"laugh!"
The sharp blade cut the skin.
Then, he cut through the fresh flesh and tendons and fell onto the bones inside.
Luo Qingzhou's speed is very slow.
It seemed as if it was deliberately torturing him, and as if it was waiting for something.
Nangong Yang's screams suddenly resounded throughout the Yongyan Palace.
Nangong Huoyue, who was standing at the door, finally woke up and immediately shouted, "Stop!"
The sword in Luo Qingzhou's hand paused.
Nangong Yang hurriedly endured the huge pain and shouted in fear: "Royal sister, save me! Save me! I don't want to die!"
Nangong Huoyue clenched the flame gun in her hand and said coldly: "Let him go!"
Luo Qingzhou slowly raised his head and looked at her.
Nangong Huoyue met his calm eyes. For some reason, the flame gun in her hand trembled slightly again. She paused, and her tone suddenly became gentle again, as if she was begging: "Sir, let him go, okay?"
Nangong Yang shouted hurriedly: "Luo Qing! Did you hear me? My sister asked you to let me go! Don't you listen to my sister? As long as you let me go, I will agree to anything you say! Even if you ask me to abdicate and give the throne to my sister, I will agree to it. I have decided to start from today..."
"laugh!"
Before he could finish, Luo Qingzhou grabbed his hair with one hand and swung his sword with the other, cutting off his head.
Nangong Yang's eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened, and the words in his mouth suddenly stopped.
"puff-"
The headless corpse knelt on the ground, blood spurting from the broken neck, instantly dyeing the black medicine juice on the ground and Qin Lang's broken body red...
At this moment, the whole hall was dead silent except for the sound of blood spurting out.
The sword-wielding girl at the window, Nangong Huoyue at the door, Yueying Yuewu behind her, and the royal guards outside the door were all watching this scene in silence.
"Gurgle..."
Luo Qingzhou let go of his hand, and the emperor's head, with his eyes wide open, rolled to the ground and was buried together with his elder brother's broken body...
“Swish!”
The sword in his hand pierced into the body of the emperor who was still kneeling in a pool of blood.
The sword pierced the heart from the broken neck.
The sword light flashed, directly crushing his heart and soul, and killing all his life force...
Luo Qingzhou then put away his sword, slowly raised his head, and looked at the figure at the door. His expression was still as calm as before: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I never show mercy when I kill people... Even if he is the emperor, even if you beg for mercy."
"Luo Qingzhou! You are committing regicide!"
Nangong Huoyue suddenly shouted angrily, flames leaping between his brows, and the flame gun in his hand suddenly "whooshed" and flames rolled out, and he threw it at him hatefully!
“Swish!”
The flaming gun shot towards Luo Qingzhou with anger.
However, he did not dodge, nor did he use any skills to defend himself.
"puff!"
The flame gun instantly broke through his protective wind, pierced into his chest, and directly sent him flying backwards. With a "snap", it nailed him to the cylinder behind him.
Nangong Huoyue's heart trembled and his face turned pale.
“Swish!”
The girl standing in front of the window, the sword in her hand suddenly turned into thousands of sword shadows, stabbing at her.
Nangong Huoyue froze in place and did not dodge.
Luo Qingzhou, who was nailed to the column, suddenly said, "Chanchan, stop it."
The sword tip that almost pierced Nangong Huoyue's throat suddenly paused and was retracted.
At this time, Yueying and Yuewu, who were standing behind Nangong Huoyue, finally reacted and hurriedly protected her.
The girl in front of the window, still holding the sword, stood motionless in front of the window, as if she had never left.
Her still clear eyes looked at someone nailed to the pillar.
Luo Qingzhou raised his hand, grasped the flame gun that was stabbed into his chest, and pulled it out with a "swish".
A stream of blood spurted out as the gun tip was pulled out.
Luo Qingzhou fell to the ground, and the expression on his face seemed to remain unchanged.
He held the gun, blood flowing from his chest. He paused for a moment, then walked towards the door, leaving a bloody mark with every step.
Yueying and Yuewu clenched the swords in their hands, their faces filled with tension and complicated expressions.
Yue Wu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in the Confucian robe in front of her, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Luo..."
Luo Qingzhou walked over step by step, and when he got close, he lowered his head and knelt on one knee.
Several people were stunned.
Luo Qingzhou held the flame gun in both hands, raised it up, and said with his head down: "Your Highness has been very kind to Qingzhou and the Qin family. Even if he wants to kill Qingzhou, Qingzhou will never dare to resist. But today, Qingzhou cannot die."
The whole hall was in deathly silence at this moment.
Nangong Huoyue's face was pale, and she looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face with angry and complicated eyes, and the fists clenched in her sleeves were trembling slightly.
At this moment, all the complicated emotions flooded into her heart.
Scholar... Grandmaster... Son-in-law... Regicide... Her husband... That woman's husband...
Suddenly, more footsteps were heard outside.
At the same time, the Queen Mother's frightened voice came faintly: "Has the assassin been caught? Where is Your Majesty? Is Your Majesty all right? Li Zhong! Li Zhong!"
"roll!"
Nangong Huoyue suddenly gritted her teeth and whispered this sentence, then snatched the flame gun from his hand, glaring at him hatefully, the expression on her face still extremely complicated.
Luo Qingzhou slowly stood up, lowered his head, and did not look at her again. Then he turned around and walked to the window and said, "Chanchan, let's go."
After saying that, he suddenly hugged her, his figure flashed, sank into the ground, and disappeared.
In the entire study and hall, there was no living person except corpses and blood on the ground.
Nangong Huoyue held his flame gun tremblingly, his blood still dripping from the red tip of the gun.
Looking at the place where he just disappeared, her expression was dazed for a moment, and suddenly her whole body was shocked, and her eyes looked back at the charred black in the room...
There was a burning smell in the air...
Her face instantly turned into a more complicated expression of surprise, weirdness, fear, astonishment, disbelief, etc.
"No... Impossible..."
Her voice was trembling and her face was pale.
At this time, Yueying suddenly said, "Your Highness, do you want to chase him? If you don't catch him, the crime of regicide..."
The captain of the Imperial Guards behind him immediately said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, I will immediately notify the outside world to close the palace gates, close the inner and outer cities, and then issue a wanted notice..."
“Swish!”
Before he could finish his words, the red spear in Nangong Huoyue's hand suddenly flew backwards, instantly piercing his throat and nailing him to the wall not far away.
Everyone was shocked.
Flames leaped between Nangong Huoyue's eyebrows, and the expression on his face suddenly became cold and grim: "The master of Zijin Temple, Taoist Zijin, practiced evil magic, suddenly went crazy, killed the king and killed people, and has been executed! The Royal Guards in the palace failed to protect the king, their crimes are unforgivable, and they will be executed on the spot! No one will be spared!"
Yueying Yuewu, as well as the female guards behind them, were all startled and said in unison, "Yes!"
Without waiting for the royal guards behind them to react, they suddenly rushed forward, raised their swords and killed one by one.
In an instant, blood splattered again in the broken main hall, and heads rolled everywhere.
Nangong Huoyue raised her hand, and the spear nailed to the wall returned to her hand with a "whoosh".
Her terrifying gaze turned towards the palace maids and eunuchs who were shivering in the corner...
"boom!"
When the Queen Mother hurried over with a look of horror surrounded by her guards, she suddenly heard a loud noise, and then the towering palace in front of her suddenly collapsed!
At the same time, a raging fire suddenly rose from the collapsed ruins and quickly spread throughout the entire palace.
When the Queen Mother saw this scene, her legs suddenly went limp and she collapsed in Changsun Wan'er's arms.
In front of the collapsed palace, snowflakes were flying and debris was flying.
The white-haired Li Zhong stood up from the ground, his body covered in blood, and stared at the scene in front of him with a dull look.
A figure in a bright red wedding gown, accompanied by dozens of blood-soaked guards, walked out of the ruins and stopped in front of him.
Li Zhong looked at the figure in front of him with a confused and complicated expression, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is that young man... your man?"
Nangong Huoyue's expression was icy, the flame spear in his hand flickered, he was stunned for a moment, and said heavily: "Yes."
The muscles on Li Zhong's face twitched slightly, and he stared at her in disbelief for a moment, then suddenly sighed and said, "It's all God's fault. If Your Highness was a man, and His Majesty had half of Your Highness's ability, why would things have to come to this?"
Then he smiled bitterly and said, "I am ashamed of the late emperor, I am ashamed of the late emperor!"
After saying that, a light flashed in his hand and he slapped the top of his head.
“Swish!”
Nangong Huoyue's spear suddenly blocked his palm and said coldly: "Since you feel guilty towards the late emperor, you have no right to die here. If you die like this, how can you face my father?"
Li Zhong looked at her sadly.
Nangong Huoyue also looked at him, and said coldly: "Now the demons are causing chaos on the border, and other countries are also eyeing them covetously. Today, the emperor passed away, and Da Yan is bound to be in turmoil, and many forces are ready to move. Li Zhong, if you die now, even I will look down on you. As a master, why don't you keep this life and help me and the queen mother stabilize the situation, so that Da Yan can return to peace, so that the people will not be destroyed and displaced because of war?"
"In this way, you can atone for your sins and be worthy of my father!"
Li Zhong lowered his head and suddenly smiled sadly: "This old slave has seen too many things today. Others are dead, but this old slave is still alive. Your Highness, are you assured?"
Nangong Huoyue put away the flame gun in her hand, looked at the empress dowager who was trembling in front of her, and said with a cold and majestic look: "If I was worried, I would not say so much nonsense to you. If you still want to die, then you can commit suicide in front of the empress dowager."
After saying that, he walked down the steps, facing the wind and snow, and walked towards the Queen Mother.
The Queen Mother staggered and cried, "Huoyue! Huoyue! Where is His Majesty? Where is your brother? Has he come out?"
Nangong Huoyue looked at her frightened and panicked appearance, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to help her, but after a pause, he took it back, looked at her with cold eyes and said: "Dead."
When she said these two words, for some reason, she suddenly felt an indescribable sense of pleasure and hatred in her heart.
Snowflakes are floating slowly in the sky.
She removed the protective wind from her body, letting the cold snowflakes fall on her face, and she felt the slightest bit of white coolness.
The clean wedding gown was covered with filth.
Today is her wedding day.
at the same time.
Luo Qingzhou, who was traveling underground, did not escape from the palace, but came to the underground secret room where the emperor once practiced.
He planned to go there to bandage his wounds, take a rest, and see if there was anything else hidden inside.
The communication token on his body was vibrating all the time.
When he reached the barrier-covered passage, he had time to take out the communication certificate and check the message on it.
At this time, Xia Chan squatted beside him, silently helping him treat the wounds on his body.
There were actually dozens of messages on the communication letter.
In addition to the message sent by Uncle Linghu, there was also a message sent by Master Fairy Zixia.
The wedding procession and the people from Lingxiao Sect have already arrived at the inner city, and people from other sects have also arrived. According to the rules, before entering the palace, he needs to get out of the sedan chair, bow to the palace and the gathered people, and then ride a white horse into the palace.
The groom in the sedan chair now is naturally Uncle Linghu dressed up.
So at this time, they were all very anxious.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the messages, pondered for a moment, and replied: Uncle Master, please wait a little longer, I will be there soon.
The emperor passed away and such a big thing happened in the palace, the eldest princess's wedding definitely could not take place.
But Chu Feiyang must show up.
Even if it was just for Lingxiao Sect, he had to go.
Of course, this also carries certain risks.
If the Princess...
But he had to go and see with his own eyes the other party's attitude and the current situation in the palace before he could feel at ease.
If the situation is not right, then he and his family will have to move far away.
Anyway, he has reached the level of a master now, and there is always a place for him to stay in this big world.
The message came back quickly: Something seems to have happened in the palace? Where are you
Luo Qingzhou: Underground
Zhu Zhu: When will you come? Some people have already started to suspect me, and Prince Duan has also tried to test me several times. I can't go out, because I'll be exposed if I go out. No matter what you do, you must show up later, otherwise it will harm our entire Lingxiao Sect.
Luo Qingzhou: Uncle Master, I will send you a message when I get closer. There is a bridge over the moat of the palace. After crossing the bridge, find a way to make the sedan stay at the bridgehead for a while.
Zhuzhu: Good
Luo Qingzhou put away the message, lowered his head and kissed the girl who was squatting in his arms to bandage his wounds, and said softly: "Chanchan, do you still think it's fun now?"
Xia Chan's face was tense and she shook her head.
Luo Qingzhou asked: "What's wrong?"
Xia Chan stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the wound on his chest. She frowned and whispered, "You are injured."
Luo Qingzhou's heart suddenly felt warm and compassionate. He held her gently in his arms and was quiet for a moment. He couldn't help but think of his brother's miserable condition again. He said in a heavy tone, "Chanchan, don't tell them about your brother when you go back. Got it?"
Xia Chan nodded obediently in his arms.
"Let's go."
Luo Qingzhou held her in his arms, a light flashed on his body, and he entered the wall next to him and quickly shuttled towards the outside of the palace.
Soon, the two crossed the moat and came to the street outside.
"Chanchan, do you remember the way home?"
"No, I don't remember."
"It's okay, just wait for me here, okay?"
"oh."
Luo Qingzhou sent her to a secret room under the Southern Prince's Mansion.
It was here that he recuperated.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that the girl was afraid of the dark, so he quickly took out an oil lamp and several candles from his storage ring, lit them, and placed them in various corners of the stone chamber.
The dark stone chamber was soon illuminated by light.
The anxious look on the girl's face gradually calmed down.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a moment, then took the little fire fox out of the storage ring, put it on the ground, and said, "Chanchan, let it accompany you, then you won't be afraid. Remember, this little fox may be a little fierce, so don't let it bite you."
Then he grabbed the little fire fox's ear and warned: "If you dare to bite anyone, I will peel off your skin when I come back!"
After saying this, he didn't dare to waste any more time and immediately left the stone chamber and walked through the wall.
The little fire fox stood in the stone chamber with his eyes wide open and a confused look on his face.
Xia Chan stood nearby, also opening her eyes wide, and they stared at each other.
After a while, the little fire fox took the initiative to walk towards her and looked at her curiously.
Xia Chan gradually relaxed, squatted down, stretched out her little hand, gently stroked its head, and whispered: "Little, little fire fox, don't, don't bite Chanchan, okay?"
The little fire fox seemed to understand and nodded obediently.
Luo Qingzhou traveled quickly underground and soon arrived under the moat.
After sending a message to his uncle, he moved upwards. When he was about to reach the ground, he immediately released a wisp of his soul to check up.
The wedding procession seems to have not arrived yet.
He waited for about half an incense stick of time before the sounds of gongs and drums gradually approached.
Soon, the sedan chair stopped at the bridge head.
Luo Qingzhou immediately restrained his breath and moved upwards cautiously. When he saw the sedan chair through the soil, he immediately moved up, grabbed the feet of the person in the sedan chair, and pulled the person down.
Before she could struggle, Luo Qingzhou covered her mouth with his hand, bit her ear and said, "It's me, take off your clothes quickly."
Hmm? Something seems wrong.
Luo Qingzhou immediately looked at her face.
Fairy Zixia was lying in his arms, wearing the groom's bright red wedding gown, looking at him with wide eyes, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Evil disciple, are you going to betray your master and ancestors?"
Luo Qingzhou's whole body trembled suddenly, and he suddenly raised his arms, as if they were hot, and threw her out of his arms.
Fairy Zixia fell to the ground, lying there staring at him and saying, "Too much!"
Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, then hurried over to help her up, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, he said, "Master... Master, why is it you?"
Fairy Zixia snorted coldly and glared at him again. She untied the belt around her waist and said, "Your uncle said it's not easy to dress her up, so he asked me to dress her up."
Luo Qingzhou quickly turned around, facing away from her, and said, "Uncle Master, why don't you dress up?"
Fairy Zixia took off her wedding gown and said calmly, "Nothing special, just big breasts."
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
"Put it on quickly. You are Chu Feiyang now. Everyone in Da Yan is watching you. Don't cause trouble for my Ling Xiao Sect. Do you hear me?"
Fairy Zixia handed him the wedding gown in her hand and said seriously.
Luo Qingzhou quickly turned around to take it, put it on, and said respectfully: "Disciple knows."
Fairy Zixia frowned and couldn't help but sighed: "If you knew, you wouldn't... Forget it, let's not talk about it. Anyway, I regret accepting you in the first place. It's too late to say these things now. Anyway, Master's uncle likes you, and the sect treats you well. Don't let me down in the future."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Disciple will never dare to disappoint the sect, master, and the kindness of the ancestor."
Fairy Zixia's body flashed red, and she flew upwards, saying calmly: "And your uncle, if you let her down, she may not bother you, but I will not forgive you."
Luo Qingzhou quickly followed her and said awkwardly, "Yes, disciple will remember this."
The two of them moved upwards, one in front and one behind.
Just as we were about to reach the ground, we suddenly heard bursts of heavy and desolate bell sounds from outside.
“Dang-dang-dang—”
The bells rang one after another, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.
Fairy Zixia was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and looked at the figure who came to her side, and asked, "What happened in the palace?"
Luo Qingzhou shook his head and said, "Disciple doesn't know either."
At this time, the bell still showed no signs of stopping, and each sound became heavier than the last.
Fairy Zixia's expression finally changed.
“Swish!”
Her figure flashed and she flew straight out of the ground.
At this moment, everyone on the ground looked towards the palace in astonishment, with expressions of doubt and confusion on their faces, and no one paid any attention to her at all.
Luo Qingzhou also went up immediately and sat in the sedan chair.
"What's going on? What happened in the palace? Why is the bell ringing? It doesn't seem like..."
"No, this bell sound... could it be..."
"Look, there seems to be smoke in the palace. Although it is covered by the formation, you can still see some..."
The people from Lingxiao Sect, the royal wedding party, and people from other sects were all guessing with surprised and suspicious expressions.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou also poked his head out of the sedan chair and asked, "What happened?"
No one paid any attention to him.
Fairy Zixia looked at him sharply and incredulously.
At the same time, Linghu Qingzhu also came over from behind, turned his head and looked at him.
Luo Qingzhou came out of the sedan chair and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, looking through the formation on the city wall into the palace.
At this moment, the palace gate suddenly opened.
A member of the royal family, riding a white horse and wearing a white cloth on his head, suddenly ran out crying and shouted, "Your Majesty, he has passed away!"