Strictly speaking, closing the mountain gate and assassinating Zhang Yi is an unprecedented civil strife in Xianfuzong. No matter which side wins, it will completely change the direction and destiny of Xianfuzong in the future.
In addition to these battles about Zhang Yi, there were also many battles or confrontations in Xianfuzong.
From Li Daoji's appearance, breaking through several Taoist talismans with his sword, and killing Cheng Qingye, to the time when the black-robed old man was truly persuaded by the Sect Master of the Immortal Talisman Sect, this civil strife has really ended.
Opinions have been unified, and there is no more fighting or confrontation.
Dying does not mean real death. Several practitioners of the Immortal Talisman Sect who are best at healing appeared from various places. When taking over from Li Daoji to treat Zhang Yi and others' injuries, they all looked at Chen Xing with inexplicable eyes. The cold corpse.
What they were thinking at this moment was Chen Xingchui, who they were supposed to be treating.
Zhang Yi was carried out from the Chuitian Palace, and he was also being treated after passing through. However, when Su Qin was not as seriously injured as him, he lifted his body up as hard as he could, thanked Su Qin, and couldn't help asking, "Why are you helping me?"
Even though he had the friendship of the same family in the past, from Su Qin's departure from Changling to this Immortal Talisman Sect, he knew that Su Qin would never regard him as a friend, especially not risking his life to save him.
In his opinion, this is absolutely abnormal, even impossible.
Su Qin looked at him indifferently, a slight sarcasm gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of Changling.
"You may not have heard that your junior brother Ding Ning has died." He said slowly, with a hint of pleasure.
Zhang Yi's body stopped at this moment.
He kept a slightly raised posture and stopped there.
For a dying person like him, it might be more difficult to maintain such a posture than to sit up.
However, he was like this, as if it had nothing to do with his physical state, he stopped there.
"What did you say?"
Zhang Yi didn't seem to hear clearly, she looked at Su Qin and asked.
"Ding Ning is dead."
Su Qin didn't look at him, but laughed, "He was used on the battlefield to break the seal of the Tianliang Ancestral Land, and he died in the Tianliang Ancestral Land. It is because of his death that I have to save you .Because at least for now, I am only valuable to the mistress of Changling, only if you are still alive."
"I am only valuable if you are alive." Su Qin repeated this sentence, and then laughed at himself coldly: "Otherwise I am a dog that was thrown here at will."
"impossible."
Zhang Yi suddenly struggled, he wanted to sit up and ask Li Daoji, but this kind of struggle made him fall heavily on the stretcher.
"Except for the fact that you have obtained the sword scriptures of the Minshan Sword Sect, the only reason to kill you is because Ding Ning is dead. From her point of view, keeping you is a future problem. If you kill you, there is no need to worry about Ding Ning's feelings."
Su Qin turned his head to look at Zhang Yi who could barely breathe, and said indifferently: "Otherwise, why would I kill you?"
There was tearing pain in Zhang Yi's chest and head. All his rationality, including his intuition, told him that Su Qin was not lying, but he still couldn't believe it. He exhausted all his strength and shouted, "Mr. uncle!"
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Yan Palace.
Outside the imperial study is the imperial garden.
There is a road paved with white jade passing through the imperial garden, with white jade as a bridge, across the pond.
The dragon, phoenix and auspicious clouds are carved on the white jade, which is beautiful and peaceful on weekdays, exuding majesty.
But at this moment, the imperial garden is covered with fragments of corpses and fragments of weapons. Except for the imperial study and the white jade bridge that finally leads to this imperial study, the rest of the scenery has been torn apart by the vitality of heaven and earth. It was completely out of shape.
Thick blood plasma overflowed the embossed pattern, floating with fragments of flesh and internal organs, as if laying a thick blanket on this garden.
Several powerful practitioners had all kinds of terrible wounds on their bodies. The vitality of the heavens and the earth around their bodies was turbulent uncontrollably, changing all kinds of brilliance and clouds, making them look like gods and demons, but Their eyes were full of despair and anger.
The halls and roof tiles around the palace reflected the chilly light of weapons and talismans.
These flashes of light seemed to form waves, with an extremely heavy thickness, oppressing their surroundings, turning this garden into the last isolated island.
The ground was shaking slightly, and there was a huge metal roar slowly approaching, indicating that some huge talisman weapons with huge lethality were advancing.
"Marquis of Zhongshu!"
A bright yellow figure appeared at the dilapidated gate of the imperial garden. Among the several powerful practitioners in the garden, one of them uttered an angry scream.
This is a white-faced, beardless middle-aged man, extremely handsome.
But the most important thing is that he is wearing a bright yellow Nine Dragon Robe.
In the Dayan Dynasty, this is the dragon robe that only Emperor Yan can wear, representing the only imperial power.
For the courtiers loyal to Emperor Yan, this is disobedience and blatant disrespect.
However, upon hearing such an angry roar, the white-faced man who appeared at the gate of the imperial garden covered with flesh and corpses smiled gently.
"It's already reached this point, do you still care about this?"
He looked at these practitioners with gentleness and sympathy, and at the same time looked at the imperial study with the door still closed with great sincerity and sincerity, and said, "Brother Huang, do you really want to wait until everyone is dead? Did you just come out and abdicate?"
His voice was very gentle, but shaking in the pool of blood, it seemed extremely cold-blooded and powerful.
The door of the imperial study room was still closed, and there was no response from inside.
Marquis of Dayan Zhongshu, the prince who was named far away from the other county, but suddenly returned to the imperial city to launch an unprecedented mutiny, did not get angry, but still smiled gently, and said: "I don't understand what you are waiting for? "
After saying this, his hanging right hand will be raised.
However, at this moment, a light but majestic voice came from the imperial study room.
"After the Lushan League, even though the new emperor of Chu ascended the throne, there was no rebellion. In terms of stability in the three dynasties of Chu, Yan, and Qi, my Yan is the number one. No one in other dynasties dared to rebel. I would like to know why only you These rebellious ministers dare to rebel in my Dayan."
Following this sound, the door of the imperial study room opened silently.
A figure of the same bright yellow appeared at the door of the imperial study.
Hou Zhongshu's pupils shrank slightly, but his gentle smile remained the same. He said mockingly, "Brother Emperor, do you want me to tell the truth... You are Emperor Yan, whether it is with the former Emperor Chu, or with Yuan Wu and others In comparison, they all have a fatal weakness, that is, your cultivation is the lowest among the emperors of all dynasties. Even the woman who is actually in power in Dachu today has a higher cultivation than you."
"If you don't have enough cultivation, it will be difficult to convince the public. Most importantly, you will not be able to curb other people's desire to assassinate you."
Zhongshu Hou paused, then smiled proudly, and said, "But if I become the new emperor of Dayan, there will be no such problem."
"Is it?"
However, what he didn't expect was that there was no despair on Emperor Yan's face, but a playful expression appeared instead.
Emperor Yan looked at him mockingly, raised his head slightly, and said, "My cultivation level is indeed the lowest among the emperors of all dynasties, but I am not stupid than them... The most important thing is that your cultivation level is not the lowest, either. My Great Yan Dynasty is the strongest. So someone dreamed of a mountain, but you didn't see anything."
Hou Zhongshu frowned unconsciously, he couldn't understand the meaning of Emperor Yan's words.
"I didn't come out until now, not because I was afraid or because I had a little luck, but because I wanted to see clearly how many people were really on my side in the end, how many people I usually trust, would on your side."
In Emperor Yan's voice, there was a trace of uncontrollable anger.
Zhongshu Hou's body suddenly felt a little cold.
An ominous feeling filled his heart.
His right hand was lifted up quickly.
However, at this moment, his body froze slightly.
A horrified cry sounded.
A thick blackness and a real chill gushed out from behind the imperial study room.
The entire imperial study room was easily torn apart like a thin piece of paper, and even the few practitioners who stubbornly guarded the imperial study room turned around, their eyes full of disbelief and shock.
Like a prehistoric monster emerging out of thin air.
Where the imperial study was located, a mountain appeared.
A true Montenegro.