Seeing many villains walking out of the secret passage of the sacrificial platform, Emperor Xi and the monk Sang Qi glanced at each other, gasped, and couldn't imagine that the bottom of the sacrificial platform was hollow, and Prince Zhou had already made today's layout when he decided to rebuild the sacrificial platform ten years ago. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Emperor Xi and the Emperor were so grief-stricken that he turned his head to look at Prince Zhou, and he didn't want to believe that the uncle who had been kind and kind in the past had been planning to kill him since ten years ago.

This is the last killing move carefully prepared by Prince Zhou, looking at his seamless plan, Prince Zhou looked up to the sky and laughed: "Le Chi, you finally know how much effort I have spent for today, right? Speaking of which, since you ascended the throne, there have been more and more wine bags and rice bags in this court, ten years, a whole ten years, except for Jing Zhengcheng, who was hired back by you back to do the audit of funds, no one has noticed the problem of this sacrificial platform. How sad it is for me to see the foundation created by my ancestors become what it is now in your hands! The northern Turks have always been eyeing each other, and why they agreed to an armistice back then was not fought by your father and me with both hands, until they had to agree. But now, you look at the world for yourself, losing the baptism of war, the whole court and the central government have forgotten the existence of this threat, wandering in the peaceful and prosperous era all day long, and in the long run, when people really hit the door of the house one day, maybe they don't even have the strength to hold a knife. I will never allow this to happen, absolutely not! So, today, your throne must be given to me. I will definitely become the greatest emperor in history, and I will definitely be able to lead the elite troops of the whole country to conquer the Turks, sweep Persia, and expand my country's territory to every inch of the world. ”

Prince Zhou looked excited, broke out his arms and stood in the wind, his eyes full of longing.

Seeing Prince Zhou's expression, Emperor Xi and the Great Emperor sighed: "Hey, Uncle Huang, you are wrong. It is the sole duty of the king of a country to live and work in peace and contentment, and war can only bring endless suffering. ”

"Huangkou child, how do you know the avenue. Needless to say, now it's up to you, you think that bringing a group of Shaolin monks can turn the situation around? Yang Mingjing, this place is handed over to you, and the rest of the Praetorian Guards, capture Xi and the Emperor, and return to the palace with me. Prince Zhou gave an order, and a group of soldiers swarmed up, and the monk wanted to stop it, but he was forced back by Yang Mingjing's sword qi and flashed aside.

Prince Zhou escorted Xi and the Emperor to the palace, where there was everything he had prepared, as long as Zen let Yicheng, he could sit on the dragon chair justifiably.

In order to help Prince Zhou leave smoothly, a group of wicked people behind Yang Mingjing had rushed into the chaotic battle of Shaolin disciples, among whom there were many people with strong kung fu, so several Shaolin monks such as Master Bu were also restrained, unable to free up their hands to rescue Xi and the Emperor.

At this time, Yang Mingjing and Monk Sang Yu stood at each other with serious expressions.

"Master Mulberry, I didn't think you were dead?" Yang Mingjing said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks to you, I won't be able to die for a while. Monk Sang said calmly.

"What is even more unexpected is that you are deeply hidden, at that time in Wudang Mountain, I clearly remember that I couldn't absorb a trace of internal force on you, and I didn't think that I could have such skills after a few months. It seems that Shaolin martial arts are really profound and unfathomable. Yang Mingjing still looks invincible.

"Yang Mingjing, as a dignified disciple of Wudang, you have done such a thing to deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, are you worthy of the ancestors and ancestors of Wudang, and worthy of the dustless Taoist who raised you and raised you?" Monk Sang Yu stared at Yang Mingjing with sharp eyes.

Yang Mingjing glanced at the Dustless Dao Elder who was standing beside him, and said with a smile: "I didn't absorb his internal strength, which is worthy of his nurturing grace to me, but it's you, what is it, although I am idle." ”

Monk Sang Yi sighed and shook his head: "I can't imagine that the thunderous sword that was once a model of righteousness in the rivers and lakes and a generation of young leaders has degenerated into this appearance, it's sad and lamentable." ”

"Hmph, don't pretend to know me very well. The thunderous sword is not because others gave it to Wudang, in fact, everything is what I deserve, I have this ability, I have this strength. But look at this old man Wuchen, who nominally said that he would pass me on to the next position of head, but he still wants to continue to occupy the throne and refuse to retire, what does this mean? This is clearly looking down on me! This is an insult to me, a great insult!" Yang Mingjing said through gritted teeth.

"So you took refuge in the Chiyan Evil Ancestor, helped him destroy the Tianshan Sect, and then took advantage of the danger of others to suck out the internal force of the Chiyan Evil Ancestor's whole body? I originally thought you were forced, but today I finally understand that this viciousness is born in your bones. From the beginning to the end, you are not worthy of being a disciple of Wudang. Monk Sang said solemnly.

Yang Mingjing was shocked in his heart: Defecting to the Chiyan Evil Ancestor and killing the disciples of the Tianshan Sect were extremely secretive, how could the little monk in front of him know so clearly.

Slowly, Yang Mingjing began to look at Monk Sang Yu carefully.

Don't?

You are?

Monk Sang Yu sneered: "Don't guess, Yang Mingjing, see who I am?"

As soon as the words fell, Monk Sang Yi waved his right hand and took off the human skin mask, revealing a face that made Yang Mingjing hate it.

"Drink a pot!"

A wave of anger burst out from Yang Mingjing's body in an instant, and suddenly his feet sank, and the masonry on the ground around him immediately shattered, and flew into the sky with the strong wind.

This man not only snatched his woman, but also repeatedly sabotaged his own good deeds, every time he thought of drinking a pot, Yang Mingjing's anger rose to a higher level, and as his anger rose, his internal strength gradually rose.

In addition to the Chiyan Evil Ancestor, Yang Mingjing also absorbed the internal strength of many martial arts masters, so at this time, he is no longer the same as he was back then. Today, this momentum is earth-shattering.

But he stood still in the same place, unmoved, and the wind blowing from the opposite side kept swaying his clothes, but he couldn't tear them apart.

But the ground between the two was a mess, with broken bricks.

Seeing such a fierce duel, the people on the side did not dare to approach the battle circle, and each looked for other opponents on the periphery. Therefore, there are only three people left in the most central part of the sacrificial platform, drinking a pot, Yang Mingjing, and a dust-free road chief.

Although he did not back down in terms of momentum, his eyes were intentionally or unintentionally aimed at the dustless road chief.

He clearly understood in his heart that with his current skills, he could compete with Yang Mingjing, but if he added the Dustless Dao Master, he would definitely lose. You have to find a way to provoke it.

"Yang Mingjing, the grievances between you and me will be settled today, are you going to go on it alone or two people together?" said with a calm smile.

"Hahaha. After listening to this, Yang Mingjing laughed loudly, "You were not my opponent in the Hundred Herb Valley back then, and now you, even if you are refined in martial arts, you are just a mantis arm in front of me! ”

As soon as the words fell, the Dustless Dao Chief pulled out his long sword and stepped forward.

Drink a pot and secretly call it bad, I wanted to provoke Yang Mingjing to fight by himself, but I didn't expect the other party to let the dustless Taoist come to fight the first battle, even if he won this fluke, he would definitely lose more than win against Yang Mingjing, and he was really scheming.

In the midst of hesitation, the Dustless Dao Leader had already walked forward one by one, and the tip of the sword instantly came to the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the distance, and with a clang, the long sword was shaken away.

A tall man walked slowly, scanning the audience, and finally stopped at the body of a pot.

I also looked at him after drinking a pot, and my eyes met, full of indescribable feelings.

"Qingcang!"

"Hexuan!"