There are three kings, six evils and four evils in the Demon Palace.

King Kong came to attack Tai'anmen and died under Zhao Wu'an's sword.

The Night King went to attack the General's Mansion and was killed by Ouyang Zelai and the General outside the mansion.

And the third king, it stands to reason that he has also arrived in Bianliang, but he has never appeared. No one even knew who he really was.

"Could it be that he didn't come to Bianliang at all?" asked Zhu Nanzhan.

"No way. Ouyang Zelai shook his head firmly, "The Greedy Demon Hall has gambled everything for this battle, and if it doesn't succeed, it will become a benevolent, and there is no third possibility." ”

Zhu Nanzhan hesitated: "However, except for the third king, their hall master has not appeared......"

"That's true. But until now, we don't know anything about that hall master, and naturally we can't guard against it. But we know a little about the king who has not yet appeared. ”

Hu Buxi scratched his head: "Then who is the third king? The old prime minister would rather leave the palace gate unguarded and ask you to heal my wounds, does it mean that only my old Hu has the ability to kill him?"

Ouyang Zelai nodded and said, "Although it sounds very strange - the strength of me and Han Jige is not below you-but according to Fan Zai's meaning, it is indeed the case." ”

"Who is that king?" Zhu Nanzhan frowned alarmedly.

"Don't think about it, your eye of qi is useless to him. Ouyang Zelai shook his head, his words were deep.

Zhu Nanzhan was stunned, and then said unconvinced: "How is this possible-"

"It was a very ordinary person, so ordinary that once you threw it into the crowd, you couldn't find it again. Ouyang Zelai raised his voice and interrupted Zhu Nanzhan's words.

But then he exchanged for Zhu Nanzhan's deeper question: "In this way, you can also be the three kings of the Greedy Demon Palace?"

"It is precisely because such a person became the third king of the Greedy Demon Palace," Ouyang Zelai said in a low voice, "...... This is what Fan Zai and I think is the most terrifying part. ”

Zhu Nanzhan was stunned, Hu Buxi didn't know why.

"If he has peerless light skills, and he has invulnerability to horizontal kung fu, there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

Ouyang Ze paused.

"But he's just an ordinary person. Hu Buxi was enlightened.

"As long as it's human, there will be weaknesses. The stronger a person is, the greater his weakness. Ouyang Zelai said in a low voice, "But if he is just an ordinary person who is as low as the dust, where should he find his weakness?"

The candles in the Daxiong Treasure Hall were extinguished, and Zhu Nanzhan and Hu Buxi fell into contemplation.

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In front of Tai'an Gate, after Tuoba Nu and two villains were killed, Zhao Wu'an and Han Juge were in battle and rampage, and Su Qinghe also took advantage of the situation to command the forbidden army to counterattack and cover up outside Tai'an Gate.

And with the siege of the General's Mansion being lifted, under the command of the general, the small group of Greedy Demon Hall people scattered all over Bianliang were also annihilated.

But for more than an hour, the Greedy Demon Hall was damned to death, the wounded should be injured, and the sect members who had lost their fighting spirit were all tied up as prisoners.

It wasn't until the waning sun was approaching that the noisy Bianliang City returned to calm.

The rebels are almost gone, and everywhere in Bianliang, especially the central axis street, is still lined with hundreds of corpses and rivers of blood.

The remnant sun is like blood, reflecting the old city. Countless lives are as cheap as mayflies, dying in the twilight of life.

Zhao Wu'an inserted Luo Shenfu into the ground diagonally, holding the Luo Shen sword box, leaning on the pier of Tai'an Gate, looking tired.

In front of him, the Jin Wuwei were divided into small groups to carry out the post-war clean-up work, and many forbidden troops and civilians also joined them.

There are relatives who are reunited and cry in each other's arms, and there are young women who hold their husband's corpse and cry bitterly.

Zhao Wu'an looked at all this lazily, almost narrowing his eyes.

A man pressed his sword and walked out of Tai'anmen, dragging a long shadow in the setting sun.

Zhao Wu'an didn't even raise his eyelids, but he heard the man ask, "When will the magpie step branch be given to me?"

Zhao Wu'an suddenly shook his spirits, stood up straight, and yawned, "I'll talk about it when I'm in a better mood." ”

"You just drag it, it won't kill you. Su Qinghe smiled.

Su Qinghe was still dressed in the bloody battle, but his face was a lot whiter, and it seemed that he had just entered the palace and hastily washed his face and wiped the hideous blood stains on his face.

Zhao Wujing stared at his shadow quietly for a while, put away his sleepy expression, and said with a light smile: "There will be a day." ”

"Huh?"

"One day, I will return to their descendants what belongs to those people, and this is what I owe. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "The magpie stepping branch is yours, Su Musha gave it to Tu Mi, Yu Mei and Cai Mulberry gave it to Li Huanglai, Luo Shen gave it back to Wen Chuanyu, and the Bodhisattva probably gave it to Hu Buxi." ”

"Where's the pulsatilla?"

Zhao Wu'an was silent for a while, "I don't know. Maybe it's the only one that can stay with me for the rest of my life. ”

"Then where do you put An Qing?" asked Su Qinghe seriously.

Zhao Wu'an was speechless for a while, and his sharp eyes swept towards Su Qinghe. The two looked at each other for a moment, then laughed at the same time.

The sun is getting shorter, and the figures of the two are getting longer and longer under the Tai'an Gate.

"Are you really riding a horse straight into Tai'anmen for the sake of Meng Qianlei's case?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

Su Qinghe nodded.

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly: "You are very different from the Su Yan thing back then. But in the end, it seems to be the same person again, and it hasn't changed at all. ”

"You're not the same. I can kill the god stick monk I met in Qingdi Township, and dare to stand in front of the palace gate alone, and fight against nearly a thousand troops alone. ”

Zhao Wu'an was intriguingly silent for a while, and Su Qinghe smiled and said, "What's the matter, you don't want to admit it?"

"I'm not as duplicitous as you. Zhao Wu'an said lazily, "I'm just wondering if I've really changed." ”

Su Qinghe was stunned, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and said with a light smile: "No matter what, it must be not the same as the white-clothed monk in Qingdi Township." ”

Zhao Wu'an was noncommittal.

The sunset gradually sank to the bottom of the mountain, and the sky and earth were covered with a bleak meaning. The figures on the long street of the central axis gradually thinned out, and only Jin Wuwei, who was left in twos and threes, was still doing the dirty work of carrying corpses.

Most of the Song soldiers who died in battle, the corpses were sent to the Tai'an Gate and lined up in a long row along the base of the wall. Zhao Wu'an asked the passing eunuch to borrow a lantern and shine it on the faces of the fallen soldiers one by one.

Su Qinghe followed him silently.

Zhao Wu'an walked past one corpse after another at an even speed, and finally stopped in front of a golden armor.

The lantern shone on a young face, especially when he died, and his eyes were cracked. The golden armor was mottled with blood, and there were seven or eight of them in the broken places alone, and a disgusting smell emanated from the wounds.

Zhao Wujing watched quietly for a while, wrote down his face in his heart, and then squatted down and closed his eyes for this Jin Wuwei, who died for the country.

"Is that the one who took the lead?" Although he was in front of Tai'an Gate at the time, Su Qinghe did remember this person's actions.

"Hmm. Zhao Wu'an said in a low voice, his voice choked.

At this moment, a brisk footstep suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"Zhao Wu'an!"

Zhao Wu'an and Su Qinghe turned their heads together, and by the moonlight, they could barely make out that the one who was rushing was dressed in red.

Zhao Wuxin was stunned, and Su Qinghe pretended to be indifferent and said, "Why don't you go and comfort her, you can see how much has happened this day." ”

Zhao Wu'an glanced at Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe held back a smile and didn't look over.

In the starry night, the white-clothed layman raised the lantern in his hand and looked at the figure of Yingying who was running straight towards him.

"Zhao Wu'an!"

A red shadow swooped into his arms, and a faint fragrance lingered around him.

"I'm here. Zhao Wu'an's tone was soft.

An Qing sniffled and hugged his neck tightly. Zhao Wuan also replied with a hard hug.

"When the accident happened, you obediently hid in the room?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

Being able to be safe and sound in such a big chaos in Bianliang City, Zhao Wuan was actually a little surprised. It's not that the Greedy Demon Hall is crazy, but with An Qing's character, it's difficult to stay in the house with peace of mind.

The hustle and bustle outside the house lasted for several hours, and if An Qing stayed at home, it would be very strange. But after all, a few days ago, the two of them died in the Han Mansion, and they can understand it if they have learned from the previous experience.

After listening to Zhao Wu'an's question, An Qing did not answer immediately, but slowly let go of the hand holding him, took half a step back, and glanced at Zhao Wu'an's side face with a smile on his face by the light.

Zhao Wu'an also smiled in return: "An Qing?"

"Actually, I'm curious about what happened during the day, and you'll be sure to tell me later. An Qing said seriously.

"To be able to suppress curiosity and not go out, is it really a matter of eating a trench and growing wise?" Zhao Wu'an said.

"No, no. An Qing laughed, her eyes curved into crescent moons, "It's because someone found me." ”

"Someone found you?"

"Hmm. An Qing turned around, shook her head and looked around, "Hey, strange, I was still on the street just now." ”

Zhao Wuxin suddenly had a bad premonition.

An Qing obviously doesn't trust strangers, so this can make An Qing deliver complete trust when she first meets is obviously not ordinary.

"Who is it?" he asked subconsciously.

An Qing laughed.

"Don't be nervous," she shook her hand, "It's Annan." ”

"Annan?" Zhao Wuxin sighed.

"My second brother, don't you remember?" An Qing tilted her head.

Zhao Wu'an took a step back, his expression changing drastically.

"You mean Annan?" he asked.

An Qing nodded stunned.

Zhao Wu'an's scalp was numb for a while, and the lantern in his hand shook violently. Su Qinghe saw it in his eyes and wondered, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Wu'an...... You can't get a fever from a fight, right?" An Qing stretched out her hand, as if she was going to touch his forehead.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly waved her hand away: "Don't touch me!"

An Qing was stunned and froze in place.

Su Qinghe was also shocked by Zhao Wu'an's reaction, but he didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what Zhao Wuxin was thinking, but Miss An Qing was angry, and this was a sure thing.

"I advise you to apologize first......" Su Qinghe grabbed Zhao Wu'an and whispered.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu'an didn't seem to hear it, and broke away from his pull, his face like frost.

“...... Zhao Wu'an?" This time, Su Qinghe was also stunned.