King Pingxi saw through it but refused to reveal it. After all, if he didn't send these plague gods away first, he would still be in danger.
King Pingxi snorted coldly and said: "I don't feel that I have been humiliated. If you feel humiliated, you can go to Zhao Xiaole for revenge."
"As for me, I'm already tired. Please forgive me for being with you."
King Pingxi made a move to leave.
Scholar Wu's expression turned cold and he shouted: "Your Majesty, is it possible that you have united with Zhao Xiaole and want to make the two countries enemies?"
King Pingxi sneered and said, "Wu Xueshi is wrong. I am the Fan King of Jingyang."
"If you don't make enemies of me, why should I make enemies of you?"
"Is it possible that you think I'm easy to bully? You can take advantage of me with just a few words?"
"You!" Wu Xueshi was speechless after hearing this, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
To be honest, he really had no choice but to defeat King Xi.
Although it can kill him.
But he was tainted with the bad reputation of killing King Pingxi, let alone whether he offended the people in Jingyang.
Once you get this bad reputation, it will be very difficult to get out of Prince Pingxi's Mansion.
Even if you kill the opponent.
The Pingxi Palace will fall into chaos, which will not be of any benefit to the Yan and Jin countries. The people here are more inclined to Jingyang in terms of their sense of belonging.
This gave Zhao Xiaole a good opportunity to take back Pingxi Palace.
At the same time, with King Pingxi dead, the Saint will be able to firmly control the Demon Cult, with the 100,000 Temple Army watching eagerly.
When the Yan and Jin countries come, I'm afraid they won't even be able to get any oil or water.
King Pingxi must not be killed.
Swish!
The two guards drew their swords and blocked the way for King Pingxi to leave.
King Pingxi was not in a hurry to leave.
He raised his neck and stared at the sky in a daze.
He looked like he was willing to kill and behead at will.
Scholar Wu thought for a long time, then waved his hand and asked people to move out of the way, allowing Ping Xiwang to go.
When King Pingxi saw this, he snorted proudly.
After such a long time, he finally felt proud.
I feel so happy!
It felt like a big battle had been won.
It’s also like the sense of accomplishment that comes when a palace full of wives and concubines wails after a successful performance.
I can't even feel it flying when I walk.
Everyone looked gloomy as they watched King Pingxi leave.
At this time, Elder Liao suddenly shouted: "Your Majesty, wait a minute!"
King Pingxi suddenly had a bad premonition, suppressed it, and looked back at Elder Liao, "What's the matter with you?"
Now, I call you directly.
Elder Liao didn't seem to pay attention and said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, it's just a reminder to the prince."
Everyone is puzzled.
I wonder what Elder Liao wants to do?
But no one spoke.
King Pingxi said with a little disdain: "Say."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Elder Liao's mouth, and he asked: "The prince and the saint have been in contact so many times, don't you think they are very familiar with each other?"
King Pingxi was stunned and his eyes immediately darkened, "Elder Liao, what on earth do you mean?"
Elder Liao's expression became more and more proud, "Your Majesty knows what I mean."
King Pingxi then began to think, "I do feel this way. Is it possible that the saint has met me before?"
The way Elder Liao spoke became more and more incomprehensible, "Of course I have seen him. Not only have I seen him, I have also been married to the same bed."
Ruhua once took the place of the saint and slept with the peaceful king of the West.
Even if he said this, King Pingxi would not believe it.
Elder Liao simply skipped it.
Even so, after just a few words, King Pingxi was already filled with disbelief, his eyes widened,
"Green cicada?"
…………
Qingchan is the name of the saint.
It's also her name.
On the way to the temple, the saint told Zhao Xiaole everything about herself.
"Why tell so much?" Zhao Xiaole asked.
The saint explained: "After arriving in the mountains, I will enter the gate of the two realms and wash away the yin energy of my internal energy in the reincarnation pool."
"However, entering the Gate of Two Realms requires the protection of the True Lord."
Speaking of this, she looked at Zhao Xiaole.
Zhao Xiaole also understood immediately.
He touched the mask on his face and said, "You gave me the Zhenjun mask from the beginning. Are we the only two going in?"
The saint nodded and said: "After the two world gates are opened, only two people can enter at a time."
"What if too many people come in?" Zhao Xiaole felt like he was pretending again.
The saint shook her head and said, "Entering the gate requires a balance between the two forces of yin and yang. If one of them makes a mistake, it will lead to disaster."
"This is no joke."
The saint looked at him again, snorted and said, "If you don't want to, forget it, I'll find someone else."
How could Zhao Xiaole be willing? He took her hand and said, "That's not possible. Why would I give up such a good opportunity to others?"
The saint struggled for a moment, but failed to break away, so she let Zhao Xiaole hold her hand and could only whisper a scolding scoundrel to express her dissatisfaction.
Zhao Xiaole felt extremely happy.
It turned out that when the saint was in the south, she decided to let him accompany her into the gate of the two realms.
If I had known this, the overlord would have done something good in the first place. When I thought of this, I couldn't help but sigh.
Just as I was thinking about it, six people had already entered the mountains one after another.
Gunshan is what the outside world calls this place. The roads here are intricate and complicated. If it weren't for the mountain people who have lived in the mountains for many years, it would be difficult to find the place.
After entering, you will definitely feel lost.
Zhao Xiaole didn't have to worry about this. Not long after entering the mountains, the person who came to pick up the saint appeared.
On the hillside, groups of soldiers with silver armor and silver faces stood among the trees, holding long swords and capes.
The leader is a woman in white.
Zhao Xiaole recognized the other party. The woman was the Protector Bai Lian. He had spared her a life when she was in Beijing.
The soldiers behind her are the Knights Templar that the Saint mentioned.
This name has a very strong Western flavor.
This coincides with the fact that the founder of the Demon Sect came from the West.
When Protector Bailian saw the saint, he immediately stepped forward to salute. However, when he saw Zhao Xiaole beside him, his eyes were filled with warning.
"The King of Liang dares to be in the mountains? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go back?"
Zhao Xiaole smiled and said: "I've heard that the women in the mountains are tender and tender. It's okay not to go back. The protector only needs to find more wives for me."
Bai Lian took a sip and was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, "Holy Maid, please!"
Obviously, Bai Lian still remembers the revenge of the palm.
Zhao Xiaole shook his head and didn't care.
The saint didn't care about this, but asked: "What is the situation in the temple now? Has the war faction launched an attack?"
Bai Lian groaned, not knowing how to answer for a moment. The saint frowned and urged her again.
Bai Lian then replied: "The high priest performed a divination last night, and the result was not very good. He said... he said yes,"
"There are demons and monsters intruding into the church, and there are signs that Mount Tai will collapse."
"After the high priest finished his divination, he was attacked by a sneak attack. Now the two factions are quarreling and the temple is in a mess."