Repugnant Gateway

In the cave, Qinglian's complexion kept changing and she sweated like pulp.

He sat cross-legged in the cave, and the beads of sweat on the forehead rolled down, and the whole person seemed to fall into the ice cave, and his body shivered violently.

"No, this won't work!"

His eyes were tightly closed, and what was still talking in his mouth was clearly at a very critical time.

At this moment, in his state of mind, Xuanyuan's influence on him has become greater and greater, and his own state of mind has been completely suppressed by Xuanyuan, and he is unable to break free, and the more this is, his mind will change The less firm you are, the less firm your heart is, and the greater the chance for Xuanyuan.

It seems that he has fallen into an infinite loop.

In that big city called Chang'an, the carriage was still galloping forward.

In the carriage, Xuanyuan looked at Qinglian with a smile: "I know you are still struggling, this state of mind is a piece of pure land for you. It seems to be tightly protected, but it is fragile. "

The carriage stopped, Xuanyuan kicked Qinglian off the carriage, and Xuanyuan flew over and hung on Qinglian's waist.

Qinglian fell down from the carriage, and those who were waiting for him at the gate of the palace couldn't help but smile, and the palace ladies who loved Qinglian smiled with their mouths smiling. I drank too much at one time, but even the appearance of falling was so unruly.

"Someone in the carriage, you want to kill your majesty!"

Qinglian growled.

The **** who greeted Qinglian opened the carriage curtain and looked inward, shook his head helplessly: "Mr. shouldn't drink so much wine, how can the liquor in the neighbourhood wine shop reach the aristocratic jade in the Shang Palace, if Mr. Alcohol is addicted and should be patient. Your Majesty prepared for you this time the wine from the tribute of the Western Regions. The slave-servant has seen it. The wine is like amber, and the smell is fragrant. taste."

Qinglian just roared uncontrollably, saying that someone controlled him to kill His Majesty.

However, everyone thought he was drinking too much.

The **** felt that Qinglian couldn't walk in anymore, and he beckoned to let the two guards come, and walked inside with Qinglian left and right.

Qinglian struggled constantly, punching and kicking, but the two guards were extremely powerful, holding his two arms and carrying them away, and his two legs kept kicking and kicking. What kind of strength.

Qinglian turned around and saw Xuanyuan's smiling face. He always followed behind him, walking with his hands behind him was disgusting. The more Xuanyuan looked like a bamboo, the more fearful Qinglian was.

The Tai Chi Palace is very large, and the big one is easy to get lost in this center of power.

Qinglian has been here more than once, spoiling her talents in that magnificent hall, one poem echoes between this wine and the throne, which is full of praise.

However, at this moment, Qinglian looked at the hall as a ghost gate.

The two warriors took Qinglian to the Taiji Palace of Taiji Palace. Qinglian did drink a lot of wine before, but forgot that the emperor had told him that he would have a big feast in Taiji Palace today. After drinking the wine, I have long forgotten the clouds outside Jiuxiao.

"What it looks like."

The great emperor Li Changxun looked at Qinglian who was walking in and walked outside the temple, but he didn't have any sense of anger. If he looked like other courtiers, he would have been furious already. This is the true disposition.

The emperor raised his hand subconsciously and stroked the sword box placed on the table. Among the sword boxes was a sword that he had built for five years and spent countless rare materials on it. This sword He is going to give Qinglian.

"Your Majesty, go!"

Qinglian stumbled in and screamed loudly as soon as she entered the door: "Someone controls me and wants to kill your majesty, it's black magic!"

Everyone laughed for a while, who believed in him.

This is already the best way Qinglian can think of. He is said to be controlled by black magic, but no one still believes him. Everyone thinks he is drinking so much that he has hallucinations. The first time I drank alcohol I was so crazy.

"You don't have to lie to me to tell me that I will believe you? Don't worry, I don't force you to write poetry today. Today's feast is just for you. It took me five years to build it. The sword will be given to you today. I know that you love the three things in your life, the first is poetry, the second is drunk, and the third is the sword. "

The emperor stood up and walked down the throne with his sword box in hand: "How are you, are you surprised?"

Qinglian turned back subconsciously and saw that Xuanyuan's face was almost on his own.

Xuanyuan stood behind Qinglian, stretched out two hands and grabbed Qinglian's hand, and firmly pressed Qinglian's hand to grab his Xuanyuan sword, and Xuanyuan sword trembled in bursts, as if he could always be himself Flying out like a murder.

At the same time, in the interior space of Stone Mountain on the East China Sea.

Tan Shan looked at the picture in the crystal wall with a comfortable face, and the smile on his lips became more and more proud: "Are n’t you going to come to see a big show? That person is Li Changxun, a great emperor in history If it was n’t for me to let that empire fall apart, it is likely that this empire will last for tens of thousands of years ... In fact, I also destroyed the Shun Kingdom before the Song Kingdom. "

His pride is chilling.

"Actually, during the strongest period of the Song Kingdom, it was barely restored to the level of the Shunguo period. One hundred years after the founding of the Songguo, the grain silos that Shunguo built at the beginning were still full, and almost all of them were moldy ... The two emperors didn't lose much to Li Changxun in terms of ability. It was just that this person was so tall that he caught his weakness and continually encouraged him to expand his territory. As a result, several fierce battles were fought, and the people's hearts were scattered and the military's heart was swayed. I also sold Shunguo ’s military intelligence to their enemies, allowing their army to be attacked, and one million soldiers were killed or injured in a battle. ”

Tan Shan slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "I have had such masterpieces too many times."

Yuan Yuan: "It seems that the retribution said by Buddhism really does not exist. If so, how could you survive so well?"

A snap!

Tan Shanse's wine glass smashed on Diao Yuan's forehead, and a stream of blood slowly ran down from her hair, mixing with the amber liquor.

But Diao Yuan was not flustered at all, nor was he afraid, but just stood there quietly, letting the blood run down and not rubbing it.

"You look angered and ugly."

She said lightly, for the first time in her eyes there was contempt.

Tan Shanse shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "As you say, this world has always been a winner ... Even if I succeeded in the end, I decided to keep you and let you except me all day long No one outside can see it. "

A trace of fear flashed in Diao Yuan's eyes, fleeting.

"The show is about to begin."

Tan Shanse poured himself a glass of wine again, sat down on the soft seat, tilted his legs, and looked at the crystal wall.

Among the crystal walls, Qinglian's two hands were grasped by Xuanyuan in the Taiji Temple, but he couldn't break free. He shivered and pulled the Xuanyuan sword out, and pointed at the emperor Li Changxun who was walking towards him.

Xuanyuan said softly in Qinglian's ear: "Tell me ... you are such a stunned monarch who is far away from the people!"

"I do not!"

Qinglian roared, and startled the emperor who was approaching, "Qinglian, what are you doing!"

Realizing that something was wrong, a group of Ouchi guards began to move quickly to surround the lotus.

In fact, the great song emperor Li Changxun's strength is regarded as one of the strongest mind repairers in the world. With Qinglian's skill, how could he be killed? What Xuanyuan is going to do is not to let Qinglian kill the emperor. This is the world of Qinglian ’s state of mind. What he wants is that Qinglian ’s state of mind completely collapses ... No matter what happens to Qinglian, the influence of the emperor Li Changxun on Qinglian Always branded in Qinglian's heart.

"I need to……"

Qinglian's expression was distorted, and the flesh on his face was also distorted. He clutched the Xuanyuan sword in both hands and pointed at the emperor: "I'm going to kill ..."

In the Stone Mountain on the seaside of the East China Sea, Tan Shanse felt like he was tense, and his hand holding the glass was slightly forceful: "Speak it out, speak it out, I will kill you!"

Inside the crystal wall is Qinglian's twisted face, which is very large, and all his expressions are clearly seen by Tan Shanse.

"Shout it out, I'm going to kill you."

In the hall, Qinglian shouted, and it seemed that a demon had penetrated into his heart, and he controlled him instantly. He opened his mouth and shouted: "I'm going to kill ..."

Poof.

Tan Shanmeng, who was watching this scene, stood up, and the wine glass in his hand was not stable.

With a puff, Qinglian was stuffed with a peach in his mouth. That peach was not too big or small. It just blocked Qinglian's mouth. The card was dead. The mouth was so wide that it was stuck. It was obviously not very good. Imagine that if the time of the card is a little longer, the mouth and joints may not be able to bear. Qinglian makes a humming sound, and the emperor is stunned. Where did this peach come from?

In the crystal wall, An Zheng's face appeared against the crystal wall, and opened his mouth and smiled: "Small talk, look? I know you look."

His face left the crystal wall and stepped back a few steps, grabbing Xuanyuan from behind Qinglian: "Which is not exciting to watch the palace drama, let me play one for you ... how about it?"

With a brush, his two hands respectively grabbed the left and right shoulders of Xuanyuan, and tore them to both sides, and Xuanyuan was directly torn into two pieces.

That was the last little bit of blood that Xuanyuan remained in this world. Ben was rooted in Qinglian's state of mind. He never thought that Anzheng would come in, and it was not the time to come.

An Zheng threw the corpse in his hand on the ground casually, squinting and said, "Are you looking good? I will tear it for you next time I go to you."

With a click, the wine glass in Shanse's hand fell to the ground and shattered.