In fact, Miss yuan worked out the verdict a year ago.
But she would not dare to say.
Because if you said it, then Wanxian Bureau would be destroyed.
Lord yuan is not a good talker.
Therefore, she would rather spend a year to find a way to solve the problem and find a way to save the life of King yuan. The only way to solve this problem is the nine links of wisdom and soul hidden in Tianjing futu.
Therefore, she did not hesitate to spare no effort to recruit experts to explore Tianjing futu.
-- fortunately, I met Shen Zhenyi and got the nine links of wisdom and soul without bloodshed. In retrospect, it seems like a dream.
With this thing in hand, she would dare to tell the truth.
But even so, we have to face the anger of King yuan.
"Bold!"
The king of Yuan snapped at him.
His anger turned into substance, just like a wave of air. Miss yuan felt bored in her chest and was blown out three feet away. Her mouth was bleeding, and the people around her were even more unbearable and upset.
The gate of Wanxian Bureau has already been smashed by this anger, the bricks and stones fly in disorder, and the giant wood is broken.
"I am the king's destiny. I am extremely noble. I have no match in martial arts. How can I die? How can I die
Yuan Wang Ye's voice was cold and sharp, "your judgment of Wanxian bureau is really not good to hear."
If it's bad, it's death.
The rain stopped.
To be exact, it's not that the rain stops, but because of the anger of the seven masters of Shenren state. The rain drops stagnate and turn into steam. The original situation of continuous spring rain turns into a vast expanse of white fog.
In hazy, Yuan Wang Ye's eyes, like mung bean, twinkled with fierce light.
If one word is wrong, there will be no place to die.
Miss yuan swallowed her saliva and said bravely, "the Lord is besieged by enemies on all sides, and there are dangers everywhere. It is true that he is at the end of his tether. However, my Wanxian Bureau reckons that there is still a chance for Wang Ye to break the game, which is this thing. "
She held the nine rings of wisdom in her hands and held it respectfully above her head.
The nine skeletons were surrounded by black smoke, and they were crying like ghosts.
"Oh?"
The fat on King yuan's face trembled.
He stretched out his hand, and the spirit of wisdom flew up and fell into his hands. In Miss yuan's hand, it was a large string, but in his hand, it was just a small pendant wrapped around a thick finger.
"Nine links of wisdom and soul?"
Although he was greedy, he was also a man of discerning goods. As the last prince, he also recognized the nine links of wisdom and soul in the legend of transferring disaster. He rubbed it in his hand and couldn't help laughing.
"Good! Good! Good
He narrowed his eyes and was very satisfied: "the Wanxian Bureau really has the legacy of Mr. Yuan Da. If you can take the nine links of wisdom and soul to transport for the king, it is worth your effort. It seems that you don't have to die today."
He's not a fool, either.
He was the first to bear the brunt of the crisis in Xuantian city. How could he not understand it.
However, in this whirlpool, it is also a knife to stretch out his head and a knife to shrink his head. What can he do for a man who is greedy for comfort and pleasure.
If not in a difficult situation, who would have nothing to fortune telling?
Perhaps only this intelligent soul can save his life.
I didn't expect that Wanxian Bureau would decline to this point, and he could help him find it. The king of yuan was happy and laughed.
Just now the fog of the rain, in an instant again condensed into raindrops, splashing down, everyone is wet, but no one dares to say more, only together with the Yuan Wang Ye smile.
Right now.
Deep in the rain lane, a figure in red walked out slowly, and his sword dragged the ground. Even on the wet ground, it still bloomed with bright yellow sparks.
A curved track, winding and extending behind the man, I don't know how long it has been.
Lord yuan is still laughing.
But he didn't feel it.
He was not afraid of assassination because of his seventh level of martial arts cultivation in the realm of God and man, his fat body, which was almost invulnerable, and various kinds of guards, both overtly and secretly.
What's more, the nine links of wisdom soul have been in his hands now.
His life should have been over.
Who can kill him?
The king of Yuan looked up at the sky and didn't care.
On the contrary, the sixteen armed men carrying the sedan chair became nervous and wanted to block the assassin's attack.
As slow as it is, the man in red seems to be in between and has reached the crowd.
At this time, we can see that this is a small girl. The blade of her scabbard sword is seven feet long, which is higher than her, so she has to drag it on the ground.
"Who are you! Get out of here
"Don't collide with the Lord!"
"Go further, there is no amnesty for killing!"
The warrior in the sedan chair began to shout and drink in disorder.
In any case, Wang Ye of Yuan Dynasty is also a descendant of the imperial court and has his own privileges.Even though they were unwilling to do so, they were also the guards of Wang Ye yuan.
The girl stopped.
The murderous air in the rain and fog suddenly disappeared.
Everyone was relieved.
Maybe It's a misunderstanding. It's just a girl who is crazy about martial arts. She accidentally bumps into Wang Ye's car. After all, there are so many people who want to kill Wang Ye yuan, but they can't send a young girl to die.
"Little sister, leave quickly, don't disturb here!"
The voice of those who hold the sedan chair is much softer.
The girl in red slowly raised her head, and her eyes were pale. Her skin was as white as paper, and a pair of black pupils, such as lacquer, were dotted among them, which was even more contrary to her.
She suddenly raised her mouth with a strange smile.
"Be careful!"
The crowd was in a trance and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Sword light suddenly rises!
A red sword light turns into a long horned ghost and pours on it!
The goal -- yuan Wangye!
"Shura -- burning of heaven!"
Yuan Wang Ye's eyes opened violently, and he burst out in astonishment and anger. His hands pushed flat, and the spirit of wisdom flew up in the same place, turning into a black circle and blocking in front of the red long horned ghost.
He thought that such a treasure could resist the sword for a moment, so that he could use his power calmly and reach the evil sword with Amitabha's peerless practice. However, it never occurred to me that after the nine serial sacrifice of the intellectual soul, he did not hold on for a second in front of the fiery red Shura, and immediately broke up and scattered on all sides.
"Not good!"
The king of yuan was heartbroken.
His supreme body of Amitabha has not finished his work yet. The Jue sword of the burning of the Shura sky is imminent. If you want to resist it, where can you do it?
Hiss!
Red evil ghost, wear body and pass, Yuan Wang Ye Leng in the spot.
After a few seconds of silence, his huge body evenly divided into two parts, flying to the left and right!
A waterfall of blood rose from the sky.
There is no blood ring in the blood.
Yuan Wangye, who had obtained nine links of wisdom and soul, still did not escape the fate of death.
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