Xin'an City stood silently in the sun, and Du Ru flew out.

The guards of the city looked up at the backs of the sky, their eyes reverent. The Prime Minister is the Dinghai Needle of Zhuang State. Seeing him at any time can be reassuring.

Even if the upright deputy minister Dong A dies in battle, even if the people of Zhuang are proud of wishing me treason. As long as the Prime Minister is still there, Zhuang Guo will never fall!

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the familiar scenery of the village has passed by.

In order to avoid missing any clues, Du Ruhui did not use the magical power of the end of the world, but relied on a faint sense in the underworld, flying all the way and searching all the way.

The Heavenly Breath Method was a secret method of tracking that he had mastered in his early years. There is only one breath of heaven, there are three breaths of earth, and there are infinite breaths of people.

Respond to the breath of heaven and capture the answer in the dark.

Because it is only the relationship between the fragments, it is not accurate enough, and it can only be established under a certain gap in strength.

Judging from the traces at the scene, the murderer who killed Dong A and Dong A are only between them. was able to kill Dong Ah more because of restraint.

Du Ruhui was sure that the Heavenly Breath Law could be established, and indeed caught a wisp of breath on Dong A's corpse, so as to track down the murderer.

It's just that the breath is faint, very shallow, and intermittent.

But he was prepared for a lot of time.

His time is precious, but he thinks it's worth it.

Flying all the way, his eyes are like eagles and falcons, patrolling the mountains and rivers of Zhuangjing, and he does not let go of any suspicious corners.

Pursuing the culprit is not what he should do at all. To put it seriously, this is a light use of national weapons. But he can't rest assured that this matter will be handed over to anyone.

Zhuang Guo ushered in an unprecedented victory, but at the same time, talent also encountered a huge fault.

Dong A, who was expected to be the next prime minister, died in battle, and Zhu Wei, who had high hopes, committed treason.

Originally, Duan Li was deposed and He drew a knife to die in battle, which was a trade-off made for the victory of the national war, and it cannot simply be said that it is worth it or not. Now it seems that it has become an unbearable burden.

The two of them are the only strong people in Zhuang Guo who have the hope of impacting the divine realm in the near future.

Who can fill this huge gap in talent? Who is more likely to climb to the top? Who is more worthy of training?

The White Feather Army and Jiujiang Xuanjia both need new commanders......

Many people are eyeing the position of deputy minister, but few are capable enough......

After wishing only me treason, who else can bring out the previously planned meeting of the Yellow River......

All of this makes people anxious.

As the Minister of State of Zhuang. Zhuang Guo's affairs, he needs to worry about everything, even if some emotions can't get rid of at this time, he can't let go.

Ye Lingxiao said that he was not allowed to be self-conscious.

He couldn't help but admit it.

He didn't even have time to be sad.

......

......

Nameless Hill.

Jiang Wang has been fainting here for a long time, always curled up like a baby, unconscious.

The black mist grew thicker and thicker, enveloping him like a black cocoon.

Hopelessness, isolation, hardship.

But there was still a glimmer of light in the black cocoon......

It was three shimmers of light that were crumbling, but never extinguished.

In the empty hills, there was a faint laughter.

But the laughter was occasionally interrupted by the sound of swords.

The Sauvignon Blanc, which was held tightly in his hand, would suddenly let out a trembling sound from time to time, as if he was fighting against the wild laughter. The sword master was still unconscious, and Jian Ming was certainly not an opponent.

But whenever the sound of the sword was about to be suppressed, there was a Sanskrit chanting.

Listen closely, the Sanskrit voice sings—

Hum!

This is the eight-character mantra of all Buddha's fearless hearts, also known as Manjushri's eight-character mantra.

This mantra has an extraordinary origin, and it can manifest wisdom and calm troubles.

In Buddhist legend, the great wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva is the left attendant of Shakyamuni Buddha, representing the wisdom of the Buddha.

This eight-character mantra rotates endlessly, helping the sound of swords to compete with the sound of wild laughter.

Jiang Wang's eyes were tightly closed, and his frozen expression was extremely painful. But his lips were moving, and he made a flat and indifferent voice: "Old bald donkey, delay my big things...... Sooner or later, I will kill you and destroy you. ”

The content of the speech is extremely ruthless, but the black mist controlled is extremely patient. Like a spider's web, little by little intertwined black cocoons. Slowly but surely erodes the host.

The darker the black, the darker the darker. Condensation in the daytime.

The three glimmers of light in the black cocoon became fainter and fainter.

But in the next moment, as if feeling some kind of change, the black mist rolled violently several times unwillingly, but still could not completely annihilate the glimmer of light, so it stopped surging.

"Damn. ”

'Jiang Wang', whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly said.

The black mist calmed down, and as if spiritual, it all "drilled" into the body.

......

......

"Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang!"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

A voice called.

It's familiar...... Eager?

The sound seemed to come out of the deepest part of the water.

Then the "sea" began to shake gently, and the "waves" rotated freely.

Everything in the world seems to have a sound, and a vivid feeling returns to the heart.

Jiang Wang slowly came back to his senses from the chaotic state, still stunned. It seems that there are a lot of urgent things piling up in my heart, but I can't think of anything.

My demons...... Dong Ah is dead...... Did Jiang Wei faint or be eliminated...... Sinseong ...... Zhuang Gaoxian...... Calm, calm Jiang Wang...... What's wrong, what's wrong with me...... No, what's wrong......

Mixed thoughts exploded from here to there.

Explode your brain is buzzing.

The headache was like it was about to crack, as if there were countless knives cutting through it, like a chisel in the head. There is also a very uncomfortable stiffness in the body, and every joint seems to be very dry...... Until now, he has not established a connection with his sword.

Yes, my sword. He thought.

It was a sword that sharpened iron like clay.

The name of the sword is Sauvignon Blanc, and the process of birth melts his love and hate.

Hide the front with the divine dragon wood sheath, and warm it with the divine power seeds.

All this time, there was no one in front of or behind him, only a sword in his hand.

It has always been one person and one sword, walking alone.

Open the mountain when you meet the mountain, and break the river when you meet the river.

Not long ago, Sauvignon Blanc has been cut, the long-term "lovesick" person.

"Yes...... My sword. ”

He muttered. It was as if he had found some kind of light and gained some kind of clue.

Humane sword intent began to condense.

This complicated and painful everything, before he had time to cut out a sheep's intestine path, he had already heard Jiang Xiao's voice.

"It's too late, quickly put on the hidden clothes and use the means left by Yin Guan!" Jiang Wei shouted.

Jiang Wang didn't think too much about it, because a kind of instinctive fear of life had already surged into his heart, and a strong sense of crisis exploded in his mind.

He and Jiang Wei share this body, and they also share the crisis of life and death.

Jiang Wang sat up suddenly!

instantly regained control of his body, and almost subconsciously took out the hidden clothes and put them on, triggering the means left by Yin Guan, motionless.

And in the next moment, a fast-flying figure was whistling through the sky.

The black hair shawl, the momentum is amazing. His gaze swept over the hill and did not stop.

Jiang Wang didn't speak.

At the same time as he saw the black-haired figure, he had fully sobered up. A drop of cold sweat dripping from your sideburns!

If Du Ruhui is here and now, seeing him now, he has no chance of survival.