"I really didn't expect that General Xu was willing to follow the crowd." Situ Cheng said sarcastically.

Xu Da walked in front and rolled his eyes, sighing and retorted: "I really don't understand what you literati and poets are thinking in your mind for a day."

The main hall of Houtu Temple is located in the inner courtyard, with an outer courtyard in front and a pasture behind. The scope is very wide. If you go back along the original road, you have to walk a small incense stick.

The Golden Fire Cavalry was still standing in the inner courtyard of the main hall. However, as soon as they stepped out of the inner courtyard, they saw all the iron army with black armor. Even after walking through several small paths, they could not see half of the golden armor.

Tie Linjun, who "obstructed the man", followed closely behind, with Xu Da leading the way.

The ministers were disheartened and stepped out of the gate of Houtu Temple one by one, like a series of prisoners in court robes. However, after Xu Da's burly and majestic figure moved away, the group of "prisoners" were all stunned and stood in front of the gate, forming stone statues with their chins flying.

I saw the marshal sitting high on the horse without wearing a helmet, and he showed his conspicuous white hair, and the usual cold play was still hanging on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. After seeing the row of dull faces, he said lukewarmly: "I think you are all suffering from torture. I think you will have to collect the body if you don't send someone to rescue you. It seems that you are quite energetic."

"Yuan, Marshal?" Situ Cheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes were blank, and he was slowing down eighteen beats like a thunderclap in the sky before he recognized the man.

"The Marshal has not already..." Even the Prime Minister, who has seen many storms, has become a wooden chicken. I really can't believe that this is actually a "real person" for a long time?

Jun Han smiled, then turned over and dismounted, casually threw the helmet in his hand to the side, and Xu Da immediately caught it quickly.

"I have only passed away for a few days and I can't stand it anymore, so I specially borrowed a day from the King of Hell to pretend to be a corpse and quell the chaos. When I look back, I remember to burn the incense of "Loyalty to the country". Maybe I can still bless you all in the ground."

“…”

Marshal is really good at picking up this joke...

"Okay, there's nothing you have done here, hurry up and go back to the house to rest." Jun Han took a step into the threshold, and Situ Cheng jumped back to his senses like a "corpse-deceived" and turned around and called him: "Marson, Chen chased him..."

But before he could finish his words, Jun Han casually blocked him: "Let's talk about other things again, and be careful of the change of dynasty."

Such a rebellious word in the world is probably the only one who dares to say blatantly - in front of the first-rank minister in the court...

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The little emperor sat on the ground in a daze, without any resistance, and was filled with fear, but in fact he was even more panicked than being at a loss.

The King of Northern Yan slowly put the sword back into the sheath. The sound of grinding gold and stones "clang" was long, like torture of the ears, almost destroying the little emperor's mind to the extreme.

It was not until the sound of the sheathing was completely gone that the King of Northern Yan turned around and looked down at the emperor who looked like a trembling little quail. The sarcasm in his heart was revealed on his face, and he instantly changed from a "kind" uncle to a real life-seeking evil spirit. The vague winter snow light that reflected the window paper faintly penetrated into the hall, and only lit up three or five steps away from the door, but when he arrived at the altar, he was left with a strange mist.

The King of Northern Yan walked towards the little emperor slowly, his footsteps paused and his burly figure was infinitely lengthened by the window light, and his face was also sunk in the shadow, but his murderous aura was about to cover up.

The little emperor had never seen such a life-threatening posture before. Seeing this, he couldn't help but kicking back. However, before he could move a foot, his back hit the cold and hard altar wall, which made his spiritual sense dazed, and he subconsciously shouted: "Uncle..."

The King of Northern Yan finally stopped a step away and fell down, as if he was still interested in maintaining his usual "kindness", but no matter how gentle his smile was, he was eventually disgusted by the word "rebellion".

"Your Majesty," he called in sincerity, "as long as you write the edict to pass the throne now and voluntarily abdicate, I will not treat you badly."

"You..." The emperor's voice trembled, but his eyes immediately turned sharp, as if he suddenly picked up his dignity as a king. "Do you think I am a fool?"

As soon as this was said, the King of Northern Yan had already slapped the emperor's "dragon face" with the wind. His palm was like a thousand pounds, slapped His Majesty's golden crown to the ground, his eyes were filled with stars, and his soul was ups and downs. He could not recover for a long time, but he was pulled back by a sharp light.

The King of Northern Yan pulled out his sword from his waist again, and nailed it to the emperor with a clang. When he was condescending again, he had no intention of hiding his murderous intent.

"Aren't you?" King Beiyan seemed to have exhausted his last patience, "You are not worthy of being in this position! You do not have the ability to resist me, so I will stop myself while I don't want to take your life in person. I will give you a grand funeral when I look back."

Until today, the little emperor truly understood the tragic incident of bloody fighting against the throne recorded in history books, and finally understood how crazy the so-called "power" can make people crazy.

The fire of hatred suddenly burst out in his cold heart. He gritted his teeth and stared at the person in front of him who had stepped on him into the dust and humiliated him. He was determined to draw his sword and kill him several times. However, he was not born to be a martial arts material, so he was afraid that he could not even draw out the sword from the nail.

King Sensen of the Northern Yan looked at him, "As long as I want to wait for me to do it?" But as soon as he finished asking, a noise sounded outside the door, and it sounded like a shout of fighting with weapons.

How is this possible?

At present, the entire capital is under his control, so how could there be any rebels attacking?

The King of Northern Yan is like a frightened bird at this moment. Even if he believes in his heart that "nothing is wrong", he will still be shocked by the slightest slightest movement - he is guilty of being a thief.

The King of Beiyan pushed the door open and looked at it in shock, but he just opened a crack in the door panel. A soldier in golden armor was thrown over. The King of Beiyan avoided him sideways, and the soldier smashed the door panel and rolled into the hall, bringing blood all the way, and finally stopped in front of the panicked and confused His Majesty, scaring the young and weak little emperor to scream.

Jun Han rushed in with only one courtyard with bare hands and leisurely stepped onto the stairs in front of the hall. He was as shocked as a ghost that the arrogant prince had just been unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Jun Han?" King of Northern Yan screamed strangely.

"What? Have you never seen a corpse fraud?" Jun Han tilted his wrist armor and walked up the stairs. As soon as the white-haired figure appeared into the hall, the little emperor was like a soulless wooden chicken, as if he had seen hope, but the flame could not warm the ice that had just been stuffed into his heart.

He looked at the almost distorted scene in front of him in a daze, as if he was still in the marshal's dead state of mind. What he saw was not reality, but just an illusion.

"Don't look at him..." A strange voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the emperor was shocked, and in a blink of an eye he saw half of his pale face.

This "Prince Zhuyue" is like a ghost, with half of her body hidden in the stone wall, and her pale five fingers like the pale claws hooking the emperor's delicate and tender neck. Her nails seemed to have a sharp edge, and a blood mark was found with a slight slimming.

"you……"

"Shh..." He wrapped his arm around the little emperor's slender chest and ribs, tugged his body lightly towards the wall of the altar, and then took the little emperor to the shoulder of the statue, and just avoided the critical blow that Jun Han threw.

After the inspiration that had hit the wall of the altar disappeared, the "Crown Prince" laughed out loud, holding the panicked little emperor in his hand, but his face was pale like a dead person.

"This is really the boring battle for the throne I have ever seen." He covered his mouth and laughed, his posture was bizarre and tortuous, and he seemed charming, but he was always scary, like a male and female ghost. After laughing for a while, he calmed down again and looked at the void, not knowing who he was saying to: "It's so stupid, I'm fine, I'm better to kill all of them..."

Jun Han had never been in the mood to talk to others, and even if the emperor was captured in his hand, it would not affect his actions at all. He saw a phantom flashing under the hall, and Jun Han jumped up. However, the "Crown Prince" only waved his sleeves, and he didn't know which family he practiced. He called the King of Northern Yan from the air, which had no spirit in his sword. Its power was so sharp that Jun Han had to jump away as soon as he noticed the murderous aura.

The sword suddenly plated with "spirit" penetrated into the forehead of the statue of Houtu, and exploded the entire statue with a "bang". The dust spread out, and the figure holding the yellow dragon robe suddenly disappeared into the smoke and dust, and in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of the sound.

Jun Han quickly withdrew from the temple, but the sword seemed to have not yet faded from its murderous intent, and it also chased after it.

This time, Jun Han faced Zhang Ling in front of him. When the sword edge touched the Ice Blue Spirit Barrier, it broke into several pieces. In a blink of an eye, the strange "spiritual breath" disappeared, and it turned into a pile of ordinary fragments.

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A strange wind steeply passed the ridge where the tomb was set up on Jiuding Mountain, blew up the branches and snow. Unconsciously, the spirit net in Guiyi's hand trembled violently.

Gui Yi suddenly opened his eyes. Gui Wu saw this and hurriedly came over to see it, but he couldn't see anything. In the end, he had to open his mouth and ask, "What's wrong?"

"The same spiritual breath as last time I was outside the funeral."

"The one who wants Bailiyun to go to the Western Region?" Gui Wu confirmed again.

Gui Yi nodded, "It exploded suddenly just now, and the spirit is very powerful. It seems that it has been hidden for a long time."

Lianyin was still holding the glass mirror bead, "There is another spiritual power."

"What?" Both brothers were shocked.

Lianyin poured a little bit of green spirit into the bead, and immediately led out spots of blood-colored spiritual silk. Although there were not many, they were everywhere.

Gui Wu came over and looked around, "Is this, Ghost Star?"

"During this period, another ghost star power has been hidden nearby, but the source cannot be found."

"Can you take this opportunity to find it?"

Gui Yi shook his head, "It's hard to say - now you should focus on the aggressive thing just now, and Gui Xing can temporarily stop it." Even though that was said, Gui Yi turned his face and reminded Lian Yin: "But please ask your wife to keep an eye on Gui Xing's movements."
Chapter completed!