At the top of Huaixing Pavilion, Ouyang Zelai stood by the railing, his eyebrows frowning.

The purple qi that could only be seen through the eyes of Zhu Nanzhan's pair of qi contemplators, by this time, was so blazing that it was almost visible to the naked eye.

Huaixing Pavilion is the highest point in the east of the city, and all the surrounding houses are in full view.

At this moment, Ouyang Zelai could clearly see that under the dilapidated book pavilion in the Han Mansion, a strong purple qi as thick as a pillar of heaven was rising, pointing straight into the sky.

The ground around the pavilion began to shake violently, and the masonry cracked and then turned to the side, and the sound of the earthquake resounded throughout Bianliang City.

Rao was like this, the shaking was still getting more and more intense, and it could be seen that there was something under the dirt that wanted to break through the restraints.

It's been too long to wait. I don't remember how many years have passed, and the beast of the gloom only wants to return to this world.

Return to the silent array, only trap the real dragon and not the pseudo-dragon. And the trapped dragon shrank in His Excellency Han Fushu.

When he was still regarded as a human being and active in the world, the name of the dragon was called Han Toast.

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"Your brother?"

Zhao Wu'an and the emperor narrowed their eyes at the same time.

Han Jige bowed down facing the emperor, "Yes." This is a matter of the time of the first emperor, Your Majesty does not know, and it is reasonable. ”

"Rong Xingsha and Ouyang Zelai, together with Rong Xingsha and Ouyang Zelai, have been working together to guard a formation built in Bianliang City since the night His Majesty was born twenty years ago, called the 'Returning to Silence Array', and the eye of the formation is located in this Great Xiangguo Temple. ”

"The night I was born?"

"When the first emperor was there, he should have mentioned that on the night His Majesty was born, there was a dragon qi leaking out of heaven and earth. Han Ju said.

The Young Emperor suddenly said, "There is indeed such a thing. ”

"It was that night that there was a purple aura in Bianliang City, and the bold ones stole His Majesty's dragon qi. It is precisely because of this that I returned to silence that night that I entered the palace and died for the emperor. ”

In Bianliang City, the vast purple qi weaves into a long river that reaches the sky, lightning and thunder, and there is a hidden sound of flying dragons roaring.

The young emperor's face was cloudy, and Han Jiege was like a great enemy.

Zhao Wu'an half-knelt on the ground, his expression even darker.

For some reason, since that loud noise, his dantian qi sea has dried up like a leak for a while, and he can't even lift up a trace of strength.

As if seeing Zhao Wu'an's doubts, Han Juge snorted coldly: "Have you ever entered that book pavilion? ”

Zhao Wu'an frowned.

It seems that that night, the mysterious old man he met under the dilapidated library was Han Zhujiu, who was about to jump out of the silent array at this time.

"Since he and you are biological brothers, why do you want to press him under this silent formation, so that he will have to see the light of day for twenty years?"

Although the swordsman in front of him was not in a good temper, Zhao Wuan still asked this question.

After all, under the Book Pavilion, Han Zhuto, who healed him and passed on his exercises, didn't look like a bad person.

"Do you know that when you return to the Silent Formation, you will only be trapped by the real dragon, not the pseudo-dragon?" asked Han Jiege coldly.

Zhao Wu'an nodded in amazement.

"Then do you know that in this world, there can only be one real dragon?" Han Jige asked again.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned for a moment, and turned his gaze to the young emperor standing at the gate of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

The emperor said with a cold face: "Kill." ”

Han Jige responded without the slightest hesitation: "Yes." ”

Before the words fell, a shocking noise sounded over the city.

An old library in the Han Mansion suddenly collapsed under the blue sky and white sun. At the last moment, a blue-black shadow jumped out from underneath it, holding a lantern like a mad demon.

As soon as the man jumped to the ground, he rushed straight to the Daxiangguo Temple in the west of the city like a wild beast following the smell of its prey.

Han Juge raised his blade straight, jumped to the main gate of the temple, and protected the young emperor in front of him: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, Han Juge will definitely stop that unworthy brother from the door and prevent him from getting closer." ”

In mid-air, a terrible sneer suddenly exploded: "What a person who won't let me get closer! Han Jiege, that's how you treat your biological brother? Are you really not afraid that you will go to hell after death and be punished by pulling out your tongue and gouging out your eyes?"

With a loud bang, a deep pit suddenly appeared on the road in front of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

The billowing smoke and dust could not hide the surging purple gas in it.

Compared to the purple qi on that person's body, Zhao Wu'an's purple qi in the field was simply pitiful.

Rao is like this, he is also restrained by the man's qi machine, and his limbs have no strength.

Han Jige held a long knife and waited for it.

He didn't use the Shadow Knife Technique that he had always been proud of. He knew very well in his heart that Han Zhu, as his younger brother, knew the secret of that sword technique better than anyone else.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the one standing on the street in ragged clothes was the strange old man who had healed Zhao Wu'an's injuries that night.

Han Jie's song is as loud as a Buddha.

"Twenty years ago, on the night Your Majesty was born, you stole the true dragon purple qi of heaven and earth, and I sacrificed myself behind the emperor's curtain in exchange for you to leave a life, why do you want to kill yourself?!"

"Sacrifice your body and leave me with my life? Even if you can enjoy the scenery of Bianliang with the emperors of the two dynasties in the past twenty years, I can only live underground without seeing the light of day, can you be regarded as kind to me?" Han Zhujiu sneered, "You are so full of benevolence and morality. ”

Han Juge glared angrily, "Stealing the true qi of the royal family is a capital crime!"

"Heaven and earth qi is born from heaven and earth, I am also born from heaven and earth, I go to take this heaven and earth purple qi, what is the crime?" Han toasted with his eyebrows up.

Zhao Wu'an understood a rough idea.

It turned out that the reason why this Han toast was trapped in the Silent Array was because twenty years ago, when the little emperor was born, he stole the true dragon purple qi coiled on Bianliang City.

Han Juge abandoned his fame and entered the emperor's body, saving Han Zhu's life, but he was not allowed to let him go after all. Ouyang Zelai and Rong Xingsha would be so concerned about the matter of purple qi, and the secret was here.

And Han Jiege, Ouyang Zelai, and Rong Xingsha, the three first-class masters, have lived in Bianliang City for a long time, and they have always been trying to suppress this silent array. Now that Rong Xingsha is dead, there is a gap in the formation, and he is naturally easily broken through by Han Zhujiu.

Therefore, in the past few days, the Han Mansion has strayed into the Silent Array, attracting Ouyang Ze to visit overnight, and the top of Huaixing Pavilion was even more affected by his sudden action, which turned out to be because of this true dragon purple qi.

Zhao Wuan never expected that he would encounter such an old incident. When His Excellency accepted the Han toast and passed on the gong, he was still complacent, thinking that he had met a certain hidden master, who would have thought that he was a madman trapped there.

Now that Han Zhujiu is free, the true dragon purple qi of the entire Bianliang City will follow him, and Zhao Wu'an is also involved in half-kneeling on the ground, unable to move.

When he looked back at the young emperor, he found that he didn't react, and stood in the middle of a group of black-clothed guards.

Noticing Zhao Wu'an's gaze, the emperor turned his head in slight disgust.

Zhao Wuan sneered in his heart. He had never had a good impression of the Zhao family's emperor, and after learning that it was the first emperor who killed Jialan An Xulie, he was even more upset.

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The huge earthquake in the city was also heard clearly in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Whether it was Zhu Nanzhan, Hu Buxi or Han Kuo, they all clearly heard the person who broke out of the ground and landed outside the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Looking at the smile on Han Kuo's face, Zhu Nanzhan's face changed suddenly.

Hu Buxi was about to draw his knife and slash at Han Kuo, but was quickly stopped by Zhu Nanzhan.

Han Xiuzhu, who was holding Fan Zhongye hostage and guarding the door, said quietly: "I advise the two of you not to worry, when the Han family arrives at the Daxiangguo Temple, your death will come." ”

Hu Buxi hurriedly said: "What solution can be solved by standing here in a daze!"

"You can't ruin the spring buckle. Zhu Nanzhan said in a low voice, word by word, extremely calm.

Hu Buxi was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "That's just a bag, the boss has thrown it to me, what use can it be!"

Zhu Nanzhan shook his head with a complicated expression.

"That's the only chance. ”

"What??" Hu Buxi and the second monk were puzzled.

“...... In short, you can't go, Han Kuo will ruin the spring buckle all at once. Zhu Nanzhan gritted his teeth and said.

Hu Buxi was almost angry: "That ......"

Anyway, it was only a matter of time before Han Toast burst into this Daxiong Treasure Palace, and Han Kuo held the spring intention in his hand, looking unhurried.

Zhu Nanzhan gritted his teeth, puffed up his chest, took a few steps forward, and said awe-inspiringly: "Return the spring button to Hu Buxi, I will be your hostage." ”

Hu Buxi's eyes widened with Han Kuo.

Han Kuo's smile almost overflowed from the corner of his eyes: "For the sake of a broken bag, you, the Qi Viewer of the Great Song Dynasty, are really willing to do it." ”

Zhu Nanzhan gritted his teeth and walked towards Han Kuo step by step.

She was unarmed.

Hu Buxi stood in place in a daze, his head in confusion.

"Girls!"

He didn't want Zhu Nanzhan to put her in danger, but he didn't know how to get her back.

Obviously, there is an important secret hidden in the spring button, and Zhu Nanzhan knows this secret, but he can't tell Hu Buxi directly at this time.

What is she trying to hide, even putting herself in danger?

Even Hu Buxi didn't dare to say that he could save the living from Han Kuo's knife. Although he won the Male Sword Hundred Meeting, Han Kuo was also a first-class master who could not be underestimated.

Zhu Nanzhan kept walking, approaching Han Kuo step by step.

Han Kuo raised his hand, and the slender Mo knife was already on Zhu Nanzhan's slender neck.

"You don't have to go any further. Han Kuo smiled coldly.

Hu Buxi's palms were soaked with sweat.

The blade of the Mo knife was three feet long, and there was a full three steps between Zhu Nanzhan and Han Kuo.

Han Kuo's knife could hold Zhu Nanzhan, but Zhu Nanzhan's flower fingers couldn't touch the hem of Han Kuo's clothes.

That's deadly enough. Hu Buxi's inaction is equivalent to Zhu Nanzhan taking the initiative to send his life to Han Kuo's hands.

Hu Buxi was about to look for an opportunity to make a knife, but a turquoise arc rose in the air, bypassing Zhu Nanzhan's shoulder and smashing towards him.

Hu Buxi hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, and what he started was the spring buckle.

"This is something that the Great Song Dynasty's Qi Viewer exchanged for his life, Hu Daxia, it's good to keep it. Han Kuo said with a cruel smile.

The dim candle flame reflected his side face, and under the clay golden Buddha, Han Kuo's eyes were sad, like a nocturnal demon who chose people to devour.