Chapter 1029: Death of Quan Ji!

"Shua!"

Three figures descended, revealing a terrifying aura. Zhuan Zhu and the others paused, and a solemn look appeared on their faces.

"Greetings to the Imperial Uncle!"

"No need to be polite!"

The three of them saluted to Old Ghost Yan, who nodded with a smile, and his eyes were also filled with a bit of relief.

Although he was of a higher generation, he was not at all arrogant in front of these three people.

"Such villains have invaded our imperial city. We must arrest them all!"

"Don't worry, Master Uncle!"

The three of them looked at the people in the underworld. The Ten Yamas came forward and stood behind Zhuan Zhu and Nie Zheng, each of them releasing the aura of a great master.

Inside the palace, Emperor Yan looked solemn, put on a robe and came outside the palace.

"Kill!"

Zhuan Zhu shouted, and the people behind him all rushed towards the three people. The Black and White Impermanence entangled Quan Ji, and the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons attacked Old Ghost Yan.

A group of worshippers were also dragged away.

"Fight!"

A great battle unfolded again in front of the palace, but as soon as they started fighting, the Ten Kings of Hell felt unprecedented terrifying pressure.

Since their debut, they have only been in the underworld for three or two years, although most of them were masters who had been famous for a long time before.

But compared with the old monsters that have been supported by these dynasties for nearly a hundred years, they still lack some foundation.

Zhuan Zhu and Nie Zheng's figures completely turned into ghosts, secretly restraining the three ancestors of the royal family.

On the attic not far away.

Mo Rufeng looked at the three people and said softly: "The Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld are only at the peak of Tianmen, and Nie Zheng and Zhuan Zhu have the strength of Wanxiang Realm!"

"But the three old men of the royal family, each of them has the strength of true destiny!"

"The underworld is going to fail!"

Li Huange spoke with some concern on the side. Influenced by Mo Rufeng, he now stands on Dayu's side.

Mo Rufeng glanced at the old man beside him lightly. People thought that the most terrifying thing about Dayu was the Jinyiwei.

The major dynasties thought that Dayu's most terrifying thing was their intelligence agency, the Black Ice Platform.

Quan Ji thought that the underworld was Dayu's foundation.

But only he knew that the person next to him was the real big daddy!

If this person didn't nod, no one in the underworld would die today.

"Ahem!"

Seeing that Li Bai had no intention of taking action, Mo Rufeng couldn't help but ask: "Brother Li, are you really not going to take action?"

Li Bai glanced at the front of the palace city, picked up the wine gourd on his waist and drank a mouthful.

"Teacher, what realm is Brother Li now?"

"Hmm..."

Gu Mitian also pondered for a while, and after thinking for a moment, he said seriously: "I don't know if I'm wrong, it should be... the peak of the transformation realm?"

"What?"

"Transformation... Transformation realm?"

Mo Rufeng also showed a bitter smile on his face. Back then in the secret hiding in Daxia, this guy killed the grandmaster at the peak of the master, and opened the gate of heaven without entering!

Now, it seems that his cultivation has fallen, and he has reached the transformation realm?

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the Five Senses King and Biancheng King of the Ten Hells fell to the ground, their breath weak, and a trace of blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

If Zhuan Zhu had not secretly restrained the attack of a Dayan ancestor, I'm afraid the two would have died directly.

"Dare to hurt my underworld Yama!"

"Looking for death!"

Zhuan Zhu's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent, and his figure flashed, leading him into the darkness again. When he appeared again, the dagger in his hand stabbed directly at Quan Ji.

"Shua!"

A cold light flashed past, and Quan Ji felt a hint of murderous intent locking himself, but there was no way to dodge.

I only felt a sharp pain in my chest, and the dagger sank directly into my chest!

"Puff!"

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, and Quan Ji's body was unstable, and he staggered to the ground. Zhuan Zhu saw that he had succeeded in one strike, and he was not reluctant to leave. He took out a whistle from his sleeve and blew a quick whistle.

The ghost soldiers of the underworld flashed, and disappeared outside the palace city in a few ups and downs.

"Has their target always been Quan Ji?"

"But... Quan Ji is not dead yet!"

Li Huange widened his eyes and stared at the fallen figure. At Quan Ji's level, a knife in the chest is unlikely to be fatal.

"Prime Minister!"

"Are you okay?"

Quan Ji looked at the figures rushing up from all around, black blood kept coming out of his chest, and hurriedly said: "Quick, take me to see His Majesty."

"I have something important to tell you."

"Yes!"

Several emperor's guards immediately lifted him up and ran towards the palace.

Emperor Yan also saw the scene of Quan Ji being injured, and hurriedly walked down the palace wall, waiting for Quan Ji's arrival.

"Cough cough!"

Quan Ji coughed lightly, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and took out a thick stack of envelopes from his sleeve with his skinny palm, and put it in his arms, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Emperor Yan stood quietly in front of the steps. His status as an emperor prevented him from going forward to check. Instead, he silently watched the guards carry Quan Ji to him.

"Hurry up!"

"Faster...faster!"

"I want to see your majesty. It's about the fate of the country!"

"Hurry!"

Quan Ji kept urging him. The emperor's guards almost ran away. As soon as they rushed to Emperor Yan, Quan Ji held the envelope tightly in his hand and raised it high. Before he could speak, his head fell down.

"Prime Minister!"

"Prime Minister Quan!"

"Imperial Physician... Hurry up and call the imperial physician!"

Seeing Quan Ji die, the Yan Emperor, who had been holding the emperor, also had a flash of confusion in his eyes, and a panic on his face, and he rushed forward.

Perhaps, the fate of the empire was rewritten in this moment.

"Your Majesty... Minister Quan..."

"Minister Quan!"

The Yan Emperor was a little confused. Just now, he saw Quan Ji dying, but he didn't feel anything, and even didn't stir up much waves in his heart.

But when he really died, the Yan Emperor knew that his only support in the court was gone.

The pillar of the Dayan Dynasty that had been in power for decades collapsed!

"Your Majesty, this is what Minister Quan wants to give you."

"Hmm?"

The Yan Emperor's expression condensed, looking at a thick stack of bloody envelopes, but he was a little confused.

"Come here!"

"Send the prime minister back to the mansion, notify the Ministry of Rites, and handle the prime minister's funeral with the rites of a king!"

"Appoint Quan Ji as the Grand Master and the Duke of Yan!"

...

A great war ended, and the underworld was hidden again, scattered in the world.

But in a secluded courtyard, Li Ru couldn't sleep all night.

"Sir!"

A black shadow appeared, bowed respectfully, and whispered: "Quan Ji is dead."

"Swish!"

Li Ru stood up directly, took a long breath, and a complex expression appeared on his face: "A generation of famous prime ministers ended with such an ending, which is really touching!"

"Of course, the struggle of the great world should be like this, using any means, and the winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit!"

"Notify everyone, everything will be implemented according to the plan!"

"Yes!"

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