Chapter 88 The Emperor Confused
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Wu Yi Yun
Chapter 88
Temple of the Prophets.
Wearing a large robe, the prophet with a mountain-like back is observing a map of the Seven Kingdoms.
suddenly.
Xuanzheng Hall has a rising demonic energy.
The face of the Prophet changed drastically, looking at the Xuanzheng Hall, the old face revealed a look of rage: "How dare you, thief!"
"Whoosh!"
next second.
The figure of the Prophet descended at the entrance of Xuanzheng Hall.
At this time, the magic fog rose in the temple, and everything was confused.
But the prophet's eyes saw through the fog and locked on the dragon chair.
There.
Yin San, who was full of demonic energy, almost landed on Emperor Zhou's head with both hands.
There is no way to stop him!
"Do not!!!"
The Prophet let out a mournful wail, desperate to die.
……
"I... am I going to die?"
Hearing Yin San's maniacal laughter, he looked at the constantly enlarged magic hand that caught his eyes.
Emperor Zhou's expression was sad, and he was frightened and angry.
The promise made to his father was not fulfilled.
Zhou Guo's recovery was also unsuccessful.
On the contrary, he, Emperor Zhou, was about to be assassinated in his prime of life?
It's ridiculous that Emperor Zhou, because he came to the throne too early and lacked time to practice martial arts, is now only the third rank in Qi refining, and he doesn't even have the ability to resist the assassin's blow...
Thinking of this festival, Emperor Zhou was full of despair, all thoughts were lost, and he closed his eyes.
He is ready to die!
"Jie Jie! Are you giving up now? What a weak emperor!"
The moment Emperor Zhou closed his eyes, Yin San smiled triumphantly.
A pair of hands almost touched the fine hair on the emperor's forehead.
but.
This is the moment.
Yin San felt a cold attack coming.
He subconsciously tilted his head and saw a needle.
A small, silvery, but imposing needle!
"No!"
Yin San felt the horror of this needle, and even gave up his plan to slap Emperor Zhou to death, and raised his hands in an attempt to stop the needle.
Unfortunately.
The ice crystal magic hand aimed at him turned a blind eye.
Like an airplane flying through the clouds.
Silently, it pierced Yin San's temple.
At the same moment, in Yin San's sea of stones, a figure emerged, it was Chu Jing with an indifferent face.
"This needle is unstoppable... It is a magic weapon to attack the sea of consciousness? This is an artifact of our magic gate!"
In a blood-red sea of consciousness, a huge bat hovered in the sky, his face matched Yin San's, frightened and furious!
Chu Jing's face was calm, and he gently lifted the ecstasy needle in his hand.
"call out!"
The tiny ecstasy needle pierced towards the sky!
"No!"
Yin San, who turned into the will of a bat, screamed in alarm, and flew towards the ecstasy needle, trying to stop it, but it was already too late.
"laugh!"
The ecstasy needle pierced through the sea of consciousness and disappeared into the sky.
The yin three fire-red sea of consciousness also began to boil and vibrate.
Yin San's bat will just instantly disintegrated into pieces and ceased to exist.
When the ecstasy needle returned to Chu Jing's hand.
The red sea of consciousness has turned into a piece of darkness and nothingness.
Chu Jing looked around and murmured: "Is this the scene of the shattered sea of consciousness? That is to say, now that Yin San has lost his soul and his body has become a vegetable, I can completely occupy this sea of consciousness and replace it?"
"This kind of demon body, don't worry about it."
Chu Jing shook his head, lost interest, and the incarnation of spiritual thoughts merged into the Ecstasy Needle again, and left the Yin Three Consciousness Sea with a "swoosh", and returned to Ninghua Hall without a sound.
Back to Chu Jing's hands.
He didn't put this into system space.
Try to put it into the sea of consciousness.
Unexpectedly, the ecstasy needle really reached the sea of consciousness!
"Brother Chu, do you feel something is wrong?"
Empress Shu Wan felt a little unwell, and took a look at Chu Jing.
Chu Jing returned to her thoughts, shook the little prince in her arms, and said with a slight smile, "What's wrong? No, Empress, it must be your illusion."
Empress Shu Wan nodded, and said with a confused face: "It should be the reason why I haven't slept too much lately."
……
Xuanzheng Hall.
Emperor Zhou closed his eyes and waited for death.
After waiting for a full three seconds, death has not yet arrived.
"Thief! Die!"
A familiar shout came, obviously it was a prophet.
Emperor Zhou opened his eyes, and found that Yin San's face was sluggish, his body was absent-minded, and his two ice crystal hands were stagnant in the sky, like a sculpture, losing his soul.
"This is……"
Emperor Zhou was stunned, not understanding why Yin San had changed.
"Snapped!"
The figure of the Prophet finally fell.
With just one slap, Yin San's body exploded and turned into rotten flesh with a "puff" sound!
The fourth grade grandmaster gave a palm with all his strength.
Three bottles of grandmasters are simply irresistible!
"Your Majesty, are you alright!"
He slapped Yin San with one palm, and after making sure there was no threat around him, the prophet knelt down on one knee, blaming himself all over his face: "I was too late in rescuing the car, and I almost let the emperor be assassinated. I deserve death, please punish me..."
"Master Prophet, please get up. This assassin came prepared, and must have a means of shielding the induction."
"Prophet, you can't prevent it, it's normal."
Emperor Zhou helped the Prophet up, with a puzzled face: "It's Yin San, how did you stop at this critical moment?"
The prophet recalled just now, although he felt thrilled, he was also puzzled.
Yes.
crucial moment.
I thought the emperor was going to die.
result……
Yin San is not moving?As if being deprived of his soul?
what's the problem?
When the prophet was puzzled.
At this time, the magic mist in the palace dissipated, and the envoys fled in all directions. The three guards of the master were injured, but their lives were not in danger.
They rushed to protect the emperor, and sent people to kill the envoys.
All is well.
The Prophet knelt down and inspected Yin San's body.
"His corpse doesn't have a trace of divine sense left, it's impossible!"
The Prophet soon found out and shook his head in disbelief.
After reaching the master.
A warrior has a firm will and a vast mind.
Even if people die.
The spirit breath will also remain in the corpse.
This is the law of heaven and earth and cannot be violated.
This Yin San's body is "empty", with no trace of spiritual thoughts left on it?
This is not against logic at all!
"No spiritual thoughts left?"
Emperor Zhou blinked in a trance, and said in surprise: "Before I closed my eyes just now, I seemed to see a needle in the corner of my eye. There was a faint needle. Could it be that this needle has something to do with the disappearance of the three spirits of Yin?"
"Needle? I seem to have seen it too."
The prophet rested his chin and murmured, "It seems that the needle destroyed Yin San's sea of consciousness at a critical moment, causing him to become a walking dead?"
Emperor Zhou blinked and said, "Master Prophet, isn't this needle your handwriting?"
"Although I am a fourth-rank master, I don't know how to kill people's souls. Such means usually come from the magic sect."
The prophet glanced around and searched the palace with his divine sense, but to no avail.
He sighed in his heart, and looked at Emperor Zhou with scorching eyes: "Your Majesty, do you still remember what I saw the Dragon Qi in Ninghua Palace?"
"remember."
"I suspect that this needle is the handwriting of the person exuding dragon aura."
The Prophet said in a conclusive tone.
"This person must be living in the palace. He couldn't bear you to be assassinated, and saved you at a critical moment."
Emperor Zhou was shocked when he heard the words: "My palace is full of dragon energy, and can release such a strong man with the 'soul-killing needle'? Who is he? What is his strength?"
Temple of the Prophets.
Wearing a large robe, the prophet with a mountain-like back is observing a map of the Seven Kingdoms.
suddenly.
Xuanzheng Hall has a rising demonic energy.
The face of the Prophet changed drastically, looking at the Xuanzheng Hall, the old face revealed a look of rage: "How dare you, thief!"
"Whoosh!"
next second.
The figure of the Prophet descended at the entrance of Xuanzheng Hall.
At this time, the magic fog rose in the temple, and everything was confused.
But the prophet's eyes saw through the fog and locked on the dragon chair.
There.
Yin San, who was full of demonic energy, almost landed on Emperor Zhou's head with both hands.
There is no way to stop him!
"Do not!!!"
The Prophet let out a mournful wail, desperate to die.
……
"I... am I going to die?"
Hearing Yin San's maniacal laughter, he looked at the constantly enlarged magic hand that caught his eyes.
Emperor Zhou's expression was sad, and he was frightened and angry.
The promise made to his father was not fulfilled.
Zhou Guo's recovery was also unsuccessful.
On the contrary, he, Emperor Zhou, was about to be assassinated in his prime of life?
It's ridiculous that Emperor Zhou, because he came to the throne too early and lacked time to practice martial arts, is now only the third rank in Qi refining, and he doesn't even have the ability to resist the assassin's blow...
Thinking of this festival, Emperor Zhou was full of despair, all thoughts were lost, and he closed his eyes.
He is ready to die!
"Jie Jie! Are you giving up now? What a weak emperor!"
The moment Emperor Zhou closed his eyes, Yin San smiled triumphantly.
A pair of hands almost touched the fine hair on the emperor's forehead.
but.
This is the moment.
Yin San felt a cold attack coming.
He subconsciously tilted his head and saw a needle.
A small, silvery, but imposing needle!
"No!"
Yin San felt the horror of this needle, and even gave up his plan to slap Emperor Zhou to death, and raised his hands in an attempt to stop the needle.
Unfortunately.
The ice crystal magic hand aimed at him turned a blind eye.
Like an airplane flying through the clouds.
Silently, it pierced Yin San's temple.
At the same moment, in Yin San's sea of stones, a figure emerged, it was Chu Jing with an indifferent face.
"This needle is unstoppable... It is a magic weapon to attack the sea of consciousness? This is an artifact of our magic gate!"
In a blood-red sea of consciousness, a huge bat hovered in the sky, his face matched Yin San's, frightened and furious!
Chu Jing's face was calm, and he gently lifted the ecstasy needle in his hand.
"call out!"
The tiny ecstasy needle pierced towards the sky!
"No!"
Yin San, who turned into the will of a bat, screamed in alarm, and flew towards the ecstasy needle, trying to stop it, but it was already too late.
"laugh!"
The ecstasy needle pierced through the sea of consciousness and disappeared into the sky.
The yin three fire-red sea of consciousness also began to boil and vibrate.
Yin San's bat will just instantly disintegrated into pieces and ceased to exist.
When the ecstasy needle returned to Chu Jing's hand.
The red sea of consciousness has turned into a piece of darkness and nothingness.
Chu Jing looked around and murmured: "Is this the scene of the shattered sea of consciousness? That is to say, now that Yin San has lost his soul and his body has become a vegetable, I can completely occupy this sea of consciousness and replace it?"
"This kind of demon body, don't worry about it."
Chu Jing shook his head, lost interest, and the incarnation of spiritual thoughts merged into the Ecstasy Needle again, and left the Yin Three Consciousness Sea with a "swoosh", and returned to Ninghua Hall without a sound.
Back to Chu Jing's hands.
He didn't put this into system space.
Try to put it into the sea of consciousness.
Unexpectedly, the ecstasy needle really reached the sea of consciousness!
"Brother Chu, do you feel something is wrong?"
Empress Shu Wan felt a little unwell, and took a look at Chu Jing.
Chu Jing returned to her thoughts, shook the little prince in her arms, and said with a slight smile, "What's wrong? No, Empress, it must be your illusion."
Empress Shu Wan nodded, and said with a confused face: "It should be the reason why I haven't slept too much lately."
……
Xuanzheng Hall.
Emperor Zhou closed his eyes and waited for death.
After waiting for a full three seconds, death has not yet arrived.
"Thief! Die!"
A familiar shout came, obviously it was a prophet.
Emperor Zhou opened his eyes, and found that Yin San's face was sluggish, his body was absent-minded, and his two ice crystal hands were stagnant in the sky, like a sculpture, losing his soul.
"This is……"
Emperor Zhou was stunned, not understanding why Yin San had changed.
"Snapped!"
The figure of the Prophet finally fell.
With just one slap, Yin San's body exploded and turned into rotten flesh with a "puff" sound!
The fourth grade grandmaster gave a palm with all his strength.
Three bottles of grandmasters are simply irresistible!
"Your Majesty, are you alright!"
He slapped Yin San with one palm, and after making sure there was no threat around him, the prophet knelt down on one knee, blaming himself all over his face: "I was too late in rescuing the car, and I almost let the emperor be assassinated. I deserve death, please punish me..."
"Master Prophet, please get up. This assassin came prepared, and must have a means of shielding the induction."
"Prophet, you can't prevent it, it's normal."
Emperor Zhou helped the Prophet up, with a puzzled face: "It's Yin San, how did you stop at this critical moment?"
The prophet recalled just now, although he felt thrilled, he was also puzzled.
Yes.
crucial moment.
I thought the emperor was going to die.
result……
Yin San is not moving?As if being deprived of his soul?
what's the problem?
When the prophet was puzzled.
At this time, the magic mist in the palace dissipated, and the envoys fled in all directions. The three guards of the master were injured, but their lives were not in danger.
They rushed to protect the emperor, and sent people to kill the envoys.
All is well.
The Prophet knelt down and inspected Yin San's body.
"His corpse doesn't have a trace of divine sense left, it's impossible!"
The Prophet soon found out and shook his head in disbelief.
After reaching the master.
A warrior has a firm will and a vast mind.
Even if people die.
The spirit breath will also remain in the corpse.
This is the law of heaven and earth and cannot be violated.
This Yin San's body is "empty", with no trace of spiritual thoughts left on it?
This is not against logic at all!
"No spiritual thoughts left?"
Emperor Zhou blinked in a trance, and said in surprise: "Before I closed my eyes just now, I seemed to see a needle in the corner of my eye. There was a faint needle. Could it be that this needle has something to do with the disappearance of the three spirits of Yin?"
"Needle? I seem to have seen it too."
The prophet rested his chin and murmured, "It seems that the needle destroyed Yin San's sea of consciousness at a critical moment, causing him to become a walking dead?"
Emperor Zhou blinked and said, "Master Prophet, isn't this needle your handwriting?"
"Although I am a fourth-rank master, I don't know how to kill people's souls. Such means usually come from the magic sect."
The prophet glanced around and searched the palace with his divine sense, but to no avail.
He sighed in his heart, and looked at Emperor Zhou with scorching eyes: "Your Majesty, do you still remember what I saw the Dragon Qi in Ninghua Palace?"
"remember."
"I suspect that this needle is the handwriting of the person exuding dragon aura."
The Prophet said in a conclusive tone.
"This person must be living in the palace. He couldn't bear you to be assassinated, and saved you at a critical moment."
Emperor Zhou was shocked when he heard the words: "My palace is full of dragon energy, and can release such a strong man with the 'soul-killing needle'? Who is he? What is his strength?"
