The one who was backstabbed was indeed Alfrey, the master of the costumes for a thousand years.

The originally calm expression on the face of the Golden Duke seemed to be pretending to be calm before.

But now it seems that they had already anticipated what was happening at this time, and everything is under their control.

The main purpose of taking the knife attack from him just now was to induce the other party to reveal information.

It's a pity that this ambitious guy is unwilling to tell the truth when facing a dying person.

And in the end, the true identity of the Golden Duke was discovered.

"Alfrey, what I appreciate most over the years is your attentiveness."

"Without you, it will be really hard to find a satisfactory butler."

"Today is your last day as my butler. Tell me, what is the name of your power? What do you intend to do by lurking in the royal court?"

Golden Worker sighed and gave his final order.

The current situation is that Alfre is holding a knife in his hand, and the Golden Duke's heart is pierced.

It should be that the former holds the life of the latter in his hands.

But the momentum was completely the opposite.

"Even if you are not the descendant of the Human Emperor, it doesn't matter. Today is the day you die!"

After revealing his true identity, Alfre no longer had the elegance and composure of a butler.

A rare look of panic appeared on his face. He exerted force with his hands, trying to twist the dagger and crush everything in the Grand Duke's chest.

But his wrist was stiff and he couldn't move at all.

Not only his wrists, but from head to toe, except for his eyeballs and mouth, the steward of the Duke's Mansion could not move at all.

"It's a pity that when you lose your grace and composure, you also lose your attentiveness."

"Alfre, do you think you can see a shadow in this dim light?"

The old butler who had stabbed his master in the back suddenly remembered something and his eyes rolled downwards desperately.

Sure enough, I saw a circle of shadow under his feet that was particularly clear and thick.

Only then did he recall that the circle of shadow was still under the feet of the Golden Duke, and it had come to his feet silently without him noticing when.

It was the sun from before! The sun was released not to attack the prisoners, but to take the opportunity to move the shadow!

The shadow under Alfrey's feet was undoubtedly the shadow Jiang Li!

It turned out that after Fengdu City Lord had tricked the group of armor-faced monsters with the gift of immortality, he guessed that they would definitely take revenge on him when he met the Prime Minister of the Royal Court. So he immediately made some preparations to prevent such a sudden situation.

Coincidentally, with the help of the Temple of the Gods, the war launched by Fengdu City against the Shifang Territory went very smoothly.

After killing a few demon kings at the beginning, the remaining guys chose to surrender very willingly.

After all, they were no match for the Golden Duke and the two hall masters, and were surrounded by the masters sent by the Temple of the Gods.

You can't beat him, and you can't escape him.

Under that kind of oppression, it seemed as if the whole world was against them.

If the immortal cultivation world wants to wipe out the roots, then of course they can only fight with their backs against the wall and bite off a piece of meat.

But Fengdu City is actually a huge force composed of demons and monsters.

After becoming famous, this group of monsters wanted to form an alliance or even join.

Now that Fengdu City has extended an olive branch and is willing to spare their lives and formally recruit them, except for a few stubborn donkey monsters, all the other monsters have decisively chosen to abandon darkness and join the light.

And those demon kings who came to join them became the best guides.

They know some of their neighbors' secrets to a certain extent.

Since I've already gotten into the water, of course I have to do my best to pull them in as well.

So with their cooperation, the war ended much faster than expected.

Most of the time was spent on the trivial tasks of naming and numbering the large number of monsters in the Ten Directions Domain.

In the end, it took less than two months, and this cancer, which was originally marked as red and dangerous on the map, was forcefully eradicated by Fengdu City.

So Jiang Li simply called back the Duke of Gold to help him.

Sure enough, he helped him block the knife at this time.

Judging from the power of the dagger, even if his body was hit, he would probably be injured.

On the ground, Shadow Jiang Li began to exert his strength, controlling Alfre, and slowly pulling the dagger out of Alduin's golden back.

The dagger left his body, and the Golden Duke spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed twice before he could barely stand steady.

If his condition were displayed using digital health values, his current health values ​​would have dropped to less than half of the full value.

The power of that dagger is really too fierce.

There were no other dangers around.

The real Jiang Li then emerged from his own shadow and snatched the dagger from Alfre.

Just looking at this dagger made him feel frightened. There was a constant stabbing pain between his eyebrows.

This thing can definitely hurt him, and it won't be a light injury.

After a quick scan with the identification technique, Jiang Li immediately took a breath of cold air.

The name of this dagger is actually [Inverted Horse Poison Stake-Seal]! The appearance of this dagger is not the key, but rather a seal that limits the power of the object inside.

The real key and the most powerful thing is the scorpion tail stinger that is cast and sealed inside, the inverted horse poison stake!

This name sounds a bit strange.

But his brilliant achievements are almost unmatched in the mythology of Journey to the West.

That was a terrifying magical power that had swollen Tathagata's middle finger, pierced the stone monkey's ventral gate, and was specially used to break the indestructible diamond, and caused great pain to the top gods and Buddhas! These guys took out the immortal rope before, and used the powerful yellow light curtain before, and now they have this, which was a first-class divine object in ancient times.

Where did they find the treasure? How did the powerful people in ancient times preserve so many powerful treasures until today?

However, due to the Dharma Ending Age, all of these treasures have suffered massive damage that is almost impossible to repair.

Some of them are barely usable and are extremely effective.

Some, like this poisonous horse-falling stake, are more fragile. If used with full strength, they will probably shatter on the spot.

Therefore, they sealed it with sophisticated techniques, allowing only the little power that leaked out to cause damage.

But even this little bit of leaked power was enough to easily pierce through the body of the Golden Duke.

If he were to throw away the seal and use his full strength, even Jiang Li would suffer horrible injuries.

"How many good things do you still have in your hands!?"

After putting away the dagger, Jiang Li became more and more curious.

So far, based on Jiang Li’s knowledge and experience.

There are only three kinds of supernatural powers that can still exist in the Dharma Ending Age.

One is the black stone tablet that Jiang Li had seen before. It was the largest-scale plan implemented by the great powers in ancient times.

At the cost of sacrificing the dragon clan, monsters and a large number of low-level immortals and gods who have no status and strength, he can retain a glimmer of hope for himself.

The second one is the bottom layer of the Nine Netherworlds.

When the world was first created, pure air rose and turbid air sank. In the Dharma Ending Age, the main target is pure air.

The higher you are above the Nine Heavens, the faster you die; the deeper you are below the Nine Netherworlds, the longer you stay.

In the deepest part of the underworld, there has always been a yin energy that has not dissipated. This is also the reason why the Nine Nether Wood, a spiritual root of heaven and earth, has survived from ancient times to the present.

The third one is the luck of the human race condensed from the billions of lives of countless ordinary human beings. This force is ethereal and invisible, but it really exists.

These fortunes will gather in places with human merits. Jiang Li has been to several places related to the human race.

The things there are preserved much more completely than those in other places.

This group of guys are able to preserve such powerful immortal items as the immortal rope, the powerful defensive yellow light film, and the horse-falling poison stake until now.

Moreover, from the words, it is obvious that we know that the title of "Human Emperor" was almost only active in the prehistoric times and disappeared after the great catastrophe of the Conferred Gods.

From a certain perspective, preserving such long-lost memories is even more difficult than preserving immortal artifacts and treasures.

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I don't know what method they used to achieve this.

Who can play such a big chess game?

"Let me see who you are!"

Jiang Li reached out and grabbed Alfredo's armor.

Apply force slowly, and soon fine and dense cracks will appear on the nail surface.

It shattered with a snap, revealing a wrinkled and wrinkled face underneath.

He looks like an old man in his octogenarian.

However, that armor-faced monster was not a disguise, but the first generation of armor-faced monster was like that.

In the early days, the ancient meaty ganoderma would not have corroded living things into armored man-eating monsters as thoroughly as it does today.

This is Alfrey's face before he turned into the armored demon. Now it's just a decoration.

Jiang Li's right hand clasped the old face, and his five fingers turned into roots, twisting and drilling into his skull.

The Jiuyou Wood originally restrains the soul. In the past, whenever there was a need to search the soul or take the spirit, he basically left it to the two Jiuyou clones to do.

After integrating that section of the Nine Nether Root, Jiang Li's ability in this area increased rapidly, and his power has surpassed that of his two clones.

The Nine Nether Roots brutally broke through his soul's defenses and took root in his spiritual world.

A large number of colorful dream spiders climbed out and wreaked havoc in the opponent's spiritual world.

Weave the power of dreams to reduce his resistance.

The roots began to unscrupulously drain the opponent's soul power, causing this spiritual world to shrink visibly to the naked eye.

Some fragmented images also flooded into Jiang Li's mind.

Alfre is a armor-faced ogre who was born in the earliest period of spiritual development.

His life was really too long, the longest one Jiang Li had ever seen. With a life of nearly ten thousand years, he had too many memories.

Most of them are trivial things in life that don't have much meaning.

Moreover, he had joined the Jiamian Royal Court at a very early time, and then began to live a monotonous and repetitive life.

In a long life, the only change may be serving different masters.

Quickly skip these useless memories.

Jiang Li gradually began to discover that there was always a period of blank space in his memory every day.

It may not be obvious in one or two days, but over time, it becomes quite suspicious.

During that period, Alfrey saw who did what and what they did, which might be the secret of that group of immortals.

Armored ogre's generally have excellent spiritual abilities and a stronger control over their memories.

It seems that there is nothing useful to be found on the periphery.

The most important secret must be hidden in the deepest place.

Jiang Li's mind moved, and the brown roots spread rapidly, winding towards the center of the spiritual world.

Five roots suddenly penetrated into the core position of the spiritual world.

Among them, some different pictures finally emerged.

That was his memory before he became the armor-faced ogre.

Wait... How could those scenes happen in Cangyun Province? Jiang Li discovered something quite wrong.

"The birthplace of this group of immortals is not Heniu Prefecture, but Cangyun Prefecture, just like Jiang Li."

"Even before the Qin Dynasty became the Xian Qin Dynasty, their people were already active in Cang Yun Province!"

No wonder they are so skilled in using magic weapons, most of the armor-faced monsters can't do this.

Runes, alchemy, weapon refining, perhaps they know even more.

This force might be even more terrifying than he imagined.

"Hiss! That stitched beast was actually their work!"

"It turns out that the rise and fall of the Xian Qin Dynasty can be traced back to them!"

"How could you be able to do this? Who are you?"

He became more and more frightened and continued to dig deeper, using constant violence to dig out more things.

His soul-searching skills were actually very advanced. After being searched by him, Alfrey either died or became an idiot.

This is the consequence of soul searching. In the righteous sects in the world of immortal cultivation, unless they encounter extremely evil people, they rarely use such insidious means.

It is not reasonable or moral to say that Alfre was wronged.

But just as his roots touched the deepest secret, a pale old face suddenly appeared before him.

This was the first time Jiang Li saw this face, but this face’s owner was not seeing Jiang Li for the first time.

The shadow that emerged from under the inverted Kyushu at that time was this person.

Obviously, Jiang Li's actions under the Jiuzhou Ding had all fallen into his eyes.

The reason why the identity of the descendant of the Human Emperor was exposed was because of this person.

The old man in white clothes, with pale eyebrows, beard and hair, waved his sleeves in Alfredo's mind.

Suddenly, golden lotuses emerged and immediately repelled Jiang Li's Nine Nether Roots.

The next moment, Alfre's head exploded.

Jiang Li, whose hand was originally on the opponent's forehead, stepped back a few steps, covering his head with his hands, and a stream of blood flowed from his nostrils.

I finally wrote it.

Forty thousand tubes, twenty people per tube... I was assigned to work in the second half of the night, waiting to take over.

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