At this moment, the masked monk in black grasped the killing sword tightly with his left hand, trying to pull the killing sword out of his body. However, everything happened too fast, too fast, so fast that he could not blink when he opened his eyes.
It's already settled.
When all the scenes were frozen, his left hand had just touched the killing sword. However, everything happened so fast that he had no time to pull out the killing sword. He had already lost consciousness.
His body was twisting and drying up rapidly, and countless wrinkles accumulated on his face. In the end, even the wrinkles disappeared.
With a muffled sound of "poof", his body fell from the sky to the ground.
Xuanmu's eyes showed murderous intent. When he saw that the masked monk in black was dead, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"Go and kill the last one. If you can't be killed, there is no need for you to live in this world, because there is no use for me to keep you." Xuanmu said coldly, with an indifferent expression.
Not even looking at Mox.
"Yes." With an innocent expression, Mox tried hard to suppress the fear deep in his heart, and slowly walked towards the last living masked man in black. He picked up the man who was behind him with a solemn expression.
The iron sword fell to the ground. He took a deep breath, held the iron sword tightly with both hands, and jumped. Although he could not jump very high, the sword carried the weight of his body, and he jumped.
With a powerful impact in the air, it penetrated into the body of the last masked monk.
The masked monk was pierced into the body by the sword. He groaned and shed a trace of blood. Finally, his eyes turned white and he died on the ground.
"Papa, that's good." Xuanmu clapped his hands and said in praise of Mox's actions.
"Thank you, Master, for the compliment." Mox looked shy and scratched his head in a reserved manner.
"Well, Hesu Qingpan is dead tonight. Maybe something unusual will happen tonight. You go and bury these four bones." Xuanmu looked at the sky, where the snowflakes were still falling.
Falling down seems to make people think deeply.
"I will obey the master's instructions." Mox was a little hesitant, but after a flash of his eyes, he responded firmly.
Xuanmu didn't say much, but walked towards the small building.
"It's obviously too late to escape tonight. Maybe Emperor He will come to punish you soon." Xuanmu returned to the living room, sat down cross-legged, and thought in a low voice. He immediately entered a state of trance. This time he
He didn't stay in meditation for long, but after circulating the spiritual energy in his body for a week, he stood up again.
His body quickly flew towards the outside of the manor, holding a sword in his right hand, and quickly came to Mox's side.
At this time, Mox was busy digging a hole to bury the body. A layer of white snowflakes covered Mox's head. Not only did he not feel cold, but he kept digging the soil with a hoe. Although his cheeks and hands were separate
His body was all red, but you couldn't tell that he was afraid of his hands and feet from the cold.
"You take a rest for a while. I'll do it." Xuanmu said with a smile as soon as he came here. Xuanmu jumped into the pit, holding the hoe in both hands, and dug out all the soil in three strokes.
The wind and snow are getting longer and longer, and the chill is chilling to the bones.
Xuanmu kicked Hesu Qingpan's body into the pit, then kicked the other three masked monks into the pit one after another, and ordered Mokes to bury all the soil in it.
Then, he put the staffs used by several people into the storage ring for later use before returning to the small building.
The strange thing is that the night was uneventful, and the Emperor He did not come to trouble Xuanmu. It was not until the next day, after the snow stopped.
Hesudevi led 10,000 armored knights to Xuanmu's manor. He personally dismounted his horse and told his younger brother, "You guys wait here quietly while I go talk to my eldest brother."
When Mokes introduced Hesudevi into the small building, Xuanmu was still sitting cross-legged on the rattan sofa and reading "Collection of Spiritual Grasses". Seeing Hesudevi coming in, he asked in surprise: "Why are you here alone?"
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"The second-level priest Geer Mindong in the palace reported to the emperor that you killed Qing Pan, and asked me to invite you to the palace." Hesu Dewei stepped forward and said respectfully.
"Haha... you are indeed right, but I didn't expect to be invited into the palace by your father so soon." Xuanmu smiled bitterly and said, but did not look like he wanted to leave. "That Geer or something.
How is the priest doing now?"
"Ger is now imprisoned because of his inability to protect the prince."
"Oh, did Hesu Qingpan really disappear?" Xuanmu pretended not to know, and asked curiously.
Hesu Devi is a sensible person, but he is also a confused person. But he is definitely a prince who understands when he should understand and is confused when he should be confused. Therefore, he said with a smile: "Brother Lin Mu, Qing Pan was killed by you. I
I have long seen that Qingpan has murderous intentions towards you. As expected..."
Before Hesu Dewei finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Xuanmu. Xuanmu said angrily: "You kid, bring me into the palace. Let Hesu Qingpan have murderous intentions for me, and then use me to
I killed Hesu Qingpan with my own hands, and now you are here to take me back for questioning on my father's order. This is a good move."
"No, no." Hesu Dewei quickly looked apologetic, clasped his hands and said: "Brother Lin Mu, you can't blame me for this. You want to go to the palace of your own accord, and Hesu Qingpan wants to kill you, and it's his fault too.
Your thoughts are not right. Even my father has no suitable reason to kill you."
"Now that you know it and you said it, what exactly do you want to do?" Xuanmu's mind turned and he asked curiously.
"I don't want to do anything. You have to deal with my father first. When I inherit the position of crown prince, I will bail you out. Brother, what do you think?" Hesu Devi said with a smile.
"Everyone has been killed, let's go to the palace and take a look first." Xuanmu shook his head helplessly, and followed Hesu Devi as he walked out of the small building. "Mokesi, take good care of the manor for me."
"Master, I obey you, little slave." Mox looked at Xuanmu with expectation as Hesu Devi gradually moved away.
In the Imperial Palace, inside the Taiping Hall.
Emperor He was wearing a red robe and sitting on a dragon chair. He lowered his eyebrows and nodded, holding his forehead with his right hand, looking very melancholy and frowning.
"My nephew has met his uncle." Xuanmu bowed to Emperor He.
"My servant said you killed my son? Did you kill Qing Pan?" Hehuang stared at Xuanmu with wide eyes, slapped his right hand heavily on the table in front of him, and shouted.
"Yes." Xuanmu didn't say much, just saying this one word was enough.
"You killed my son, how dare you come here? Do you think I won't kill you?" Hehuang was furious. He stood up, pulled out a sword from his side, and was about to rush towards Xuanmu.