Chapter 320: Change again, Jiuru’s death, Si Xing Lin Luo, beheading the king, doubts.

Starry night, moonlit sky.

A girl with a white veil on her face and a cool temperament was flying across the sky.

Her purple hair was hip-length and fluttered slightly backwards like brocade. The pupil in the center of her left eye was purple and revealed a chilling feeling, while the pupil on the right was scarlet and filled with a burning aura.

The girl flew like the wind, controlling the yin and yang. Her purple knee-length stockings were particularly shining and attractive in the moonlight. There was a red ribbon tied on her left leg, which was slightly tight on the flesh. There was a faint light on it, and black and white characters were floating and rotating in it. No one knew what it was used for.

With such unique attire, anyone familiar with Daqin would recognize him as the deputy chief of the Daqin Criminal Court, Lin Luo.

From time to time, powerful cultivators in the vast universe would look up at the sky, wondering where in the Qin Empire the abnormality had occurred that had led to the dispatch of the God of Death from the Sixing Yamen.

Lin Luo looked at the full moon in the sky, estimated the time, and immediately made some hand gestures. The purple-red light in her pupils became brighter, and her speed increased again.

…. ….At night, Jiuru sat alone.

I raise my cup to the bright moon, and drink together as a trio.

Taoist Master Yinlong, who had his own unique insights into the Book of Songs, said goodbye to him in the evening, saying that he was going out to collect folk songs. If his good friend came at night, he only needed to crush the jade talisman, and he, Taoist Master Yinlong, would soar into the sky and meet up with them.

Of course, before leaving, Taoist Yinlong also took away three jars of his good wine.

The moonlight shone on Jiuru's face, cool and icy.

Under the moonlight, the old man in his tall hat and wide belt had a frozen expression on his face, his eyebrows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

He tried hard to recall his past interactions with His Majesty the King Ming, wondering how the young man who used to live in the Afang Palace in Xianyang would become what he is now.

"Your Highness, the Emperor has entrusted you with the responsibility of guarding the vast Zeyang City. What on earth has happened to you in the past hundred years?"

Jiu Ru had a gloomy expression. He picked up the jar of wine and took another big gulp. At this moment, he thought of his third disciple who had been missing for a long time, the young face who had volunteered to investigate the incident in Zeyang City.

He is only eighty years old, and is a young man who has just broken through to the realm of Jindao Zhenjun. But now there is no news from him.

"Master, if you have any problem, I will do my best to help you. Yang Shu is willing to be Master's eyes and go to investigate on your behalf."

"Since you are so determined, take the Sacred Heart Bond Jade with you and set off. Be careful in everything you do."

"I will follow the Master's instructions. Yang Shu is leaving now."

Although this disciple of his was only of above-average talent, he had a very good character, which was unprecedented in his life. He had designated him as one of the three true disciples and the successor of his mantle.

After this trip, Yang Shu never came back. That's why he took the disappearance of the monks in Zeyang City seriously and went to investigate secretly.

"Shu'er, it was the master who harmed you."

"If it is really the Ming Wang who harmed you, I will never let him go."

The drunkard under the moonlight is selfless yet selfish, selfish yet selfless.

…. ….Inside the mysterious underground palace, a dark sky that looks like an inverted bowl stands above the black rock.

As the line of sight rose, a thin female cultivator was still lying on the black rock in the center below the sky. Her face was pale and the clear full moon mark on her forehead had become dim.

At this moment, Han Xinyue is still struggling in the maze.

Han Xinyue was facing unspeakable difficulties. She had to survive and escape from the Han Mansion with her seventeen beloved sisters.

At this moment, a young monk with ordinary appearance was lying under Han Xinyue's embroidered shoes, his clothes already soaked with sweat.

Yang Shu struggled to open his eyelids, looking at the strange scene in front of him and the purple orb hanging high above his head, a knowing smile appeared on his face.

“Master, that maze is indeed extraordinary, but I still managed to break free.”

"Disciple said, I am your eyes, the sacred heart bond pupil jade, destroy it, and pass on everything here. Master, I know you will come."

Before he finished speaking, two extremely tiny round pearls flew out of the young man's pupils when he looked up.

The pearls and jade collapsed and turned into a huge pupil, taking in the entire scene under the dark sky. The huge pupil continued to rise, penetrating the dark sky and illuminating this dark place.

This underground palace is actually under the Zeyang Palace.

Inside the secret room, a figure shrouded in purple smoke slowly stood up.

"My supernatural power is not as good as the destiny of heaven, and it was eventually exposed. There are indeed countless heroes in the world, but there is still someone with such a strong character who can break free from the terrifying and bewitching Stars and Moon God Sacrifice Array passed down by His Majesty Asuna."

"Unfortunately, once this formation is in operation, the 'supply' cannot be stopped."

"Then let's stop here. This time, my cultivation has been pushed to the late stage of Jie Dao. I am only one step away from condensing the prototype of Palm Dao. This is already a big profit."

"Haha, luckily I have already prepared for it!"

The mysterious man shook his head and pressed lightly on the ground of the secret room. A huge purple handprint penetrated the earth's crust and came to the top of the mysterious underground palace. It grabbed the huge eyes and crushed them.

Through those huge eyes, the mysterious man saw a tall old man in a tall hat and wide belt in the house.

"This... This is Shu'er's Sacred Heart Bond Pupil Jade. He actually chose to destroy the Pupil Jade to deliver the message, Shu'er!"

"Zeyang Palace, King Ming, I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood."

The old man's hair and beard stood up in the moonlight. He looked at an ancient mirror in front of him that looked like an eye, then he stood up suddenly and let out a thunderous roar.

Jiu Ru slapped the jade talisman and immediately passed a message to Yi Chen.

At this moment, a figure shrouded in a strange purple mist suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

Boom! A purple claw shadow fiercely imprinted on Jiuru's chest.

At the same time, the mysterious figure was also hit by Jiuru's sword.

At this moment, a tall and huge city appeared in the eyes of Lin Luo, deputy chief of the Sixing Yamen, and quickly enlarged.

Feeling the huge noise coming from the city, Lin Luo's face changed, and her jade feet wrapped in purple stockings tapped lightly in the air. Suddenly, a strange ripple appeared in the space. Seeing this, Lin Luo slammed into it fiercely, and her figure immediately disappeared in the ripples of space and appeared above the courtyard.

…. ….A few cups of tea ago.

In the outer palace complex of Zeyang Palace, there were more than a dozen figures lying in the room of Wu Dazhi, the head of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, and two of them were lying naked on the ground.

A tall figure patted Wu Dazhi's greasy face.

"Dazhi, you are different from others. You are a smart person. I like to talk to smart people."

"Tell me, Fantian Yaozi, about His Royal Highness Ming Wang and the people who were close to him in detail. Don't try to hide anything. I just got some very interesting information from the minds of those people whose souls I searched."

"If the intelligence doesn't match or there are omissions, you will be beheaded." A white star flashed across the corner of the tall figure's mouth, and a huge shadow enveloped a fat man in brocade clothes who was lying on the ground.

This tall figure was undoubtedly Yi Chen.

After parting with Jiuru, Master Yi went around collecting folk customs and finally met a buyer from the Zeyang Palace in a brothel. Then he used his mimicry ability to replace three unlucky guys step by step and finally he got into the room of the head of the miscellaneous affairs department named Wu Dazhi, who was outside the palace complex of the Zeyang Palace.

The Taoist priest, who was full of suspicion, was afraid that this person would not tell the truth and that his memory extraction ability would inevitably have omissions. Therefore, he first forced Wu Dazhi to summon a dozen of his subordinates to come, and after extracting the memories of the unlucky guys on the ground, he began to interrogate Wu Dazhi.

"Good man, hero, senior, I will tell you everything I know, but what I know are only some trivial matters in daily life."

The fat man in brocade clothes was shaking all over, with a look of grief on his face.

Not long ago, he was

The man being ridden on horseback is a bit fat.

The galloping female rider is like a flower.

Then suddenly a strong man who called himself Fantian Yaozi rushed in, pulled Huaer out and knocked her unconscious.

After this incident, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive in the future.

"Just say it. Whether it will be of any use or not, I, Fantian Yaozi, know it well."

Yi Chen looked at Wu Dazhi's fat face and an unfathomable smile appeared on his face.

What he was looking for was a lackey like Wu Dazhi who had worked in the Zeyang Palace for many years and had a certain status.

According to the theory of six degrees of separation, everyone in the world can establish connections with each other through six people.

It would naturally be more accurate if Yi Chen searched directly in Zeyang Palace.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Don't look at people like Wu Dazhi as if they are useless and have low strength, but the potential information they possess is immeasurable. It all depends on whether there is someone with the insight to dig out the information.

These servants, especially the servant leaders and sub-leaders who have made their way in this cannibalistic environment, are all shrewd people.

Those who were not smart and had no vision are already dead.

In the torrent of secular life, it is already very difficult to gain a foothold and stand firm, and it is even more difficult to stand out.

This group of people is particularly accurate in grasping the wind direction.

Taking advantage of the weak is just basic tactics. Only servants who can accurately judge the master's intentions can have the best of both worlds.

In the deep palace, sometimes rewards are not rewards, and punishments are not punishments. You also have to sort out which people you should not offend and who should sit in a row.

Wu Dazhi is the Gu King who was refined from this group of elites.

For some reason, Yi Chen always felt that the disappearance of the cultivator from Zeyang City was indeed a bit strange.

The strange thing was that everything seemed to be going too smoothly for him.

Therefore, he wanted to seek some clues from people who were very close to Ming Wang. Anyway, beating the children on a rainy day was a good thing for him.

"You mean to say that apart from the deceased butler, His Royal Highness the Prince's favorite concubines were Fairy Mu He and Fairy Bi Lian, and they often slept together. However, Fairy Bi Lian is now more favored, and Fairy Mu He has declined?"

"That's right." Wu Dazhi thought about it and privately added a few more names of people who had more contact with Ming Wang.

Yi Chen stroked his chin. Wu Dazhi was quite honest. Now he understood that the beautiful female cultivator that King Ming had embraced during the day was the so-called Fairy Mu He.

For a moment, Yi Chen couldn't help but take a breath.

Fairy Mu He, who is already not very popular, looks like this. What about Fairy Bi Lian, whom she has never met?

"How about we find an opportunity to take them away, no, a night raid?"

Yi Chen was undecided. The concubine was not like Wu Dazhi, a beast of burden. She must be heavily guarded and her bedroom must be filled with many formations and restrictions.

After thinking about it, Yi Chen decided to give up.

Time was too tight, there was no need for him to alert the enemy. Anyway, he had already found out the locations of several treasure houses in Zeyang Palace.

At that time, he and Jiuru and others besieged King Ming. When chaos broke out, a cat sneaked into the treasury and accidentally swallowed some property. The cat just took a little bit.

He Yidao was bright and cheerful, and it was all because of Miaozi's carelessness, so the problem shouldn't be serious.

Yichengzi couldn't do this job of helping out for nothing, so he had to earn at least a little.

However, he still paid some attention to the names mentioned by Wu Dazhi and secretly wrote them down.

"Well, let's first see if Jiuru's Shengtian Questioning Heart Mirror is really that powerful."

Just when Yi Chen was about to retreat, suddenly a powerful wave erupted somewhere in the city. A few lines of information came up from the communication jade talisman, and Yi Chen's face changed drastically for a moment.

The direction from which the explosion came was clearly the direction of the house where Jiuru was temporarily staying.

He immediately strengthened his energy and rushed towards the source of the sound.

No longer concealing his figure, with his violent aura fully released, Yi Chen arrived at the scene in just seven or eight breaths.

At this moment, a tall old man was seen bleeding in the sky, with a huge hole in his chest. It was obvious that he was dead. A mysterious figure flashed and immediately fled into the distance. A girl with purple hair and purple eyes walked out from a space in the distance.

"Blah." Yi Chen activated his gaze ability, but found that this time his gaze ability had lost its effect.

At this moment, Lin Luo looked at the mysterious figure who wanted to fly away, and Leng Yan took out a black and white ball and a golden order from his arms and threw them into the sky.

"Yin Yang Divine Wind Hood, out!"

"The city defense formation begins!"

In an instant, the tall walls of the huge Zeyang City suddenly burst into golden light, tightly wrapping the entire city, like a golden chicken egg. In addition, black and white light was flowing under the golden light film, which was transformed from the black and white sphere.

Lin Luo, deputy director of the Sixing Yamen, holds a golden order and has higher authority to command and control the entire city, of course, except Xianyang.

Seeing the huge light shield suddenly rising in the sky, the mysterious figure suddenly paused, and he dived into the ground and disappeared immediately.

"How dare you! Where are you running to?"

"Yin and Yang are born, and everything blooms!"

A circle of purple rosans suddenly appeared around the purple-haired girl, and she flashed and immediately chased after her.

Not long after, the mysterious man, who was chased by Yi Chen and the purple-haired girl to the point where he had no way out, entered a dark sky and disappeared instantly.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Luo, let's work together to break this formation!"

Yi Chen's domineering body was revealed, with the Holy Halberd of the 'Force' suddenly in his hand. With such a special attire, he had recognized the man's origin. It was the powerful ally mentioned by Jiu Ru, the Deputy Director General of the Sixing Yamen, Lin Luo.

The Overlord raised his halberd, and the earth was destroyed and the sky was punished! The huge halberd light suddenly smashed onto the purple pearl on the dark sky.

The strong wind swept through the sky, dancing vigorously.

Lin Luo floated in the air like a hurricane goddess, with purple hair flying, sleeves fluttering, and white hands stretched out from her sleeves, waving out black and white streams of light, like a human turret, extremely violent.

"Hiss, what a violent woman!" Yi Chen couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Under the violent attack of the two, the dark sky soon began to crack bit by bit.

On the eerie black rocky ground, the Ming King, wearing a gilded robe, sat high on a throne of bones with a serene expression.

(End of this chapter)