The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

The two flew over from Yongling City, not much faster than the others.

When Yan Xun travels by himself, he relies on his companion magic python.

It travels underground faster than ordinary magic weapons, and it can automatically find its way without needing to spend effort on its own.

It's just that Yan Xun doesn't want to reveal his identity now, so naturally he won't take such a course of action. The magic skill he practiced is not the "Boundless Demon" of Prison Shura, and he can't cross two realms in an instant.

So the two walked together, Chu Yiyang flew as fast as he flew, and arrived at the imperial capital before sunset.

After arriving, the two first took a look at the scenery of the imperial capital on the mountain in the suburbs of Beijing.

It was not as gloomy as the mass graves outside Yongling City, but in the gap between day and night in the approaching evening, they did see the faint gloomy lingering in the imperial capital.

"The palace looks normal."

Chu Yiyang looked at the purple air that belonged to the Son of Heaven above the imperial city, it was very pure, without any strange color.

Looking at the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, the source of the dragon aura, which represents the aura of the dynasty, presents a faint dragon head shape under the two people's aura-watching spells, and there is no problem.

His choice was to go straight to Huanglong, and then go directly to the Eastern Suburb Imperial Tomb to investigate.

Now the palace is heavily guarded, and all the royal offerings should be in the palace. The guards of the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs will be much weaker, but before he wanted to leave, the system suddenly said: "Let's go to the palace first."

Chu Yiyang stood on Cangshan Mountain shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, with his back facing the vast expanse of pines, and beside him was Yan Xun who was waiting for him.

Hearing what the system said, he calmly turned his eyes back to the direction of the palace, and asked, "Why?" Is there anything worth visiting there first?

"Remember the glove you didn't see in Qingye Mountain City?"

The system asked, if it could tell him to go, it was naturally not aimless, "I found another one in the palace."

After Chu Yiyang entered this world, seized the opportunity, and found the glove with the information difference, the system entered its information into its own database. Now, as soon as it came to the imperial capital, it immediately sensed the imperial city. There is a matching one among them.

It is very clear that for Chu Yiyang, that heavenly magic weapon is more effective than any other magic weapon in his hand, even surpassing his natal golden bell hairpin.

Sure enough, when the system said that the other pair of gloves was actually in the imperial city, he immediately changed his plan.

"Go to the palace first." Chu Yiyang withdrew his gaze from the imperial city under the sunset, turned around to meet Yan Xun's gaze, and explained to him, "There is something I need in the palace. Go to the Imperial Tomb."

"Okay." Yan Xun didn't raise any objection, "You can do whatever you say."

Aside from other faults, he is indeed a good companion, so the two of them stood outside the palace wall at this moment.

From the news of the emperor's illness to the sudden death of the noble concubine and the haunting of the imperial city, countless monks who came to the imperial capital actually wanted to go in and find out, just to save face for the imperial family...

No, rather than saving face for the royal family, it is better for Kunlun and Yaochi, so none of the monks who came to the city broke into the palace.

But who are Chu Yiyang and Yan Xun?One doesn't mind using any means to achieve the goal, and the other is a demon who never cares about others.The rock-solid palace walls couldn't stop them, neither could the footsteps of the patrolling troops inside, nor the powerful aura connecting the royal family's offerings and the large formation in the city.

A gust of wind blew by, shaking the lantern at the end of the palace wall, and the two of them penetrated the palace wall and entered the imperial city.

In the brightly lit palace, even the heavy makeup could not conceal the haggard queen sitting on a chair. The old man who had been quietly waiting behind her with his eyes downcast suddenly opened his eyes, and a falcon-like look suddenly appeared in the deep-set eye sockets. shine.

The prince in the palace was busy taking the place of the physically and mentally exhausted mother with the incomparably distinguished guest sitting opposite, explaining the situation in the palace and the emperor's illness, and did not notice the reaction of the great priest behind his mother.

"...There are always strange movements in the imperial city late at night, and the news from various counties is also the same. The priests and the imperial physicians are helpless about the father's illness. They have to alert the sword master and hope that the sword master will be merciful."

In the bright candlelight, Beitang Hanye, dressed in white, raised his eyes.

As soon as he saw the eyes of the youngest sword master in the northern region, Prince Xuan seemed to see the boundless falling snow on Kunlun Mountain, and seemed to be looking into the eternal void.

"No problem." Beitang Hanye sat in his seat and said slowly, "I'll wait for them tonight."

None of the monks in the city would have thought that the sword master who was supposed to sit on the top of Kunlun had already arrived at the palace when they thought Kunlun hadn't come so soon.

Naturally, Chu Yiyang didn't find out about this. After stepping into the palace with Yan Xun, he headed towards the goal he was looking for.

The system marked the heaven-grade glove, and the red dot representing this treasure flickered on the map of the palace, and its position changed randomly.But this is not the holder of the glove is moving, but the formation in the palace is changing.

The sky-grade glove detected by the system obviously belonged to a royal family.

His aura is connected to the big formation in the imperial city, so it moves with the changes of the formation every moment.

The magic circle of the palace is divided into 33 levels, which means that if a practitioner wants to assassinate the emperor, he needs to go through 33 levels.

And there will be a royal guard on each checkpoint, connecting their aura with the formation, so that no matter which direction the assassin breaks into the palace, they will only hit the priest who is in charge of guarding the checkpoint.

"Our luck is good." Chu Yiyang looked at the red dots that changed positions on the outermost second floor, and said to the system, "As long as you pass through the first floor, you can see the target. After you get the gloves, immediately Turn around and leave."

And since no matter which direction they go, they can meet the royal offerings guarding the checkpoint, so they don't have to choose a route.

The straight line between two points is the shortest, just go straight ahead.

Maybe because they knew that the mortal army could not stop the immortal cultivators who broke into the palace, the two of them did not meet the patrol team along the way, until a small courtyard with a closed door blocked the way, Chu Yiyang and Yan Xun stopped in their tracks.

The small courtyard is quiet and quiet. Standing outside, you can faintly hear the clear spring flowing in the courtyard and the melodious bamboo flute.

Chu Yiyang stretched out his hand and opened the door, and the scenery in the courtyard fell into his eyes. He saw a slender figure in a silver robe standing in the courtyard with his back facing them.

The moonlight melted and fell on him, coating his long hair with a faint silver light.

His robe was embroidered with green silk threads to embroider a few clumps of pruning bamboo. The spiritual power on his body did not fluctuate significantly, and his cultivation level was obviously similar to that of Chu Yiyang in the Nascent Soul Realm.

He has an elegant temperament and a moving flute, but the most eye-catching thing on his body is the white python coiled around his neck and wrapped around his right hand.This boa constrictor looks as thick as a child's forearm. It is white all over without a trace of variegation. It looks very impactful under the moonlight.

——It's just that anyone who has seen the black python beside Yan Xun, and anyone who plays with snakes, will find it boring.

Thinking about it, Chu Yiyang stepped over the threshold and walked into the courtyard.

Yan Xun, who was beside him, was a step behind and followed suit.

If the people behind him released his magic python, wouldn't this battle need to be fought at all?

As soon as Chu Yiyang had such an idea, he saw the person standing in the courtyard turn around, revealing a handsome face.

The white boa constrictor in his hand was spitting out a bright red letter, and Chu Yiyang paused when he saw its eyes.

Compared with Yan Xun's snake, why is the snake's eyes half smaller?

Originally seeing outsiders intruding into the courtyard he was guarding, this handsome young man with a white python coiled around his body should be ready to face an enemy, but his reaction was completely different, and he even smiled at the two of them.

The sound of the flute stopped, and he stood under the moonlight and raised his left hand, and another door behind the yard opened: "The two of you have passed."

It's that simple?Chu Yiyang looked at him and confirmed, "You don't even hit him?"

But the young man said: "I can't beat it, and—" His eyes fell on Yan Xun, "There is no need to fight."

He bowed to Yan Xun and said, "The people behind are stronger than me, the city lord is careful."

"Understood." Yan Xun nodded to him, then signaled Chu Yiyang to leave from here, and the young man stood in his yard leisurely, watching the two go out.

When he got outside, Chu Yiyang asked Yan Xun: "Is that someone from Demon Realm?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Chu Yiyang thought, Moyu's hand is really long enough, no wonder Yan Xun didn't object when he said just now that he would come to the palace first, the same hidden nails probably buried a lot in the imperial city.

After leaving the courtyard, we came to the second checkpoint, which was a martial arts arena.

The eyes suddenly opened up, and the moonlight was clear on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, and there was a young man wearing a half-worn samurai robe in the field, practicing sword.

When Chu Yiyang and Yan Xun appeared, he didn't stop, and waited until he finished practicing the last pose before closing his sword and looking at them.

His swordsmanship doesn't look like that of any fairy sect, but rather like a murderous sword practiced in the army, he just wants to be crisp and sharp without any effort.

The young man's eyes were clear and he was full of arrogance. He didn't show the slightest intention to expel the two uninvited guests who appeared in the palace. The two of them planned to let them go directly.

Chu Yiyang glanced at his hands, but he didn't see the magic weapon he was looking for, and he probably hid it in the storage bag.

After all, if you put the person down, you can find it on him.

The young man took the cloth towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "The two of you really shouldn't be here." After speaking, he threw the sweat-wiping cloth back into the basin, pointed to the weapon rack beside him and said, "Pick a weapon , I can go if I win.”

After hearing his words, both Chu Yiyang and Yan Xun looked to both sides of the martial arts arena, and saw different weapons placed on the weapon racks.

Here he is to follow his rules and fight with real guns and knives.

"Can you help me?" Yan Xun asked.

And Chu Yiyang has already stepped forward and passed him: "No, I will do it myself."

He walked to the weapons rack, stretched out his hand to select a circle on it, then landed on one of the knives, and turned around with the knife in hand.

The sword is a gentleman's sword, and the knife is a murderous knife. If you want to compete like this, of course the knife is more violent.

The handsome young man looked at the young man in red who was walking in front of him, raised his sword, and bowed to him: "Please."

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Chu Yiyang: Do your snakes have bigger eyes when they are more powerful?