Onifang Imperial Palace, Imperial Palace.

Originally, it was supposed to be the place where the Emperor of the Ghost Fang and the courtiers and princes of the Ghost Fang went to court, the most precious place in the territory of thousands of miles, and the pinnacle of a country's power, but at this moment, it was cold and full of death and sadness.

The Ghost Fang Kingdom, which has been founded for 600 years, will completely cease to exist.

Jiang Yong and a group of others each went to the vast palace to find their beloved things, and looting loot was one of the most enthusiastic hobbies of warriors.

And Xin Zhuo walked into the main hall alone, closed the door of the hall, and glanced around, and saw several ghost princes, queens, and concubines who were martyred not far away, and their bodies were hanging on the beams of the house, and they were "squeaking" and spinning.

He ignored it, walked step by step to the dragon steps of the main hall, stepped on the dragon carving dragon road, and arrived at the high dragon chair, looking at the dragon chair in a daze.

In this world, this chair is definitely the pinnacle of mortal rights, something that countless people dare not think of or dream of, but at the moment it is "prostrate" at their feet, like a plaything, commonplace.

He sat down and looked at the wide hall that had become low, and couldn't help but feel refreshed.

A simple chair, like a strange buff blessing, you sit on it, your mood is open, your mind is open-minded, and your ambition is coming, even if you really do the emperor, it's good.

"Hehehe......"

At this time, a teenage girl, with a disordered expression and strange behavior, walked out of the corner, wearing a phoenix robe made of brocade from the Great Zhou, and her messy hair bun was pinned to the gold half-step, but her facial features had all the characteristics of a beauty in the Western Regions.

Presumably a princess.

It's just that the princess of the Western Regions doesn't seem to be worth much now.

The girl stumbled under the dragon chair and looked up at him.

Xin Zhuo also looked at her.

"Are you the king of Western Qin?" The girl's chaotic eyes became a little clearer.

Xin Zhuo nodded: "I am!"

"You're sitting on my father's dragon chair!"

"I know, I'll sit and rest!"

"You want to be the emperor, I can see it!"

"You're wrong!"

"I'm not mistaken, your name is Jiang Yuqing, right?"

"Yes!"

"You think you won?"

"I did win!"

"You didn't! You have destroyed the Thirteen Kingdoms, and you have slaughtered more than a million soldiers and civilians! You've got blood on your hands! Your heart is dirty!

Even if you become the Great Emperor of the Western Regions and command an army of millions, everyone surrenders to you, you will not be happy, and your Jiang family will not survive forever, sooner or later, someone will kill you and kill all your descendants! Kill your lover and friends! ”

"That's a good point, don't say it next time! I won't kill you, go ahead! ”

"Hehe, your light is short-lived, as short as an epiphany, you are rejected by heaven and earth, you can't break through the earth immortals, you can never break through, your lifespan is about to run out, and everything you have will eventually be replaced by your wife! Everything you have will be gone from you! You'll soon be a wretched worm, and you'll be trapped in the dark, forever and ever! Jiang Yuqing, what you are facing is despair, eternal despair! ”

“？”

Xin Zhuo stood up violently, his expression changed slightly: "Who are you?"

The girl's statement was full of strange meanings, but there was definitely a judgment in it that made him palpate, and this was by no means something that an ordinary little princess of the Western Regions could say.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I will take off the shell of this life and live another life, and in the next life, I will enter the martial realm, three years and nineteen realms, and kill you in a dark predicament!"

As the girl spoke, a dazzling light suddenly flashed on her body, and she took out a knife covered with black sewage, poked it into her heart, smiled weirdly, and fell to the ground and died.

Xin Zhuo immediately stepped down from the dragon chair and pressed the girl's pulse, and in just two breaths, the girl was already dead thoroughly, as if she had been dead for a long, long time.

He was a little unconvinced, dragged up the girl's two legs, and beat left and right, which is also a kind of beating method of xxxx medical skills.

"Bang dang!"

At this time, the door of the palace was suddenly pushed open, and Song Laochu, who was supposed to manage the military and political affairs in Anxi and Gumo, hurriedly walked in, along with Jiang Yong, Cicada Yi and Qingge and others.

The group of people had strange faces and seemed to be a little nervous.

"The King of the County!" Song Laochu hugged his fists and said: "It's the minister's dereliction of duty, I'm afraid something big has happened."

Xin Zhuo stopped beating and said with a smile: "Old Song has arrived, what happened?"

Is there anything else big now?

Song Lao Chu's voice trembled slightly: "The prophet of the Buddha is in the ghost side, and the king of the county slaughters the city, it is likely to hurt the prophet of the Buddha!"

"Buddha Prophet?"

Xin Zhuo has nothing to do in the classics to see the introduction of the Buddha prophet, boasting very powerfully, it is said that it is the reincarnation of the Buddha and Bodhisattva of the ancient Buddha country, you can know 500 years in advance, 500 years later, you can save the people and water and fire in the world, you can calculate the fortune of the warrior.

"That's right!"

Song Lao Chu took a deep breath and said: "The Buddha and the prophets are all the reincarnations of the ancient Buddhist sages, the strangest group of people in the world, one person appears every hundred years, and my Confucianism can barely find out where this person is with the Confucian holy law!"

A few years ago, when the minister and Taixungong and Yusiliu visited Huang Taigai Dixian, they investigated together and found that this generation of Buddha prophets was in the ghost country, but they forgot to tell the county king for a while, and the minister asked for sin! ”

Xin Zhuo was surprised and said, "This Buddha prophet is really amazing?"

"The Buddha Prophet did not have martial realm cultivation, but his ability to foresee was magical."

Jiang Yong replied in a deep voice: "The last Buddha prophet foresaw the coup d'état in the first year of the Great Zhou Tianzhu, the battle of the Western Qin and Kun Void Demons and the major events of the Quartet."

Xin Zhuo glanced at the corpse of the girl in his hand: "Who could the Buddha Prophet be?"

Song Lao Chu said: "Anyone can be, the last Buddha prophet is said to be a down-and-out talent of the Great Zhou, and he has been granted by God for 12 years. This term is likely to be fourteen or fifteen years old, and it is difficult to say who it is! ”

Xin Zhuo hesitated and looked at the girl's corpse again, and suddenly felt a creep, this princess is a Buddha prophet?

So what she said is true or false? Is it a dying curse, or is it really the ability to predict the future?

I can't break through the Earth Immortals? At the end of life? Will you be trapped in the dark?

"The king of the county? The king of the county? Song Lao Chu and the others in the hall shouted softly.

Xin Zhuo came back to his senses, put down the girl who couldn't be saved, and waved his hand: "Very good, go look for it, find it and treat each other politely, I'll take a rest!"

The doors of the temple were shut again.

Xin Zhuo sat back in the dragon chair, frowned and thought for a moment, without a clue, wondering how credible the prophet's prophecy was.

Turning to all the complicated emotions behind, he had just calculated the time, and there were only five months left before the life span of the old lady Ji Jiuwei.

Yuan Chengfeng still has no news from those people.

Five months...... It's already tight.

Enter the Great Venerable, settle the matter of Western Qin, go over and have a look as soon as possible, and fulfill the responsibility of being a son of man.

glanced at the knife of the dog in his hand, and then summoned the Mochizuki Well.

Don't wait for Huang Taigai to cover, let's do it!

……

"Whew......"

The five figures ghostly landed in the corner of the Imperial City of the Ghost Fang Country.

The gray-haired Huang Taigai's trouser leg that had been rolled up suddenly put down, which meant that he was very angry, and looked at the earth immortals of the four major sects such as Ling Xuozi and Ju Baitou beside him, and said coldly: "The old man has eaten more salt than you have ever drunk!"

Ling Xuozi, who had the appearance of an eagle and a wolf, had a smile on his face: "That can only prove that you eat a lot of salt!"

(End of chapter)