Inside the Hall of Eternal Life.
Tang Huang was puzzled.
In his opinion, the blood-killing assassin used forbidden techniques in order to get rid of the siege of more than a dozen deputy commanders of the forbidden army, and his own state must be underestimated. At this time, the opponent has only two choices.
One is to escape from the palace desperately.
The second is to temporarily hide somewhere in the palace to recuperate, and then wait for an opportunity to escape.
But no matter which one chooses, the other party must be in the palace, and it is impossible to disappear out of thin air.
Emperor Tang had great confidence in the forbidden army in the imperial palace. These forbidden army were left behind by the old Tang emperor, and they were rectified by Li Sheng later. They can be said to be absolutely loyal. A first-rank grand master fell into the imperial palace like a fish caught in a net. It is absolutely impossible to leave quietly.
"Continue to search and arrest, if you want to see people, if you want to see people, if you want to see dead bodies."
Tang Huang pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "You can relax a little bit about the guarding of the Sifang City Gate."
"Slack?"
The Commander of the Forbidden Army heard the words and didn't want to understand for a long time.
At this moment, the blood-killing assassins are still in the palace, they should strictly inspect them, how could they be lax
"snort."
"He is trapped in the palace, and he must always want to leave. If this is the case, I will give him a chance."
Tang Huang Li Sheng sneered and said slowly.
"That's how it is, Your Majesty."
The commander of the forbidden army suddenly realized.
Tang Huang asked him to 'relax', not really relaxing, but deliberately showing flaws to lure the other party to the bait.
"correct."
"Multiple people go to the East Palace to inspect. No matter where the blood-killing assassin is, the third brother must not have any problems."
Tang Huang seemed to think of something, solemnly said.
"Follow the order."
The commander of the imperial army bowed and said, then slowly retreated.
at the same time.
The chief rudder of the Blood Killing Gate.
A gloomy man with murderous intent was sitting on the throne.
He is the master of this generation of Xueshamen, and he is also the last great master of Xueshamen.
Under the premise of the fall of the other three great masters, he must always sit at the helm of the Xueshamen to ensure that no accidents happen here.
After all, for two hundred years, Xueshamen has almost extended its hand to Zhuguo relying on its own martial arts myth. Will not move other small thoughts.
"For such a long time, there is no news about Xue'er, it seems that he missed it."
After a long time, the head of the Blood Killing Sect sighed and said slowly.
He also knew about the fact that the man with the blood mark went to the palace to assassinate Emperor Tang. He even gave the man with the blood mark the 'breathing-suppressing jade garment'.
As the treasure of the blood-killing sect, the relics left by the mythical patriarch, no one can embezzle it without authorization except the sect master.
Originally, the head of the blood-killing sect thought that with that 'breathing-suppressing jade robe', the man with the blood-color imprint should be able to escape the detection of the mythical martial arts statue in the palace and successfully assassinate Emperor Tang.
As long as the Emperor Tang dies and the Tang Kingdom is in chaos, everything that Xueshamen has paid will be worth it.
As for the martial arts myth sitting in the Tang Palace.
Anyway, Xueshamen secretly provoked the feudal lord, causing the martial arts myth to personally take action, and buried ten feudal lords and three top-ranking masters of the Xueshamen together thousands of miles apart, which was already tantamount to completely offending that martial arts myth.
In this case, even if Xueshamen didn't assassinate Emperor Tang, that martial arts myth would not be able to reconcile with Xueshamen.
"Sect Master, what should we do now?" The two guardians of the Xuesha Sect next to him asked in a low voice.
As guardians of the blood killing sect, although they are not extremely powerful, they are also at the peak of the first rank, but at this time, the voices of these two guardians have become cautious.
The two protectors knew very well that the sect master of the Blood Killing Sect is currently in extreme anger. If they say something wrong and annoy the sect master again, it may not be a good thing.
"What should I do?"
The master of Xueshamen lowered his head and thought for a while, then said in a hoarse voice, "Dismiss the disciples of the sect and distribute them all over the world."
This is also the last retreat for the head of the Blood Killing Sect who dared to assassinate Emperor Tang.
He knew that this move might completely offend the martial arts myth, but he still did it.
Because as long as the disciples of Xueshamen are scattered all over the world, the martial arts myth in the palace will have nothing to do with Xueshamen.
Although the martial arts mythology is invincible in the world, it is almost impossible to accurately identify the disciple of the blood killing sect from the countless people in the world.
Generally speaking, for a warrior who has just entered the mythology of the martial arts world, his spiritual thoughts can at most cover his body for more than ten miles.
Although a radius of more than ten miles is huge, it is not worth mentioning compared to the whole world.
Unless that martial arts myth is willing to spend hundreds of years, travel to every corner of the world, and use divine thoughts to search for disciples of the Blood Killing Sect.
But this is the most impossible thing.
Wulin Mythology itself has only five hundred years of lifespan, how could it be possible to pay such a high price to find the trouble of blood killing the family
"yes."
The two guardians of the Xueshamen next to them showed concern.
Xueshamen was forced to dismiss his disciples, and it was definitely the last moment.
"Master, when can we gather disciples again?" One of the guardians couldn't help asking.
"quickly."
The head of the Xuesha Sect shook his head and said in a low voice.
The martial arts myths of the past dynasties will hardly stay on this continent for a long time. After ten or twenty years at most, they will cross the sea and go away. It is an ordinary and true road to longevity.
And in ten or twenty years, the blood killing the door can completely afford to wait.
Tang Palace.
Youchunfang.
Su Qin naturally didn't know. Before he could make a move, the Xueshamen, which made all the nations fearful, took the initiative to dismiss the disciples.
Maybe even if Su Qin knew it, he would laugh it off.
The retreat of the master of Xueshamen may be useful for other martial arts myths, and it can help Xueshamen block the revenge of a martial arts myth.
But in Su Qin's eyes, it is not worth mentioning.
Other warriors who have just entered the mythology of the martial arts have their spiritual thoughts covering a radius of more than ten miles at most, but Su Qin is not a newcomer, but the Venerable Arhat who is close to the perfection of the fifth heaven.
In addition, Su Qin possesses the Eye of Reality and the art of celestial hope,
Relying on these two supernatural powers and secret techniques, Su Qin can completely see half of the Tang Kingdom in an instant.
To put it simply, if Su Qin is really going to target every disciple of the blood killing sect scattered all over the world, it will only take a few days at most, not hundreds of years.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill."
"The power of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants."
Su Qin sat cross-legged, and there was the faint sound of roaring dragons. If you look carefully, you will find that the breath flows, sometimes converging into a giant elephant stepping on the sky, but condensing into a golden dragon roaring up to the sky.
to the end.
All the aura quickly converged and merged into Su Qin's body.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has finally achieved great success."
Su Qin slowly opened his eyes with joy on his face.
(end of this chapter)