Jinnan Prefecture is even southerly than Sugong County, and the temperature here is quite smelling like June.

It is a royal palace full of southern water town style.

The palace maids dressed in thin clothes served on both sides. There was no emperor in the main hall, but gathered in the not-so-large side hall.

A middle-aged emperor with a big beard with a national font face sat on the dragon throne with a big beard sitting on the dragon throne with a golden sword, overlooking the picture projected by a mirror.

The dark night, the dim moon.

There are buildings full of corpses, and scholars kneeling on the ground.

"Hahahahaha... this person... is this person a fool..."

"At this time, what mantra are you still chanting?"

"Boy!"

"God can't protect you, I said."

This is a monk using a light back mirror to project the picture that he had searched for souls in Zhailing County.

Emperor Wu was originally a general guarding the south of Daxuan, but was later supported by Yuanshen Palace to ascend to the throne. Naturally, he had a solemn and murderous aura that ordinary people did not have.

However, after immersing in the gentle hometown of Jiangnan for a long time, his body became wider and his face was no longer as strong as before.

When the screen was played on Yin Xun's body, the Emperor of Wu stood up suddenly.

Then Yin Xun opened his eyes, grabbed the assassin's hand, and instantly wiped out his life and killed him.

The brilliance of greed and desire bloomed in its tiger's eyes.

"It turns out to be true?"

It was not until he finished watching the whole picture that Emperor Wu sat down.

He said to the monk holding the mirror of light.

"Finish this Yin Xun."

"Whether it is killing the Blood-Clothed Marquis or killing him."

“Anyway.”

"This immortal scripture must be brought back to me."

The monk stood up on his chest with one hand, showing a compassionate look on his face.

"His Majesty!"

"This Blood-clothed Marquis will suffer many evil deeds."

"As long as you punish this Blood-clothed Marquis, I believe that Yin Xun will definitely be willing to worship this immortal scripture to Your Majesty."

Emperor Wu was a little impatient: "Just take it back."

"As long as you do it, I will agree to your previous request.

After saying this, the monk immediately thanked him and retreated.

Emperor Wu asked a man next to him in an official uniform: "By the way."

"What is the response from Dao Zhengshi?"

"Where is Yuan Shen Palace?"

Over the years, there have been no people with a foundation for practicing the royal family.

However, most of the top ten immortal sects choose people who have no foundation in practicing as emperors. Most of the people think clearly about the reasons.

No matter how powerful a mortal is, he can only rely on the Immortal Sect.

Those who practice can rely on themselves.

A person who has great power and great power is fundamentally different from his ideas. If he holds the authority of the emperor, it will be even more difficult to control.

If Yuan Shengong knew that he was seeking extraordinary ways, how could he not stop him or her, and even trigger a series of chain reactions?

But it is impossible to let Emperor Wu give up this opportunity.

The man in the official uniform stood up and bowed his hand to his hands.

"Do Zhengshi had no response on the surface, but he had sent someone to Zhailing County to check it out."

"As for the Immortal Palace."

"Some time ago, Master Taixuan and the Emperor of Fengdu took action. Not only did the disciples of the Immortal Sect suffer heavy casualties, but half of the blessed land was destroyed by the hands of the two immortals of the Immortal Sect."

When he said this, he paused for a moment and his voice became much smaller.

"Listening."

"The Immortal Lord also suffered some injuries on the hands of the two immortals of the Immortal Sect of Changsheng and is now resting."

"Yuan Shen Palace is busy restoring the blessed land, and nearly half of its disciples died, without any intention of taking into account the affairs of the mortal world."

Yuanshen Palace belongs to the conservative Taoist forces, not as ambitious as the Changsheng Immortal Sect and the Yishan Immortal Sect, and is thinking about expanding territory and pursuing a higher realm.

The Immortal Gate of Changsheng tried every means to insert his hands into every corner of the world and enfeoffed the gods.

Their philosophy is that they are noble and noble immortals, and they are not worth mentioning in the world.

As long as they do not affect their status, they can enjoy immortality.

Emperor Wu was delighted after hearing this. This was a good opportunity for him.

Zhailing County.

At this moment, the entire county town was in a mess, and for many days, familiar faces from the world of cultivation continued to enter the city, and more evil masters came like jackals who smelled the smell of blood.

Their goals are only two.

Yin Xun.

The Marquis of Blood Clothes.

Yin Xun and the others didn't have to look for it at all, because Yin Xun was sitting at the top of the Golden Water Tower at this moment, sitting like a meditation, constantly chanting something in a low voice, but no one could hear it clearly.

He had not moved for several days, and he looked like he had long put life and death aside.

He knew that there weren't many people outside staring at him, but he didn't have any fear.

No one attacked him in such a desperate attitude that was not ready to escape.

The first thing I was afraid that I would be in vain and I would not get the Immortal Sutra in the end.

Second, I am afraid that I will be the first to start, and others will stalk the cicada and the oriole behind.

Recently, there are three real people in this small Zhailing County who have entered the soul on the surface.

Who knows how many souls there are still invading secretly?

The more people who come to greed for the Immortal Sutra, the more stable the situation will be.

Everyone set their targets on the Blood-Clothed Marquis who fled in Sugong County like a stray dog. As long as they get the head of the Blood-Clothed Marquis, they will naturally find the whereabouts of the Immortal Sutra.

Then, no matter how many competitors there are, at least you won’t be in vain.

On the banks of the river.

A group of people dressed in various clothes and obviously did not belong to the same force gathered together.

The leading monks in Yin Shen Realm wearing brocade robes were holding two children, and there were two Yang Shen Realm in the sky that controlled divine weapons.

And below.

A man in a blood-colored robe was extremely embarrassed and stood on the ground with his sword.

The Blood-clothed Marquis who had been hiding for many days finally forced out.

Behind are the rolling waves of the river, and people are surrounded by people in front of them and in the sky.

He had no way out, and no matter who it was, he could see that the bleeding Marquis was at the end of his journey.

The person who surrounded him was not in a hurry and put the knife on the necks of the two children of the Blood-Ying Hou.

Listen to the child's howling and screaming.

"Hahaha! You, the mouse with your head and tail hidden in the blood, was finally caught by labor and capital!"

"Marquis of Bloody Clothes, please kill yourself. I will leave you a complete body and spare your children's lives!"

"Marquis of Blood Clothes!"

"Aren't you quite able to run? Let's see if you run another one?"

The evil monks who were emitting grim smiles were like playing with rats, playing with the blood-clothed Marquis.

Hiding for several days.

The Blood-clothed Marquis secretly watched his Marquis' mansion be washed away by these gangsters and evil monks, and watched his family be slaughtered.

Now that even the last bloodline is still the same, a pair of children will not be able to save them.

"father!"
To be continued...