Chapter 84 Conspiracy to Assassinate
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Wu Yi Yun
Chapter 84
"Such a strong spiritual sense, at least the fourth grade of the master, are you trying to spy on me?"
Chu Jing's complexion changed slightly, he restrained his breath, and performed the dead wood magic skill, as if he didn't notice it, he went straight to bed.
……
Temple of the Prophets.
The prophet's eyes widened, as if seeing something incredible.
"Master Prophet, what's wrong?"
Emperor Zhou asked puzzledly.
The Prophet smacked his lips and said: "When my divine sense first descended, I found the golden light shining in the Ninghua Hall, as if there was a dragon coming out of the world."
"What? Dragon Qi? Prophet, are you reading that right?"
Emperor Zhou was dumbfounded.
This dragon energy is equivalent to a person's luck.
In this world, except for the emperors of various countries, almost no one owns it.
Although Emperor Zhou had dragon aura, his biological brothers with the same bloodline did not have it.
According to the prophet, Emperor Zhou was able to ascend to the throne at the beginning because of his dragon spirit.
Dragon Qi, the king of a country.
The connection here is enough to prove how precious the dragon energy is.
But the prophet actually said that there are people in Ninghua Palace who have dragon spirit.
Doesn't it mean that there is a second person in the palace who has the air of an emperor?
"I should have read it right. But your majesty, the strange thing is that when my divine sense completely entered the Ninghua Palace, the dragon energy disappeared without any trace, as if it had never appeared before!"
The Prophet said with a gloomy expression, "Now I'm observing your friend. He does have a normal aura and doesn't look like a warrior."
"Is that so? My lord Prophet, do you think that the dragon aura came from my friend?"
Emperor Zhou asked curiously.
The Prophet shook his head resolutely: "It is absolutely impossible, this Chu Jing is too mediocre, if such a person has dragon spirit, then he is fake!"
Withdrawing his spiritual thoughts, the Prophet rested his cheeks and murmured: "It's not him, who was in the Ninghua Palace just now, and still has the spirit of a real dragon?"
Emperor Zhou couldn't answer this question, so he could only smile wryly.
Finally, the Prophet smiled wryly: "Could it be that my time is running out and I'm starting to hallucinate?"
Hearing this, Emperor Zhou anxiously pulled the prophet and said, "Master Prophet, you will live forever, please don't say such depressing words!"
"I hope." The Prophet smiled wryly, with hidden worries in his heart, death is not terrible.
The scary thing is, Zhou Guo will perish with me after I die!
……
Ninghua Hall.
Make sure that terrifying divine sense leaves.
Chu Jing just got out of bed and looked into the night.
"The divine sense just now was the Prophet Zhou?"
There was a prophet in the state of Zhou, whose name is unknown. Zeng Gui was the teacher of the state and the emperor, and also the god of the sea in the state of Zhou.
This person's achievements are overwhelming, and he is somewhat stronger than the eunuch of King Yan.
It is also the key to Zhou Guo not falling.
"There are people in this palace who are stronger than me, it seems that we have to be more cautious in the future."
A series of messages flashed through his mind, and Chu Jing secretly made up his mind.
……
Yan Kingdom.
Royal Palace.
"Damn it! Let Chu Jing's vicious dog run away, but now, even that bitch Chuanxiong has returned to the palace!"
"I'm not reconciled!"
Emperor Yan's roar was like thunder, and he didn't know how many things were smashed in the hall.
The eunuchs and maidservants were trembling and did not dare to speak.
After some venting, Emperor Yan realized that he had said something wrong, and said to the corner: "My lord, I don't mean to blame you for Chu Jing's escape..."
"The servant knows, thank the emperor for his kindness."
From the corner came the prince's soft voice.
After confirming that the other party was not angry, Emperor Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately said viciously: "What I am not reconciled to is that Chuanxiong dared to come to my territory to provoke him, but I haven't found him yet..."
Wang Gonggong said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I'm sure that the Prophet will not have much time. When he dies, we will make a big attack at that time, and Zhou Guo can take it down at will."
Emperor Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I know these things. It's just that I'm angry, and I want to die now!"
Today, the Yan Kingdom is powerful and has reached its peak.
Throughout the past and present, things must be reversed when they are extremes, and it is a natural law that things will decline when they are prosperous.
Emperor Yan was a tyrant, but he also had ideals and ambitions.
He wanted Yan Kingdom to become the strongest in the mainland, and after unifying the countries, he even wanted to take action against the lofty "Xianmen".
Such lofty ambitions are naturally not so easy to achieve.
Since the country has reached its peak, there is no possibility of further advancement.
If you don't want your national strength to decline, you have to find a way to expand.
But the surrounding three countries have equal national power, and Emperor Yan can't make a move.
Only the state of Zhou is weak, but with a fourth-rank master in charge, it is difficult to start a big battle.
Playing with small friction, you can't get any cheap.
This was where Emperor Yan wanted to kill.
As long as Emperor Zhou dies.
Zhou Guo is busy with internal fighting, even if there is a fourth-rank grandmaster fighting, he is not afraid, he can eat away at will.
"Your Majesty, if you really want to kill Chuanxiong, you can do it."
The prince said sadly: "Aren't you going to send envoys to Zhou State in a few months? Just send people to assassinate them at that time."
"Assassination?"
Emperor Yan's face was stunned: "That Chuanxiong is very weak, but he has three second-rank guards and one fourth-rank guard by his side, not a cat or a dog can kill him."
"However, Eunuch Wang, do you have anyone to recommend?"
Eunuch Wang said with a smile: "I have a friend who works in the Blood Demon Sect. He has a third-rank strength and is short of money recently... If you make a move, it shouldn't be difficult to kill a Chuanxiong!"
Emperor Yan was silent and his heart sank.
The great immortal sects are transcendent but prosperous, and their strength surpasses that of the dynasty!
Grandmaster does not see many martial arts.
But it can be seen everywhere in Xianmen.
What's more, there are venerables hidden in all the major immortal sects!
It is no exaggeration to say that the power of each fairy gate can destroy any country at will.
As the king of a country, Emperor Yan wanted to maintain his rule forever, but was threatened by the immortal sect and felt uneasy.
This is why he hates "Xianmen" and wants to eradicate them all.
The Blood Demon Sect is not familiar with "Xianmen", but they are at the same level.
Belonging to the big forces on the other side of the magic way, they have the same background.
Any member of this demon sect dares to assassinate the king of a country for money.
Emperor Yan got angry when he thought about it, but deliberately laughed and said, "This Lord of the Blood Demon Sect has fourth-rank strength?"
"That's right, there are only three grades of grand masters. But my friend knows that the Prophet Zhou's life is exhausted and he will die at any time. When the emperor dies, he may not take action against him."
"And even if the Prophet takes action, as long as my friend succeeds, there is still a way to escape from the Zhou Kingdom. You don't have to worry about this, Your Majesty!"
Emperor Yan felt hot in his heart.
He didn't worry about the life and death of the Gorefiend Cult assassins.
What he was worried about was that the death of Emperor Zhou would cause trouble for the Yan Kingdom.
But this time the assassin came from the Blood Demon Cult. When the Prophet Zhou Guo asked, he could completely blame the Blood Demon Cult, right?
Thinking of this festival, Emperor Yan excitedly said: "Then Wang Gonggong, please let that friend prepare for the assassination. In terms of money, it is easy to discuss!"
……
March is over, it's morning,
In Ninghua Palace, Chu Jing signed in as usual.
"Hey, I successfully signed in at Ninghua Palace and got..."
"Such a strong spiritual sense, at least the fourth grade of the master, are you trying to spy on me?"
Chu Jing's complexion changed slightly, he restrained his breath, and performed the dead wood magic skill, as if he didn't notice it, he went straight to bed.
……
Temple of the Prophets.
The prophet's eyes widened, as if seeing something incredible.
"Master Prophet, what's wrong?"
Emperor Zhou asked puzzledly.
The Prophet smacked his lips and said: "When my divine sense first descended, I found the golden light shining in the Ninghua Hall, as if there was a dragon coming out of the world."
"What? Dragon Qi? Prophet, are you reading that right?"
Emperor Zhou was dumbfounded.
This dragon energy is equivalent to a person's luck.
In this world, except for the emperors of various countries, almost no one owns it.
Although Emperor Zhou had dragon aura, his biological brothers with the same bloodline did not have it.
According to the prophet, Emperor Zhou was able to ascend to the throne at the beginning because of his dragon spirit.
Dragon Qi, the king of a country.
The connection here is enough to prove how precious the dragon energy is.
But the prophet actually said that there are people in Ninghua Palace who have dragon spirit.
Doesn't it mean that there is a second person in the palace who has the air of an emperor?
"I should have read it right. But your majesty, the strange thing is that when my divine sense completely entered the Ninghua Palace, the dragon energy disappeared without any trace, as if it had never appeared before!"
The Prophet said with a gloomy expression, "Now I'm observing your friend. He does have a normal aura and doesn't look like a warrior."
"Is that so? My lord Prophet, do you think that the dragon aura came from my friend?"
Emperor Zhou asked curiously.
The Prophet shook his head resolutely: "It is absolutely impossible, this Chu Jing is too mediocre, if such a person has dragon spirit, then he is fake!"
Withdrawing his spiritual thoughts, the Prophet rested his cheeks and murmured: "It's not him, who was in the Ninghua Palace just now, and still has the spirit of a real dragon?"
Emperor Zhou couldn't answer this question, so he could only smile wryly.
Finally, the Prophet smiled wryly: "Could it be that my time is running out and I'm starting to hallucinate?"
Hearing this, Emperor Zhou anxiously pulled the prophet and said, "Master Prophet, you will live forever, please don't say such depressing words!"
"I hope." The Prophet smiled wryly, with hidden worries in his heart, death is not terrible.
The scary thing is, Zhou Guo will perish with me after I die!
……
Ninghua Hall.
Make sure that terrifying divine sense leaves.
Chu Jing just got out of bed and looked into the night.
"The divine sense just now was the Prophet Zhou?"
There was a prophet in the state of Zhou, whose name is unknown. Zeng Gui was the teacher of the state and the emperor, and also the god of the sea in the state of Zhou.
This person's achievements are overwhelming, and he is somewhat stronger than the eunuch of King Yan.
It is also the key to Zhou Guo not falling.
"There are people in this palace who are stronger than me, it seems that we have to be more cautious in the future."
A series of messages flashed through his mind, and Chu Jing secretly made up his mind.
……
Yan Kingdom.
Royal Palace.
"Damn it! Let Chu Jing's vicious dog run away, but now, even that bitch Chuanxiong has returned to the palace!"
"I'm not reconciled!"
Emperor Yan's roar was like thunder, and he didn't know how many things were smashed in the hall.
The eunuchs and maidservants were trembling and did not dare to speak.
After some venting, Emperor Yan realized that he had said something wrong, and said to the corner: "My lord, I don't mean to blame you for Chu Jing's escape..."
"The servant knows, thank the emperor for his kindness."
From the corner came the prince's soft voice.
After confirming that the other party was not angry, Emperor Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately said viciously: "What I am not reconciled to is that Chuanxiong dared to come to my territory to provoke him, but I haven't found him yet..."
Wang Gonggong said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I'm sure that the Prophet will not have much time. When he dies, we will make a big attack at that time, and Zhou Guo can take it down at will."
Emperor Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I know these things. It's just that I'm angry, and I want to die now!"
Today, the Yan Kingdom is powerful and has reached its peak.
Throughout the past and present, things must be reversed when they are extremes, and it is a natural law that things will decline when they are prosperous.
Emperor Yan was a tyrant, but he also had ideals and ambitions.
He wanted Yan Kingdom to become the strongest in the mainland, and after unifying the countries, he even wanted to take action against the lofty "Xianmen".
Such lofty ambitions are naturally not so easy to achieve.
Since the country has reached its peak, there is no possibility of further advancement.
If you don't want your national strength to decline, you have to find a way to expand.
But the surrounding three countries have equal national power, and Emperor Yan can't make a move.
Only the state of Zhou is weak, but with a fourth-rank master in charge, it is difficult to start a big battle.
Playing with small friction, you can't get any cheap.
This was where Emperor Yan wanted to kill.
As long as Emperor Zhou dies.
Zhou Guo is busy with internal fighting, even if there is a fourth-rank grandmaster fighting, he is not afraid, he can eat away at will.
"Your Majesty, if you really want to kill Chuanxiong, you can do it."
The prince said sadly: "Aren't you going to send envoys to Zhou State in a few months? Just send people to assassinate them at that time."
"Assassination?"
Emperor Yan's face was stunned: "That Chuanxiong is very weak, but he has three second-rank guards and one fourth-rank guard by his side, not a cat or a dog can kill him."
"However, Eunuch Wang, do you have anyone to recommend?"
Eunuch Wang said with a smile: "I have a friend who works in the Blood Demon Sect. He has a third-rank strength and is short of money recently... If you make a move, it shouldn't be difficult to kill a Chuanxiong!"
Emperor Yan was silent and his heart sank.
The great immortal sects are transcendent but prosperous, and their strength surpasses that of the dynasty!
Grandmaster does not see many martial arts.
But it can be seen everywhere in Xianmen.
What's more, there are venerables hidden in all the major immortal sects!
It is no exaggeration to say that the power of each fairy gate can destroy any country at will.
As the king of a country, Emperor Yan wanted to maintain his rule forever, but was threatened by the immortal sect and felt uneasy.
This is why he hates "Xianmen" and wants to eradicate them all.
The Blood Demon Sect is not familiar with "Xianmen", but they are at the same level.
Belonging to the big forces on the other side of the magic way, they have the same background.
Any member of this demon sect dares to assassinate the king of a country for money.
Emperor Yan got angry when he thought about it, but deliberately laughed and said, "This Lord of the Blood Demon Sect has fourth-rank strength?"
"That's right, there are only three grades of grand masters. But my friend knows that the Prophet Zhou's life is exhausted and he will die at any time. When the emperor dies, he may not take action against him."
"And even if the Prophet takes action, as long as my friend succeeds, there is still a way to escape from the Zhou Kingdom. You don't have to worry about this, Your Majesty!"
Emperor Yan felt hot in his heart.
He didn't worry about the life and death of the Gorefiend Cult assassins.
What he was worried about was that the death of Emperor Zhou would cause trouble for the Yan Kingdom.
But this time the assassin came from the Blood Demon Cult. When the Prophet Zhou Guo asked, he could completely blame the Blood Demon Cult, right?
Thinking of this festival, Emperor Yan excitedly said: "Then Wang Gonggong, please let that friend prepare for the assassination. In terms of money, it is easy to discuss!"
……
March is over, it's morning,
In Ninghua Palace, Chu Jing signed in as usual.
"Hey, I successfully signed in at Ninghua Palace and got..."
