improved slightly, and he said slowly: "Follow me into the mansion." ”

Tianxin squinted, "Are you really not afraid of death?" ”

Xiahou Chun smiled, patted the snow on his buttocks, put away Nan Ke's sword and the mountain gradually greened, stared at the hideous stone lion in front of the mansion in front of him, and said softly: "If he really wants to take my life, I'm afraid that before we enter the city, our heads will be cut off." ”

Murong Yan and the others were silent.

He trimmed his clothes slightly, patted his brocade robe, and surrounded by the guards of the King of Jin, Xiahou Chun, Murong Yan and others officially stepped into the palace of the King of Jin.

However, after jumping over the relief shadow wall, a young man in a brocade robe came into view.

Suave, handsome and mellow.

He smiled and clenched his fists, "The lowly Xiahou Mo has seen His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

Xiahou Mo, the sixth son of Xiahou Rong, a member of the Shumai clan, became famous at a young age, and his talent was outstanding, and he was accepted as the true biography of the contemporary head of Xichuan Qingyang Palace.

According to the contract between Taizu and the three generations of Xuanzong, if the disciples of the Xiahou clan have the talent of cultivation, they can choose to worship together, so it is not surprising that there are Xuanmen cultivators.

But what is really interesting is the identity of the heir of the King of Jin.

It was only ranked sixth, but it was designated as the prince of Jinju Palace.

And it's also a concubine.

The strangeness is self-evident.

Seeing that it was this ruthless man, Xiahou Chun's heart suddenly burst out, and his eyelids couldn't help jumping.

In his memory, among the sons of the Xiahou clan, this can be said to be the most incisive interpretation of 'ruthlessness'.

The reason why this person can be established as a 'little prince' is naturally not because of Xiahou Rong's favor, but because of one word - kill.

Others don't know, Xiahou Chun is very clear, this ruthless man in order to compete for the next 'hereditary replacement' qualifications, when the old prince Xiahou Xu and Xiahou Rong were hunting, he personally slaughtered his five brothers.

Including more than a dozen nephews, they were all killed by him.

In the end, he twisted twenty hideous heads, walked to the old prince Xiahou Xu, and said: Now I am the only one left in the Jin Palace, you can either kill me now and let our family die, or make me the heir, you choose one.

I heard that the old prince Xiahou Xu had convulsions on the spot.

Xiahou Rong went directly into the devil and smoked Xiahou Mo a full two hundred iron whips.

And that year, he was only fifteen.

Such a shocking bloody case naturally shook the Dajing Town Demon Prison, but in the end, Emperor Jing suppressed it, although he severely reprimanded Xiahou Xu and Xiahou Rong for having no way to teach his son, and ordered him to be severely punished, but the love for Xiahou Mo was naturally difficult to hide.

As for Xiahou Mo, the result was exile for 3,000 miles.

went to Qingyang Palace to cultivate immortals.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the reason why this master did not die is that in addition to the helplessness of Xiahou Rong's father and son, there is also a trace of protection from Emperor Jing.

Because, Xiahou Mo was good friends with Xiahou Chun.

In other words, the predecessor Xiahou Chun is Xiahou Mo's only friend.

After all, stupid prince, who doesn't like it.

But it is undeniable that this friendship is still there.

"Brother Chun, don't come unharmed."

A gentle word pulled Xiahou Chun back to reality.

He looked at Xiahou Mo, who was smiling gently, and also showed a bright smile on his face, "Brother Wang, don't come unharmed." ”

Xiahou Mo smiled and stretched out his hand to invite, "The old man is waiting in the inner hall, let's go." ”

Xiahou Chun sighed lightly and stood side by side with Xiahou Chun.

Tianxin and the others lagged behind dozens of steps, Tianxin's eyes sighed, and he said in a low voice: "Gentle and elegant, elegant manners, good conversation, this prince of the King of Jin is not a descendant of Confucianism and Taoism?" ”

Murong Yan glanced at her with slanted eyes, as if he was stupid and sweet.

Tianxin frowned slightly, as if he was displeased, "What, could it be that I said something wrong?" ”

The overlay hesitated, gathered his voice into a line, and slightly mentioned the 'achievements' of His Royal Highness the Prince in the past, and Tianxin's eyelids jumped when he heard it.

The thin lips pursed and pursed, opened and opened, and I couldn't speak for a long time.

At this moment, the warm sun is shining, shining warmly.

But she was cold and almost suffocated.

At this time, the conversation between the two brothers of Xiahou Chun gradually came.

"Sister Jing lost?"

Xiahou Chun paused, lowered his head and said, "It's me who is responsible for her." ”

Xiahou Mo waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I have sent the Blood God Guard south." ”

At this time, a guard approached and presented a jade plate.

There seemed to be a foreign object on the plate, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Xiahou Mo smiled and pointed to the jade plate, "I heard that you were attacked and killed by a mayfly, so I sent someone to cut off the arm of a mayfly ghost king in my Jinzhou jurisdiction, which is a brother's heart." ”

The guard lifted the red cloth, revealing half of his arm.

Suddenly, the fishy smell enters the nose and rushes people's lungs.

The hall fell into complete silence.

Mayflies are a killer organization that crisscrosses countries, and they have always been looking for trouble with others, and when they have been troubled.

But here in this Jinju prince, the halberd has sunk in the sand several times.

And the title of 'ghost king' represents the existence of refining babies.

Cutting off the arm of a refining infant existence was so lightly said.

Even Xiahou Chun was completely speechless.

Tianxin and Murong Yan behind the two of them stood directly on the spot, cold all over.

looked at the prince of the palace with a warm smile on his face, like a devil.

Xiahou Mo didn't care, patted Xiahou Chun on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The people of my Xiahou clan, except for ourselves, no one is qualified to kill." ”

Looking at the half of the arm, Xiahou Chun secretly exhaled a turbid breath, turned his head and said, "This gift is too heavy." ”

Xiahou Mo smiled, stood with his sleeves crossed, raised his gaze, and changed the topic, "What are you going to do with that old witch Taikang?" ”

After being silent for a while, Xiahou Chun shook his head and said, "It's not time yet." ”

Xiahou Mo frowned slightly, turned his head to look at him, and said seriously: "If you can't afford this family business, you can hand it over to me, but if you let me know that you gave it to outsiders, I will go crazy." ”

The corners of Xiahou Chun's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly: "I can't start an army now, right?" ”

"Just these crooked melons and cracked dates in my hands, I'm afraid they will be killed before they reach Taikang."

Xiahou Mo laughed loudly.

With a smile, he waved his hand.

There was a burst of shadows around, and there seemed to be more than ten strong qi machines emerging one after another.

He was full of arrogance, "Brother Chun, what do you need, just open your mouth, brother and I don't have any other skills, and the ability of the loser is still barely enough." ”

He pointed around, "Well, there are twenty people here who are half-step refining infants, and they can all be lent to you, and even I can invite two or three of them to the real person refining baby." ”

Xiahou Chun's heart sank, and he squinted slightly.

Xiahou Mo turned his head to look at him again, and said with a smile: "There are still 100,000 armor soldiers outside the city, all of them are warriors of a hundred battles, I don't know if it is enough?" ”

The cold and arrogant ruthless fairy Tianxin breathed a sigh, and Murong Yan, the orphan of Nanchu, lowered his eyes and was silent.

And Shen Guangyin, who has always been quiet and arrogant, trembled even more, lest he be targeted by that prince.

As for the 'blood plum' held in the hands of the covering man, it was dull and cold.

Power.

For the first time, they grasped the true meaning of the word.

Even the existence of the high-flying refining baby has become stinky meat on the plate.

What else threatens 'power'?

Perhaps, only the legendary Dao realm power can ignore this heavy threat.

They all looked at the slightly younger figure.

The prince of a vassal is still like this, so what about His Royal Highness the crown prince of the Great Yasukuni?

Also, in the face of this 'power' at his fingertips, will he make such a choice?

Looking at the half-amputated arm in the plate, Xiahou Chun was silent.

The courtyard is deep, I don't know how deep it is.

Dead leaves fall and fall on the thick frost and snow.

But it was silent.

After a long time, Xiahou Chun raised his head and stared at Xiahou Mo, and his tone was gentle:

"Brother Wang, is it that if I don't agree, I won't be able to get out of here?"