Ze Tian Ji Chapter 48: Snow mud claws
Capital is snowing in the sky, as is Taiping Avenue.
Not many people know that the flying snow comes from an ice storm in Heavenly Academy.
All the gates of the royal palace are closed, there is no sound, and the Prince of Xiang palace is silent like a grave.
The shattered snow flew over the high wall of the palace and fell out of sight of the Li Palace clergys, but failed to fall to the ground.
There are countless winds behind the wall, blowing those soft snow constantly.
Hundreds of Way of Cultivation masters and sergeants holding Divine Crossbow. Standing in the garden and courtyard of the Prince of Xiang House, there is only one wall separated from the black ocean formed by the priests.
They didn't make any sound, and remained absolutely silent, so the sound of breathing became clear.
The clearer, the heavier, and the shorter, the more nervous.
The light snow in the early spring from the sky ca n’t land because of the silence and mystery of breathing, right?
Prince Chen Liu stood by the window, the subordinates in the looks at garden, silently thinking about these things.
Xue kept flying outside the window, his face was a little pale.
Being exhausted has nothing to do with restlessness.
At this time, any regrets are unnecessary.
He turned to look at the Taoists in Tsing Yi.
Three Tsing Yi Taoist looked at the white-haired old daoist.
old daoist is a real Dao School strongman, it has been half a step Saint years ago.
Except for Wei Shangshu of Tang Family, the blind pianist, and several hidden figures of Aristocratic Family and denominations in the south, no one can compare with him.
But even he is not confident that he can hold Prince of Xiang.
Not at all.
He knows very well that if Li Palace decides to go all out, no one can stop such a tide unless the Great Zhou court forces do their best.
old daoist said to Prince Chen Liu: "Let's go."
Prince Chen Liu's face was paler and his expression remained calm, saying, "I can't give up these subordinates who are loyal to me and my father and king."
old daoist said with no expression: "I stay to block one block, you and the three nephews go first."
Prince Chen Liu didn't expect that the other party was willing to take risks, hesitated.
old daoist walked to the window, ignored him, and closed his eyes slowly.
The breeze rolled up the broken snow and landed on that wrinkled face, with white hair floating slightly, and looks at was a little touching.
In the picture of looks at, Prince Chen Liu's eyes are slightly wet, and what he wants to persuade is not explained in the end.
In the shortest time, he recovered his calmness, saluted to old daoist, and turned without hesitation.
The bluestone ground from the window to the middle of the flower hall subsides in turn, forming a stone staircase that goes down to the ground.
Prince Chen Liu and the three Tsing Yi Taoist walked down the stone steps to the ground.
It's dark ahead, I don't know where to go.
Suddenly, the lights on stone wall burned automatically, illuminating the ground not far in front of everyone.
The ground is a bit wet and there are some moss in the corners. I do n’t know how much youngster has not been cleaned.
The light fell on Prince Chen Liu's face.
He is calm.
No wetness could be seen in his eyes.
No touch on his face.
Those are meaningless.
He always thinks so.
This later battle is meaningless.
The Changchun Temple old daoist will either leave alive or die violently, he will not care.
He just needs to know that this old daoist will inevitably cause great losses to those strong Li Palace.
It doesn't matter if the homes in the palace will be surrendered with masters or killed.
He never doubted the loyalty and blood of these people, but these people were never the real cards of Prince of Xiang House.
The real power of Prince of Xiang House will never appear in Capital today.
Because his judgment is very close to Chen Changshen, he thinks that Mausoleum of Books can't fight at all.
It's not the final battle yet, but many people will die today.
He needs to ensure that his life is not threatened, so he must leave.
He will appear on the shore of Luo River through this dark tunnel, then leave Capital.
On the outskirts of Capital, the hundreds of Xuanjia Qingqi already waited for him for a long time.
He will take these Xuanjia Qingqi to Hanqiu City, and then meet with the most loyal subordinates and army and descendants of Zhu Family.
At that time, what should he do first? Post an obituary? Or should all the waste of Zhu Family be poisoned first?
If it is Emperor Taizong, what will he do?
Poisoning is not enough. It is too conspicuous. It is better to put it under house arrest.
Thinking about these things, there was a smile in his eyes illuminated by the lights.
The three Tsing Yi Taoists can't be seen behind him.
His father is Saint Domain strong, so naturally there is no need to worry about safety.
Even if Dao Venerate loses, Xu Yourong or Chen Changshen are not those who are so cruel, and naturally they will not start to the concubines in Wangfu.
Prince Chen Liu felt that I thought of everything, considered it, and calculated it.
But he didn't think of his new wife Ping Guo, not even the matter itself.
He didn't count. Someone was waiting for him somewhere in front of this dark tunnel.
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In the quiet tunnel, any sound will be particularly clear.
For example, the sound of water moving underground, such as the sound of ants crawling over a wall.
The two aunts opened their eyes.
Sounds of footsteps coming from the direction of Prince of Xiang House.
Huai Shu glanced at her sister.
Huai Ren looked indifferent.
Suddenly, the light faintly coming in front is strangely refracted.
As if there was some distortion in the space there.
What kind of power can make space so distorted so silently?
Huai Shu sensed the Dao Aura and said in horror: "What is this?"
Huai Ren raised her eyebrows slightly, and said a little unexpectedly: "ZHis Holiness The Pope also shot?"
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A similar situation appeared in the sky when the space in the local road was distorted.
The dim sky is scattered everywhere, and it is extremely clear that the surrounding area of Prince of Xiang House is shining.
An indescribable coercion fell from a distant sky to the ground.
The snow suddenly became violent.
A black dragon claw breaks through the clouds and falls slowly.
The dragon claw is like a Black Mountain, and the scales above are like dark windows, exuding the Aura of terrifying.
The families and the strong can no longer remain calm and shout in panic.
The white-haired old daoist suddenly opened his eyes and shot a fine light.
A clear light caged Prince of Xiang House, which is a very powerful Defense formation.
old daoist looks at in the sky, the cold voice yells: "The evil animal is dead!"
The voice did not fall, Dao Sword came out, turned into an extremely stern light, flew towards the sky, penetrated through the thick clouds, I do not know where to cut!
He knows that his opponent is very powerful today, but he still has Fearlessness.
This sword condenses his lifelong Cultivation, already is infinitely close to Saint Domain, plus the formation of the palace, as long as the opponent is not yet an adult, he must be injured and return!
However, he does not know that today's real opponent is not in the depths of the snow, but has been in the Prince of Xiang house.
When he put all his spirit into that sword, the man moved.
The man stood at the corner, pulling his shoulders, and loosely tied a seemingly ordinary sword around his waist.
I don't know when, his long fingers hold the hilt of the sword, and it looks extra stable and harmonious.
If someone sees this scene, they may even create an illusion.
His hands are one with the sword.
How could there be a sword faster than this?
A ray of sword light lights up and then disappears.
It's like a firework or a flash in the pan.
Two holes appeared in the two brick walls.
A blade of sword pierced the blue robe, carrying blood.