It was the early spring, the sky suddenly drizzled, and the dense crowd in the squares, streets and alleys of the imperial capital of Qiongxiao raised oil-paper umbrellas, colorful, like flowers.

"Lord, don't get drenched in the rain."

Wang Cheng carefully opened the prepared umbrella, for fear that Xin Zhuo, a master of the Yuan Extreme Realm, would be drenched in a cold.

All the way forward, in front of you is the Nine Emperors Lane leading to the palace.

Xin Zhuo silently thought about the feasibility of the inheritance of the Saint King of the Great Ice Realm, and suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley, his expression cold.

"Lord, here you are!" Wang Cheng looked nervous, and he felt an unusual aura.

Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be aimed at us, let's take a look."

These breaths are very heavy and oppressive, and even through the rain curtain, you can feel a lock and kill intention, but the target is not here.

Time passed slowly, and after about ten breaths, a figure suddenly came from the end of the alley, wrapped in a drizzle, extremely far away, and found that although this person was very small, he was athletic, and this kind of vigor was like moving and shrinking, and ordinary Yuan Extreme Realm masters couldn't do it.

Look at its purpose, it is the two of Xin Zhuo here.

Xin Zhuo and Wang Cheng immediately dodged to the side, and when they got closer, they saw that the man was five short figures, with sharp-beaked monkey gills, a lot of fluff on his face, and an iron rod.

"Brother Monkey?"

Xindra almost blurted out.

The man was stunned for a moment, not understanding, but grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

However, at this moment, seven weapons fell from the sky, all of them were martial origin soldiers, full of indescribable origin power and true qi, cutting through the rain curtain, rippling, and slashing incomparably.

There was a neat "poo" sound in the air, piercing the eardrums.

The seven-bit Extreme Realm moves, and it is the true qi, origin and martial arts are restrained to the extreme, and they are killed in pieces.

This kind of means, although not so vast and full of brilliance, is not small at all.

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to grab Wang Cheng and dodge to fifty zhang away.

And the "monkey brother" turned around and roared angrily: "Rubbing the bait human race, I am the spirit clan Sun Kongkong, when my ancestor suppressed the master of the human emperor of the human race, you were still eating fart!"

As he spoke, he shattered a hard stone slab, jumped up, and the iron rod in his hand opened and closed, and the tiger was windy, rolling up pieces of five-element fire.

"Dangdangdang......"

The deafening explosion tore in all directions, and the surrounding buildings collapsed irrepressibly.

"Die!"

Those cracked rubble suddenly stopped in mid-air, and seven figures flashed around the four directions, it was Bai Liuyun, Murong Pi and others, as well as Feng Shuning and Tuoba Ling'er in the palace.

The seven people were supplemented by the divine body and bloodline vision, mainly based on the power of the origin, and martial arts as the means of attack, and quickly shot away, and the martial arts source soldiers in their hands slashed down hard, rolling up the mighty trend.

The entire alley was full of brilliance, and the mighty aura tore through the surrounding walls.

The spirit clan Sun Kongkong was not afraid, bared his teeth and grinned, his eyes glowed red, and the iron rod was raised high, and he smashed it hard, turning into seven paths.

"Dangdangdang......"

Bai Liuyun's seven people actually flew upside down on their backs, although they were not injured, they were shocked away, which shows the domineering and profound cultivation of this Sun Kongkong's power.

However, in the blink of an eye, the seven Bai Liuyun swept over again, rolling up even greater momentum and killing intent.

And in the distance, five or six other figures came speeding quickly.

In the corner, when Wang Cheng saw this, he couldn't help but tremble, and said in a low voice: "Lord, let's go, all the clans are spies, it's just a killing without any fancy, don't look at it anymore!"

Xin Zhuo thought about it and bowed his head silently.

The two made a detour and headed for the palace, where there were still violent fluctuations in the alleys behind them, and a large number of Praetorian Guards had been on alert, dispersing the people from watching.

Xin Zhuo knew in his heart at this moment that the martial artists of the Yuan Extreme Realm could still fight like this, hand-to-hand combat at close range, and the lethality was greater, since the double cultivation of close combat and "Law and Martial Arts", he had become accustomed to shooting at the enemy from a long distance.

Wang Cheng seemed to see his thoughts, and said with a smile: "The lord is curious why they are fighting like that?"

Xin Zhuo said, "That's true!"

Wang Chengdao: "The lord only cultivates sixty ...... The lord has not yet participated in the battle of Zhongyuan Tianque, and he does not know the strength of the masters of the ten thousand races, and the masters of the human race are fighting, and they fight with the flow of true qi, martial arts, and origin, dozens of zhang, hundreds of zhang, dozens of miles and even hundreds of miles away, and most of the ten thousand races are not only strong in flesh and have natural powers, but many can also ignore the true qi and martial arts, which is very difficult.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to kill at close range, but often one-on-one in the same realm cannot beat the masters of all races, so the most straightforward and decisive way for us to kill all races is to kill at close range. ”

"Taught!"

The front is the palace, walk through the Fenglin Gate, pass through the Peacock Pavilion and arrive at the Nine Dragon Palace, but Xin Zhuo, who is the "master of the harem", can go anywhere, and during this time, he was tortured by the power of the fusion of the origin, and he had a whim, what is going on with the side of the Empress Ji Yueyue.

Thinking of this, he looked at the big eunuch behind him who was like a fart: "Lead the way to Sheji Palace."

Wang Cheng was taken aback, and hurriedly saluted: "No, lord, the harem can't interfere in politics, not to mention that your wife is just His Majesty's sister, isn't she?"

The more he spoke, the quieter he became, he understood that the person in front of him had no room for sand in his eyes, and he had a special idea, which had been proven during this time, and he was the same as His Majesty's temperament, he was only afraid of killing people without blinking, and gritted his teeth and said: "Oh! But just check it out, don't be reckless. ”

Xindra had already walked forward.

"Sheji Palace" is located in the west of the Nine Dragons Palace 999 zhang, although not on the central axis, but in the middle of the palace, is the place where the Emperor of the Ninety-Five Dynasty deals with government affairs.

From a distance, it looks like a giant dragon hovering, lying prone on the earth, making people feel respect when they get closer, and the drizzle is dense at this time, as if it is about to rise into the air.

In the finely carved palace courtyard, at this moment, a large number of civil and military ministers and feudal officials who reported on their work were waiting in the rain to be summoned, chatting in three or three, and seeing that Xin Zhuo had arrived, they couldn't help but shut up, looking at their noses and noses, and setting up shelves one by one.

The courtiers' rejection of Xin Zhuo's heart has never changed.

Wang Cheng's face changed, and he reprimanded angrily: "In front of the lord, what kind of crime should you be guilty of being so ignorant of the rules?"

Only then did a large number of civil and military officers respectfully step forward to salute: "Wechen has seen His Royal Highness!"

Xin Zhuo turned a deaf ear, he just looked at the main hall, these days Ji Yingyue is getting more and more tired day by day, I am afraid that the government affairs are too busy, what is the point of this emperor doing it?

Just as he was about to enter the main hall, two figures walked out side by side, one was a young man in a five-clawed golden dragon robe, it was Ji Bixuan, and the other was a purple-clothed robe, with a long body and a jade body, it was Jiang Yugui.

"Brother Xin arrived, and I thought you had hibernate during this time." Ji Bixuan smiled, waved his hand to signal the ministers to be exempt, and looked Xin Zhuo up and down with burning eyes, as if he was looking for a scar? Whip marks?

I haven't found it for a long time, and I'm a little disappointed.

Only then did he point to Jiang Yugui beside him and said, "You don't need to introduce this one, right?" You know each other. ”

Jiang Yugui didn't speak, didn't even look at Xin Zhuo, he looked light, or there was undisguised disgust or contempt in his eyes.

"It's all younger brothers."

Xin Zhuo also didn't look at the two, passed by, and said casually.

"Uh......" Ji Bixuan was dumbfounded, then his face turned red, and he let out a long breath before he endured it.

Jiang Yugui's face changed, and he said in a secret voice: "The Ji family has never looked up to him like this, I don't know what kind of madness my sister has made, this time in the Ancient Saint King Well, if he is still alive, you and I will have no face!"

Ji Bixuan said: "What if he becomes holy? Can Jiang ignore a saint? ”

Jiang Yugui smiled: "Those ten gates, he only counts if he breaks through, not to mention that saints are not unusual!"

Throw your sleeves and leave!

Ji Bixuan was silent for a long time, shook his head and chuckled.

……

The main hall of Sheji Palace.

The incense of Halloween was burning all around, and the curtains were fluttering.

The four general-looking figures were bowing and standing solemnly.

On the tall dragon throne above, a red nine-dragon robe, the emperor Jin Hai, the cold and majestic empress, is sitting at the desk to approve the documents, and the tired color between the eyebrows is very obvious.

Behind him, the carefree princess and Tuoba Ling'er supported the Luo fan.

The hall was silent.

Until Xin Zhuo walked in, the footsteps were exceptionally loud.

The four generals turned their heads in surprise, their faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly saluted: "Your Highness!"

The empress also looked up, and a trace of doubt appeared on her delicate but daunting face, which turned to coldness, and reprimanded, "What are you doing here?"

Xin Zhuo didn't speak, flashed to the empress's side, picked her up, and said, "Rest today, the sky can't fall."

"Uh......" The four generals were slightly stunned, then their faces changed greatly, and they saluted again, "Weichen retires!" ”

Hurry away!

Wuwu and Tuoba Ling'er also bowed their heads and left from behind in a panic.

The empress's slender body was held by Xin Zhuo, her beautiful eyes were slightly cold, and she scolded again: "Bold! Let it go! ”

Xin Zhuo patted her buttocks heavily and said, "Don't make trouble, rest today!"

The empress's face was as red as a persimmon, and her sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, becoming more and more cold and charming, which made people inexplicably rise a strong sense of conquest, but she didn't seem to smile, bit her lower lip, and suddenly bit Xin Zhuo's nose, and then the distance was extremely close, exhaling like an orchid, with a hint of pleading: "Husband, please, don't break my law!"

(End of chapter)