Immortal Devil Transformation

A black golden carriage travels in Kirin Lane.

An old man with thick eyebrows wearing a non-golden, non-jade inked green robe closed his eyes and thought of things quietly.

He is Hu Xinfu, and it is precisely the many things he did before Yun Qin's establishment that made him sit behind the curtain, making Hu Jia one of the super valves.

Although what Jiang Yan said in front of the royal study today will surely make the overwhelming majority of Zhongzhong officials feel excessive, in his view, Jiang Yan Yan has taken full account of the overall situation, and the performance of Jiang Yan Yan has relieved them.

Heavenly Son has the Sword of the Holy Heavenly Son, in the view of the vast majority of Yunqin people, the Holy will is the will of heaven, but for these people, the country is governed by the rule of law, there are no rules, if the performance of the eldest grandson Jinser and the position in their hearts can exceed that of the Ancestor, they will naturally not hesitate to execute any will of the eldest grandson Jinser.

The bottom line naturally exists.

For these elderly people, the bottom line is the word "auxiliary subordinates”, regardless of their power, they have always been subordinates, and it must always be recognized that Yunqin belongs to the eldest grandchildren.

On the Emperor's side, the bottom line is that it is no better than extermination and no better than children.

This is not an acquiescence, but a message from the late Emperor calling nine of them and the eldest grandson Jinser to the Dragon's bed.

Twenty years before the founding of Yunqin State, the whole Yunqin practitioner was less than 11 years ago. The whole Yunqin Vietnam was low in force value, and the battle was often more dangerous. From a central state, the next largest empire in the world was struck. I don't know how many unimaginable wars to go through. Jianghu characters in the city well can make friends with the emperor. The emperor called the emperor the previous low in identity and strength, and you can imagine, that night in the storm, the long alley night attack, this kind of battle of city well, is not really once or twice. Not only is Jiang Yan incendiary, the remaining eight elderly people, for the saving of the first emperor's life, the Founding Fathers, but also some prosperity and riches can be dissolved.

Previously, the eldest grandson Jinser adhered to this bottom line. He waited until the death of the elderly Huang family to hold the Huang family back some distance, so even if Hu Huiyi reached an agreement, Hu Huiyi betrayed the Hu family and broke the beam on the top of the Hu family, the Hu family and the rest of the elderly in these black gold carriages did not have any excessive rebound.

If you really don't know the bottom line, and you don't know the big picture, I'm afraid the first emperor and Dean Zhang won't allow them to ride in such carriages.

After all, as Jiang Yancheng said, now this huge, huge empire that they can be proud of, they are the elderly, at a price that ordinary people can't imagine, spelled out, piled up. Their feelings for this empire far outweigh ordinary officials.

However, after the retreat of the Huang family and the sniffer family and the departure of Zhou Shusuke, the emperor was extremely swollen and seemed to have forgotten such a bottom line.

There is no need for any explanation at all. The Emperor ordered Zhang Qiuxuan and some of his accumulated forces to enter the Bi Fang Mausoleum. He had already decided to open a killing ring. If he had the chance to eradicate the entire Jiang family, he would not hesitate.

It's just that he may have really forgotten the fact that the burning bones of the river and the lake are characters.

In addition to some of the obvious powers of the Criminal Division, he is still the big brother of many already old people from Jianghu, Zhongzhou City.

So this thing depends on the emperor's attitude.

As long as the Emperor has done the following things, people like Jiang Yanheng, who have fully demonstrated their attitude, will surely kill in Zhongzhou City without mercy!

And a few of them will surely break up with the emperor.

“Ancient things are indestructible, but do we really have to be so impatient that it's too late for all of us to die old and by some gentle means? ”

Listening to the cicadas outside the carriage, he mumbled softly, looking at the wrinkles and black geriatric spots that were inevitable on his hands, no matter how good the nourishment and how tall the mojo was on his skin, ridiculously thought that this young emperor, after what happened today, should not be so stupid.

Yet at this point, just outside the palace gate, many officials gathered to discuss how to do this cicada. In the hot early morning, the old man with a thick brow in the trunk of the car looked like there were two kinds of fire, which burned abruptly.

Right behind his black golden carriage, following a large, red-topped sedan, at this moment, the sedan shook suddenly, holding all four servants of the sedan groaned, a pale, like a jade claw's hand, lifted the door curtain of the sedan, like letting the smell from somewhere penetrate the sedant, like waiting for the order of the black golden carriage.

“Go to Changming Lane! Fastest!”

The loud noise sounded, and the moment it rang, the yellow jade hand lifting the door curtain of the sedan disappeared. Because the master of this hand has turned into a yellow stream of light, making a sharp crackling sound and sweeping towards the south.

All the golden symbols on the Black Gold carriage began to shine, giving off a silky golden glint.

The entire body seems to have been lightened countless times suddenly, dragging the horse of the carriage and starting to run wildly.

......

Seven Black Gold carriages have returned home, far from the Imperial City.

In the vast city of Zhongzhou, these seven giant, majestic black golden carriages are just seven drops of water beads.

The top 100 officials of the palace were either shocked, or angry, or wandering, or worried, or crying, yet Zhongzhou City outside the palace area remained calm and peaceful.

There are people walking down the street harvesting scrap copper and rotten iron, there are pinching sugar people attracting a lot of children, they are starting to get hot sugar, many people are just walking into the breakfast shop, some people are trying to sleep by their mothers screaming... but it seems that at this moment, like a calm lens is broken, these calm inside, but suddenly there are many sharp cracks, cut blood, wind thunder.

In Changming Lane, the black golden carriage where Jiang Yan Yan is located has stopped.

Dozens of people gathered outside the Black Gold carriage, cold and unusually angry.

A powerful spring sounded, and the sharp sound of a stormy forest cold crossbow arrow tearing through the air caused earaches, shooting from all directions at this black golden carriage.

A man standing in front of a black golden carriage with white hair over his shoulder and a snow-white mask.

A bright dragon bark sounded at the moment when the powerful spring sounded, walking with the long sword behind a middle-aged clerk in a green shirt next to the Jiangyan Incandescent Golden Carriage buzzed out the sheath, in the air turned into a piece of blue Xia, sweeping away more than half the fallen metal crossbow arrow, between one finger, suddenly several times faster, chopped to the strange white hair mask practitioner on the straight forward road.

Li Zhenshi, a brother who had endured countless stabbing battles with Jiang Yancheng, had died in the corridor.

Judicial rank is third, but first, and many of the aspirations that have just broken through the sacred ranks have also died.

Yet there are still saints and powerful sword saints beside people like Jiang Yanfeng.

Under the crossbow of Sen Leng's reflection, dozens of servants outside the Black Golden Horse did not fall down.

Qingxia-like swordlight is fast, but it still has a leisure time to fly to the practitioner of white masks.

The practitioner's white hair suddenly drifted away.

The Middle-aged Literary Man breathes in the blue shirt of the Sovereign Sword.

Millions of silks of white hair like countless tiny arms, instantly wrapped around the blue and charming sword light!

The blue shirt monk had a vibrating breath, and the sword lit up like a large wave of ink, instantly cutting countless white hair tougher than a steel needle.

However, just for this moment, countless practitioners with broken white hair have turned.

He had a short hammer in gold in his hand.

“When” sounds loud.

The golden yellow hammer strikes heavily on the blue-haired flying sword.

A blossoming golden lightning spreads along a thin sword.

The flying sword fell heavily on the ground.

“Pfft," a bloody mist sprayed in the mouth of the blue shirt.

Though the flying sword detached from the practitioner's body, when the saint fully defended the sword, the body's soul and the flying sword were closely connected, and this hammer broke his flying sword, surely traumatizing him.

Naturally, such injuries cannot be fatal.

However, at this time, a man standing beside him, Xiao, reached out and pulled a long thorn out of Xiao. Just as he sprayed blood from his mouth, he stuck it in his mouth, sharply slim as a white thorn of a beautiful woman's tail, penetrated the heart of the saint and penetrated out of his chest!

An angry roar shouted from the black golden carriage.

It is normal for powerful practitioners to strike each other in life and death. Even saints are prepared to be injured. However, it is not a powerful opponent, but one of their own who kills this saint now!

Without expecting his trusted colleagues to become assassins, the blue shirt clerk, between incredible alarm and anger, at the moment he knew he was about to die, also launched a resolute counterattack, all the soul power in his body, gushing out of the five fingers that had swung behind him.

Xiao's face turned red, his body flew away, and the short depression in his hand turned into five cuts.

In his perception, he has been able to avoid the last strike back by the Green Shirt Man.

However, at this time, a number of powerful cicadas sounded.

A few silent yellow cicada abdomens all exploded on a tree next to the road, and his heart suddenly had several fissures that were invisible to outsiders, and his entire body was stuck.

He knew that Jiang Yan Wei was a powerful practitioner, but after Yun Qin Liguo, nobody had seen Jiang Yan Wei's hand, but nobody knew that his cultivation was so powerful and weird.

Five already-depleted swords swept through his body, the body of the practitioner who stabbed a saint, instantly turning into a lot of pieces, falling from the air.

Blood spilled in the air and underground.

The air around the Black Gold carriage suddenly caused visible distortions.

Just in front of the Black Gold carriage, a clanging finger shot at the tip of the metal knife, while the side and rear of the Black Gold carriage just heard a strange buzz.

The practitioner, whose white hair had all been cut off, drank loudly, and the white mask on his face cracked, revealing an old face with no nose and only two nostrils of white bones.

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(Beginning tomorrow, some book club managers and friends will come to Wuxi... to meet and discuss this year's Saffron and Offline Crime Fan events, and prepare for two offline book clubs this year. Experience, but want to make it official and interesting... have friends from afar, so the code word time is a little less, not surprisingly, from tomorrow until the 20th, the update changes back to two chapters, and if I'm still in bad shape or introduces the possibility of Wuxi tourist attractions flying on their own lazy water, it may be a little less... after the 20th, then try to make the next three changes.