Money can really do whatever it wants

This night was destined to be a bloody night.

It is not an easy task to change the dynasty. Although Song Silan temporarily controlled the capital by means of thunder, but when the people of the world reacted, it was impossible for the princes from all walks of life to let him have good fruit.

Of course, this is only based on the fact that Song Silan is a human being. No matter how powerful this human being is, he will have no power to fight back when the world is sweeping down.

But he wasn't, Song Silan only hoped that those who had the right direction would come earlier, then he would have a reason to kill, human blood can always make him excited from the inside out, this point he It has been clear for a long time that earlier, he could restrain Ye Gucheng because of his scruples, but the longer the time, the more unbearable the desire, until today, he couldn't bear it anymore.

There are about four armies defending the capital, the imperial guards guarding the palace, the Jingzhou guards guarding the city, and the north and south camps outside the city.

These troops add up to about [-] people. Of course, it is impossible for everyone to obey Song Silan. He can use special means to control the imperial guards, but in a short period of time, he can control the [-] troops in the capital. In the hands, it is still a bit difficult to handle. It is not difficult to kill them, but the difficulty is to control them.

Especially the North and South Camps, which are iron-blooded divisions that have truly experienced battlefield killings, are loyal to the emperor, and are the least likely to rebel.

Song Silan originally wanted to kill all of them, but in the end he tried his best to control this idea, not killing them was more useful than killing them.

He personally went to the two camps and implanted the virus into the bodies of the two great commanders. Therefore, the people who had just received the news that they had ordered troops to enter the city suddenly announced their disbandment and went back to the camp to rest. up.

The people below looked at each other, each with their own thoughts, but these had nothing to do with Song Silan, he was feeling sorry for his two virus bodies.

It was not easy for him to research this thing, although the vague memory in his mind told him that the virus is a very powerful thing, which can turn all living things into corpses and then be used by him.

But at the beginning, the viruses he isolated from his body were just rubbish. They could indeed turn humans into zombies in memory, but those zombies, let alone their fighting power, were simply rotten creatures that would fall down with one poke. Meat.

After countless failures, he learned to be smart, and he changed his goal, no longer wasting time on those ordinary people, but set his sights on the martial arts people with deep inner strength.

Afterwards, the effect was remarkable, and the transformed Wulin people finally looked a bit like the zombies they remembered, although the virus in their bodies could only be transferred and could not be split and spread.

And the two he just used are carefully improved versions based on the original standpoint. Except for himself, no one knows that they are under control, even they themselves don't know, because, the real them, in the The moment the virus enters the body, it is already dead, and the only living thing in the world is a puppet controlled by humans.

This thing is not precious, but it is more difficult to get. He specially researched it for Ye Gucheng's great cause. According to his disposition, it is more fun to kill it. If you kill more people, kill them. Fear, the rest of the people will be honest, but Ye Gucheng wants to be the emperor, he must leave some people for him, and he can't be a lonely emperor.

Song Silan felt that he had considered him very well, and the rest was to wait for him to wake up and let him be the emperor.

Thinking of this, he kind of missed him, but before going back to see him, there were still some people who needed to be dealt with thoroughly, for example, Ximen Chuuxue.

Song Silan's whereabouts cannot be hidden from Song Silan, or in other words, as long as he is in the capital, no one's every move can be hidden from him, such as Ximen Chuuxue, such as those who appear to be submissive but secretly make small moves all the time.

It was only two hours before and after, and it was still dark, but the strong smell of blood had already spread to the whole city.

The imperial guards were so red-eyed that they killed each family at the place designated by the national teacher. There were noble families, old and important ministers, and royal family members, especially the clan members in the capital. Yes, from the old man with white beard and hair to the baby in the swaddle, they were all slaughtered.

Probably not many people could really sleep that night, almost everyone hid at home and shivered, fearing that disasters would suddenly happen to them, and the shocking change happened at this time.

The dull loud noise seemed to come from the depths of the ground, the ground was roaring, and the houses were shaking. Although they were afraid of the situation outside, many people still ran out of their houses, exclaiming as they ran: " The earth dragon has turned over!"

Is it Dilong turning over?Of course not.

At least Song Silan knew that this was definitely not an earthquake.

He stopped to find Ximen Chuuxue, waved his sleeves and sneered: "I actually underestimated you."

However, the price to pay is not small.

Numerous miasmas emerged from the ground, and a drowsy mist enveloped the entire capital, and the moonlight of Zizania was gradually stained with blood, which was cold and ominous.

"What is this?!" Someone yelled, "Monster, don't come here, ah——"

"They're eating people! Run!"

"There's a ghost!"

"The moon has turned red, heaven, heaven and earth!"

The entire capital was in complete chaos.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't know that he was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe. With a swing of his long sword, he chopped off the head of a rotting corpse, then bent down and picked up the crying little girl, and walked into the nearest room. There was a couple hugging each other and looking at him anxiously.

He stuffed the child in his arms to the couple, after thinking about it, he gave them the amulet in his arms.

"Hide and keep quiet."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went out, closing the door tightly.

Although the rotten corpse looks a little disgusting, it is not difficult to kill in the hands of people who know martial arts. What is difficult is the ubiquitous ghost miasma.

After Ximen Chuuxue saved several people in a row, he jumped onto the roof.

As far as the eye can see, there are scenes of hell everywhere. In the killing tonight, there is more blood of ordinary people.

Although Ximen Chuuxue has a cold personality, he never thinks that he is a good person, and his sympathy is absolutely overflowing, at least he does not have Lu Xiaofeng's compassionate heart, and the hearts of sword practitioners are as cold and hard as the swords in their hands.

But his heart was cold, but his blood was hot. Seeing such a tragic situation, he lost his composure after all.

【what is going on? !Where are you? 】

【coming. 】

The sound of the dragon's chant resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the huge golden dragon swung its head and tail, soaring straight into the sky.

The slender body shuttled through the mist, and all the evil spirits it passed were temporarily suppressed.

Looking at the shocking beauty in the sky, while everyone's eyes were fascinated, their fears were all appeased, and then they knelt down one after another.

"Well, that's a human!" The man with good eyes suddenly said, "There is someone on the dragon's back!"

After the people who had just been intimidated by the golden dragon itself recovered, they all noticed the person on the dragon's back.

"It's a human! Immortal, immortal!"

Therefore, those who bowed down became more sincere.

At this moment, the "immortal" on the dragon's back spoke, his words were clear, his voice was obviously not very loud, but it seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

"I am Emperor Jingshen of Daqing. Today there are evil spirits causing troubles, causing troubles in the court, and killing my life. Now I am in a state of misery. Fortunately, God blesses me and saves me from the dragon. I am lucky to survive. Peaceful."

With a majestic voice, in this desperate moment, a tranquilizer was injected into everyone's heart.

"Long live Your Majesty!" someone shouted.

"God bless Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty."

"Slay the evildoer!"

In the hell full of fire and blood, everyone knelt down on the ground, shouting long live, and the fear in their hearts was reduced by half, because they had a backbone, and their majesty would give them peace.

Song Silan snorted coldly, "Pretending to be a ghost!"

He stretched out his hand, and a huge black shadow condensed into shape in mid-air. The black shadow roared, covered in lightning, and roared towards the golden dragon and the people on its back.

"what--"

While exclaiming, the golden dragon raised his head to the sky and screamed, and bumped into it head-on without showing any weakness.

Boom—Amidst the huge sound, the black shadow collapsed and was as fragile as a piece of glass. The people below were stunned for a moment, and then burst into loud cheers.

Long Live His Majesty's voice was louder and louder.

But no one knew that the long live His Majesty they were talking about had lost all the sacred power just now. He lay on the golden dragon's back in a shapeless manner, holding a piece of dragon scale tightly with both hands, and the tiger's mouth was cut by the sharp scales. There were two wounds, and blood flowed out, dyeing the dragon scale golden red.

The emperor has been named the prince since the day he was born. He has never been injured since he was a child. A small wound on his body means the lives of countless people below him, and no one dares to let him get hurt.

In the days when he was struggling to survive alone, relying on luck and the dragon spirit on his body, he didn't dare to get close to him, and he also avoided things like carrion. Except for being lonely, he really didn't suffer any physical harm , as he said, probably the spirit of the ancestors in the sky protected him.

For the first time in his life, a person who has never suffered from flesh and blood sees his own blood flow out. It feels a bit strange, but then comes the pain, but he still dare not let go, he is afraid of falling. The emperor who fell from the back of the dragon and was killed will definitely be recorded in the annals of history and laughed at for thousands of years.

Therefore, even death cannot fall.

Jin Long shook his tail, and a childlike voice sounded in his mind, 【Well, can you stop tickling me. 】It's really itchy.

If possible, the emperor really wanted to roll his eyes at him regardless of his appearance. He patted the dragon scales under his body and said in a low voice: "Have you forgotten Mr. Qin's warning? Don't love to fight." The most important thing is to protect my safety!Come on again, I will definitely go to see Hades with my mortal body.

As if thinking of something, the golden dragon shrank its head without a trace. It regretfully glanced at the black shadow that had once again condensed, tried its best to restrain its fighting spirit, and flew towards the direction of the imperial city.

"Want to run?!"

The black shadow stretched its limbs. Its body looked no smaller than a golden dragon. The black shadow raised both hands high, and the huge ax slashed down with its roar.

The golden dragon didn't dodge, and the giant ax was about to hit it. At this moment, the golden light rose sharply, and Qin Mo formed seals with both hands, and raised his head to cover the little golden dragon with a shield.

The giant ax seemed to have struck the hardest rock, leaving behind a series of sparks. In just this split second, the little golden dragon carried the emperor to the ground safely.

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and desperately hoped that such an air journey would never happen again in his lifetime.

"I underestimated you." A harsh voice came.

The emperor raised his head suddenly, and under the night, under the glazed green tiles, a black figure stood facing the wind, almost blending into the fog behind him.

The other party's eyes only passed over him casually, and soon fell on Qin Mo, but just such a light glance made his whole body stand on end with chills, and his alertness reached the highest point.

Although he had never met him, the emperor knew who he was, so he stole the beam and changed his position, making him almost never come back, disturbing Chao Gang, and the culprit who caused all this-National Teacher Song Silan.

"I underestimated you too." Qin Mo looked back calmly, "I underestimated your ability."

It is a big mistake to underestimate the enemy.

Song Silan shook his finger, "I didn't underestimate your ability, I just underestimated your cruelty."

"Knowing that breaking the formation will make everything there come true in reality, I thought you might be worried. After all, aren't all those great heroes who worry about the country and the people like this? But you broke the formation so quickly. "

He frowned. Judging from the time, the other party really didn't hesitate at all.

Song Silan admitted that when he was thrown into the formation, he wanted to watch the other party play. The dilemma of a righteous man is very interesting, isn't it?

If he doesn't break the formation, the opponent will be trapped inside forever. To him, he has eliminated an enemy. If he breaks the formation, it will be the people of the entire capital who will suffer. This situation is also what he likes to see. It's all good for him.

But even if he valued his own life more, he thought that the other party should at least hesitate for a few days, but now——

His brows frowned even tighter. Human beings are indeed hypocritical, which disgusted him to the extreme.

Qin Mo naturally didn't know what was going on in his heart, he just said indifferently: "I said that I am a great hero who cares about the country and the people?"

He is the savior of the world, not the common people.