The capital of Zhaoqin was bustling with traffic and people.
With the utmost restraint of the royal family and Prince Yan, the civil war only existed in the world of immortal cultivation, and the disturbance did not spread to the secular world. Pedestrians passing by on the street were unaware that a game was taking place in Tianzi Mountain to decide the ownership of Zhao Qin.
Even less clear is that Crown Prince Jiang He, who had been missing for several months, returned to the capital to which he was loyal, but was denied entry into the Imperial Observatory because his entry and exit permit had expired.
Boom~~~~
Before the Si hour, the sky changed drastically and rumbling thunder came from the distant sky.
The weather was fine and cloudless just a moment ago, but suddenly dark clouds descended and covered the entire sky above the capital.
For a time, everyone in the mighty city, from the monks to the common people, even the horses and livestock, felt a strong sense of oppression.
"What happened? Did the rebels reach the capital?"
"Don't talk nonsense. We are the wise rulers of Zhao Qin, and we have Prince Yan to protect us. We have a vast territory and a three thousand year national fortune. They are just bandits. Calling them rebels is an exaggeration."
"That's true, but I heard that Prince Yan and His Majesty have been having a bad relationship recently. His Majesty is so angry that he hasn't attended court for several days."
"I have heard that, but Your Majesty is not attending court because he is diligent in his practice."
"You two stop gossiping, there's clearly trouble in the harem..."
The oppression came quickly and went away quickly. The people of the capital, who had not experienced war for many years, soon forgot about it. Those who wanted to drink tea drank tea, those who wanted to listen to music listened to music, and those who wanted to eat porridge continued to eat porridge.
Outside the capital.
Clouds gathered in some areas, and there was rainfall in a small area.
The two figures stared at each other silently. One side was from the Imperial Observatory in black. The woman leading them was a pretty face like lotus and eyebrows like willows. She was dressed in a black brocade robe and had a trim and graceful figure.
The Great Stele Mantra, Xue Yang.
On the other side, Jiang He, who acted according to the plan, was protected by three Mahayana masters. Being the bait, he was not afraid at all, but he felt a little uneasy when he sensed the powerful aura hidden in the dark.
It’s too little. The assets of the Imperial Observatory are far more than that.
"Master Xue."
"Your Highness the Fourth Prince is so polite. I am sorry that I cannot perform the salute because I am wearing armor." Xue Yang said coldly.
She was wearing a light black dress, without even a piece of leather armor on her body, so it was hard to tell where the armor came from.
Jiang He is not Lu Bei. He is a well-educated and principled crown prince who will not say anything mean. He rubbed his hands together to help Xue Yang lift up the front armor. He was not angry when he heard it. He nodded to the three Mahayana bodyguards and walked forward alone.
"Fourth Prince, please stop. I have orders to obey. If you come any closer, I will have to capture you." Xue Yang held the straight knife horizontally, shook the blade lightly, and the cloud of energy flowed out.
As she drew her sword, hundreds of black-clad men from the Imperial Observatory drew their weapons.
Although the Imperial Observatory received royal funds, they were only responsible to Prince Yan and did not recognize the nominal emperor of the royal family. Therefore, even though Jiang He had the title of crown prince, Xue Yang only recognized his identity as a prince.
Even offering money for changing one's words won't work unless Prince Yan nods first.
"Lord Xue, could you tell me what other orders Prince Yan has given?" Jiang He drew his sword, the Dao aura bless the sword, and a faint golden light rose from his body.
The golden dragon of luck.
With the great perfection of the fusion stage, he faced the pressure from the Mahayana stage cultivators head-on, all thanks to the protection of this dragon energy.
Seeing the dragon energy, murderous intent flashed in Xue Yang's eyes. Just like the black-clothed people in the Imperial Observatory, she had regarded Prince Yan as her idol since she was a child, and she wanted Prince Yan to obtain the divine weapon. She regarded Jiang He as a thorn in her side and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.
In the end, Xue Yang did not take action.
She closed her eyes to dispel the murderous intent and said coldly: "Prince Yan has ordered that the battle of Tianzi Mountain will decide the outcome. The Fourth Prince is courageous. Prince Yan is willing to ensure that you ascend the throne."
Jiang He stood there in a daze, and the Taoist charm hidden in the sword's edge slowly faded away.
The switching tactics was learned by Prince Yan in advance, and it succeeded and failed.
He looked far in the direction of Tianzi Mountain, put one hand behind his back, and gestured to the three Mahayana masters. It made no difference whether he lived or died, and they should quickly go to Tianzi Mountain for reinforcement.
"If you leave, don't blame me for being ruthless." Xue Yang snorted coldly. If one of you leaves, Jiang He will die without a burial place today.
The three Mahayana masters smiled bitterly and shook their heads, as if they could leave if they wanted to.
The space was blocked, the void was completely cut off, and the four Mahayana masters hiding in the dark were watching covetously, and every move they made would result in tremendous pressure.
Jiang He felt tormented in his heart, and as he was doing so, he simply sat down and took a nap.
Being an emperor is tiring, and so is being a crown prince. I have already said that Prince Yan is more suitable than anyone else, but you insist on pushing him to the top. Isn't this disturbing the peace
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The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it.
Jiang He and his group were successfully blocked by the Imperial Observatory. They used bait to catch a big fish, but it was not as big as they had imagined. Unbeknownst to them, a dark shadow was slowly watching everything from the sidelines.
He was wearing a black robe and a black mask. A red lotus was embroidered on his collar, glowing eerily with a red light.
"Zhao Qin is worthy of its 3,200-year heritage. Even the throne can stop the internal strife, but without bloodshed, it cannot be considered a change of dynasty. Xuanwu, let me help you!"
The scarlet color of the red lotus faded away, and two red lines appeared on the black mask. The mysterious man touched the ring on his right thumb, and a strong demonic aura emanated from his body.
At this moment, a ray of white light turned on, instantly eliminating the darkness.
The force is controlled accurately, neither too much nor too little, and no excess energy is dissipated.
"Baihu, you are too nosy."
Lu Bei's boss among the grave keepers, Flat Blue Dragon, stepped out of the void, looked at the confrontation outside the capital, and said calmly: "You shouldn't be in Zhaoqin, did Yinglong ask you to come?"
"You shouldn't have, did the Emperor Ji ask you to come?"
Baihu turned around, looked up and down at Pingban Qinglong, and said with a smile: "How many years have you used this dead face? Are you ready to wear it until you are buried?"
"Did Yinglong ask you to come?" Qinglong emphasized.
"Of course not. Xuanwu and I are as close as brothers. His family is in trouble. How can I, as a brother, just stand by and watch?"
"Would you be so kind?"
"Hehehe, Sister Qinglong still understands me!"
Baihu laughed a few times in a deep voice: "The current Zhao Qin is lifeless and has no demeanor of a great country. It's all because Xuanwu is too rigid and has turned a good country into what it is now."
"Bai Hu, I will only say this once. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the future of Zhao Qin will be ruled by the Jiang family. You shouldn't do this!"
"Then I'll also say that the meanings behind these two Jiangs are completely different. Yinglong will not allow Xuanwu to fail!"
"You really followed Yinglong's orders."
"Why, you want to fight with me?" Baihu's eyes lit up, as if he wanted to have a good fight.
"I do have this intention, but it's not because of Zhao Qin, but because of the personal grudge between you and me."
"There is such a thing. I always abide by the rules. How did I offend my elder sister?" Baihu cried out that he was wronged, as if he was really wronged.
"Xiong Chu!"
Qinglong said in a cold voice: "You have crossed the line. You shouldn't have put your hands on my territory."
Last time in the Xiongchu Secret Realm, Baihu transferred two stars. Kuimulang was the soul of Kou Shuangyidao from Yunzhong Pavilion, and Lou Jingou was the evil side of Han Miaojun. According to the rules of dividing the territory among the gravekeepers, these two people should be absorbed by Qinglong and work under her.
"So this is the Xiongchu Secret Realm. These two are useless and will be thrown away after use. We are just going through the motions. No way, Sister Qinglong won't take it seriously, right?"
Baihu was even more innocent: "According to your logic, Zhuque also did it, why don't you go find him?"
"Bai Hu, do you really think I don't know what you're thinking?"
Qinglong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Xiongchu is a thousand-year-old divine dynasty that the Holy Land is very optimistic about. It is very likely to replace Xuanlong as the overlord. Yinglong also acknowledged this. You shouldn't go to Xiongchu to stir up trouble."
"Hehehe, Qinglong has wronged me. I made this arrangement just to cater to Emperor Ji's wishes."
Baihu smiled cheerfully: "There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Emperor Ji is optimistic about Xiong Chu and dislikes Xuan Long. I will add fuel to the fire between the two countries so that they have a chance to fight it out. What's wrong with that?"
"It's not your turn to meddle in other people's business!"
"Old woman, I called you sister twice, but don't really think of yourself as an elder. Is it your turn to tell me what to do?" Baihu's eyes were as fast as lightning, and the red light was bursting with murderous intent.
Qinglong was not willing to be outdone, and a purple vertical line appeared between his eyebrows.
In an instant, the space around the two of them collapsed, and they both fell into the endless void.
On the left hand side, a dark figure with ferocious head and horns appeared, and the demonic mist was venting without limit, stirring up the earth, fire, water and wind, erupting with a terrifying demonic power that could destroy the world.
On the right hand side, a huge banner in the void was swallowing up chaos, and a holy illusory image seemed to appear and disappear.
The distinction between black and white is clear, both sides are refusing to give in, and a war is about to break out.
Suddenly, Baihu took a half step back, retracted his demonic body, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I was possessed just now, but luckily Sister Qinglong helped me calm down. I will no longer be involved in Xiong Chu's affairs. I'll have to trouble Sister Qinglong to deal with the mess I left behind."
After saying that, he turned and left.
"I'm sick again..."
Qinglong stared at Baihu's disappearing back, knowing full well that this man had both devil and evil sides. The devilish side was dominant, making him a top-notch madman in the world. The evil side was dominant, making him one of the most evil people in the world. He often got so mad that he didn't even know who he was.
But this time, Qinglong felt somewhat regretful.
Before coming, Emperor Ji bestowed her with a magic weapon. If the White Tiger had not retreated at that time, she would have followed the rules among the tomb keepers and killed the White Tiger with the magic weapon, and even Yinglong would not have been able to find fault with it.
“What a pity.”
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"What a pity..."
Jiang Suxin stood in the sky above the imperial city, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and exclaimed: "This combined attack technique is quite powerful. If I hadn't read a few books on body refining in my spare time and made some achievements in my physical body, you would have succeeded."
opposite.
Jiang Li was covered in dust and dirt, his robes were torn and covered in blood;
Chang Wenyuan's black hair was scattered, his eyes were closed, and tears of blood fell on both sides of his cheeks. Fortunately, he was a handsome man with a solid foundation, and his description of embarrassment was also a high score of more than 90;
The long sword in Zuo Ziyue's hand broke, one of his arms drooped, his steps were unsteady, he staggered and almost fell.
The victory of three against one was secured.
But the person who secured the victory was not the right one, and things went slightly differently from the plan.
Jiang Suxin did not make any sarcastic remarks, but took out a Taoist book from her arms. On it was written in a vigorous and powerful style, with four large, simple and natural characters - the people of the world.
"All the lives of the common people are contained in this book. This king is not talented, but I am willing to spend my whole life to comprehend and learn the great strategies of the Holy Land!"
His eyes were stern, and his aura was as steady as a mountain. He looked at Zuo Ziyue intently, "Elder Zuo, show us the trump card given by Emperor Ji. If we cannot convince this emperor among emperors, even if I capture Zhao Qin, I will still suffer endless troubles."