Chapter 324 Send Your Majesty Respectfully

The carriage slowly stopped.

Xu Han narrowed his eyes and looked outside the carriage. The carriage had already arrived at the palace gate of Pu Tian Palace. There were a large number of people standing there, and the leader was the head of the Long Night Division, Lord Zhu Xian Zhu.

Behind him stood many important figures in the court. For example, Zhang Dongning, one of the three dukes, was an imperial historian. There were also rulers from Jianghu, such as the Violet Radiance Saber Saint, and Song Yueming.

The smell of blood came from ahead. Xu Han thought to himself, I'm afraid that the immortal has already entered the imperial palace. I'm afraid that Yuwen Luo also…

Thinking of that man, Xu Han couldn't help but feel a depressed feeling of a rabbit dying and a fox dying. He was different from him, but he was the same.

They all thought that they could hold onto their own lives, but in the end, they realized that it was just a scheme, a chess piece.

As Xu Han thought about this, a figure slowly walked down from the carriage next door. It was actually Prime Minister Zhang of Great Zhou, who was also one of the three dukes.

The old man was skinny and trembling, and it was very difficult for him to get out of the carriage.

"What is Lord Zhang doing here at this moment?" Seeing the two carriages, Zhu Xian raised his eyebrows and stepped forward to ask. The soldiers behind him also pressed their hands on the hilt of their sabers, as if they were ready to fight at any time.

"Enter the palace." The 70-year-old man did not show the slightest fear or cowardice when facing the rows of other noble soldiers behind Zhu Xian. He cupped his hands and replied calmly.

"Face Saint?" Zhu Xian's eyes wandered back and forth in the carriage behind the old man. He was not a fool. Xu Han's whereabouts were still unknown. There was a high possibility that the royal family's descendant was dressed in plain clothes in the carriage. If he were allowed to enter the palace, wouldn't all of these plans be for Tiance Prefecture?

Thus, Zhu Shouzuo waved his sleeves and said, "Your Majesty has something important to attend to right now. Lord Zhang, please return."

Of course, although he was talking about inviting them back, the soldiers behind Zhu Xian surrounded the two carriages and unsheathed their swords at that time. Obviously, they did not intend to let them off.

"What? Zhu Shouzuo wants to make a move?" Zhang Xiang narrowed his eyes and asked, his expression still calm.

"The prime minister with two carriages night into the palace, I wish someone since the grace of the holy, naturally to share the worries for the holy, the prime minister rest assured, I just check, if there is no major obstacle to the prime minister will leave." Zhu Xian smiled and said. At that moment, the soldiers surrounding the carriage were about to surge out.

Zheng!

Right at this moment, a loud sword cry suddenly sounded from the distant horizon.

A streak of white light lit up from the direction of Chang'an's city gates and soared into the sky. The white light wrapped in the sword intent that filled the sky whistled over, and in a flash, it arrived above the crowd.

Without waiting for any response from the crowd, it fell to the ground and landed on the ground less than half an inch away from Zhu Xian's face.

It was a snowy sword. Even outside the dense night sky of Pu Tian Palace, the sword's body still reflected a daytime-like light.

The soldiers who were about to rush forward stopped, and all the people behind Zhu Xian revealed expressions of shock. Zhu Xian's face turned pale, and the smile on his face dissipated.

Without exception, everyone present felt a terrifying sword intent from the divine sword that had suddenly arrived.

At this moment, the sword entered the third part of the earth. Wei Ran did not move, but the sword intent lingered around him like a devil god that was incompatible with everything in the world.

Just as everyone was still surprised by the sudden appearance of the divine sword, a voice suddenly came from all directions.

"Yue Fuyao of Heavenly Battle City greets Zhu Shouzuo with fifty thousand Heavenly Battle Army."

The moment these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.

Zhu Xian's expression became even gloomier. He looked behind him with a deep brow and wanted to ask the Imperial Envoy who was in charge of the White Phoenix Division where Yue Fuyao came from. Why did he not receive any news before? It was at this moment that he discovered that Ran Qingyi had disappeared long ago.

His mind sank, so he naturally wouldn't believe that there wasn't a single hint of hatred in it.

"Lord Zhu, can this old man go see His Majesty now?"

At that time, the old Zhang Xiang bowed to Zhu Xian Ying Ying again and asked.

…

Outside Wei Yang Palace, sword qi surged, and nine evil dragons wrapped around the black-clothed old man's scarlet sword like ghosts.

His eyes were brimming with blood, and his gaze towards the man in the dragon robe was filled with killing intent.

Yuwen Luo looked at the corpses of the Imperial Army soldiers lying beside him. After a long silence, he turned his gaze to the immortal in front of him.

"You're Sikong Bai?" He asked in a deep voice. There was not the slightest hint of cowardice in his tone. On the contrary, he was full of energy and carried a condescending aura.

At that time, the black-clothed old man swung his sword and pointed it at Yuwen Luo. His clothes bulged high, and black evil energy poured out from his body like a tide. At that time, his scarlet lips slowly opened and he spat out a cold voice, "For the sake of the world, please die, Your Majesty!"

Hearing this, Yuwen Luo smiled.

He stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes and stood with his hands behind his back. The faint green dragon qi behind him accompanied by the roar of a dragon whistled out, lingering around his body.

"If you want to kill me, come over there." He smiled and said with a solemn expression on his face.

Hearing this, Sikong Bai did not hesitate in the slightest. At that time, his speed was pushed to the extreme by him, almost turning into a stream of light that could not be seen clearly. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yuwen Luo.

The scarlet edge of the sword passed through the several True Essence barriers that Yuwen Luo had summoned, as if nothing had happened, and directly arrived in front of him.

At that time, the azure dragon energy behind Yuwen Luo was like a defiled god. A loud dragon roar rang out from the dragon energy. Then, the azure dragon energy gathered and turned into an azure dragon phantom. He roared towards Sikong Bai's sword edge.

The nine evil dragon truesouls that Sikong Bai had summoned all let out wailing cries in front of the green dragon before shattering like glass.

At that moment, the sword tip that was about to reach Yuwen Luo's eyebrows also stopped. It was as if an invisible barrier had appeared between the two. No matter how he activated the power in his body, he was unable to break through. On the contrary, his face became even paler because of the death of the nine True Spirits.

Just as Sikong Bai was struggling to ride down the tiger, the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand suddenly exploded with a dazzling bloody light.

At that moment, the blood-colored patterns on Xing Tian's slender sword seemed to have come back to life. They continuously coiled around the sword and wrapped around each other until they reached the hilt of the sword. Then, they arrived at Sikong Bai's arm that was holding Xing Tian's sword.

The blood-colored patterns seemed to carry a terrifying temperature. Just as they arrived, the black sleeves on Sikong Bai 's right arm were actually corroded by them at that time. The scorched black halo spread out and finally turned into dust. At that time, Sikong Bai 's arm was also exposed.

But this was only the beginning.

At that time, the blood-colored patterns turned into viper-like tentacles that wrapped around Sikong Bai's right arm. In just a few breaths, his right arm lost its original appearance. From his arm to his palm, it was wrapped around the blood-colored tentacles, as if his arm, tentacles, and Xing Tian Sword had become one.

At that moment, Sikong Bai's eyes were bloodshot. He let out a furious roar like a wild beast.

The blood on the Xingtian Sword shone brightly. The azure dragon let out a mournful cry as if it had encountered a natural enemy. Then, under the blade of the Xingtian Sword, it dissipated into smoke and turned into waves of azure light as it fled into the distance.

The Xing Tian Sword, which had retreated from the Azure Dragon, trembled endlessly. It was like a hungry beast that had eaten a meal of flesh and blood. Sikong Bai, who was holding the sword, could clearly feel how terrifying the power contained in the blade had become at that moment.

His eyes turned cold and he no longer had any worries. The blade of the sword once again went straight forward, heading towards the space between the Emperor's eyebrows.

This time, there was no further hindrance.

His sword tip pierced into Yuwen Luo's eyebrows with extreme ease. Everything was extremely easy, as if it had pierced into a lump of mud. It was so easy that even Sikong Bai was slightly surprised.

At that time, bright red blood flowed out from between Yuwen Luo's eyebrows, but it did not drip down, but seeped into Xing Tian Sword's sword body.

The smile on Yuwen Luo's face gradually froze. He looked at the blood-red-eyed immortal in front of him and opened his lips with difficulty.

"Immortal …"

"I can't escape, I can't jump out of this fate…"

"We are all chess pieces …"

"Monarchs are… Immortals are…"

"Canghai Liu, Mu Yushan, all of you are…"

As he said this, he slowly stretched out his hand and tidied up his embroidered dragon robe for the last time. Afterwards, the radiance in his eyes gradually dissipated. The movements of his hands suddenly stopped for a moment, and then his aura disappeared.

Sikong Bai immediately pulled back the sword in his hand. The blood light in his eyes flickered, and only after a few breaths did he return to normal. The blood-colored tentacles wrapped around his hands also faded away, and the blood-colored patterns appeared on the sword body once again. Before he could recover from this situation, his chest ached, his face flushed red, and a mouthful of blood arrow spat out from his mouth.

His True Spirit was shattered by Yuwen Luo's protective Dragon Qi. This caused even an immortal like him to be implicated. At this moment, the power of the Heavenly Punishment Sword dissipated, and the backlash caused his mind to tremble. It would be difficult for him to have any fighting strength in a short period of time.

At this moment, the door of the Wei Yang Palace in front of him was slowly pushed open.

An old man walked out with dim footsteps. He came to Yuwen Luo's corpse and stared at the corpse for a long time. Finally, he sighed and stretched out his trembling hand to slowly close Yuwen Luo's smiling eyes.

Then, he respectfully knelt down towards the corpse and said loudly to each other.

"I, Yuwen Cheng, respectfully bid farewell to His Majesty, distinguished guest Long Yu!"

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