The top of Dadong Mountain, the most majestic and dangerous place in the world, is bathed in the sun at this moment, but it seems to be plated with a layer of gold, exuding a peaceful atmosphere.

If there were no simple small temples outside the solemn and murderous sacrifices, it would probably be a good place to play.

In the gaze of these sacrifices, a slender and upright figure walked step by step from the end of the line of sight.

That funny and ridiculous top hat, looking at it at this time, is also a little unspeakably solemn.

Xu Chuan's gaze swept over these sacrifices indifferently, his expression did not fluctuate, and his pace naturally did not change in the slightest.

As the last barrier to the small temple at the top of the mountain, these sacrifices are naturally not weak.

There are two who have just entered the ninth grade, and the rest also have the eighth grade cultivation.

While!

The long bell rang out from the temple behind the priests, and the deafening bell became the horn of death.

At the moment when the bell rang, Xu Chuan had already crossed the last stone step and came to the many temple priests.

In an instant, the sword light resurfaced in this heaven and earth, and the sword intent that was unbearable suddenly erupted, stabbing out an incomparably brilliant sword.

It's hard to describe what kind of beauty this is, and it's hard to describe what a terrible murder it contains.

However, in a moment, Xu Chuan's figure had already crossed the bodies of more than a dozen priests, and the sword was withdrawn into the sheath at some point.

It's not that the dozen or so priests don't want to stop it, it's that they can't stop it.

Because his neck has been cut, death has quietly descended unconsciously.

Bang bang bang!

One body after another fell to the ground, and there was no more sound.

He looked at the quaint small temple in front of him, and he was also vaguely touched, as if there was really some kind of indescribable strangeness, which made people involuntarily calm down.

Temple, something interesting.

He commented vigorously, and the next moment, he stepped into the door of this small temple very casually.

Looking at the solemn man in front of him, Xu Chuan said calmly: "Your Majesty, if you don't come here for three years?" ”

Emperor Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Chuan carefully, and after a while, he said with a little coldness in his tone: "Sure enough, it was a group of waste, and it was in vain for you to come here unscathed." ”

Xu Chuan suddenly laughed and said, "Can I ask Your Majesty if the old eunuch at the bottom of the mountain has a name?" ”

Emperor Qing looked at him vigorously and said nothing, but Hong Sizhen, who was quiet beside him, opened his mouth and said, "His name is Hong Sanshu, my brother." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Xu Chuan's eyes, and he smiled: "Three schools, four Zhen, interesting, the whole family came to be eunuchs, and I don't know if your ancestors and ancestors will jump out of the coffin angrily if they know about it." ”

At this time, a sound like thunder and a bell came from outside the temple.

"A slave who forgets his ancestors, can he know what is the grace of birth and nurturing, and the responsibility of passing on the ancestry?"

Except for Xu Chuan, everyone in the temple looked over.

Under everyone's gaze, a short figure, carrying a sword, exuded a domineering and fierce aura around his body, walked in step by step.

Hong Sizhen took a step forward, blocked in front of Emperor Qing, and straightened up for the first time.

A simple, no longer ordinary action, but it made him seem to change into a person, and an extremely vast and terrifying aura erupted from his body little by little, from low to high, climbing layer by layer.

Until he was filled with unimaginable true qi, his whole person almost turned into an inoffensive god, majestic and unstoppable.

He looked at the diminutive figure with satisfaction in his eyes and an unusual heat.

I saw him say in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty's grace is greater than everything, why should you wait for your beak, and even the entire Qingguo and even the world, have been bearing Your Majesty's favor, you don't want to repay the favor, but you want to kill such ancient emperors, it is really for selfish interests and no kindness, and they are all disloyal and unfilial." ”

Xu Chuan sneered and said, "The world's Mingjun? Qingguo today is nothing more than taking advantage of Ye Qingmei, which of his so-called reforms is not from Ye Qingmei's hands? As a result, Ye Qingmei, who was pregnant with his child, was not killed by him in the Taiping Courtyard? How can such a ruthless and unrighteous cold-blooded person be gracious? ”

When the words fell, in the shadows, even if Chen Pingping already knew about it, her mood was still fluctuating and it was difficult to calm down.

And Emperor Qing's expression also changed slightly, and his eyes looking at Xu Chuan were full of murderous intent.

This is his reverse scale, and no one should mention it, let alone know about it.

Soon, though, he calmed down.

He said vigorously: "Full of nonsense, if it is really as you said, how can the fifth child come to help me?" ”

As the words fell, in the depths of the small temple, a blind man with black cloth over his eyes walked out.

His expression was calm and indifferent, and he walked quietly in front of Emperor Qing, and then he didn't say a word, but raised the iron hammer in his hand and aimed it at Xu Chuan, as if he was making his position clear.

"Old Five!"

"Old Five!"

Ye Liuyun and Si Gu Jian couldn't help but call out when they saw him.

Ye Liuyun's expression was a little strange, he felt that there seemed to be something different from the fifth child at the moment, but he didn't know what had changed.

Sigu Jian stared at Emperor Qing with murderous eyes, and said, "Shameless man, do you think that if you collude with the temple to control Wuzhu, you will be able to wash away your sins?" ”

Emperor Qing's expression was completely cold, and he completely lost the nature of speaking.

He stared at Xu Chuan and Si Gu Jian coldly, and said, "You two, I have three great masters here, it seems that you are destined to die here!" ”

"Who said there were only two?"

In an instant, another figure floated in the skylight.

He wears a hat, wears simple linen clothes, and is barefoot, like an old farmer in the Buddha, but he gives people a very simple and leisurely feeling.

"I've seen the Speaker, I've seen Your Majesty."

He greeted Xu Chuan and Emperor Qing successively.

Xu Chuan and Emperor Qing also bowed down and returned the salute.

Grand Master, when any of them salute.

Emperor Qing's expression finally changed a little, he looked at Kuhe and said, "The national teacher actually meddles in the mundane affairs of this world, which really surprises me!" ”

Kuhe said suddenly: "They are all in this world, who is not good, not to mention, my majesty came to the door in person, I naturally can't refute her face." ”

Xu Chuan's eyes moved, and he couldn't help but think of Zhan Doudou's face that day, and his heart instantly became much hotter.

Emperor Qing sighed and said, "It seems that a war is inevitable today after all, but the national teacher really wants to help them kill me?" If I die, the world will be in chaos, and there will be countless people to bury me, will the national teacher still be like this? ”

Kuhe smiled slightly and said, "If Your Majesty is dead, with Speaker Xu's ability, how can the world be in chaos?" Except for Your Majesty, who would dare to risk being provoked into a big war by a famous killing god? ”

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