In a sedan chair sat a Dao Gu, with a handful of dust in the crook of her left arm.

The dust was obviously repaired in the past two years, and it was very new.

Dao Gu's eyebrows and eyes don't look very old, but she always gives people a feeling of being old-fashioned, and she has a strange temperament that is disgusting.

Wang Po hated her very much, if it weren't for her husband, he would have cut off one of her arms two years ago.

Of course, except for a character like Wang Po, no one dared to show any disgust towards that Dao Gu.

Because this Dao Gu's temper is very violent, because this Dao Gu's name is Infinite Bi, one of the previous generations of wind and rain in the eight directions, and a powerhouse in the divine realm.

There was no one in the other sedan chair.

The person who was originally sitting in the sedan chair was standing beside Wang Po at this time.

It was a very obese middle-aged man, wearing a bright yellow shirt, and the fat in his belly was hanging down from his belt, looking a little funny.

But again, no one dared to make fun of him.

Because he is the king of Xiang, the most powerful prince of the Great Zhou court, with the support of countless armies and ministers.

And not long ago, he finally broke through that threshold and became the first true powerhouse of the Chen royal family to enter the divine realm after the first emperor.

The latter thing, until today, few people know about it.

Until he came to Wenshui City from Kyoto, took a sedan chair to Jiming Mountain, walked to Wang Po's side with him, and saw a great country in front of him.

Wang Po said: "I didn't expect it. ”

King Xiang said with emotion: "I didn't expect it either. ”

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Wind and snow shrouded Wenshui City, and also shrouded the ancestral hall.

The black eaves were covered with snow, and the white ones were beautiful, but the white walls were not whiter, but were reflected by the snow in the courtyard, and they looked gray.

In the intermittent, dense and sparse wind and snow, the light in the sky is constantly changing, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

Between light and darkness, many figures appeared in the wind and snow.

The Assassins were dressed in white and covered their faces, like a snowstorm, with a chill all over their bodies, which was difficult to spot.

The first time they appeared, they were discovered by Tang Thirty-six, and that was because they didn't care about being discovered by him.

Tang Thirty-six's eyes narrowed.

The cold wind blew on his face, but it didn't make the heat subside, but his greasy hair, which had not been washed for a long time, floated up.

He felt a little bad, because the picture was not beautiful enough, and because the smell was not good.

He looked at the white-clothed assassins in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, scratched his head, and said, "It's so unfair that so many of you people beat me. ”

Naturally, the white-clothed assassins would not answer, and looked at him with expressionless expressions.

Tang Thirty-six looked up at the old worshipper.

He was sitting on the futon at this time, and the old worshipper was standing beside him, and if he wanted to see the old worshipper's face more clearly, he needed to raise his head high.

You can say that he is like a duck waiting to be killed, or you can say that he is like a proud goose.

Yes, no matter how cold and terrifying the aura of these assassins who sneaked into the ancestral hall by taking advantage of the wind and snow is, they cannot be the opponents of the old worship.

But the Assassins apparently didn't care, and their eyes only fell on him, so there was only one explanation.

The second master of the Tang family wants to kill Tang Thirty-six, where does the confidence come from?

Because this old worshipper who remained in the ancestral hall was his person.

The old worshipper said, "I'm sorry, young master. ”

Tang Thirty-six smiled and said, "I'm sorry for hugging your mother." ”

The old worshipper raised his right hand and slapped it on the top of his head.

The wind and snow were sudden, the candle flame in the depths of the ancestral hall shook violently, the first few rows were directly extinguished, and more than ten tablets rolled off the shelves and smashed into several pieces on the ground.

Tang Thirty-six moved.

The futon scattered into countless fragments under him, and a smoke that was clearly poisonous rose from the air.

He rolled and crawled towards the snow-covered courtyard.

Obviously, there was no Tang family's defensive force in the ancestral hall, but he had made preparations in advance.

It's just that he didn't expect that the person who wanted to kill him would actually be the Tang family's worship.

Of course, the poisonous smoke in the futon is very powerful, but how can it poison the other party?

The old worship was a generation of elders of the Immortal Sect back then, and the true yuan was extremely profound, and the realm had already gathered stars at the peak, which could be called a half-step sacred.

Don't say that Tang Thirty-six is now in the Primal Realm of Gathering Stars, even if he suddenly bursts out ten times his strength, how can he be able to block this critical blow?

He crawled into the courtyard and ran towards him, how could he get out of the enveloping range of the palm wind?

The old worship palms fall like a mountain.

The wind and snow in the courtyard of the ancestral hall seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, the wind was calm, and the snow fell suddenly.

Seeing that the palm of the old worshipper was about to fall on the top of Tang Thirty-six's head.

Suddenly, the wind in the courtyard came alive again, and the snowflakes fell.

A sword light appeared in the wind and snow.

The sword light was extremely bright, illuminating the eyes of the Plum Snow Stool and the Assassins in the courtyard.

This sword is bright and extremely gloomy, and it has lost all its breath, as if it has been contaminated with fallen leaves and dust for more than a hundred days, and has been integrated with the ancestral hall.

A few snowflakes that fell from the sky suddenly turned red.

It was red with blood.

There was an incredible look on the old worship's face.

The palm wind whistled.

The sword light walked silently.

The candles in the ancestral hall were all extinguished at once.

Dense tablets have fallen.

Countless palm prints and sword marks appeared on the beams and walls.

There was a soft snort, and the ancestral hall fell silent again.

The old worshippers stand on the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall.

His left palm was pierced by a sword, and blood flowed.

A deep sword mark also appeared on his left chest, and blood gradually overflowed.

His right palm is stacked on top of his opponent's left palm.

His opponent was a man dressed in servant's clothes.

The man was very ordinary, and he couldn't find any features.

In the past five years, this man's shoulders have been drooping, just like Wang Po on Jiming Mountain outside the city at this time.

But not today, because his left wrist and shoulder, from the bottom, had been shattered by the power of the old worship's palm.

Who is this person, facing the old Tang family, he actually fought a lose-lose result!

Even if it was a sneak attack, it was still hard to believe.

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The old worshipper vaguely remembered that this person should be the dumb servant in the ancestral hall.

At this time, of course, he knew that the other party could never be an ordinary mute servant.

And the other party is not the master of the Tang family arranged by the old lady, because he knows all the secrets of the Tang family.

So who is this master who pretended to be a dumb servant and swept the courtyard in the Tang family ancestral hall for half a year?

To be able to successfully sneak attack a half-step divine powerhouse must be a very professional assassin, and the realm must be similar.

There is only one assassin in this realm today.

The old worshipper knew the identity of the other party, his pupils shrank, and he shouted: "Do it!"

This was naturally addressed to the white-clad assassins.

But at this most critical moment, he forgot something very important.

The white-clothed assassins swept towards Tang Thirty-six in the courtyard, their sword intent was fierce and gloomy, countless times colder than the snow in the depths of winter, making people shudder.

Between the fluttering wind and snow, countless cold sword lights appeared, and then the sound of sharp blades breaking through the body and muffled snorts sounded intensively.

The blood sprinkled on the snow in the courtyard was particularly glaring.

Several Assassins lay in pools of blood, no longer breathing.

These Assassins were very high-caliber and vigilant, but they never imagined that the sneak attack would come from their companions.

The sharp and eerie sword intent shrouded the courtyard of the Tang family ancestral hall.

The dumb servant retreated into the courtyard.

The seven white-clad assassins walked up to him.