Heavy rain poured, black chickens abroad, red thunder broke through the dome, heavy rain poured.

In the palace of the Black Chicken King, the old king was dying, as if there was not much time left.

In the palace, the lights are brightly lit, and pearls are shining in the golden palace lanterns. Hundreds of the most beloved princes are listed in a row. They are waiting for the last fate of the old king. Who is the real king of the Wuji Kingdom?

Compared with the hidden murder of the Tang Dynasty and the wonderful drama of the Xuanwu Gate's transformation, it is the wonderful drama of seizing the throne.

There are not so many geniuses in the battle for the throne of Wuji Kingdom. Everyone is a scene-like person, and it is a fight if they tear them apart!

"The throne is mine!"

"What are you? The throne is mine! The Immortal Medicine is mine too!"

"I can do without the throne, but I have to give it to me!"

“…”

Hundreds of princes quarreled in this hall like a vegetable market. This scene opened the eyes of Zhang Xiaojing, who was used to seeing all kinds of mysterious figures in Chang'an.

Zhang Xiaojing stood on one side, poked the toothpick, and murmured to himself. Isn’t the small country useless? At least in Journey to the West, where conspiracy is prevalent, it is also an advantage to be so thorough in open and shameless.

"Can you drink some?" Yao Runeng took a pot of wine and said, "It was brewed from the palace of Wuji Kingdom, and it is said to be a tribute from Shicao Ridge."

Zhang Xiaojing took the cup and sniffed it, "Why is it so fragrant?"

Yao Runeng smiled and said, "How can I know this? Drink some!"

"No." Zhang Xiaojing said, "I promised my partner not to drink."

Yao Runeng looked at Zhang Xiaojing, "Well, you have a partner, is it true? Are you a big family member of the brothel in Chang'an?"

"Some time ago." Starlight appeared in Zhang Xiaojing's eyes, "She is a very gentle girl, and she has a lady in her speech and speaking. She is a prodigal son like me, and she has stars in her eyes, and the stars are all her..."

Yao Runeng leaned against the railing and looked at the princes who were like the vegetable market in the hall ahead, "Which prince do you think can win?"

Zhang Xiaojing said, "An Ming."

Yao Runeng said, "An Ming is the prince of the Tang Dynasty, not from Wuji Kingdom."

Zhang Xiaojing looked at the noisy princes and said slowly, "Look at these guys, do they have a little bit of majesty that princes should have? They all disheveled their hair and shouted loudly. Then look at our Prince's Royal Highness, decisiveness in killing, far-sighted, long-term ambitions, firm execution, strong control ability, and unparalleled pattern. This is what it looks like to do big things!"

At this moment, the jade plaque was shining around Zhang Xiaojing's waist.

Zhang Xiaojing stood up and said, "Something is wrong!"

Yao Runeng looked at Zhang Xiaojing's jade plaque, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiaojing held the jade tag, "This jade tag is a demonic air tag issued by the Imperial Heaven Supervision! As long as the demon clan approaches, this card will inevitably be triggered!"

Yao Ruoneng said, "Does the demon? from the lion Camel Ridge?"

"Come with me!"

Zhang Xiaojing picked up the jade token and quickly headed towards the depths of the palace. Along the way, some guards wanted to intercept it. Fortunately, Yao Runeng took out his token, which was a smooth journey.

"It's here!" Zhang Xiaojing's voice was urgent.

The black light on the jade plaque became more and more intense, and the black light almost dyed the entire Zhang Xiaojing's hand black.

The more you walked inside, a blood-red light appeared in the palace. The blood-red light covered the depths of the originally golden palace. Everything seemed to be like a blood cave in hell. The soldiers and palace maids who were originally guarding were also soaked in red light, and their pupils were radiating red light, and their shapes were like ghosts, and they looked more like evil spirits.

Yao Runeng said loudly, "How could this happen!"

Zhang Xiaojing looked at the palace maid guard who was motionless on both sides and raised his hand and said, "Don't go forward."

Yao Runeng said, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiaojing glanced around and subconsciously said, "Run!"

Zhang Xiaojing's reaction was extremely fast, and he ran out roaringly, and even faster, a long blood-lit knife slashed towards Zhang Xiaojing's back.

roar--

A long bloody roar was seen, and a blood-red giant blade broke through the wall and slashed towards Zhang Xiaojing's cheek!

Zhang Xiaojing raised the Tang sword, held the long sword, turned over and leaped, and directly turned the kite and hit the clamp of the blood-colored giant soldier's handle!

boom--

After a loud bang, only the blood shadow holding the blood-colored giant soldier in his hand was blown up and broken, the blood-colored mist was filled with chaotic twisted red blood mists wrapped around Zhang Xiaojing and Yao Runeng, and a faint female voice came.

"The God Dynasty was defeated, and Tang did not repent and insisted on his own."

"Even if your prince is the one who seeks the scriptures, he will take over the world!"

"Since that's the case, let's train you and make An Lan honest."

Yao Runeng jumped up and slashed towards the blood-colored female voice. The blood-colored mist dissipated. Yao Runeng slashed in the air, staggered, and sat on the ground.

"Look at my sword technique!" Yao Runeng raised the long sword in his hand, "Landing in all directions!"

The Tang sword stabbed on the ground, and Yao Runeng looked around, but what was embarrassing was that there was not even a decent sword light around him, not to mention the huge sword energy that roared into the sky.

"how so!"

Yao Runeng collapsed and said, "Why is this happening!"

The red demon woman's shadow appeared faintly, "You have drunk so much wine in Lion Camel Ridge, and your cultivation has long been swallowed up! Your Eight Thousand Dragon Martial Army is now the blood-sacrificial demon soldiers of our Lion Camel Ridge. They will be the main force to deal with the Tang Dynasty Prince Fahai. As for you, Chang'an Bad Coach Zhang Xiaojing."

The witch's beautiful figure scattered with the red demonic energy, and her long hair stretched hundreds of feet wide. She pointed to Zhang Xiaojing and said with a smile, "If you are willing to surrender to me, I will not kill you, and I will also protect you a little bit of soul so that you can live forever. What do you think?"

Zhang Xiaojing smiled slanderfully, "It's a great idea, but unfortunately I like people, not monsters."

The witch laughed and said, "Do you think you are my opponent?"

"I thought I could kill you!" Zhang Xiaojing's eyes shone, "Just one knife!"

The witch said, "Is that so? Come on!"

Zhang Xiaojing held the hilt of the Tang sword in one hand, and the Tang sword was half-turned and threw it towards the witch!

The witch was a little disdainful, that's it?

Without the knife, why are you my opponent?

However, Zhang Xiaojing's reaction shocked the demon girl. She only saw Zhang Xiaojing's arms shaking suddenly, the brocade clothes around her body shattered and shattered. Her agile upper body appeared in the demonic aura. Zhang Xiaojing's cheeks were filled with rich golden tattoos, and her eyes were burning. "The demon is very strong, but he is not weak. See, the bear is changed! Arise!"

Zhang Xiaojing punched the ground. The next moment, gray soil flew up, and a powerful and terrifying aura whizzed out from the explosion of the gray soil, and the vast and cruel ferocious murderous aura roared from all directions.

The witch realized that something was wrong and hurriedly wanted to capture Yao Runeng and leave.

“Too slow!”

boom--

A giant terrifying bear paw fell from the sky, and the golden bear's huge palm smashed the figure of the witch!
Chapter completed!