The sword light pierced into the young man's chest, and the terrifying power on the sword immediately began to destroy the young man's flesh and meridians, and even because the speed of the sword body was too fast, when it pierced the young man's chest, it had already penetrated a transparent wound on the young man's body.

However, the boy did not die.

His movements didn't even change at all.

In Zhongshuhou's perception, the flesh and blood of this young man's body were also filled with countless tombstones.

Then the boy's hand fell.

A large black tombstone appeared in the boy's hand.

This tombstone smashed on the head of Zhongshuhou's body, and smashed it on the dwarf behind Zhongshuhou who was extremely fast with his sword.

There was a bang.

Zhongshuhou and this dwarf were like being hit head-on by a black mountain.

The ground beneath the two of them completely exploded, sinking down into a few feet, and then in the next moment, it exploded like a wave.

Blood spurted wildly from the mouths of the middle master and the dwarf, and their bodies were half sunk into the ground, plowing backwards like ploughing.

The dwarf was behind the Zhongshu Hou, but his cultivation was much worse than that of the Zhongshu Hou, so when his body plowed backwards, he was already dead. His body couldn't withstand any more power, and in the next moment, it exploded from the inside out, turning into a shattered mist of blood.

All the cultivators who could see the scene in this imperial garden were shocked to the extreme, even Emperor Yan could not hide the shock in his eyes.

No one knew the origin of this dwarf, and at this moment, everyone didn't even see his face clearly, but everyone knew that he was a terrifying sword master, a great master of the Seven Realms.

This Great Grandmaster, who didn't even notice how many of the Seven Realm cultivators present had arrived, was directly killed by this young man with a single blow.

The most shocking thing is that the wound on the young man's chest is still open at this time... The sword of this great grandmaster was enough to kill any powerful cultivator, and even Yuan Wu could not withstand such a sword and survive.

However, the boy was still standing well.

Zhongshuhou's body retreated a few feet, passing through the blood mist that the dwarf's body had turned into, and then paused.

There was a continuous explosion sound in his body, and bundles of air stabbed out of his body like sharp swords,

"What kind of exercise is this?"

He himself knew that he was about to die, and his strong reluctance made him raise his head with difficulty, looked at the wound on the young man's chest, and said, "How can you not die?"

The black-haired young man looked at the dying hero, shook his head, and said, "No one can not die, but there are some exercises that are born to die." ”

"Born to die?"

Zhongshuhou looked at the young man, his body shook, and he seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence, but in the next moment, he hung his head and died.

Emperor Yan also understood the meaning of this sentence.

He looked at the young man who came with Black Mountain with a slight expression, thinking about everything that the other party had abandoned, and his heart unconsciously gave birth to great awe.

Then he looked up at a temple in the palace.

That temple was where the rebel army was located.

The fact that the Marquis of Zhongshu is dead and the rebels have no leader, does not mean that there are no new principals in the rebels.

In front of that temple, there stood three black iron towers that were almost the same height as the temple.

The three tower-like talismans are engraved with simple runes on their surfaces, and each has more than a dozen lotus-like seats on it.

Above these seats, all the cultivators of the Six Realms were sitting cross-legged at the moment.

The true essence in their bodies continued to pour into the inner part of this talisman.

The huge tower continued to roar, as if there was magma impacting, and the spire gradually glowed, as if something terrible was about to pour out of the spire.

In front of these three pagodas, there were several cultivators, the first of whom was wearing bronze armor, and his extremely cold face contained countless complex emotions at the moment.

He is the generalissimo of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Many powerful cultivators at the border pass were able to quietly appear here and carry out such a rebellion because of his assistance to the Zhongshu Hou.

At this moment, the Marquis of Zhongshu died in battle, and he naturally became the new leader of this rebel army.

Yu Zhi was one of Emperor Yan's most important generals, commanding three of the seven border armies of Great Yan, and no one knew why he betrayed Emperor Yan.

However, at this time, with the stimulation of these three Babel Towers, everyone knew that it was impossible for him to stop.

Everyone knew that he would rather die in the end than manage to kill Emperor Yan before the troops on the periphery arrived to support.

At this moment, he raised his head.

The sky turned black.

This was a terrifying talisman, not only distorting the sunlight above the Yan Emperor Palace at this time, but even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi gathered by the three powerful talismans was isolated.

A sharp chill welled up in Yu's heart.

He felt the killing intent coming from behind him.

The moment he turned around, he only heard a few shouts from his subordinates.

Among the generals of the Yan Army's border army behind the three talismans, a man in a black shirt appeared.

With an indescribable nobility, the man walked gently between the cultivators.

Behind him, the cultivators curled up like crumpled paper, making a terrifying bone popping sound, and fell to their deaths.

Yu Zhi, like Zhongshu Hou, was not an ordinary cultivator, so at this moment, he understood that this black-shirted man was from Changling.

Sensing the black intent that came from the sky, but it covered everything, like the heaviest night, he also understood why the black mountain could quietly come to this palace.

The old magnates of Changling, Qi Dynasty, Montenegro......

A lot of messy fragments flashed in Yu Qi's mind, but a certain thought became unusually clear, he looked at the man in black shirt and smiled bitterly, "It turns out that Yan Qi has already stood side by side. ”

The man in the black shirt was not as tall as him, but looking at him at the moment, it was naturally with a condescending meaning, and he responded lightly, "If it weren't for Yuanwu arriving in the Eight Realms and meeting in Lushan, Yuanwu would have died, Zheng Sleeve... Maybe dead, too. ”

Yu Zhi was silent for a moment, then looked at the black-shirted man and said, "I don't think as big as you. ”

"That's fine for personal vendettas, but you don't think big enough and don't look far enough, so you won't succeed. The man in the black shirt looked at him and said seriously.

Yu Zhi was silent for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense. ”

"I don't want to kill you. ”

The black-shirted man looked at him and said slowly: "Since it is impossible for you to succeed, you don't need to sacrifice senselessly, even if you want to die, you don't need to take many people, including the entire Dayan Dynasty, to die with you." ”

Yu Zhi thought about it, but before he could speak, the man in black shirt had already continued: "No matter what kind of grievances you have with Emperor Yan, your grievances are only part of Zheng Sleeve's entire plan. Since you are sure to fail, you don't need to drag many of your loyal subordinates, including many of their family members, brothers, to die with you. I can let you live, you don't live for yourself, but for these people, for the Great Yan Dynasty. ”

Yu Zhi smiled bitterly, and then said seriously, "What you said is very reasonable, I can't refuse." ”

After saying this, he issued several military orders.

The black-shirted man bowed to him in thanks, then moved out of the way for the border commander to leave with some of his loyal men.

The blackness of the sky is still there.

The blackness in the Imperial Garden is still there.

One day at a time, the contrast is chilling.

A man in a yellow shirt stood in the streets of Yandu with an umbrella, he looked at the black spirit in the palace, and his hands holding the umbrella trembled slightly.

A yellow leaf fell from the locust tree behind him, and was shaken into powder by the trembling true qi on his body.

......

In the palace of Changling, the yellow leaves are colorful and fall like rain.

A yellow-robed man walked across the stone path and handed a document to the palace maid outside the queen's Zheng sleeve study very respectfully.

In Changling, the yellow robe does not mean the royal family, but means the queen's family and Jiaodong County.

The queen read the document that the palace maid handed in, and there was a strange emotion on her perfect and cold countenance.

This emotion seems to be emotion, and it seems to be anger.

Or just a momentary distraction, a memory.

Only she knows what it is.

Since Yuanwu ascended the throne and the Bashan Sword Field was destroyed in her hands, she gradually felt that everything was under her control, even without that person, everything was as she wanted.

She seems to be like a god who has truly received the destiny of heaven, omnipotent.

However, since the beginning of the Minshan Sword Society, she seems to have been losing.

The more she lost, the shadow of that man in her heart became thicker and wider, and seemed to occupy her whole body.

She threw the paperwork into the brazier in front of her, then slowly got up and walked out of the study, towards the back of the study, and towards the depths of the palace.

Further down the palace, there is a special torture chamber.