Chapter 213: Saint King Xinmi

"Bang dang!"

The door of the prison where Zhao Haochen was located opened, and the two black-clothed men were shrouded in black robes all over their bodies, revealing only two godless eyes, and their bodies naturally exuded a cold aura. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They are people who walk in the dark, and no one has ever seen their faces.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Haochen looked coldly at the two men in black.

The two black-clothed men were silent, stepped forward, took Zhao Haochen off the ground at will, and dragged him outside.

The broken bones had been pierced deep into the flesh, and such a large movement suddenly brought him an unspeakable pain, large beads of sweat slipped down his forehead, and the beads of sweat on his back had already soaked the entire clothes.

Zhao Haochen didn't have the slightest ability to resist, so he had to let the two of them drag him like this and move all the way.

After passing through one passage after another, he went straight to the main hall of the Holy King's Hall at the top. After a while, he finally came to the main hall at the core of the Holy King's Palace.

The main hall is very empty, and there is only one main seat in the huge hall, and a white-robed man sits on it, looking indifferently at Zhao Haochen, who has no ability to resist below, and is alive to say that it is a sword.

There was only a gray-bearded old man standing below, his messy hair like a chicken coop, but his body was dressed in a beautiful costume, which looked so dazzling.

Behind the old man stood three Dharma protectors and ten hall masters, and on both sides of the main hall were black-clothed people shrouded in darkness.

The two eyes were dim, as if they had lost their desire for life, and their eyes were full of pity.

Suddenly, Zhao Haochen's expression was shocked, and he thought of those red-robed people in the underground dark room of the Zhuge family.

Living in the darkness of the earth all year round, with blood and corpses, no one knows that there is such a cheap life as them in this world, they do not see the full force of the sun, their eyes are born cold, and their breath is born dark.

They have only one goal, and that is to kill, resolutely obeying the orders of their masters. In their impressions, it is not a pity to die.

The black-robed people here are the same as the red-robed people in the Zhuge family.

Could it be that the Zhuge family itself is a hall of the Holy King's Palace?

The Zhuge family is one of the forces of the Holy King Palace, and when he thought of this, Zhao Haochen was afraid for a while, he was really glad that he did not die in the Zhuge family.

That...... Zhuge Wan'er and Zhuge Lingtian are also from the Holy King's Palace?

There was an inexplicable pain in his heart. He and the Holy King Hall are endless, and the Zhuge family is the power of the Holy King Palace, so how will Zhuge Wan'er face it himself in the future?

He was deep in thought.

"Jianzi, we're meeting again!" the high Saint King looked down at Zhao Haochen as if he were looking at an ant.

It was like the sound of thunder exploding in Zhao Haochen's ears, and his mind recovered, and only then did he really notice the Saint King sitting on it.

Zhao Haochen, who collapsed on the ground, was full of anger in his eyes, and his emotions erupted like a volcano, not so much Zhao Haochen's emotions, but rather the emotions of the sword in another dimension.

At the moment of seeing the Holy King, the consciousness of the sword completely dominated this body.

In an instant, a cold cold light filled his whole body, and the raging sword intent rushed into the sky, almost turning this place upside down.

Apathy, arrogance, coldness, anger!

This is the real sword.

"What are you going to do?" the sword was cold, and the anger in his eyes almost burned the sky.

The Holy King stepped down from above, smiled faintly, and said, "Jianzi, for the sake of you being an old man, I will let you live." ”

Jianzi's eyes were still cold and ruthless, full of killing.

Old friend. The old man that the Holy King said obviously refers to the Sword Emperor, but this bluff has a clear hidden meaning, that is, he clearly told himself that it was impossible for the Sword Emperor to come out by him, and the Sword Emperor would die sooner or later.

"Although you have made a great mistake and hindered the great plans of my Holy King's Temple, for the sake of you doing me a great favor, I will help you heal your injuries!" the Holy King smiled and continued.

Zhao Haochen, who was hidden in the different dimension, suddenly had some doubts.

Help?

How could Kenko help him?

Although Jianzi's face was angry, he was also puzzled and puzzled, he didn't know how he could help the Holy King, if this was really the case, it would be better to die.

"Haha!" The Saint King's laughter at this moment had changed its taste, and endless ridicule filled it, "This king knows that you don't understand, so well, this king will personally explain your doubts, and it can be regarded as fulfilling my duty as an elder." ”

The Holy King calling himself an elder at this moment is undoubtedly a humiliation to Jianzi.

Jianzi's cold eyes looked at him quietly, but they were surprisingly quiet, but the anger in his eyes was surging endlessly.

"Do you remember the strange stone you snatched in the Saint King's Temple?" the Saint King looked at the sword with a silent expression, "We have already identified it, it is just an ordinary stone, and it is impossible for you to use it to raise a sword and forge a divine sword." ”

Jianzi vaguely guessed something, and the anger in his eyes was even stronger.

"The strength of the Sword Emperor is too terrifying, we are all afraid that he will take another step forward, then even if we join forces, we can't defeat him, your obsession with the sword has just become our excuse, fortunately, we don't do anything, and we designed the scene where you snatch the sword stone and then behead you.

However, beyond our estimates, the Sword Emperor really took that step, and our three major forces joined forces, and none of them were the opponents of the Sword Emperor. ”

Speaking of this, there was a trace of emotion in the Saint King's invincible expression, mixed with a hint of reverence.

"I have to admit that the Sword Emperor is wise, but in the end we won, just because the Sword Emperor is too compassionate to the common people, you must know that at this point in our eyes, the common people are just floating clouds in our eyes, and they can be discarded at will.

He still has the disciples of the Sword Emperor Pavilion in his heart, so we won, I admit that we won disgracefully, but we only value the result, and the process is not important. ”

Kenzi also fell into deep thought, and a sharp pain hit his heart, and the cramping in his heart made him unbearable.

It's all my own sin that hurt my father.

The mind was instantly unstable, and the soul that had supported the body with strong faith collapsed in an instant, and the dominance of the body returned to Zhao Haochen's hands again.

Jianzi didn't know that his father, the Sword Emperor, was too powerful, and other forces were afraid of it.

This is the sorrow of living in the midst of great powers.