Gonggong Mo, who did not have a phantioration, was not Chu Qianqiu's opponent at all, especially when he was overconsumed, he was easily captured by Chu Qianqiu.

"Gonggong Mo, the mausoleum of His Majesty Gaozong is here."

"You don't want him to be crushed."

"Let's open the teleportation formation again."

Chu Qianqiu said with a smile, in this imperial mausoleum, no one can hear the shouting that breaks the throat.

There are no guards or servants in the imperial tomb, except for characters like Gonggong Mo who come to clean up regularly, there are no extra manpower, for fear that someone will disturb the emperor's soul.

"Ahem, we can't do it."

"There's no more aura."

Gonggong Mo's face turned pale, he was sealed by Chu Qianqiu with the Great Bright Hand Seal, and now he was completely unable to enter the illusory state, plus he was pierced by the Unified Divine Sword, it was difficult to maintain his proper state.

"I've got the ichor, and the dew."

"Let's open the formation."

"I've seen it all."

Chu Qianqiu took out a bucket of heavenly dew, which set off a huge wave in Gonggong Mo's heart.

Could it be that the Supreme Academy sent this person?

Are they going to take back Hetu?

"Don't think too much about it, it has nothing to do with the Supreme Kindness Academy." Chu Qianqiu smiled and said, which made Grandpa Mo even more frightened.

This unknown fear scared him more than the physical pain.

"By the way, look up, I have one more question for my father-in-law."

Ask me?

Gonggong Mo stared at the other party vigilantly, thinking about how to commit suicide, but he was thinking about transmitting the information, but he was pitiful that he was sealed by the Great Light Handseal, and he couldn't use his mental power to scan for the time being.

"Is the Thirteenth Prince still alive?"

What did you say?

Gonggong Mo was slightly stunned, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he immediately replied:

"Of course Your Majesty is still alive."

It's good, you're thinking about how to cope.

So the last time he said he was dead, he must have tried to lie to me.

This time, he said that he was alive and wanted to lie to me.

Both are like lies.

Then there is only one possibility.

The situation of the Thirteen Princes is very likely to be related to an important secret, which makes Grandpa Mo subconsciously lie.

Grandpa Mo has lived for three hundred years, and he is absolutely not afraid of death.

Like a perfect robot, he obeys the royal family's orders and does all the dirty work for them.

If there's one thing that causes him to have mood swings, it's no small deal.

"Good, I see."

Chu Qianqiu smiled and didn't say anything more, which made Grandpa Mo feel a huge pressure.

What did he know?

"Turn on the teleportation array."

Gonggong Mo sighed, but he didn't mean to resist the other party.

He is not afraid of death, but he will survive and report information to His Majesty.

Such a guy will be His Majesty's greatest threat.

"The faucet is turned on in the wrong order."

"Grandpa Mo should be a good person, can I be bullied?"

Chu Qianqiu released his divine thoughts, held up the coffin on one side, and flew into the air with Grandpa Mo on the other side, asking him to light up the dragon's head.

Grandpa Mo did not resist, but only changed one of the orders.

Then Chu Qianqiu squatted just now, watched the whole process, how could he let the other party deceive.

"Ahem, it's our family's mistake, so let's change it back." Father-in-law Mo was seriously injured and restrained, but now he can still move, which is already the result of cultivating to the sky.

The steps of the portal began again, and Grandpa Mo seemed to become honest, and commanded:

"Chu Zhongwu, this portal lasts for a maximum of half a quarter of an hour, and only two people are allowed to pass through at most."

This portal is really not an ordinary crotch pull.

Chu Qianqiu found that some techniques against the sky seemed to have strong limitations, although it could not be ruled out that Grandpa Mo was lying, but it should also be handled with caution.

"That's good, you can go in with him." Chu Qianqiu said with a smile, and revealed his [Black Emperor] martial appearance.

The image of the Black Emperor greatly suppressed Gonggong Mo.

Because this is the martial arts that the royal family can condense and condense.

Whether it is the ritual of sacrifice or the inheritance of exercises, they are completely monopolized in the hands of the royal family, not to mention that since Renzong, the cultivation of the Black Emperor has been cut off, and it has been occupied by Renzong alone, and future generations are not allowed to cultivate.

Under such circumstances, Chu Qianqiu could still reproduce the martial arts of a hundred years ago, how could he not shock Gonggong Mo.

"Don't you understand?"

"I'm from the Taizu lineage." Chu Qianqiu was not afraid that Father-in-law Mo would see through it, and directly spoke loudly.

"If the descendants of later generations are unfilial and abuse the people, they will follow the example of the sages and replace the throne."

"Impossible!" Gonggong Mo denied it sharply, Emperor Taizu didn't know how much effort he had spent in order to make the Xiao family permanent, how could he leave a legacy and do such a thing.

"Believe it or not, father-in-law, please."

Of course, Chu Qianqiu didn't expect Gonggong Mo to believe such a lie, he just confused the other party's mind, so that he was shocked and didn't have time to think about the conspiracy.

The so-called sword goes off the rails, which greatly reduces the enemy's ability to think.

In a panic, Gonggong Mo was taken to the teleportation array by the Black Emperor.

Chu Qianqiu waited outside to prevent accidents.

From the point of view of exploration, a black emperor's martial minister, he can afford to lose.

"I hope that after the martial arts are teleported, they can still be controlled."

Nine Dragon Mountain, the center of the earth

A small part of Chu Qianqiu's divine soul was injected into the Black Emperor's body, and with the transmission of the formation, he arrived at a wonderful place.

There's no light here, it's a completely dark world.

"I am compassionate."

"Grandpa Mo, why did you go and return?"

"And a new friend."

The old monk's voice came to his ears, and the surrounding lights were lit up along with the sound.

Only then did Chu Qianqiu use the Black Emperor to see the true face of the old monk clearly.

Coincidentally, this old monk is still an acquaintance.

Chu Qianqiu knew him, and he once appeared in the memories of Zhang Zong and Renzong, and he was the successor of Dao Zhen - Dao Yan!

"Heavenly Machine Pavilion Master?" The Black Emperor asked in a puzzled tone, using it to verify the other party's thoughts.

"No, you're just a doppelganger."

"What exactly does the Heavenly Machine Pavilion want?"

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, isn't the donor also a clone of the martial arts?" Dao Yan, the old monk, smiled, there seemed to be no trace of his hands, and he did not deny Chu Qianqiu's speculation.

Father-in-law Mo eagerly gave the other party a color and used a secret technique to transmit the sound, but he didn't seem to be moved, and even offered a cup of fragrant tea and said lightly.

"Even the donors have come here, it seems that His Majesty Xuanzong's plan is about to fail."

[Master, inform Your Majesty quickly. 】

[This person knows the secrets of countless imperial palaces, which are related to Taizu and the Supreme Perfection Academy. 】

[Must take the ...... as soon as possible]

Before Gonggong Mo's words were spoken, suddenly there was light in the depths of his heart, and the old monk Daoyan stretched out a finger and pointed over.

Chu Qianqiu's Black Emperor directly condensed his battle armor and prepared to meet the enemy.

The Great Light Finger - Back to the Light!

"Grandpa Mo, it's time for you to rest."

Father-in-law Mo seemed to show a peaceful and happy expression, and died of anger.

What the hell is going on?

Chu Qianqiu was taken aback, this old monk would also praise the scriptures, and his cultivation was no worse than his own.

I saw the old monk smiling kindly.

"Donor, don't you come in and talk about it in detail?"