v4 Chapter 113： bumpy luck

Xuanzheng fell into silence, unable to figure out why he would lose, this is simply a fantasy, it is impossible for something to happen.

He is the disciple of the Sword Immortal, who was destined to prove the realm of the Sword Immortal in the future, but lost to an unknown **** who came out of nowhere.

Many people in the imperial city are observing the situation here, including Yi Yuxian in the imperial palace.

The fight was sudden, and the result was even more unexpected.

Xuanzheng stood up from the ground and came to the sky again. He didn't lose his composure because of being defeated by Zhou An, and his expression was still calm. He stared at Zhou An and said:

"Do you want her to die? Returning to Wangtianzong is the only way to survive!"

Zhou An said casually: "What's the difference between being a turtle and dying? What's the difference between being unable to make your own decisions and dying?"

"Sword repairing pictures is a pleasure, how can it be bound by so many rules."

Although Xuanzheng's face was still calm, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, and his state of mind was agitated, but he just felt that Zhou An's words made his heart unsteady.

Yueli said aloud: "Brother, you can go back, I have made up my mind, thank you for coming here for me."

Xuanzheng didn't answer Yueli's words, but looked at Zhou An, and said, "Today you won by no means, I will come back tomorrow, not for anything else, just to compare yourself."

After speaking, Xuanzheng turned and left, calmer than expected.

Zhou An was dissatisfied when he heard this, and looked at Xuanzheng's back and shouted loudly: "Why is the victory invincible? Please make it clear, don't just run away if you say nothing!"

Seeing Xuanzheng leave completely, he also showed a serious look on his face. Although it seemed easy, but in fact the difference between the two of them was not much, and there was an element of his sneak attack taking the lead.

Zhou An didn't take Xuanzheng's words to heart, thinking that Xuanzheng should have said something harsh, that he wouldn't come tomorrow, and he could see that Xuanzheng was a person with a good face, if he couldn't beat him, he still had to come, no? Are you humiliating yourself?

He also noticed another anomaly, being able to defeat Xuanzheng so easily, the mass of black matter in his body that was fused with life energy and decay had exerted some force, making his sword even more mysterious in the invisible, It seems that one's own body is getting close to the most suitable direction, which is in line with the Dao.

"You actually beat him! He is Xuanzheng, who claims to be the one who will surely prove to be a sword fairy in the future. You beat him. Aren't you the first person under the fusion period now?" Qi Fugui said excitedly, After drinking a large glass of wine, his face was flushed.

The stronger Zhou An's strength, the greater the probability that he can ascend to the throne.

Yueli is also a serious reminder: "The incident happened suddenly today, he may not have used all his strength, you should be more careful."

Of course she knew how strong Xuanzheng was. Back then on Wangtian Mountain, she fought a hundred moves with an elder at the fusion stage without losing.

Zhou An's ability to easily defeat Xuanzheng also made her a little confused, and always felt that something was wrong.

Zhou An sat sideways, put one hand on the table, and said with a chuckle: "Even if he hits Xuanzheng a hundred times, he may not be able to beat me once."

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Zheng suddenly turned his head to look this way, obviously he heard it too, Zhou An's voice was not loud, but he didn't cover it up.

For a cultivator of Xuanzheng's level, even a very small sound can be heard from a long distance away.

Walking on the street, Xuanzheng came to the gate of Wangtianzong's residence. The whole street is Wangtianzong's property in the imperial city. The people here are all disciples of Wangtianzong's outer sect, so they have not been recalled to the sect. Qualifications.

The wheels of the carriage rolled and creaked.

A carriage slowly passed by the street, it seemed to be waiting nearby, a person got off the carriage, dressed as a scholar, with clean eyes, got off the carriage, bowed respectfully to Xuanzheng, and said:

"It has been heard for a long time that the sword wielder of Wangtianzong has mastered the three-point sword intent of Daqian Sword Immortal back then. Looking at it today, it is indeed so."

Xuanzheng frowned, and he heard a lot of compliments, but today he was defeated by Zhou An, and hearing such words again, he felt a bit of sarcasm, and said coldly: "What's the matter?"

With a standard smile on his face, the scholar lowered his head slightly and said, "Our master has long heard of His Majesty's name, and would like to invite you to talk about it today."

Xuanzheng glanced at the extremely ornately decorated carriage, and then asked, "Who is your master?"

The scholar raised his head, seemed to be a little proud, and said: "It is the current eldest prince. The master said that he knows Zhou An very well and can help you come up with countermeasures."

Xuanzheng didn't want to agree at first, but when he heard what the other party said, he nodded, "Then you lead the way."

Even though Zhou An was trying to win him today, it made him feel less confident.

It's hard to say whether he will win or lose tomorrow, but his identity does not allow him to lose a second time, otherwise he will really lose face.

Losing once may be an accident, what about losing the second time?

This is probably also related to whether his future Tao can go smoothly. The state of mind is mysterious, and the heart of the Tao cannot be expressed clearly. If there is a little bit of incomprehension, he may be stuck in a bottleneck and cannot make any further progress.

The night is long.

The three of Zhou An sat on the tower and drank until the next morning, when the heavy snow was still falling.

Before dawn, Qi Fugui received an astonishing news that the Nine Kings, Bingbei King, were killed in the palace in the east of the city last night, and the murderer was missing.

"According to the news, the other people in the palace didn't notice anything abnormal. King Bingbei died on the bed, as if he died suddenly." Wang Mang said in a deep voice.

Qi Fugui was sweating profusely as he listened to it. Such a method was impossible to guard against. I am afraid that even with Zhou An around, he might not be safe and sound, but the target had not yet been aimed at him.

Zhou An said calmly: "It looks like the eldest prince did it."

The Nine Kings were on the side of King Jing'an before, and the eldest prince was extremely suspicious.

Qi Fugui shook his head, but he was not sure, and said: "I know his temperament very well, everything is done after planning, he would not be so reckless, my father is not dead yet, it is even more impossible for him to do such a thing. "

Zhou An shrugged his shoulders, and felt that this kind of thing didn't seem to have much to do with them. As long as it didn't affect them, he could just hang it up high. How's the situation over there?"

Yueli went out before dawn to deal with the demonized people last night. Those with mild symptoms could be sent out of the imperial city, while those who were deeply demonized could only be killed on the spot.

There are still many monks left in the imperial city, but few are as active as her.

As the saying goes, one blow can move the whole body, monks of different forces are restraining each other, maintaining a delicate balance, no one dares to make a big move, Yueli seems to be an outsider.

At this time, even a slight wave will cause great commotion, and being in the limelight will become the target of public criticism.

Because of Xuanzheng's arrival last night, everyone is paying attention to Wu'an Mansion now, especially after Zhou An defeated Xuanzheng, Qi Fugui may become a thorn in the eyes of many people, and they wish to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Naturally, Zhou An couldn't easily leave the vicinity of Wu'an Prince's Mansion, he had to ensure the safety of Qi Fugui.

As soon as Zhou An walked out of the gate of the palace, he saw a person standing on the snowy street, motionless, with a flying sword floating behind him, it seemed that he had been here for a long time, it was Xuanzheng.

This flying sword has also changed a lot compared to yesterday, the aura is even more astonishing, and the golden silk thread is coiled around the sword like dragons and phoenixes.

"Hey, is this squatting at the door for me?" Zhou An said with a smile, stepping out of the gate of the palace, the blade of the sword came out, and the sound of the sword was high-pitched.

Xuanzheng said calmly: "I can't take the initiative to call you out, I can only wait for you to come out, I can't interfere with the succession of the Daqi royal family's throne..."

Zhou An looked at Xuanzheng in front of him, and said in surprise: "Have you ever thought that the moment you stepped into the imperial city, you have already interfered. And as the disciple of Wangyue Sword Immortal, you should be enough to represent Wangtianzong. "

Xuanzheng didn't refute, the sword intent continued to expand in a calm and solid environment, forming a mountain higher than the sky, and said slowly:

"I'm here to bear the karma on Yueli's behalf. I said before that you don't have the qualifications. If you really want her, you shouldn't let her stay in the imperial city."

Zhou An felt that what Xuanzheng said might be the truth, but he didn't agree with what he said, let alone the so-called cause and effect.

If there really is a so-called definite cause and effect, then all of this was doomed from the very beginning.

One life is two, two is three, and three is all things. Perhaps at the very beginning, the appearance of all things has been doomed. Maybe someone wants to change this appearance.

"Xuanzheng! Do you have that qualification?" Zhou An was furious, and the anger he felt at this moment was not directed at Xuanzheng, but at the Dao of Heaven.

The two came to the top of the imperial city at the same time, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared in the space between the clash of sword intent.

Zhou An is not perfect, his cultivation is not perfect, and his state of mind is not perfect, but there is one thing that is stronger than Xuanzheng, and that is the realm of swordsmanship, the small accomplishment of Tao.

Xuanzheng is perfect, his cultivation is Dzogchen, and his mental state consciousness is clear, but his swordsmanship is not as good as Zhou An.

Zhou An's kendo is improving all the time. He has a living sword intent that can help him continue to deduce it. The stronger the sword intent, the faster the deduction speed will be.

His kendo is higher than when he was in Luping County, and he is still climbing upwards, gradually reaching the next level.

While Xuanzheng's sword intent was changing, Zhou An saw another shadow, standing with his sword behind his back, facing the sunlight in the sky, the terrifying sword intent exploded and expanded at a tiny point.

This is the power of the Daqianyan Sword, the sword intent of the Sword Immortal. Although the sword intent is extremely weak after thousands of years, it is still terrifying. It penetrated Zhou An's sword domain in the first time, making him reveal flaw.

"This time I won!"

Xuan Zheng controlled the flickering flying sword to slash towards Zhou An, and the sword intent formed was like a small world, crushing and destroying Zhou An's sword field.

If he is blessed at this time, it is probably because he has not felt the pressure from his peers for too long. Zhou An's appearance has stimulated him instead, giving his kendo a new vitality. After comprehension last night, He actually had the illusion that the way of the sword was about to break through.

He confirmed that as long as he breaks through to the fusion stage now, the way of swordsmanship will also break through to the realm of Taoism.

Xuanzheng is indeed a true genius in the way of swordsmanship.

Facing this sword field like a small world, Zhou An didn't retreat, and swung his sword again, like an inverted hourglass, the poles reversed in an instant.

After fully triggering that mass of black matter, it seemed as if everything would come to fruition, as if his kendo had climbed to another level.

The rotten sword is like a strand of hair, penetrating this all-encompassing small world through the gap.

Everything burst like a bubble, turned into ashes and scattered, and became dilapidated in time.

A dazzling sword light penetrated the sword field, broke through the Daqian sword intent, and penetrated Xuanzheng's spiritual shield and body.

Xuanzheng showed a dazed look, and when he realized it, he had already fallen, as if there was no difference from yesterday.

He didn't understand why Zhou An could break open his Great Thousand Sword Domain so easily, just like smashing an egg with a stone.

Is the gap really that big?

He kept asking himself, falling from a high altitude, even the bright sword heart was affected, stained with a layer of filth, and the pure white snow fell on his face, as if stained with other colors.

Zhou An withdrew his smooth long sword, looked at Xuanzheng who fell lightly on the ground, and said seriously:

"You are not my opponent, unless you break through to the integration stage."

It is undoubtedly a great irony for these words to fall into Xuanzheng's ears. He has always said these words, and others listened to them, but now it is the other way around.

Xuanzheng got up from the ground, although he still had strength left, he didn't make another move, as if he had lost all his energy.

"you win."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and swayed away along the street, his whole body seemed to be decadent in an instant.

The first half of his life was so smooth that he couldn't bear such a blow, it was like being swallowed by an abyss.

Looking at Xuanzheng's back, Zhou An found it hard to understand: "I only lost once, but I didn't die. Is that the case?"

Of course he couldn't understand Xuanzheng's current state of mind.

He is an evil ghost crawling out of the doomsday, how many times he was close to death, how many times he fled, lingering on his last breath, and he did not spare any energy just to live.

What's so terrible about failure is what's terrible about losing!

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

The air in the imperial city is very stuffy, making it difficult to breathe. As time goes by, fewer and fewer people become demonized.

The rest of the people in the imperial city probably have adapted to this environment. Even if they want to be demonized, it will take longer and they don't need to deal with Zhou frequently.

After Zhou An deduced the way of swordsmanship in the palace and competed with Xuanzheng, he also gained a lot of new insights. The Daqian sword intent comes from the sword fairy, so there are naturally many mysteries.

After all, this Great Thousand Sword Intent is not Xuanzheng's own Dao. If he wants to prove Dao Sword Immortal in the future, he must make a breakthrough, otherwise he will stop here.

For Zhou An, death is a familiar thing, just like footsteps coming from behind, the sound is getting louder and clearer, and he can count the steps and calculate how long he can live.

At the same time, Zhou An also roughly figured out the function of the black material, which seemed to temporarily improve his kendo realm.

It's just that this approach also has disadvantages, and it will make the decadent sword will become stronger uncontrollably.

If the decadent sword intent were out of his control now, he might die in an instant.

If he wants to continue his life now, he must either find the fountain of life, or find the wanderer and kill him.

He didn't think about the fountain of life, it was drinking cranes to quench thirst, and it was too weird, maybe it would turn him into a monster instead.

And if the itinerants didn't show up, Zhou An would have nowhere to look for these guys.

At night, the moon and stars are sparse, the sky looks gray, and the snow becomes smaller for a while.

Xuanzheng hadn't left the imperial city yet, sitting alone in the courtyard, drinking wine, constantly thinking about the previous scenes in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more disturbed he was.

He looked at the full moon in the sky, and at the Prince Wu'an Mansion, he could vaguely see the high tower, but because of the restriction, he couldn't see the scene on the high tower clearly.

Not long after, the scholar came to visit again, almost the same as before, lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, our master has something important to discuss."

Xuanzheng looked at the scholar, and said indifferently: "Important matter? What important matter can there be? I will not interfere with the affairs of your Daqi royal family."

The scholar showed a smile on his face, and continued: "Your Majesty, this matter is related to you. Our master has also heard about the incident during the day."

Xuanzheng was already holding back his anger, and said with a cold snort, "If I lose, I lose, what else can I say, why, don't you think I'm someone who can't afford to lose?"

The scholar shook his head, his round eyes turned shrewdly: "Of course not, but the sword repairer named Zhou An has some problems, otherwise how can he win against you?"

"Oh?" Xuanzheng's face changed slightly, and he was aroused by curiosity and asked: "Tell me in detail."

The voice of the book said subtly: "My lord should have heard about the incident of being attacked by evil cultivators during the Immortal Contest."

Xuanzheng's eyes changed slightly: "I've heard of it, does it matter?"

The scholar didn't say any more: "What's the specific relationship, our master will tell you."

Another night passed, and there was still no change in the imperial city, but on this morning, the emperor summoned King Jing'an again.

This was the third time, and the Emperor had not summoned anyone else.

King Jing'an stood at the gate of the palace, without much expression, he seemed unhappy. After seeing Yi Yuxian, he quickly asked: "Master, how is my father's current situation?"

Yi Yuxian shook his head, didn't say much, and led King Jing'an towards the Jinluan Palace.

King Jing'an sank when he saw the national teacher's reaction, and he probably guessed the result. This moment finally came, and he sighed in his heart that the sky of Daqi was about to fall.

The emperor did not lie on the bed, but sat on the highest dragon chair, propped up with one hand, and looked down at King Jing'an, with a solemn and dead air on his body, as if he would die at any moment, but even so, he still maintained his As an emperor's graceful and luxurious instrument.

"I'm going to die." The emperor said softly, and the voice echoed in the hall very clearly.

King Jing'an's heart sank. If the emperor died at this juncture, the sky might really fall, and he might not be able to hold it.

Without waiting for King Jing'an to reply, the emperor continued: "Many people probably want me to die, but they don't know that once the Great Qi collapses, it will be of no benefit to anyone!"

"My death has something to do with those evil cultivators, but it's not that big of a relationship. The time has come and the time is not far behind."

"You just need to keep in mind what I entrusted to you, and don't live up to my expectations of you."

King Jing'an was about to raise his head to say something, when he heard the emperor's voice again: "Let's go, let me be quiet for a while, I have already made the will."

King Jing'an was confused when he heard this, but still wanted to ask, Yi Yuxian walked up, patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Let's go, there's no need to say so much."

Although King Jing'an didn't know why, he still nodded, turned around and followed Yi Yuxian and left the Golden Luan Hall. The door of the main hall was slowly closed, and the last ray of light was blocked out.

At this time, the emperor remained motionless, maintaining his previous appearance, and his eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

If someone could carefully check his opportunity, he would find that this person had died half a month ago.

Xu Chang was waiting outside the door. Besides that, there were five or six monks who looked not young, and all of them had mysterious auras.

"Your Highness, take shelter with me in the Immortal Mansion, this place is no longer safe." Xu Chang said with a serious expression.

His righteousness was condensed to the extreme, and he was already a monk in the integration period.

King Jing'an nodded, and followed Xu Chang silently to leave. The monks with mysterious aura did not leave together, but continued to wait in the Golden Luan Hall.

Everyone looked serious, as if facing a big enemy, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, wrapped in snow, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.

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"This snow is getting worse and worse." Yue Li breathed out, and opened the window beside her, and the wind and snow poured in, covering her face with snowflakes.

Zhou An leaned on the chair and didn't open his eyes, with a lazy look: "Yeah, it's not quite right as it gets bigger and bigger. On the head of the imperial city, it's like being manipulated by humans."

"Could it be that the immortals in the sky are playing tricks? Otherwise, I can't think of anyone who has such a great ability to make people like the sword fairy have to avoid it."

From Xuanzheng's reaction, he could see that Wang Tianzong was definitely afraid of something, and he was extremely afraid, otherwise he would never have closed the sect in such a hurry.

They knew some secret things, but they didn't tell others. Yueli's status in Wangtianzong was not low, but they didn't know it either.

That's enough to say a few things.

Yue Li shook his head and said affirmatively:

"Why do immortals do such things? If they want to destroy Daqi, they should use some more direct methods. Moreover, since ancient times, who has really seen immortals descend to the mortal world?"

"These are wild rumors,"

Zhou An sat up, pointed to the ceiling with one hand, and said seriously: "I don't think the above should be a fairyland, or it used to be, but it's not now."

"Even if there used to be immortals, there probably aren't any now."

He recalled the barren world he saw before, thinking back and forth, and felt that the world he saw was the so-called fairyland.

"Why?" Yue Li frowned and asked back, feeling that what Zhou An said was a bit absurd and violated common sense in the world of cultivating immortals.

Zhou An pulled the sword out of the scabbard and said, "This sword may have changed a lot, but it should be Changchun Sword Immortal's natal flying sword."

Yueli was silent for a moment, not doubting what Zhou An said, and asked in surprise: "Why is this sword in your hand? It seems that the sword of Changchun Sword Immortal has never been passed down."

Zhou An continued: "As for how this sword got into my hands, let's not talk about it, I saw some pictures from my sword, probably what Changchun Sword Immortal saw before he died, and was left in the sword intent , the sword intent is wiped out, but these images still remain."

"According to the information you told me before, someone saw Changchun Sword Immortal ascending in the daytime, but found Changchun Sword Immortal dead a month later."

"Therefore, I have every reason to suspect that the Changchun Sword Immortal has indeed succeeded in ascension, and after seeing the Immortal World, he came back for some reason."

"That world was barren, with nothing but a sword mound. Changchun Sword Immortal should have been pierced through his body by a large black sword and died."

"Death by the rotten sword intent!"

Yue Li's expression was dull, he stared blankly at Zhou An for a while, and then said: "What you said is true? Are you joking?"

What Zhou An said was well-founded, and it didn't seem like she was joking, but she didn't want to believe it from the bottom of her heart.

Every immortal cultivator probably has a hope, to ascend to immortality, to prove Taoism and live forever

Now someone suddenly tells you that these are all fake, who can accept it?

She thought of what Wen Miao said before, and immediately realized: "In this way, what Wen Miao said is not all false."

Zhou An changed his voice and said: "What Xuanzheng said is also true. The current imperial city is probably more dangerous than it looks. It is very dangerous for you to stay in the imperial city. Even if you do not return to the sect, you should leave the imperial city." .”

Yue Li frowned: "Aren't you leaving?"

Zhou An's face was full of disappointment: "I am a dying person, how can I go, naturally I have to fight in this imperial city, and I promised Qi Fugui that I want him to ascend the throne."

"Speak naturally and do it."

There was a smile between Yue Li's brows and eyes, very clean, like a trickle, and said: "If you don't go, I won't go either. Naturally, you can't force me to go, you said."

In the evening, the entire sky was painted dark red by the sunset glow, as if blood was dripping from above.

Zhou An sat cross-legged on the top of the tower, looking towards the direction of the palace, with a serious face, always feeling that something will happen tonight.

Not long after, I felt the vibration of the ground, like an earthquake, as if a huge monster turned over in the underground of the imperial city, and a majestic death aura rose from the imperial palace.

"What on earth is that?" Wang Mang was also full of astonishment, even he, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, felt the great changes in the palace.

Immediately afterwards, several powerful auras came from the imperial palace, suppressing the entire imperial city, making all the monks terrified and afraid to act rashly.

That was a monk in the fusion stage, not just one, but at least eight or more.

"Is this all the monks in the fusion stage of the Immortal Mansion here?" Qi Fugui muttered to himself, clenched his fists involuntarily, his forehead was covered with sweat.

He didn't know much about it, he only knew that with Daqi's current luck, once the emperor died, something big would happen, and he didn't know exactly what kind of big thing it was.

There were several more shocks, more obvious each time, as if something wanted to come out of the ground, and the luck of the imperial city was constantly bumping and collapsing.

Zhou An's scalp felt numb, and only then did he realize that there was something connected to luck in the underground of the imperial city, and he vaguely perceived a general shape.

Like a dragon!

"It can't really be a dragon."

He pondered, although he said so, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, "In this way, Longmai Spring also has a source."

Thinking of this, he was a little curious about what that dragon looked like, and why it was suppressed underground in the imperial city. Considering how long Daqi had existed, it must have been at least thousands of years.

The vibration continued from time to time, until it was dark, and then it was dawn, and it was dark again, and a shocking formation could be seen appearing in the palace. Yin power.

With the continuous operation of the large formation, the luck of the imperial city has stabilized again, and the situation seems to have improved.

Until the third day, the shaking continued, and the entire imperial city fell into a closed state, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

Zhou An sat on the tower for three consecutive days without moving, paying attention to the situation in the imperial city all the time, and his face became more and more serious.

Qi Fugui has been pacing back and forth in the courtyard. As a prince, he is connected to the luck of the imperial city, so he can clearly feel the changes, and said:

"It should work. I think the frequency of shaking has weakened, and the luck of the imperial city has become more and more stable."

Yueli shook his head, and saw some clues: "I'm afraid I'm not so optimistic, that big formation is about to fail, the upspin and downspin of the formation are completely out of touch, and they are being torn apart bit by bit by something. crack."

"Under this ebb and flow, the formation will be destroyed!"

She has a relatively deep understanding of formations, and naturally sees that the current situation is not very good, so she can draw such a conclusion.

Some things are not as complicated as imagined, and many people may be able to see the results.

The big formation is still going on, and there is no intention of stopping.

At night, it was still snowing, and the shaking suddenly became more violent. Starlight poured out from above the formation, and a big hole was visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a gust of icy cold wind, and dragon roars!

As if everything had changed, cold death spread.

Zhou An saw a dragon's head protruding from the formation. It was a dragon's head with rotting flesh and blood. There was no light in his eyes. He had lost his sanity and was spontaneously struggling against the shackles of the formation.

This is what was suppressed under the imperial city, a living dragon corpse.

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People in the imperial city have lived on a dragon corpse for thousands of years.

This dragon corpse has never really died, and was suppressed by luck. Da Qi also enjoyed the benefits of luck, but now it has become a death talisman.

Zhou An clearly felt the horror of this dragon corpse, and he didn't dare to look directly at it. The resulting space distorted and became dim.

A group of people in the Immortal Mansion maintained the operation of the formation, fighting against the dragon corpse.

There was a loud noise, and an outer wall of the palace collapsed, and a large number of golden armored soldiers were crushed under the ruins.

A group of evil cultivators came out of nowhere and attacked the imperial city from the front.

"Are these people crazy? Once the big needle breaks, all of us will die here!" Qi Fugui, who knew the situation over there, cursed and motioned for Zhou An to help.

Zhou An shook his head. He felt that it was not that simple. It was like playing a game of chess. He was probably in a key position. Unless it was absolutely necessary, it was best not to act rashly.

Sure enough, more evil cultivators emerged from all over the city.

A pitch-black figure appeared out of nowhere above the Prince Wu'an's Mansion, as if it had traveled from another dimension.

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