‘Li Sizhao!’ Fake Li looked at the figure forced out by Zhu Youwen and was secretly shocked.
Li Sizhao retreated violently and was slapped to the ground by Zhu Youwen. He staggered to steady himself.
Although his skill is not weak, it depends on who he is compared with. Facing Zhu Youwen, he is far behind.
After swallowing the sweet and fishy taste in his mouth, Li Sizhao no longer fought with Zhu Youwen, but turned around and knelt down on one knee to the fake Li without hesitation: "Your Highness, Li Sizhao.
By order of King Jin, I am here to assist His Highness."
Zhu Youwen also happened to fall beside Li Sizhao at this moment.
"Is hiding in the dark and watching, what you call an assistant?" Although Zhu Youwen was dressed in a mess at the moment, he made up for it with his momentum. He looked domineeringly at Li Sizhao, who was kneeling in front of the fake Li, and spoke with disdain.
asked.
"I was surprised when I saw His Highness walking with the Ghost King of the Xuanming Sect. Only then did I have time to see His Highness and hope that His Highness would atone for his sins." Li Sizhao explained to the fake Li and Zhu Youwen.
"Asian Saint." Fake Li did not ask him to stand up. Instead, he squatted down and reached the same height as Li Sizhao. He said, "Wrong, Li Xingyun is no longer 'His Royal Highness'."
Li Sizhao was startled and subconsciously raised his head to look at Li Xingyun in front of him.
Fake Li raised his hand and wiped it on his face, revealing a scar like a crack.
Li Sizhao's pupils shrank again when he saw this.
"Sorry, you got the wrong person, I'm not Li Xingyun.
The real Li Xingyun has now eliminated Zhu Wen, Zhu Yougui and his son, and for this merit, he was granted the title of King of Qin and the title of Supervisor." The fake Li looked at Li Sizhao in front of him and said with a bit of mockery, but he didn't know he was mocking.
Li Sizhao was still laughing at himself, or at this ridiculous world.
After saying this, Fake Li took two steps back and gave Zhu Youwen, who was behind Li Sizhao, a symbolic wink.
Li Sizhao naturally noticed the change in the expression on the fake Li's face and the look he gave Zhu Youwen. He felt that the yin energy behind him was strong and the sense of oppression gradually became stronger. He quickly saluted to the fake Li and said: "Your Highness, no, the supervisor is joking.
, you are not Li Xingyun, who is qualified to be?
Li Sizhao visited the state of supervision."
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Bianzhou.
Xuanming Cult.
In the dungeon, the surrounding stone walls have become rough and uneven due to the erosion of time, and there is almost no decoration. There may still be mottled blood stains and water on the walls.
The interior of the dungeon was dimly lit, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the narrow gap, making the whole room look even more eerie. The air exuded a musty and rancid smell, making people feel suffocated and nauseated. The torches on the wall had long been extinguished, and the surrounding area was a mess.
Dark color.
Po Meng held a coiled dragon staff in one hand and clasped one hand behind her back, hunched over, and walked slowly in front of the dungeon.
Behind him, Li Xingyun was dressed in green armor, with a red armor and a copper ring mask on his face, a bamboo hat on his head, and a ring-shaped sword on his waist. He followed Po Meng and slowly walked into the depths of the dark dungeon.
At the end of the road, in a huge cell, two black iron cages trapped two men.
Both of them are tall and well-built, with masks on their faces. Their hair and skin color are red and blue respectively, and they have red and blue tattoos on their bodies respectively.
Beside them, their weapons and robes were thrown aside.
Xuanmingjiao, Yang Yan, Yang Miao.
"I didn't expect it, why didn't I think of it!" Yang Yan anxiously turned around in the cage that trapped him, muttering as he turned.
"Alas." Yang Miao sat leaning against the cage and ignored Yang Yan's intention.
Since the two of them were imprisoned, Yang Yan has been walking around here, talking while talking. At first, Yang Miao had the intention to respond to Yang Yan, but now, he can only listen.
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"Meng Po, old woman, when I get out, I will tear her apart and feed her to the dogs!" Yang Yan slammed the iron cage hard, making a loud noise, but the cage in front of her remained motionless.
"You only have enough energy left to talk, so save it." Yang Miao leaned on the side of the cage and said with some frustration. Judging from his words, he felt like he was completely dejected.
They, the judges of water and fire, had only stood on the side of Emperor Liang for many years and were loyal to the emperor. They were loyal and hardworking, but in the end, they still failed in the matter of supporting him.
Meng Po rebelled and the two of them were imprisoned. Zhu Wen was definitely dead when facing his eldest son Zhu Yougui.
As for Zhu Youzhen, the fate of him and His Highness Zhu Youwen is already doomed after Zhu Yougui ascends the throne.
It seems that these two brothers have no choice but to lose their heads.
"Huh?" Yang Yan suddenly became alert, stopped what he was doing, and began to listen.
"What's wrong?" Upon seeing this, Yang Miao stood up alertly, looked around and sensed.
Both of them are at the middle level in martial arts, so how could they not hear the undisguised footsteps?
Hearing the familiar sound of the Panlong Staff hitting the ground, Yang Yan and Yang Miao looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces.
At this time, Li Xingyun also followed Po Meng to the cell where Yang Yan and Yang Miao were imprisoned.
Li Xingyun raised his hand and pushed open the cell door with his inner strength. He took the lead and walked in.
Grandma Meng, holding a coiled dragon staff in her hand, followed step by step.
"Who is it?" Yang Yan picked up the double sickles with a vigilant look on his face, activated the Fuyang Magic, and the weapons were covered in flames.
Yang Miao also picked up weapons and prepared to face the enemy.
"Meng Po, you old dog, you have harmed us to this extent, and you still dare to come here!" Yang Yan looked at Po Meng who was following Li Xingyun, gritted his teeth with hatred, and said, he wished he could tear Po Meng into pieces.
Wan Duan, eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Yang Miao was much calmer than him. He looked at Li Xingyun, who was obviously dominant among the two in front of him, and the red armor and copper ring mask with black patterns, but did not speak.
"Sir, the road has been reached, I will take my leave first." Po Meng bowed to Li Xingyun and said respectfully. Then, she leaned on the dragon coiling staff, pretending to be trembling, and turned to leave.
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"Sir?" Yang Yan murmured. He looked at Li Xingyun, who was wearing black armor in green clothes and a copper ring mask with red armor and black patterns on his face, and asked, "Who are you?"
"I have seen the wanted poster before. He is Tian Anxing, one of the thirty-six captains of the bad guy Tiangang.
It was him who killed the five great kings of hell in Yuzhou." Yang Miao remembered where she saw the mask in front of her and explained to Yang Yan.
Li Xingyun showed no intention of answering the two people's questions. He activated the Jiuyou Xuantian Magic Technique, and billowing yin energy overflowed from all over his body. The yin energy controlled by the Jiuyou Xuantian Magic Technique was like water flowing down the mountain, covering every part of Li Xingyun's body.
at.
"Nine Nether Xuantian Divine Art!" Yang Yan's eyes almost popped out of his head when he looked at the scene in front of him.