Concubine Hu has been operating in Yunmeng Mountain for many years. Even if Luo Huainan and many people support Jing Xin, many people should support her.

She squinted her eyes and said, "It's too easy to find out later and too dangerous."

Gu Qing said: "The whereabouts we want are very simple. First of all, he is not in Yunmeng Mountain, and secondly, it is not an emergency."

Concubine Hu was slightly stunned and thought to herself that this was indeed much simpler.

Meeting these two conditions at the same time, Luo Huainan's whereabouts were originally news that could be known.

She stared into Zhao Layue's eyes and asked, "Don't you suspect that I am the mastermind behind the assassination?"

"Because you gave Shi Toyongchen's adopted son a sum of gold and silver?"

Zhao Layue said expressionlessly: "Although you are very idiotic in this matter, I am not an idiot."

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A very faint golden light suddenly appeared in the night.

Zhao Layue and Gu Qing stopped.

"It seems that the Peak Lord's injury has healed."

The black cloak wrapped tightly on the person's body made him look even shorter and fatter.

The lights in front of the temple illuminate his face.

The royal family worships Jinming City.

Gu Qing was very nervous and his lips were a little dry.

Zhao Layue didn't say anything.

Jin Mingcheng took out a sword from under the cloak, handed it to her, and said, "The sword is named Chuzi."

Zhao Layue said: "I have a sword."

Jin Mingcheng said: "Isn't Fu Sijian lost in the snow field?"

Zhao Layue said: "I still have my own."

Jin Mingcheng said: "That sword is like, and it can be recognized. It is not like the Chuzi sword. It has been hidden in the palace for hundreds of years and no one has remembered it."

Gu Qing thought vigilantly, was this just killing someone with a sword?

"If Your Majesty wants to kill whom, do you still need to borrow someone else's hand?" Zhao Layue asked.

Jin Mingcheng said slowly: "Your Majesty is the common ruler of the world. Because he has the word "common", many things are inconvenient to do."

Zhao Layue didn't say anything else and took over the sword called Chuzi.

Gu Qing glanced at her, a little surprised.

He was already very opposed to entering the palace tonight. There were too many dangers and real powerhouses hidden between this seemingly ordinary temple.

It is easy for these powerful practitioners to destroy him and Zhao Layue, and he even thinks that he cannot hide his whereabouts.

But Zhao Layue was very calm and didn't worry at all, as if she knew something.

What he didn't know was that Zhao leyue had already guessed that Tianjing Jiu left Zhaoyuan to go to Mount Li to meet the God Emperor.

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There is a deep mountain north of Yu County. There is a sect of cultivation called Beiximen here, which is a small external sect of the Zhongzhou School, and is famous for its good at making tools and formations.

One day in midsummer, more than ten masters and disciples of Beixi Gate came out of the mountain and headed towards Guiyun City. Beixi Gate refined three earth-level magic weapons two years ago, two of which were presented to Yunmeng Mountain. The remaining one was not in line with the skills inside the gate, and was ready to be sent to Guiyun City for auction.

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What Beiximen did not expect was that the most important magic weapon at this Zhenqi Pavilion auction was not produced by oneself, but a medicinal herb.

"What kind of grass is it? Is it more important than the earth-level magic weapon?"

"It has nothing to do with you and me anyway. I heard that the buyer has been confirmed."

"Who dares to make standardization in the treasure pavilion? Could it be what any master in the ancestral court wants?"

"Uncle Liu, do you know about this?"

The herb sparked a lot of speculation and discussion among the disciples of Beiximen.

People looked at the thin middle-aged man in the lead and asked curiously.

The uncle named Liu listened to these comments and smiled silently.

He knows more.

That herb should be the rumored Sanqing grass, and of course it is qualified to be placed at the most important position in the auction.

Qingshan Sword Sect has already released the wind, so naturally no one dared to compete with them for this herb, but just followed the rules of the Zhenqi Pavilion to follow the procedures.

Outside the valley is a plain, and Guiyun City is smooth all the way.

The cicadas chirped like a farewell.

Suddenly, the sound of cicadas suddenly disappeared.

The uncle Liu raised his eyebrows and said, "Be careful and set up the formation."

There is a saying that it is silent as a cicada. It is midsummer and the weather is hot and hot. Why does the cicada sound suddenly disappear?

A very faint black mist floated into the valley, and the newly born fruits among the trees would collapse when they encountered them.

The disciples of Beiximen looked abrupt and took out the magic weapon as quickly as possible to form a defensive formation.

The black mist gradually dissipated, and several figures gradually appeared. Judging from the clothes and cold breath, they were definitely not good people.

"I didn't expect that you were in a low state, but you were quite alert, and you could find our whereabouts in advance."

An old man with an indifferent expression said, "The young master wants the treasure you bring, hurry up and hand it over it."

The uncle Liu said, "It turns out that he is a demon from Xuanyin Sect. This is Yu County, less than three thousand miles away from Yunmeng Mountain. When did you become so brave?"

"Zhongzhou is Zhongzhou, you are you. What if you kill all of you? Can the Taoist priests in Yunmeng Mountain still come here?"

The old man was an elder of Xuanyin Sect, with extremely powerful evil skills. He didn't have these little masters and disciples in his eyes. He was just a little afraid of the formation of Beixi Sect. For some reason, Xuanyin Sect had a strong desire to seize the earth-level magic weapon and was directly. He did not bid in the treasure pavilion through the casual cultivator, but chose to snatch it directly.

The battle began like this, the air was torn apart, and countless airflows collided with each other.

The black fog became thicker and thicker, and the clear light emitted by the Beixi Gate formation became darker and darker.

The disciples of Beixi Sect stood in the formation, destroying their own magic weapons and maintaining the formation. Under the impact of the Xuanyin Sect, they worked very hard to support, their faces became paler, and they wanted to ask for help had already been sent out. I don’t know when the fellow sects will come to support, but if it is still time.

The elder of Xuanyin Sect looked at the scene in front of him coldly. It seemed calm, but in fact it was a little anxious.

This is not far from Beixi Gate. What should I do if the other party comes to help? What is more important is that if Yunmeng Mountain is alarmed, it will be troublesome.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the formation. The elder of Xuanyin Sect's eyes suddenly turned into a black mist and broke through the clear light, and came to the disciples of Beixi Sect.

The black fog regained its shape, and he showed up and held the Yin Banner in his hand and hit the Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu dared not resist such magic weapons head-on. He used the magic weapons to help them avoid them, and he did not care about the exposure of the disciples who maintained the formation.

The elder of Xuanyin Sect wanted this effect. He sneered, and the Yin Banner wrapped the disciple of the Beixi Sect nearest in with a heavy evil spirit.

His Yin Banner carries the earthly evil spirit and blood evil spirit energy. If ordinary practitioners cannot protect their bodies, they will die if they touch them, and there is no good reason.

The disciple of the Beixi Sect looked ordinary and had an ordinary aura. He was about to turn into blood. He seemed to be frightened and stood there without moving.

The elder of Xuanyin Sect suddenly felt something was wrong.

A small bronze bell suddenly appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!