Mo Hao was wearing a underwear woven of gold silk, sitting on a soft couch, reviewing the folds that had not been processed during the day. Suddenly, I felt the light in the room go dark. I don't know when a gust of wind blew out the candles in the room.

In fact, after the rise of interstellar trade, they could also buy a lot of electrical equipment in their Desert Dynasty.

With a huge palace, it is not difficult to achieve electrification. It's just that Mo Hao is influenced by traditional thinking and is unwilling to change anything, and it is still an ancient decoration.

Seeing that the pull was suddenly extinguished, Mo Hao directly pressed the spirit soldier placed on several cases. He took it in his hand, drew his blade, and looked around vigilantly.

Although it was pitch black all around, with his cultivation, he could completely hear and distinguish the position. However, what made him depressed was that there was all the sound around him, that is, the voice of no one.

The whimpering wind of the summer night, and the chirping of insects that sing from time to time.

After sitting quietly for a long time, without noticing the slightest abnormality, Mo Haofu placed the sharp blade on several cases again. However, just as he put away the sharp blade, he saw a sword light of white Shengxue slashing through his neck......

Ding-ding two crunch sounds......

The snow-white sword light shattered into countless snowflakes, and another sword shot out of nowhere was also broken into several pieces.

At the same time, there were two more people in the huge imperial study.

One was a young man dressed in white like snow, and the other was an old man in a long robe with a gray beard.

At this time, the old man's face was ugly, as white as paper, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a hint of red. And the young man, one hand trembled uncontrollably, and the tips of Xiuya's fingers were dripping with drops of blood.

Obviously, the electric flint move just now caused both of them to suffer a lot of injuries.

The robed old man looked at the young man for a few seconds. couldn't help but admire: "Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe that someone could hurt a strong person in the Holy Realm in the realm of an emperor-level martial artist." Although the old decay is only the entry level in the Holy Realm, the Saint Yuan Realm. But it almost fell into your hands!"

This person was none other than Jian Ao, who should have been lying in the room arranged by Gu Xinghe.

Jian Ao couldn't help but laugh at himself when he heard this, and said, "I was careless, I really didn't expect that a Saint Realm powerhouse like you would act as a thug of secular imperial power!"

Emperor Mo Hao suddenly interjected: "Hugh is talking nonsense, Senior Lu Drunken Weng is not my thug. It is the worship of the Great Desert Dynasty, and even I also perform a disciple salute to the drunkard's predecessors!"

Lu Drunken waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay, even if it's according to the little brother's words, can't my old man be someone else's thug?"

Jian Ao said unconvinced: "Of course, the sage is beyond the mundane and has mastered the mysteries of the laws of the world, how can he succumb to the power of the world!"

Lu Drunken shook his head and said, "This is wrong. And it's a big mistake!"

"It is true that the Sage is otherworldly, but that is only more than the ordinary person knows. The power in your hands is stronger. However, if you want to grasp the mysteries of the laws of the world, it is still far from it...... As everyone knows, the Holy Realm is just the beginning of true cultivation!"

"As for what you call subservience and worldly power...... This has to start with the origin of the powerhouse of the Holy Realm!"

"It doesn't matter if it's divinely or holy. They're all from ordinary people, right? However, at the end of your life, it doesn't matter if you are a god or a holy. It's not that the stripes come and go...... Nothing to take with you...... There's no escaping anything!"

"At this time, you still have a large family to live...... I've had a good life in my life, but I have to think about it for my descendants...... Take advantage of the fact that you still have a few years to live, and lay a rich foundation for your children and grandchildren!"

"Child, you are still too young to understand the hardships of our elderly!"

Jian Ao was dumbfounded, it was not the first time he had seen a Saint Realm powerhouse. However, it was the first time he had met such a realistic Saint Realm powerhouse......

Mo Hao heard Lu Drunken Weng say this, and hurriedly promised: "Drunkard seniors, rest assured, as long as this desert dynasty exists, no matter whether I am here or not, your descendants will be hereditary and repetitive founding princes, and they will enjoy glory forever!"

Lu Drunken Weng didn't reply, and there was not much gratitude in his tone: "Then thank you!"

After speaking, Lu Zuineng said to Jian Ao again: "This little friend, if you can, sell your old and decayed face, don't stir up trouble in this capital, and don't hurt the king of my Desert Dynasty...... Don't you hear? My unsuccessful descendants still have to rely on this man to eat and die!"

Jian Ao sneered disdainfully: "Hmph, it's not my turn to interfere in my affairs yet." What I want to do, no one can stop me!"

As he spoke, the white light on Jian Ao's waist flashed, and a thin blade with cold light appeared in his hand.

This time, he was a little more attentive than just now, shook a sword flower, and stabbed at Lu Zuiweng's throat.

Lu Drunken Weng is also the end of the crossbow, and he originally expected to scare the other party away with a few words, but he thought that the other party was so arrogant. Instead of retreating, they attacked again.

At this time, Lu Drunken Weng was in a hurry...... With a wave of the robe sleeves, the power of space filled the robe sleeves, and he threw it hard in the direction of Jian Ao.

Under normal circumstances, deal with an ordinary emperor-level martial artist. With this sleeve, he can knock the other party into the spatial crack and completely disappear into the real world!

However, the opponent he met this time was Jian Ao. A master with countless secrets and a talent for combat skills far beyond ordinary people.

Jian Ao just stabbed straight through, as if he hadn't seen the spatial power thrown by Lu Drunken Weng at all. Strange to say, that ordinary spirit soldier, when it came into contact with the power of space, made a hissing sound as if it had picked up a cut of silk.

Immediately, Lu Drunken Weng found that Jian Ao's sword had pierced into his throat.

Under normal circumstances, even if he was stabbed in the throat, Lu Drunken would be fine. For the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, flesh and blood are derived and ever-changing. With this kind of magical ability, as long as someone doesn't burn all the flesh and blood in their body at once, they can completely evolve their entire body with a little flesh and blood.

Of course, there will be a period of weakness afterwards......

However, when Jian Ao's sword stabbed over, the drunkard only felt that his soul and essence blood seemed to be swallowed into the mouth of a monster, and he couldn't control it at all......

I can only watch my life come to an end......

"Ahhh......hh

Lu drunken Weng let out a howl of daring, but it was to no avail.

After solving Lu Drunkard, he saw a disdainful smile and said, "Hmph, I thought I had a lot of ability, but I was just an empty shell!"

For Lu Drunkard's strength, Emperor Mo Hao knows best. The other party was indeed at the time when the oil ran out, but after all, it was an old Saint Realm powerhouse. No matter how bad it is, it's much more powerful than an emperor-level martial artist!

However, such a Saint Realm powerhouse died under a mediocre move.

Now, the ordinary long sword is pointed at him, and he may stab at any moment.

"What do you want, as long as I have it in the Desert Dynasty, I can give it to you!"

"Since you are a killer, helping people assassinate them is nothing more than seeking wealth and lust...... I can give you all of this!"

Jian Ao sneered: "I killed more than a dozen of your ministers, these ministers can be called the ministers of your Great Desert Dynasty?

Mo Hao did not answer, but continued to persuade: "I can give you a golden million, I just ask you to stop!"

Jian Ao shook his head and said, "I just want your head...... Although I have no grievances with you personally, if there is a man who tells me so, I must do it!"

Mo Hao's eyes rolled, and he couldn't help asking, "The person you are talking about can't be Gu Xinghe, right?"

Mastering such a large empire, if he can't keep the news smooth, Mo Hao can't control the affairs of the empire even if he is tired.

As soon as Jian Ao entered the palace, he got a tip from his subordinates. In addition, Gu Xinghe has never deliberately covered up the existence of sword pride.

Therefore, Mo Hao had long known that Jian Ao had entered the palace. It's just that I didn't expect that the other party would do it to himself, and the speed was so fast!

Hearing Mo Hao's question, Jian Ao's expression was slightly stunned, and he shook his head bitterly: "No...... I was definitely not sent by Gu Xinghe...... However, I do have a problem with him. It's a pity that we can't be friends again in this life!"

After speaking, Jian Ao's long sword stood up and stabbed straight towards Mo Hao. It's still the sword just now, which seems simple, but it makes people have no way to dodge, and they can only wait for death.

After confirming that Jian Ao was not sent by Gu Xinghe, Mo Hao was relieved.

As long as Gu Xinghe is open-minded and does not have any misdeeds, this Desert Dynasty will not be finished. With Gu Xinghe's character of a promise, he will definitely put his son on the throne...... When the time comes, it can help for a while.

Just as Mo Hao was waiting to die, a jet-black blade shot in from the outside, hitting Jian Ao's snow-white sword light.

The two sharp blades were separated at the touch of a button, and neither of them went too deep.

Gu Xinghe himself also appeared in the study, looking at Jian Ao's familiar face, with a little strangeness in his eyes: "Jian Ao, can you sue me, why do you want to do this!"

Jian Ao smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't say that you can almost guess!"

Gu Xinghe took a deep breath and said after a while: "Like, even if you don't say it, I can guess some." Only, I wish you could say sù to me personally. Until I see this scene, I hope that my previous suspicions about you were just my personal mistake!"

Jian Ao said with some guilt: "You are not wrong...... It's me who is wrong...... But I can't go on well......"

A figure appeared in Gu Xinghe's mind, a majestic and tall person who single-handedly founded the spiritual cultivation and martial arts cultivation system of the Galactic Federation. (To be continued......)