Zhu Biao's face, the sky of mutation, or the ice sky!

With a flick of his left thumb, the wrench shot out!

The right wrist flipped, and the scepter swept away!

Zhu Yuanzhang is alone against the storm!

"Prince!"

"Your Majesty!"

The sudden change caught everyone off guard.

The good prince wants to kill his own father?

What kind of trouble is this suffocating operation?

Jiang Xuan didn't have time to think about it, and pulled out the embroidered spring knife in great fear.

But he was eight feet away, and the cannibalistic father and son were lightning fast, and it was too late......

"Dog! Die! ”

Zhu Biao was furious, shot mercilessly, and did his best.

Lao Zhu's behavior is even more confusing!

He forgot that Zhu Biao was no longer a standard.

He didn't dodge or dodge, and the sadness in his eyes flowed backwards.

Son kills his father?

It's still a standard child who has shared weal and sorrow and raised it for decades!

That's it......

"Bell!"

The wrench and scepter hammered Lao Zhu's chest at the same time.

However.

No blood splashes, only golden flashes!

Zhu Biao felt the tremendous force of the scepter's backlash, and hit the hard steel with his wrench.

You must know that these two contain the force of heaven and earth, and the lifelong cultivation of the thirteen Mengyuan national teachers!

It's not a problem to blow up the Heart Nourishing Hall normally!

But now, what's holding you back? And also fight back?

Zhu Biao's brain was still trying to crutch, and the scepter could no longer be grasped, so he was bounced out of his hand and flew high.

He himself was knocked out and fell to the ground.

Only then did I see Wang Huai standing beside Lao Zhu, with a smile on his face, holding the Lu Zhan sword, and the side of the sword was blocking Lao Zhu's chest.

Jiang Zhen really saw that the two divine weapons were blocked by the sword that was not out of the body.

Little Wang Dao Chang is not just going to the palace with a sword, but sitting with a sword and drinking with His Majesty.

His Majesty can be said to have completely trusted Xiao Wang Daoist to the point of entrusting his life to him......

After a while, Lao Zhu's gaze retracted from the forty-five degree sky.

"Wang Huai, you are right, he is not our standard."

Lao Zhu's eyes switched from sadness to coldness.

"Say! Who are you! Where's the standard!"

Facing the angry Lion King Lao Zhu, Zhu Biao turned to Wang Huai with a frosty face.

"What kind of demon magic did you use to restrict the cultivation of the scepter itself?"

Wang Huai casually pointed around, twelve pieces like Taishan stones dared to be stones, and the formation was arranged before he spoke.

"If you are the crown prince, of course you know, this formation is arranged according to Danjiang Lake - Nine Palaces and Eight Formations."

"Do you know why I didn't summon you in the Fengtian Temple, but in the Heart Cultivation Palace?"

Wang Huaiyan, Zhu Biao's eyes showed resentful coldness.

Lao Zhu's eyes were more cold than him.

"I ask you! Where's the mark? ”

Zhu Biao was silent for a while, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"Hehe, Biao'er? It's just a code name, don't ask, it's me who asks. ”

"Do it, kill me...... You invaded the capital, under the avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent, and my fate has been fixed. ”

"I can't kill you today, don't you kill Zhu Biao, and stay on the throne?"

Zhu Biao looked directly at Lao Zhu, and his fear turned into a chill.

The green tendons around Lao Zhu's neck burst out, and the three corpses jumped in anger.

Jiang Zhen and Xie Huan were still confused, and they couldn't figure out the situation.

Where is this ..... and where is this?

Why did the prince suddenly go berserk and kill the king?

If you want to say that you want to be on the throne, you can't do it, as long as you say it, the emperor is happy to be the emperor.

Moreover, the power that His Majesty gave to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is only different from two things.

One is the dragon chair, which is not very good to sit on two butts.

The second is a concubine, and it is impossible for one daughter to be two masters.

In addition to these two things that are not shared, is there any difference between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the emperor in other aspects?

Even if all the vassal kings rebelled, it was impossible for the crown prince to rebel.

And His Majesty just said, isn't this a standard?

This figure, even the breath on his body, is definitely the prince himself, and one fake pays ten!

What's going on?

If he is really the prince, how can he be a rebellious murderer?

As the boss of Jinyiwei, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but be curious.

"Little Wang Dao Chief, His Royal Highness the Prince, not His Royal Highness the Prince?"

"Yes, but it's not."

Wang Huai put the sword in his hand and smiled slightly.

"In other words, it's true that this body is His Highness, but the soul is another person's."

"A while ago, the crown prince was already at the end of the day, and I forced his soul to remain, but after all, it is not as stable as ordinary people."

"Such a body is easy to be unlucky and uninvited."

"Am I right? Bazangbo National Teacher! ”

When observing Ah Biao's qi, he recalled that in the deep well cave at the foot of Wudang Mountain, Zhu Fan shared the treasures of the national teacher of Bazangbu, and casually put the wrench on Ah Biao, and Wang Huai knew the ins and outs of the matter.

The golden body of Bazangpo is well preserved, and the secret method is imposed.

The soul does not disperse, and it is sealed with magic beads.

Zhu Fan put on Ah Biao's plate finger, hid in the soul of the national teacher with the wrench, and then possessed Ah Biao.

The Outer Celestial Citrine Meteorite is an extremely precious magic weapon, which has the function of absorbing souls and storing the Force.

And the number is very small, originally only in the pharaoh's jewelry.

Ah Biao's soul was unstable and was swapped and imprisoned in the wrench.

In his body, he was replaced by the national teacher of Bazangpo.

In other words, the result is similar to the seizure of a house.

Bazangbo?

Meng Yuan National Teacher?

Lao Zhu was slightly stunned.

He knew the name.

That was the last national teacher of Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuanguo started from the first generation of Phags-pa and went to the fourteenth generation of Pazangpo.

And he is the only national teacher who is not in the same vein as Paspa.

Compared with the Buddha of the Eight Sipa lineage, Pazangpo is close to the demon.

Death is not resting, hell is empty, the devil is in the world, harming people everywhere!

National teachers are like this, no wonder natural disasters and man-made disasters in the last years of the Mengyuan Dynasty, the world was in chaos.

Under the avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent.

What does it mean that the golden body of Bazangpo and the scepter of the national teacher were hidden in the retreat by Zhang Sanfeng?

He proclaimed himself the elder of the Great Yuan and refused to see the Ming monarch, does it have anything to do with the collection of gold bodies and scepters?

"Little Taoist, what can you do with me?"

Bazangpo's origin is a goof, Zhu Biao's expression was first surprised, he pushed a few steps, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and landed next to the scepter.

This kid broke his origin in one go, but at a young age, how much ability can he have?

Even if he can't break his formation, what can he do if he does one thing in the formation?

Never bow to the power of the big guys!

Then he smiled disdainfully and turned to Lao Zhu.

"Aren't you going to kill this seat? Why don't you start? Oh, by the way, I can't do it, I can't bear to be buried with the prince......"

"He is your lifeblood and the future ...... of the Ming Dynasty"

"But all causes will have results, and your retribution is mine!"

"This seat will help you make this ruthless heart, commit suicide and follow the first emperor!"

"Little Taoist, do you have the ability to stop it?"

"Zhu Yuanzhang, you haven't seen the country, but you can watch the white-haired people send the black-haired people!"

Zhu Biao said that in the back, his voice became deeper and darker, and there was still infinite hatred.

The next moment.

Zhu Biao picked up the staff and smashed it on his head......