Chapter 508 Battle of the Imperial City
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 508 Battle of the Imperial City
Wu Siyuan looked at the striking help signal in the sky, directly tore through the void, and rushed over.
At this time, the ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect all saw the two long swords intersecting in the air. This was the assembly signal of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They immediately turned around and rushed towards the direction of the signal.
Jianwu also found the signal in the air, which was sent by Mo Pei from the Law Enforcement Hall. It was because the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall were in trouble, and they actually sent out two kinds of light and dark signals. It seemed that the situation was not good.
Jianwu fled directly into the air, stepped on his own natal sword, and rushed to where the signal was.
Inner courtyard of Tianqing Palace
The national teacher looked at the bound and sturdy Meng Zhonglun, and pulled out a greedy smile:
"Hahaha! God has not failed me, finally made me wait. I have long wanted to change my body. It is really time for you to come."
Face to face at this time, although Meng Zhonglun was controlled, but the amber eyes were shining, looking at the pale Xiexiu in front of him, he said calmly:
"You want to take it from me."
"You're smart, my body is no longer good enough, I wanted to choose one of the worshipers this time, but they are all mortals, even if they have spiritual roots, they have to practice again, and I have you, directly It is Nascent Soul cultivator, which can save me a lot of things."
"Hmph! You are dreaming."
"Hahaha, dreaming or not, wait until I take your body."
The national teacher came in front of Meng Zhonglun, turned his soul into a black light ball and rushed into the opponent's sea of consciousness, while that body aged in an instant, turning into a pile of skinny bones, and then fell straight on the ground, already It is a state of old age and death.
Meng Zhonglun knew that when the opponent rushed into his own sea of consciousness, his soul turned into a ball of white light and came to his own sea of consciousness.
At this time, the black soul light group rushed up immediately, opened its mouth and bit off a trace of Meng Zhonglun's soul, Meng Zhonglun's soul trembled in pain, and bit the opponent without hesitation.
Two balls of light, one black and one white, began to fight in the sea of consciousness. Every time Meng Zhonglun bit each other, the color of his soul became darker. He knew that it was the evil energy of the other party that was infecting his soul, so he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
The moment Wu Siyuan arrived, he found out that Meng Zhonglun's situation was not right. He could tell with a quick glance that no one could help him now, it was all up to him.
Then he waved his hand, cut off the brown-red blood vessel that bound Meng Zhonglun, and dropped a protective shield to protect him in the middle.
Then the long sword in Wu Siyuan's hand plunged straight into the palace, nailing the "blood sac" that was about to escape to the ground, and then the whole palace began to shake, the blood sac stretched out its brown-red tentacles from the ground in order to escape , began to drag the living person into the capsule.
For a moment there was chaos in the inner courtyard of the palace, Wu Siyuan frowned, if this continues, the entire city will become funeral objects.He immediately made a formula, and a barrier fell, covering the entire palace inside.
Jianwu also arrived at Yujian at this time, and saw that Wu Siyuan had already made a move, and a figure appeared above the imperial city, standing in the sky, and his deep voice spread to every corner:
"The monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect are here to kill the evil cultivators. Everyone evacuates the imperial city immediately to avoid accidental injury!"
The common people in the city were awakened by the earthquake long ago. Seeing the white-clothed fairy standing in the air at this time, they knew that this was a calamity coming. They couldn't control anything else, so they immediately put on their clothes, rolled up their burdens, and rushed out of the city.
The officers and soldiers guarding the city did not dare to stop them. This was the order of the immortal chief to immediately open the closed city gate to let people rush out.
The rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect were rushing this way, sensing the fluctuation of spiritual power in the air, knowing that the front had already been handed over, they increased their speed again.
Jianwu saw the personnel withdraw, turned around and entered the barrier, lightly waved "Thunder" in his hand, and a sword light with lightning struck down, cutting off half of the brown-red blood vessels that were making trouble on the ground.
Wu Siyuan and Jianwu started a joint attack, one after another sword light mercilessly struck the "blood sac", causing the whole earth to tremble, almost half of the palace was destroyed, and the living people were killed by Wu Siyuan's sleeve. Lightly waved to send out the enchantment.
With the arrival of the first team of Tianjianzong, the subsequent teams also arrived one after another, and Wu Siyuan had no chance to make a move after that.
These guys seized a chance to practice their skills, and each team took turns to go into battle, and the "blood sac" was obstinately worn out, and in the end, there was no residue left after being burned by Wu Siyuan.
At this time, everyone is in the barrier, dealing with the dirty blood from the blood sac, so as not to pollute the entire palace. Afterwards, Wu Siyuan waved his hand and ordered:
"Leave one team here to recruit people, and the rest will act according to the original plan. We have already fought with evil cultivators. Such a big movement will definitely attract their attention. It is estimated that it will be hidden deeper. You should be more cautious. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord, we will be more cautious."
Jianwu added on the side:
"Pay attention to Mo Pei's messages at any time, keep in touch, and warn in time if there are situations that you can't handle."
"Yes."
Afterwards, without any delay, everyone stepped on the flying sword and left the imperial city. Below was a group of kneeling people.
Wu Siyuan and Jianwu finally came to Meng Zhonglun's side. There was a hint of evil spirit in Meng Zhonglun's body for a while, and a hint of spiritual energy for a while, which shows that the battle for the home has become fierce.
Jianwu looked anxiously, this is not a good sign, then he seemed to think of something, took a hand bead from his wrist, and stuffed it in Meng Zhonglun's hand, hoping to help him.
The moment the hand bead was stuffed in, it emitted a soft Buddha light, and then along the palm of Meng Zhonglun, it spread all the way to the whole body, and finally when it was on the head, it began to contend with the overflowing evil spirit.
Meng Zhonglun, who was fighting in the Sea of Consciousness, suddenly felt that his body was not so heavy, and the black energy on his soul also faded a lot, as if someone was helping him.
He was sure that his fellow disciples saw the signal for help when he was dragged into the palace, so he cheered up and started another round of fighting.
When the sun rose in the east, Meng Zhonglun finally opened his eyes, the amber pupils were still cool, Wu Siyuan's spiritual sense swept over him, knowing that the other party hadn't been taken away, but his cultivation level fell back to the middle stage of Golden Core, a full drop of one level.
Meng Zhonglun stood up and saluted the two:
"Thank you Lord Wu and Lord Jianwu for protecting me and allowing me to defeat this evil cultivator's spirit."
As he spoke, he held up the bead in his hand, ready to return it to Jianwu.
Jianwu waved his hand and said:
"You keep the Bodhi bracelet first, and I order you to go back to the sect immediately to see Lord Jian Lun, and I will reassign someone to fill your vacancy."
"Yes, this time it was Zhong Lun's dereliction of duty and was discovered by the evil cultivator, which caused the accident."
"It's not your fault, you don't need to blame yourself, just follow orders!"
"Yes!"
The entire palace had been restored to its original state by Wu Siyuan, but because the evil cultivators were exterminated, the rejuvenated emperor became old in an instant, and he had only one breath left. He ordered his descendants to ask the immortal elder to continue his life.
A trace of contempt flashed in Jianwu's eyes. In order to live a long life, the king of a country had a friendship with evil cultivators and kept his "blood bag" in the palace. .
Jianwu just pointed at one of the men who showed unwillingness, and said to everyone:
"The emperor's lifespan has expired, and the dragon energy on his body has dissipated. He is the new emperor, and the dragon energy on his body has been completed. You are ready to succeed!"
After speaking, he took Meng Zhonglun and disappeared in front of people.
When the new emperor went to send a message to the old emperor, he found that the other party had passed away. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was more happy or more sad.
(End of this chapter)
Wu Siyuan looked at the striking help signal in the sky, directly tore through the void, and rushed over.
At this time, the ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect all saw the two long swords intersecting in the air. This was the assembly signal of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They immediately turned around and rushed towards the direction of the signal.
Jianwu also found the signal in the air, which was sent by Mo Pei from the Law Enforcement Hall. It was because the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall were in trouble, and they actually sent out two kinds of light and dark signals. It seemed that the situation was not good.
Jianwu fled directly into the air, stepped on his own natal sword, and rushed to where the signal was.
Inner courtyard of Tianqing Palace
The national teacher looked at the bound and sturdy Meng Zhonglun, and pulled out a greedy smile:
"Hahaha! God has not failed me, finally made me wait. I have long wanted to change my body. It is really time for you to come."
Face to face at this time, although Meng Zhonglun was controlled, but the amber eyes were shining, looking at the pale Xiexiu in front of him, he said calmly:
"You want to take it from me."
"You're smart, my body is no longer good enough, I wanted to choose one of the worshipers this time, but they are all mortals, even if they have spiritual roots, they have to practice again, and I have you, directly It is Nascent Soul cultivator, which can save me a lot of things."
"Hmph! You are dreaming."
"Hahaha, dreaming or not, wait until I take your body."
The national teacher came in front of Meng Zhonglun, turned his soul into a black light ball and rushed into the opponent's sea of consciousness, while that body aged in an instant, turning into a pile of skinny bones, and then fell straight on the ground, already It is a state of old age and death.
Meng Zhonglun knew that when the opponent rushed into his own sea of consciousness, his soul turned into a ball of white light and came to his own sea of consciousness.
At this time, the black soul light group rushed up immediately, opened its mouth and bit off a trace of Meng Zhonglun's soul, Meng Zhonglun's soul trembled in pain, and bit the opponent without hesitation.
Two balls of light, one black and one white, began to fight in the sea of consciousness. Every time Meng Zhonglun bit each other, the color of his soul became darker. He knew that it was the evil energy of the other party that was infecting his soul, so he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
The moment Wu Siyuan arrived, he found out that Meng Zhonglun's situation was not right. He could tell with a quick glance that no one could help him now, it was all up to him.
Then he waved his hand, cut off the brown-red blood vessel that bound Meng Zhonglun, and dropped a protective shield to protect him in the middle.
Then the long sword in Wu Siyuan's hand plunged straight into the palace, nailing the "blood sac" that was about to escape to the ground, and then the whole palace began to shake, the blood sac stretched out its brown-red tentacles from the ground in order to escape , began to drag the living person into the capsule.
For a moment there was chaos in the inner courtyard of the palace, Wu Siyuan frowned, if this continues, the entire city will become funeral objects.He immediately made a formula, and a barrier fell, covering the entire palace inside.
Jianwu also arrived at Yujian at this time, and saw that Wu Siyuan had already made a move, and a figure appeared above the imperial city, standing in the sky, and his deep voice spread to every corner:
"The monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect are here to kill the evil cultivators. Everyone evacuates the imperial city immediately to avoid accidental injury!"
The common people in the city were awakened by the earthquake long ago. Seeing the white-clothed fairy standing in the air at this time, they knew that this was a calamity coming. They couldn't control anything else, so they immediately put on their clothes, rolled up their burdens, and rushed out of the city.
The officers and soldiers guarding the city did not dare to stop them. This was the order of the immortal chief to immediately open the closed city gate to let people rush out.
The rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect were rushing this way, sensing the fluctuation of spiritual power in the air, knowing that the front had already been handed over, they increased their speed again.
Jianwu saw the personnel withdraw, turned around and entered the barrier, lightly waved "Thunder" in his hand, and a sword light with lightning struck down, cutting off half of the brown-red blood vessels that were making trouble on the ground.
Wu Siyuan and Jianwu started a joint attack, one after another sword light mercilessly struck the "blood sac", causing the whole earth to tremble, almost half of the palace was destroyed, and the living people were killed by Wu Siyuan's sleeve. Lightly waved to send out the enchantment.
With the arrival of the first team of Tianjianzong, the subsequent teams also arrived one after another, and Wu Siyuan had no chance to make a move after that.
These guys seized a chance to practice their skills, and each team took turns to go into battle, and the "blood sac" was obstinately worn out, and in the end, there was no residue left after being burned by Wu Siyuan.
At this time, everyone is in the barrier, dealing with the dirty blood from the blood sac, so as not to pollute the entire palace. Afterwards, Wu Siyuan waved his hand and ordered:
"Leave one team here to recruit people, and the rest will act according to the original plan. We have already fought with evil cultivators. Such a big movement will definitely attract their attention. It is estimated that it will be hidden deeper. You should be more cautious. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord, we will be more cautious."
Jianwu added on the side:
"Pay attention to Mo Pei's messages at any time, keep in touch, and warn in time if there are situations that you can't handle."
"Yes."
Afterwards, without any delay, everyone stepped on the flying sword and left the imperial city. Below was a group of kneeling people.
Wu Siyuan and Jianwu finally came to Meng Zhonglun's side. There was a hint of evil spirit in Meng Zhonglun's body for a while, and a hint of spiritual energy for a while, which shows that the battle for the home has become fierce.
Jianwu looked anxiously, this is not a good sign, then he seemed to think of something, took a hand bead from his wrist, and stuffed it in Meng Zhonglun's hand, hoping to help him.
The moment the hand bead was stuffed in, it emitted a soft Buddha light, and then along the palm of Meng Zhonglun, it spread all the way to the whole body, and finally when it was on the head, it began to contend with the overflowing evil spirit.
Meng Zhonglun, who was fighting in the Sea of Consciousness, suddenly felt that his body was not so heavy, and the black energy on his soul also faded a lot, as if someone was helping him.
He was sure that his fellow disciples saw the signal for help when he was dragged into the palace, so he cheered up and started another round of fighting.
When the sun rose in the east, Meng Zhonglun finally opened his eyes, the amber pupils were still cool, Wu Siyuan's spiritual sense swept over him, knowing that the other party hadn't been taken away, but his cultivation level fell back to the middle stage of Golden Core, a full drop of one level.
Meng Zhonglun stood up and saluted the two:
"Thank you Lord Wu and Lord Jianwu for protecting me and allowing me to defeat this evil cultivator's spirit."
As he spoke, he held up the bead in his hand, ready to return it to Jianwu.
Jianwu waved his hand and said:
"You keep the Bodhi bracelet first, and I order you to go back to the sect immediately to see Lord Jian Lun, and I will reassign someone to fill your vacancy."
"Yes, this time it was Zhong Lun's dereliction of duty and was discovered by the evil cultivator, which caused the accident."
"It's not your fault, you don't need to blame yourself, just follow orders!"
"Yes!"
The entire palace had been restored to its original state by Wu Siyuan, but because the evil cultivators were exterminated, the rejuvenated emperor became old in an instant, and he had only one breath left. He ordered his descendants to ask the immortal elder to continue his life.
A trace of contempt flashed in Jianwu's eyes. In order to live a long life, the king of a country had a friendship with evil cultivators and kept his "blood bag" in the palace. .
Jianwu just pointed at one of the men who showed unwillingness, and said to everyone:
"The emperor's lifespan has expired, and the dragon energy on his body has dissipated. He is the new emperor, and the dragon energy on his body has been completed. You are ready to succeed!"
After speaking, he took Meng Zhonglun and disappeared in front of people.
When the new emperor went to send a message to the old emperor, he found that the other party had passed away. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was more happy or more sad.
(End of this chapter)
