From Chapter Seven of Xuanjun

"Peng—"

With a violent blast, Shen Yi flew backwards involuntarily, spraying a mouthful of blood on the ribs of the umbrella.

As for Zhou Ji, he yelled like crazy, and the clarity in his eyes seemed to disappear at any time.

"Heretician king! Good! You are doing well!"

Chapter 211 If the heart is undefeated, the body will not die

"Heretician king!"

Zhou Ji's beard was flying, and his face was protruding with blue veins, twisting like an earthworm, with an indescribable ferocity and horror.

The Zizai Sky Umbrella and the pagoda resonated, disturbing the mind, and even Shen Yi extracted a wisp of strange energy obtained from Xuanjun's scriptures, and mixed it with the sword sent out by the murderous intent.Under such a pincer attack, Zhou Ji can still stay awake, which is already because he is in a detached state of mind.

"It seems that depending on you, you can't save the life of Invincible Under Heaven."

Shen Yi grabbed the flying pagoda, staggered two steps, stood firm, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, if you stop here, Invincible will not accompany you."

His whole body was stained with blood, at least there were more than twenty wounds on his body, his breastbone was broken into several pieces, and there were even bone stubbles protruding from his chest.

But at this moment, his aura is like a rainbow, his aura is not weak at all, and there is even a sound like insects crawling in his body, flesh and blood squirm, bones move, and he is gradually returning to his position and recovering from his injuries.

One step, two steps, Shen Yi walked forward, but instead of retreating, he wanted to walk directly past Zhou Ji, heading for the Taishi Tower.

This kind of behavior is undoubtedly the biggest provocation to Zhou Ji. He squinted his eyes slightly, and the clarity in his eyes seemed to be suppressed by this provocation.

But in the next moment, while suppressing the frenzy in his heart, Zhou Ji suppressed the idea of ​​killing.

It's just because Shen Yi's Buddhist twin body is known all over the world, although Shen Yi is now forced out of the forbidden law of the magic way, but his other body has never been released.

In other words, Shen Yi still has spare energy.

As for Zhou Ji, although he didn't suffer any injuries, he was conspired mentally. At this moment, it is too much to suppress the frenzied thoughts in his heart. He should be quiet and not move. .

If Shen Yi wanted to escape, then Zhou Ji might forcefully strike and save the opponent's life, but now that Shen Yi is so tough and still has strength, Zhou Ji was worried that he would not be able to kill people, and instead forced himself to go off the rails Bewitched, the gain outweighs the loss.

And...there is also the heretic king.

The person who gave him the pagoda was a heretic king, and he was definitely still nearby.If he makes a move himself and that person sneaks up on him, even if he can kill Wudi under heaven and avenge his son's murder, he will have to pay for his own life.

While thinking, the two approached, the distance gradually shortened, and the murderous intent became more and more prominent.

Shen Yi is heavy and quiet, gazing like an abyss, walking like a dragon, with a deep prestige hidden.The closer he gets to Zhou Ji, the more he hides his energy, like a dragon hiding in a deep abyss, ready to go.

It was like waiting for Zhou Ji, waiting for him to make a move.

Shooting?

Don't make a move?

Facing the madman, Baibang No. [-] actually hesitated in his heart.

But at the moment of hesitation, Shen Yi passed Zhou Ji and let out a sigh.

With this sigh, it was hard to tell whether it was a regret that Zhou Ji hadn't made a move, or a rejoicing that he hadn't made a move.But no matter what kind of karma, the result is already doomed.

——Zhou Ji lost his best chance to make a move.

One hesitation determined the final result.

Shen Yi walked farther and farther, leaving Zhou Ji's figure far behind him, and his aura gradually became disordered. The backlash of the demon's disintegration of Dafa continued, as if he had to destroy Shen Yi's body before he could give up.

But Shen Yi's face seemed to be exuding luster, with a sense of radiance.

"Bai Bang... Ha!"

With a chuckle, the fear and vigilance of the people in the white list was dispelled, and the understanding of the mind was revealed.

Even though he was defeated, his mind was extremely high, and even Shen Yi had an incomparably mastered feeling, as if he could control the world.

Even the "Secret Sutra of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun", which has always been difficult to control, has a feeling of being able to control it at will.

If the heart is not defeated, the strength will not be lost.

Shen Yi recalled the key formula when he was practicing the supernatural power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, and he felt touched, so he added another sentence to this key point, "The body will not die."

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and body, the five senses are connected to the heart, enlightening consciousness, and controlling the flesh and blood.

The body made a series of teeth-stinging sounds, and the recovery speed of the injury was faster. The blood flowed back to the body as if consciously, and the fragments that had been smashed into the body were engulfed by the flesh and blood.

Soon, on the surface, Shen Yi could hardly see any injuries.

brush-

He opened the Zizai Sky Umbrella and walked forward in the snow, while walking, he picked up the black iron pagoda and looked at it carefully.

'Heretic king...is he the one who wants to practice the Mara Sutra?Why did he help me? "

Zhou Ji should be acquainted with the outsider king, and the person who sent the pagoda should be the subordinate of the outsider king. Because Zhou Ji knew the other party, he thought that the other party would help him.But he didn't expect that the pagoda was not used to help him, but to help Shen Yi.

It was precisely because of the help of that pagoda that Zhou Ji's mind fell into a frenzy, almost crazy.

But if the heretic king wanted to help Shen Yi, why did Yi Lou Keqing Lin Feng Han Dao assassinate him earlier?

"I feel like the answer is coming soon."

Shen Yi held the pagoda, and his spiritual thoughts penetrated into it.

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It was snowing heavily, and the falling snowflakes fell on Zhou Ji's body, splitting scars one after another.

Zhou Ji completely disregarded the harm of the snowflakes and devoted himself to suppressing the evil. After barely suppressing it, he was about to leave immediately to evacuate from this dangerous place.

However, when he turned around, an extreme sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart. Immediately afterwards, five divine lights entered his eyes at the same time. Zhou Ji felt his body lighten and flew up like a floating cloud.

The true qi driven by the arms was suppressed, the powerful mental power was trapped in the sea of ​​consciousness, and even the body seemed to be shrouded in layers of shackles, with nowhere to exert strength.

He flew several feet away like a rag sack, and landed with a slam, struggling hard to get up.

"you······"

Zhou Ji fell to the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow approaching, "Wai... Dao King! How dare you betray His Majesty!"

"I have never been loyal, so why betrayal?"

The black shadow approached early, and the five divine lights of white, blue, red, black, and yellow also appeared in Zhou Ji's eyes at the same time.

"The chief clerk and the chief assistant stay behind closed doors, and you, Zhou Ji, have also fallen into such a situation. All the masters from Taishilou and Sanfasi have entered the palace. Outside the palace, no one can use him."

This he was obviously talking about Emperor Xuan.

"In the Xuanhuang School Palace, there are still scholars who are willing to die to be loyal, and in the Xuanqing Palace, there are also people who are enshrined by the royal family. Heretic king, no matter what kind of conspiracy it is, you will never succeed."

Zhou Ji gritted his teeth.

"Well, you don't need to worry about it."

The black shadow walked to Zhou Ji's side, and there were dragon patterns looming on the hem of the clothes that reached the ground.

The last thing Zhou Ji saw was a big hand glowing with five colors of divine light. The palm of that hand seemed to cover the sky and the sun, occupying his vision and consciousness.

Chapter 212 In Front of Ziwei Hall

Inside the imperial city, a faint stream of light flashed across, and Chen Tianyuan directly entered the palace with the method of teleportation.

At the same time, he used the real essence as ink to write talismans, and combined them into a criss-cross chessboard, followed by streamers of light, and a total of 21 black shadows appeared in the palace.

They wore black cloaks to conceal their figures, but when the night wind blew their clothes, the cloaks swayed, revealing the official uniforms inside.

These 21 people are all ministers in the court.

"Everyone, follow Chen."

Chen Tianyuan took the lead, holding the imperial decree, and led the crowd to Ziwei Hall, the place of the pilgrimage.

The guards of the Imperial Army wore armored stomachs engraved with mysterious runes, and stood on both sides holding long daggers. They stared at the 22 people who entered the palace at night with murderous intent. They killed people fearfully.

In front of the Ziwei Hall, the radiating energy in all directions seemed to be real, bulging out obvious ripples, and a huge gossip was spinning above the hall, manifesting various visions and colliding with the snow.

"Chen Tianyuan."

Among the waves of sound reverberating like waves, Tai Shihou, who has an elegant temperament but infinite power, appeared in front of Ziwei Hall. He was condescending, standing at the top of the Baishi Royal Road extending from the front of the palace to the square below, looking down at Chen at the end. Tian Yuan and 21 people behind him.

"Are you really going to rebel?" Tai Shihou asked like thunder.

"It's not a rebellion, but the side of the Qing emperor," Chen Tianyuan lowered his eyebrows and said flatly, "This world will still be the Zhao family's world, but it will no longer be the world of the single husband."

Contrary to the imperial court's words, Tie Ce's army will be lost to all, not only Dali will be destroyed, but Daxuan will also be destroyed.

So it can't be reversed, it can only be on the side of the Qing emperor.

As for how to clear the king's side, I can only say that everyone who understands understands.

"Da Li is eyeing you, you committed the crime at this time, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Taishihou's voice became louder and louder, and the huge eight trigrams spun, turning the vortex of vitality.

"The enmity in Youzhou has not been forgotten in three years. However, if another ten years pass, someone will abandon their blood feud and petition for peace. After another 20 years, the years will wear away the hatred, and the next generation will never experience that kind of parting. A small favor, a small favor, may make people feel grateful and call themselves the Holy King. If you don’t take revenge at this time, when will you repay it?”

Chen Tianyuan's voice is dull, not as grand as Tai Shihou, but he can support a world and keep everyone safe.

Time is on the side of Emperor Xuan. With the passage of time, hatred will be erased, and people with hatred will grow old and die, while the next generation, even if there are elders to teach them by example, they have not experienced that kind of suffering , After all, there will be a lack of real sense of blood feud.

But in the end, under the general situation of the court, this blood feud can only be let go.

Moreover, if revenge is not possible right now, Emperor Xuan will be able to extend his life for hundreds or even thousands of years with Long Yuan. At that time, it will not be that they seek revenge on Emperor Xuan, but Emperor Xuan will nip the disaster in the bud.

While speaking, a huge figure appeared behind Chen Tianyuan. His primordial spirit was out of his body, and he was dressed in a star-studded robe.

"Your Majesty, Chen Tianyuan, is ordered to enter the palace, please see Your Majesty."

Behind him, someone lifted the cloak, revealed his face, and bowed to Ziwei Palace, "Minister, Shi Zhongxin, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, please see Your Majesty."

"Chen, Jingzhao Mansion Yin Lanyue, please see Your Majesty."

"Sir, Zhao Mingcheng, minister of the Ministry of Industry, please see Your Majesty."

Officials one after another revealed their identities and bowed down before the royal road. Tai Shihou could recognize that they were all the people who appeared on the bronze mirror tonight.

Obviously, these people had no way to retreat after being exposed, they could only go to the dark all the way, and followed Chen Tianyuan to meet Emperor Xuan.

At the same time, the wind and snow in the sky suddenly fell silent, and countless drifting snowflakes moved in one direction, like countless petals, gathered on the top of the tower on the imperial city wall, and gathered on the palm of a person holding high.

The pure white color merged into a sphere, like a snow-colored sun, releasing endless killing cold light.

Sword God!

Tai Shihou stared at that figure, "Don't ask the sky."

Yu Taishihou, who confronted each other with momentum and faced each other across the air, turned out to be the master of Tianbang who is the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

In the past, Mo Wentian's actions to slay the dragon indirectly caused the catastrophe in Youzhou. He even sent Qi Jiuyuan to intercept Chen Tianyuan before, and he himself also went to Xuantian Zhenwu Dao to intercept the master-level powerhouse.

It can be said that Mo Wentian and Chen Tianyuan are indisputable mortal enemies.

But now, Mo Wentian appeared, this sword god was fighting against Emperor Xuan.

"Who is behind you?" Tai Shihou asked.

Is it the First Prince?Or the second prince?Or was it the third prince who had become a monk long ago?

Possible figures flashed in Tai Shihou's mind, wondering who else was hiding behind the scenes.

Mo Wentian didn't say a word.

The figure standing on the tower looked about 30 years old, dressed in simple white clothes, with long hair loose, and a neat face, neither handsome nor ugly, with a pair of clear eyes set off by a well-behaved face.

The palm of the raised hand fell down, and the pure white sun fell straight to the earth, bursting with a bang, the earth shook and the mountains shook, the sun shattered, and countless sword lights flew, beheading all the forbidden soldiers on the city wall, breaking open the city gate, and Countless sword marks poured down on the ground.

"Don't ask me."

The shadow of the sword flashed, and Mo Wentian appeared in the place where the sun fell, a sword weapon that was as transparent as crystal glass was inserted into the ground full of sword marks.

"Ask the sword."