Dozens of miles of the royal palace in the northern city of Huaiyang were in flames, thousands of troops were fighting, thick smoke was billowing between heaven and earth, and hundreds of people were displaced.

It's just one day, the originally prosperous and peaceful royal capital Beicheng is now full of miserable scenes, countless corpses piled up in the palace wall wilderness, and screams come and go.

In the camp tent on the outskirts of Beicheng, the gray-shirted monk in the robe stood on the edge of the chair in the middle of the camp with an expressionless face, without any intention of sitting down. In front of him knelt a stout martial artist in armor, with limited cultivation aura around him, at most only the consummation of the mortal realm.

This person's name is Zhou Yi, a son of the Huaiyang royal family, and the same generation as the current Huaiyang king.

Zhou Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled, brewed for a long time in his heart, and said: "Master Wuji, now that the king is critically ill, these 30,000 imperial forest troops must be summoned by his princess daughter Zhou Lan, the situation has developed to this point, we can only return clearly, otherwise it will be too late when the people sent by Zhou Lan find the Danxian Yehe and heal the King of Huaiyang!" ”

After Zhou Yi finished thinking about his words for a long time, he raised his head and looked at Wuxue's face.

Now he has taken the liberty of rebelling and disrupted the plan of Wuji to design and support him to ascend to the throne, although he Zhou Yi said that he didn't care, but he was still worried that Wuji would change his hexagram and not stand by him.

You must know that once you lose the protection of Juntian Temple, even if the rebellion is successful, you will seize the palace and sit on the high seat of the court, you will not be able to convince the public. The result of not being able to convince the public is that he will be pulled down from the throne by other royal families, so how can Zhou Yi be willing.

"Master Wuxue, although I am impulsive, I have no choice but to do it!"

After a moment's lack of response, Zhou Yi had to repeat the reason why he had set up the army in advance.

Wujie raised his hand, snorted lightly, and stopped: "The prince doesn't have to be like this, the world is impermanent, and since it has developed like this, it doesn't matter whether this army is before or after." ”

Hearing Wu Jue say this, Zhou Yi's hanging heart suddenly sank, and he got up and patted his knees, which were covered with dust because of his long kneeling, revealing a flattering smile.

Wujie nodded and said slowly: "The prince wants to ask the flying messenger sent by Her Royal Highness the princess to Aoba Mountain?" ”

Zhou Yi nodded repeatedly, he didn't dare to ask, but he happened to have no clue to say it himself, so he didn't hurry up and push the boat.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Wuci and the Arhats of the five karmic generations went to intercept it, Senior Ye is estimated to have sat down with my Buddha in the Western Elysium at this moment to discuss the Dan Dao."

A strange smile appeared on Wujie's face, and he walked towards the outside of the tent.

He said, "I am compassionate. ”

……

Huaiyang Palace, war-ridden.

In the West Pole Palace, Zhou Lan was guarding the bedside of King Huaiyang, and the dignified King Huaiyang, who was tormented by illness, was now like dry paper, leaning on the bedrail haggardly.

Outside the palace, there were waves of fighting, and the shouts of the people were terrible.

He glanced at the only few courtiers in the West Pole Palace, put his hand on Zhou Lan's sleeve weakly, and said weakly: "Lan'er, when my father sat on the throne of Huaiyang, he once asked the immortal to predict the next hundred years of Huaiyang. ”

"The immortal said that the heavenly machine is thirty, and he can only count the next thirty years of Huaiyang. For my father, I vaguely remember that the immortal calculated that the Huaiyang King in twenty years would be a sea of fire and hell. ”

Speaking of this, King Huaiyang's gaze moved to the few courtiers in the West Pole Hall and sighed.

He didn't tell Zhou Lan what happened next.

The immortal who was fortune-telling for Huaiyang Prefecture on the day of his accession to the throne was later sentenced by him to Ling Chi for confusing the ministers with his speech.

"Amitabha." King Huaiyang silently recited Zen words in his heart.

He asked him to execute the immortals, it was the supervisor of Juntian Temple, a monk without a knot.

Thinking about it, his Zhou Yi's current fate is still the result of the evil causes he planted.

"Your Majesty, this is a catastrophe!"

As soon as Huaiyang Wang Zhou Yi's words fell, Xia Quan, who was the only three old courtiers in the West Pole Hall who was not right with Li Jiji, raised his sleeves, knelt down with a shout, and began to cry.

"Such a catastrophe, if we go against the sky, it will only be the people of Huaiyang who will suffer!"

Xia Quan raised his head, and the other two old ministers naturally followed.

For a time, the few courtiers in the West Pole Hall cried or cried, like floods and beasts, one after another.

"Uhh

The scream was accompanied by a bloody light, and the sharp long sword passed through Xia Quan's body, and bright red blood sprinkled on the carpet of the West Pole Hall.

Zhou Lan held the hilt of the sword, his eyes solemn.

The blood of the ministers was sprinkled all over the palace of the king of Huaiyang, and the princess of Huaiyang let out a loud cry and drew the long sword inserted into Xia Quan's body, and the blood was also stained on the light yellow silk satin skirt.

"Under the whole world, it is not the king's land. On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister. Now the rebellion and chaos in Huaiyang, the cruelty of the people, the cowards, the death of the loyal minister Li Zhili, and the death of my father? ”

The solemn words spit out word by word from Zhou Lan's mouth, the most inconspicuous princess daughter of the King of Huaiyang, against the backdrop of the blood-stained robe, like an emperor who reigns over the world.

"I'm scared!" The crowd was terrified.

Zhou Lan looked outside the palace gate, and the sound of fighting in his ears slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, an abundant aura pushed open the door of the West Pole Hall, followed by a gray figure.

The pace of silence was fast, shuttling among the guards of the West Pole Temple.

When the ministers kneeling in front of the hall heard the movement, they all fell silent and curled up in a ball.

Only Zhou Lan, who was the daughter, raised his sword and shouted: "The King of Huaiyang is here!" Who will do it! ”

The words fell, and the sound of silence was heard.

"The death of the poor monk is seen by the King of Huaiyang, and by Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Annihilation? Master of Annihilation! Zhou Lan was slightly stunned.

The godless eyes of Zhou Yi, the king of Huaiyang, who was leaning on the railing of the hospital bed, also shone a little brightly when he heard the word silence.

This is the Zen master of the outer temple that he sent to Qinghe Prefecture to find out the cause of Shanzong's death, not a monk of Juntian Temple.

The silence appeared at this time, undoubtedly a lamp lit in the darkness, enough to illuminate a piece.

"Ahem, Mage of Silence."

Zhou Yi leaned over and looked at the silence in the hall where he bowed with his hands folded.

"Mage of Silence, you've finally come back to save the king!"

Silence raised his head and responded: "The marquis mutinied, the poor monk is too late to save the car, and my king forgives the sins." ”

"Not guilty...... Innocent! Silence Mage, this king, ahem! ”

A violent cough echoed in the West Pole Hall, and Zhou Yi closed his eyes and gasped rapidly.

For this King of Huaiyang, who has been tortured by illness to the point of dying, the only ones who are guilty can only be those rebellious ministers and thieves.

Silence put away his hands, glanced at the courtiers in the hall, and then looked at the courtier Xia Quan in the pool of blood, and then looked at the blood-dripping long sword in Princess Huaiyang's hand.

He turned around and was silent for a moment.

I only heard the sound of silence and silence outside the palace gate.

"Senior brother, the rebels have been blocked outside the palace by our magic array, what should we do next?"