And she herself and Nangong Yu entered the palace to meet that "old acquaintance" Hei Dharma for a while.
After all, Heisha is a master in the Nascent Soul stage, and his skills are weird. Except for Nangong Yu, there is really no one who can counter him.
After solving the problem in the palace, she and Nangong Yu walked through the monster forest and arrived directly at the Zhenwei army barracks.
Xuanwu didn't participate in the "Barbecue Conference" in Fenglongyu, so he didn't know about Zhenwei Army.
At this moment, he couldn't help wondering: "Master, why do we want to get involved with the Zhenwei Army?"
Everyone knows that the Zhenwei Army is the private army of the Ouyang family, if there is no soldier talisman and the blood of the Ouyang family, it is impossible to control the Zhenwei Army.
What kind of idiot prince, thinking that with the strong suppression of the Feng family and a few imperial edicts, he can turn the Zhenwei army into his own private army? It's a dream!
Just watch, he will only end up dead in the end!
Bai Hu laughed and said: "I said, Ah Wu, you don't know about this, do you? Now the Zhenwei army is not the private army of Ouyang's family, but our princess's?"
"What?! How is this possible?" This time, Xuanwu was solidly shocked.
The one hundred thousand Zhenwei army, although not comparable to the Iron Qilin, is also the second largest army in Jinling Kingdom! So... That actually belongs to the princess? How can this be
Baihu smiled even more proudly, as if he was honored, "Don't you look at who our princess is, what impossible thing has not been done by her? General Ouyang killed the Zhenwei Army before he died. The soldier talisman was given to the princess, and she personally promised that she would be the new master of the Zhenwei army. What's more, Ouyang Haoxuan, the only son of General Ouyang, also recognized the princess as his master. Do you think the Zhenwei army belongs to the princess? We want Don't take it back?"
Xuanwu slowly closed his mouth that had grown big from shock, and after a long time said harshly: "Yes! I must take it back!"
Since it belongs to the concubine, it means it belongs to the master. Since it belongs to the master, how can the group of grandsons of the Feng family take it.
To take it back, we must take the Zhenwei Army back!
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In the Jinling Palace.
At this time, the night was dark, but the palace that was supposed to be brightly lit was dead silent, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Only the palace where the imperial study was located was still brightly lit.
It's just that around the palace, every entrance and exit is guarding the people of Feng's family, so that those who are locked inside can't see any way out.
Shangguan Wenji was tied up by the thousand-year-old black iron at this time, and thrown in a corner, his face covered with dust and blood stains had already faintly revealed a dark and lifeless look.
However, his eyes were fixed on the cloaked man not far away, his red eyes were full of hatred, and he wished he could gnaw his flesh and bones.
In the lobby not far away, people bound by gangs were thrown to the ground one by one.
Some of these people were his children and concubines, some were palace guards, and some were eunuchs.
Each of them is a martial artist with some cultivation bases, but now, these cultivation bases have become their cruel reminders.
Heisha sat alone on the dragon chair, crossing Erlang's legs leisurely.
And above him was a gray-black flag floating, which was continuously drawing souls from a twitching dying warrior on the ground.
As the soul in his body was completely emptied, the warrior rolled his eyes and turned into a corpse.
Moreover, if he loses his soul, he will not be able to reincarnate from generation to generation, and will disappear into the world like ashes.