Chapter 679

This judgment was actually calculated by Miss yuan a year ago.

But she would never dare say.

Because if it were said, Wanxian Bureau would have to be destroyed at that time.

Lord yuan is not a talkative man.

So she would rather spend a year looking for a way to solve it and find a way to save the life of Prince yuan. The only thing that can solve this problem is the nine series of intelligent souls hidden in Tianjing futu.

That's why she didn't hesitate to exhaust her family property, recruit experts and explore Tianjing futu.

——Fortunately, when I met Shen Zhenyi, I got the nine links of wisdom and soul without bloodshed. Now in retrospect, it's like a dream.

With this thing in hand, she dared to tell the truth.

But even so, we have to face the wrath of Lord yuan first.

"Bold!"

Lord yuan snapped.

His anger turned into substance, like a wave of air, exploded. Miss yuan only felt bored in her chest. She was blown out three feet away. Her quarrel was bleeding, and the people around her were unbearable and confused.

The gate of Wanxian Bureau has been smashed by this anger, bricks and stones fly disorderly, and huge trees break.

"The king's destiny belongs to him. He is extremely noble. His martial arts are powerful and unparalleled. How can he die, and how can he die unexpectedly!"

Prince yuan's voice was cold and fierce. "Your judgment of Wanxian bureau is really hard to hear."

If it doesn't sound good, it's death.

The rain has stopped.

To be exact, it was not because the rain stopped, but because of the anger of the seven masters of shenrenjing, the raindrops stagnated and turned into steam. The original situation of continuous spring rain turned into a vast white fog.

In the hazy, the eyes of Prince yuan, like mung beans, flickered fiercely.

As long as one word is wrong, there will be no place to die.

Miss yuan swallowed her saliva, hardened her head and said, "the Lord is attacked on all sides and in danger. It was really at the end of the mountain. However, I Wanxian Bureau calculated that there is still a chance for the Lord to break the game at Qingming. That's this thing."

She held the nine links of wisdom and soul in her hands and held them respectfully above her head.

The nine skeletons were shrouded in black smoke and issued a cry like a ghost.

"Oh?"

The fat on Prince yuan's face trembled.

He stretched out his hand, and the nine chains of intelligent souls flew up and fell firmly into his hands. In Miss yuan's hand, there was a big string, but in his hand, it was just a small pendant wrapped around her thick fingers.

"Nine links of wisdom and soul?"

Although Prince yuan was greedy, he was also a man who knew goods. As the last prince, he also recognized the nine links of wisdom and soul that transferred disasters in the legend, rubbed them in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He narrowed his eyes and was very satisfied: "as expected, there is a legacy of Mr. Yuan Da in Wanxian Bureau. It's worth your trouble to get this nine series of intelligent souls to transport for the king. It seems that you don't have to die today."

He is not a fool.

He bears the brunt of the crisis in Xuantian city. How can he not understand.

But in this whirlpool, stretching his head is also a knife, and shrinking his head is also a knife. What can he do for a man who is greedy for comfort and pleasure.

If you weren't in a dilemma, who would have come to fortune telling?

Maybe only this nine series of intelligent souls can save his life.

Unexpectedly, Wanxian Bureau declined so far and could help him find this thing. Prince yuan was happy and laughed.

The rain that had just melted the fog suddenly condensed into raindrops again. Everyone was wet, but no one dared to talk. They just laughed with Prince yuan.

Right now.

Deep in the rain lane, a figure in red came out slowly and dragged the ground with a long sword. Even on the wet ground, it still burst into bright yellow sparks.

A curved track meanders and extends behind this person. I don't know how long it has been.

Prince yuan is still laughing.

He felt the killing intention, but he didn't take it to heart.

With his seventh level of martial arts cultivation in God's human territory, his almost invulnerable fat body and all kinds of guards, he was not afraid of assassination at all.

What's more, now the nine links of wisdom and soul have come into his hands.

——His life should have passed.

Who can kill him?

Prince yuan looked up at the sky and didn't care.

On the contrary, the sixteen shenrenjing six heavy warriors carrying the sedan chair became nervous. They bore the brunt to block the assassin's blow.

It seems slow and fast. The man in red seems to have dodged and reached the crowd.

At this time, I could see that this was a short girl. Her scabbard blade was seven feet long and taller than her, so she had to drag it to the ground.

"Who's coming! Get back quickly!"

"Don't collide with the Lord!"

"Go further and kill without amnesty!"

The swordsman carrying the sedan chair shouted disorderly.

Anyway, Prince yuan is also a descendant of the imperial dynasty and has his own privileges.

Even if they are unwilling, they are also the escort of Prince yuan.

The girl paused.

The murderous spirit in the rain and fog suddenly disappeared.

Everyone was relieved.

Maybe... It was a misunderstanding. It was just a Wuchi girl who accidentally bumped into Lord yuan's car. After all, there are countless people who want to kill Lord yuan, but they won't send a young girl to die.

"Little sister, leave quickly and don't disturb here!"

The sedan chair warrior's voice was much softer.

The girl in red slowly looked up, and her eyes were pale. Her skin was as white as paper, and a pair of black pupils as lacquer were in it, which was more contrary to peace.

She suddenly raised her mouth and showed a strange smile.

"Be careful!"

Everyone was in a trance and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The sword light suddenly rises!

A red sword light turned into a fierce ghost with a long horn and jumped on it!

Target - Lord yuan!

"Shura - burning of heaven!"

Prince yuan's eyes were open, and he was shocked and angry. His palms were pushed flat. The nine chains of intelligent souls flew up in situ and turned into a black arc to stop in front of the red long horned ghost.

——I thought that such a treasure could resist the sword for a moment, so that he could calmly exercise his skills and reach this evil sword with Amitabha's peerless body practice skill. But it never occurred to me that after the nine series sacrifice of the wise soul, it didn't hold on for a second in front of the fiery red Shura, and immediately broke and scattered in all directions.

"No!"

The king of yuan was split.

His Amitabha supreme upper body has not completed the exercise, and the absolute sword of Shura heaven burning is imminent. If you want to resist, where is the time?

Hiss!

The red devil passed by, and Prince yuan was stunned on the spot.

After a few seconds of silence, his huge body was evenly divided into two parts and flew out to the left and right!

A blood waterfall rose into the sky.

A black skull of the nine series of intelligent souls rolled and fell in a pool of blood. It didn't stop for a long time.

Prince yuan, who got the nine series of intelligent souls, still didn't escape the bad luck of dying.