The hour of Hai.

The fire in Chang'an City was gradually under control.

The Jinwu Guards and bad people all over the city gradually stabilized the situation.

But in the imperial city, killing pokes reached its peak.

Hundreds of Yulin Army, plus more than two hundred Jinwu Guards, and dozens of Qianniu Guards, all fell in a pool of blood at this time.

Either silently or make painful screams.

The ground was illuminated by fire, and the winding blood was blooming like a strange mandala flower.

Broken body and broken limbs, flesh and blood.

The giant wolf gasped, and with the remaining Turkic wolf guards, he tried his best to rush towards Li Zhi and the officials.

"Protect the car!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

This Turkic Wolf Guard is not large in number, but they are all elite players, and they all deserve ten.

With this giant wolf, in a short time, the Yulin Army, Qianniu Guard, who had already guarded Li Zhi, broke through.

"Your Majesty, back!"

**du picked up a blood-stained spear from the ground and stood in front of Li Zhi.

His broad shoulders brought Li Zhi, Wu Meiniang and others a great sense of security.

Changsun Wuji narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed over **Du and Li Zhi, and threw himself on the rapidly approaching giant wolf.

He shouted softly, "Huaiyu!"

A man walked out from behind him, with wide shoulders and long arms, tall and strong figure, holding a long rod in his hand, neither gold nor jade.

It was Qin Huaiyu.

"Stop that weirdness and protect Your Majesty."

With Changsun Wuji's order, Qin Huaiyu grinned and said, "Okay."

The next moment, he jumped high, with a stick in his hand emitting a bright jade light, and hit the giant wolf's head with a stick.

boom!

Daochen took one move.

A whistling sound came from the air.

The moonlight seemed to gather in his palm with his wave.

After looking carefully, the bone rosary that he had just beaten out was returned to his hands.

But the original one hundred and eight bone beads are now only one hundred and six, but two are missing.

Daochen gently pulled the rosary and looked at the Taoist carefully: "Who are you?"

"I, Ye Fashan, mastered the Talisman Sect and Maoshan Sect."

"Tactic?"

Daochen frowned slightly and looked at the Taoist priest Zhong* in front of him again: "Why do you want to participate too? Isn't it good to live a few more times?"

Ye Fashan held a lotus seal in his chest with one hand, smiling without saying a word.

Under the moonlight, he actually felt a sense of immortality and a sense of being out of the world.

At this moment, Su Qingjie rushed out from the ground, and his figure seemed to be agile cheetah, bursts of lightning wrapped around his body.

Yuanqi turns into thunder!

"Thunderfall!"

Su Qingjie's body was wrapped in the power of lightning and smashed hard towards Daochen.

Furious, fierce, and moving forward.

"Lion, be careful!"

Su Dawei shouted loudly and rushed out at the same time.

But it's too late.

I saw countless spider-web-shaped cracks appearing around Daochen, and each line was blood-colored.

It was like the entire space was stained with blood and broken.

A huge bloody mouth suddenly opened from behind Daochen.

As soon as Su Qingjie rushed forward, he felt that his eyes were dark and he was swallowed into the darkness in an instant.

Behind Daochen, a translucent, spider-like monster was slowly squirming, as if he was burping.

Those blood lines are the veins in its body.

"You don't think that I just said so much, it's all nonsense, right?"

Daochen raised the bone rosary in his hand and smiled slightly: "It's just to get rid of you all."

Bang!

A white thunder flashed by.

A white light attached to the bright jade rod hit the giant wolf's head hard.

Accompanied by the tragic howl of the wolf, the giant wolf sank.

With it as the center, the ground cracked and collapsed.

The solid imperial golden bricks could not withstand the power of this stick and burst out.

"kill!"

The wolf guards behind the giant wolf rushed up like madmen.

Qin Huaiyu's hand swung a big stick.

A sharp howling sounded in the air, like a meteor, and with an electric arc, smashing several wolf guards into meat paste.

The gun is afraid of nodding and the stick is afraid of roundness.

This big stick almost turned into a waist-wrapped jade belt in Qin Huaiyu's hands, turning round and wishful.

As the waves were waving, there was a fire, like a flying meteor.

Oh ~

The giant wolf supported his hands and jumped up from the collapsed pit.

The steel hair on its body stood upside down, and a mist deeper than the darkness wrapped around its body and rotated rapidly.

From the black fog, there seemed to be thousands of demons crying.

The light and shadow of the entire hall flashed, and the wind was terrible.

Li Zhi held Wu Meiniang's soft palm tightly in his right hand, and his face turned pale.

Changsun Wuji, **du and others beside him also had serious expressions.

Until now, whether it is the Turks or anyone behind this riot, it has surpassed the level of ordinary people.

This is a contest between strange people.

The giant wolf opposite seemed to have become taller, almost twice that of Qin Huaiyu.

Can Qin Huaiyu stop it?

If not...

The black mist spun into a ball and was swallowed by the giant wolf in one bite.

The next moment, its hands suddenly grew bigger, and it suddenly rose to half the size of its body, with claws and half a person's length.

The terrifying length and sharpness made people feel unsurprising that it could easily tear everything apart.

In the Tai Chi Hall, there was a hazy figure who seemed to let out a low cry: "Ghost Hand, I didn't expect that among the Turks, there were such pure bloody ghost hands."

"Star Lord, do we have to take care of it?"

"What should I do? The horizontal and vertical are their human affairs, just look at it."

"Then this ghost hand..."

"It doesn't obey my orders, and there is a ghost hand in Chang'an, so this lineage will be smooth."

"yes."

In the Daming Palace.

Countless blood lines crisscrossed behind Daochen and spread to all directions.

Su Dawei glanced up and found that the witch Xuezi, Gao Li and others had already led the Goguryeo ghost soldiers, and they didn't know where they had gone.

Just now, the lion Su Qingyue was swallowed by the blood spider that appeared behind Daochen, and now he is not sure about his life and death.

"lion!"

Su Dawei's chest was boiling, and he pulled out the demon-subduing pestle from his waist with his right hand, and a slight shock—

Bang!

The demon-subduing pestle turned into a spear about a squad.

Daochen's eyes fell on the spear, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes: "What kind of magic weapon is this?"

"Daochen, if you let the lion out, I can spare your life. If the lion has any accidents, no matter where the ends of the earth, I will kill you."

Hearing Su Dawei's words, Daochen held a rosary and clasped his hands in front of his chest, laughing and said, "Su Shuai, I just thought you were a powerful opponent. Is it useful to say such naive words now?"

The white bone rosary in Daochen's hand suddenly shook, turned into a spotted white tiger, and rushed towards Su Dawei.

"Today, all of you are going to die."

"**To cut off, the strange people in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty must be eliminated as much as possible."

On the corner of the high palace, a man stood on the pointed eaves, wearing white clothes, emitting hazy silver light under the moonlight.

His clothes fluttered in the wind, as if he wanted to fly away by the wind.

The warrior squatting behind him quietly lowered his head and said, "Vie."

The moonlight shone on his face like water.

If Su Dawei was here, he would naturally recognize him at a glance. This person was held in the Tokyo Hall that day with the witch Xuezi, the male priest.

"The war to annex Silla has begun, and we must do our best to help Baekje achieve its wish."

"The Baekje royal family, like our Emperor, has the same bloodline. With Baekje, we can also..."

The words behind were blown away by the night wind.

Staring at the fierce battle in the Tai Chi Hall below, his expression was quiet and transcendent, as if he was quietly admiring the lowly ants.

At this moment, everything was trampled under your feet, so close to the sky.

It seems that with just stretching out your hand, you can pick the stars and moon in the sky.

He really reached out and grabbed the sky, as if he had grabbed the moonlight in his hand.

The next moment, the priest's face changed, he waved his sleeves, turned his head to look northwest, and a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Just just now, I seemed to sense the call of the convoy of the sky."

Could it be that legend is true?

The sky clouds among the three artifacts really flowed into the Tang Dynasty.

Just in Chang'an?

The artifact is awakened.

It resonates.

Buzz!

The spear drew an arc in Su Dawei's hand. The gun body shook and instantly turned into a lightning light, stabbing at the white giant beast in front of him.

In the air, the light of light twisted, and the spear was bitten by the white tiger.

Su Dawei's hands were strong and his hands were twisted together.

The spear tip came out, and the thunder with Yuan Qi roared out.

Mysterious runes appeared on the entire spear.

Strips like strands, dark red runes melted into the lightning, and thrust forward and suddenly thrust forward.

At the same time, Daochen used his hand to block the paper talisman that Ye Fashan shot at him.

boom!

The talisman exploded.

Fires are splashing everywhere.

Chains suddenly emerged in the talisman fire.

No, that is not a chain, but a sealed spell transformed from the flame runes, wrapped around Daochen.

The Baekje Monk was calm and his body shrank.

With a bang, it seemed as if the bones of the body were transformed into a small ball, and it emerged from the magic spell at an indescribable speed.

An Wensheng rushed up at this moment.

The hands gathered on the chest to form a lotus seal.

Ten fingers trembled one by one, and each finger, under the urging of the Yuan Qi, produces a different force.

Or pull horizontally, straightly, tap, or draw circles...

All kinds of forces that pull chaotic form a kind of chaos that is extremely strange.

An Wensheng flashed over Daochen's head, flipped his hands suddenly and slapped it down.
Chapter completed!