Infinity Throne

"This is the so-called 'it is better to provoke the King of Hell than to provoke the little devil'." Yi Lin picked at the dead skin on his forehead and said with a smile: "The three sects of Tianjian Sect, Moluo Palace and Yan Fuzhou are rarely born, and some There is no way to provoke anyone who really wants to. But Bodhisattva Tower is different. This is a killer organization rooted in the people. It comes in the wind and rain. If ordinary people want to provoke it, the head on their neck will be gone. Of course they can't. Feel free to provoke them."

"Not only that," Jian Nanchun shook his head and explained, "Junior brother Lin, you may have misunderstood something."

"Oh? Senior brother, it doesn't matter."

"The world's monks are divided into nine sects, with three upper, middle and lower sects. In this ranking, except that the status of the upper three sects remains unchanged, the rankings of the middle three and the lower three are not based on strength."

"Is it because of the number of people?" Yi Lin laughed dumbly.

"This ranking is made by ordinary people based on Fang Ye's legends when they have nothing to do. What do you think?" Jian Nanchun asked back.

"Fuck? Can it still be like this?" Yi Lin understood now.

Jian Nanchun continued: "As far as I know, the Bodhisattva Building is divided into twelve sub-buildings, with twelve floor masters. The strength of the twelve floor masters is at least at the golden elixir stage or above. If they are placed in the Tianjian Gate, they cannot be called It is no lie to be comparable to the elders, but to be comparable to the top inner disciples. Plus the unidentified 'Mud Bodhisattva'..."

Yi Lin didn't expect that the more Jian Nanchun spoke, the more solemn his expression would become.

"Wait a minute," Yi Lin then remembered the task given by his master. He almost forgot about it: "Since the black lotus seal of the Bodhisattva Tower was found in Jingnan City, the Bodhisattva Tower has something to do with King Zhennan. It’s a solid proof, and King Zhennan plans to rebel and proclaim himself emperor, so isn’t our mission accomplished?”

At this time, Yi Lin started to change the concept.

Bodhisattva Tower has an affair with King Zhennan, what does it have to do with the Demon Sect?

"What? Uncle Emperor, is he going to rebel?"

Without waiting for Jian Nanchun to answer, Xia Xiaoman suddenly stood up and raised his voice a little higher. If Yi Lin hadn't arranged the barrier in advance, the words of "rebellion" might have been directly transmitted to Zhennan Wang Ergenzi next door. inside.

"Hush! Hush! Hush! Junior sister, please keep your voice down!"

Jian Nanchun raised his fingers vigorously and boasted.

The booing was so loud that it almost made Xia Xiaoman want to urinate.

"Shh-"

Suddenly.

Xia Xiaoman was about to complain.

Yi Lin's face hardened, she stretched out her five fingers and made a "STOP" gesture, and booed louder.

"There's someone outside."

Yi Lin winked at Jian Nanchun and Xia Xiaoman, then quickly stood up and entered the inner room without talking.

After avoiding the sight of Xia Xiaoman and Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin activated the [Shadow Accompanying] and [Shadow Killing] stealth packages, turned into a shadow, and hid.

A cold wind was blowing outside.

When Yilin's barrier was removed, Jiannan Chun's spiritual consciousness was released.

Sure enough, just as Yi Lin said, in front of the gate of the East Wing Villa, a thinly dressed maid was waiting quietly.

She held a copper lamp in her hand and stretched her other hand towards the wooden door, preparing to knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock."

Just as Jian Nanchun recovered his spiritual consciousness, there was a dull knock on the door.

"This slave conveys the prince's order to invite the eldest princess to the main hall for a gathering."

Xia Xiaoman seems to have not yet recovered from the shocking fact that "the prince is going to rebel."

When Jian Nanchun and Yi Lin discussed Prince Nan's rebellion conspiracy before, he also deliberately avoided Xia Xiaoman.

She had never heard of such a thing!

"Senior brother, I don't believe it. I never believe that my uncle is such a person!"

Xia Xiaoman whispered something in front of Jian Nanchun, then put on his mink fur coat fearlessly and walked towards the east chamber gate.

Jian Nanchun held up an oil umbrella and followed Xia Xiaoman.

After opening the door, a delicate maid knelt down on one knee and saluted Xia Xiaoman: "My maid, Xue'er, I have met the eldest princess."

"Flat body."

Xia Xiaoman nodded: "Take me to see the emperor's uncle."

"As you command, eldest princess." The maid raised her head and smiled. Her eyes narrowed like crescent moons. She looked at Brother Jian who was about to follow him like a transparent person. In a soft tone, she whispered: "This is your Majesty. Immortal, please stay, the prince has said that tonight only the eldest princess is invited to go to the main hall for a talk."

She deliberately put some emphasis on the word "only".

Jian Nanchun's face darkened and he hesitated whether to get angry.

At this moment, the token in his arms shook, prompting "You have new news."

Xia Xiaoman waved his hand: "Senior Brother Jian, don't worry. Xiaoman and Uncle Huang are just reminiscing about old times and gossiping. Senior Brother Jian, please rest early, don't hurt your body."

The implication is, I'm fine, don't follow me.

Jian Nanchun lowered his head. After a moment, he nodded and said only one word: "Okay."

Brother Jian stayed in the yard.

Xia Xiaoman was alone, following the maid, following the pebble path, crossing the courtyard wall, and heading to the main hall of Zhennan Palace.

…

As soon as the two left, Jian Nanchun immediately took out his token and called out to his good junior brother.

"Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Sister is in danger, Junior Sister is in danger, stay around."

"Don't worry, I've followed you secretly."

Lin Yi soon received a reply.

This made Jian Nanchun very suspicious, how on earth did this guy follow him, and how could he still send messages openly?

"Which elder did you learn this skill from?"

For some reason, even though he knew Lin Yi's cultivation was shallow, the other party's relaxed tone made him inexplicably reassured, so Jian Nanchun began to talk about other things.

"Oh, this is the 'Trailing Technique', which was taught privately by a hidden senior named Chen in the sect."

"Chen?" Jian Nanchun was stunned. How come he hadn't heard of this senior named Chen?

"He said he is her senior brother who is in charge."

"..."

"They are ready to go in. Hang up first and contact them later if there is anything else. But having said that, Prince Nan has a very good taste. If nothing else, this maid can be the number one in Wanxiang Tower in Yecheng. Tsk Tsk tsk. OVER.”

Why the hell do you still care about whether a maid can be the top of a brothel at this time?

Jian Nanchun held the Baojiang token in his hand, making no sound and confusion in the cold wind.

…

the other side.

Yi Lin followed halfway and soon reached the cordon range.

"Princess, please wait."

The maid said.

Yi Lin watched helplessly as the maid pointed her tight-fitting buttocks at him and swung it towards the "Forbidden Spirit Talisman" hanging on the beam. She saw the candlelight in the bronze oil lamp flickering on and off. The maid said again: "Eldest Princess, please come here." .”

The two of them crossed the cordon one after another.

far away.

In the shadow behind the rockery.

Yi Lin frowned.

Sure enough, this cordon is like a coded door.

To pass the cordon, in addition to forcibly destroying the door, you can also use a password to open it.

Does the oil lamp in the maid's hand have another mystery?

Doesn't it look like a magic weapon?

No matter how weak Xia Xiaoman is, he is still at the ninth level of Qi and possesses cultivation level.

But Xia Xiaoman passed the time without triggering the alarm. Apparently the maid did something.

And Prince Nan seemed to be practicing some kind of skill when he vomited in the courtyard every morning, but didn't he trigger the alarm?

"The confidentiality work is done very well."

Yi Lin has found out a lot of information in the past few days, but he hasn't figured out how to cross the cordon yet.

But that doesn't matter, he has other ideas.

Yi Lin sensed the release, confirmed that no one was around, then slapped her right wrist and hurriedly entered the center.

Inside the hub, yellow sand fills the sky.

In the center of the oasis, on the lake, three mother spirits are diligently sharpening the big rusty swords with their hands.

Yi Lin came in a hurry, but she still drifted over to the Guili sword and took a look.

"Master!"

"Master."

"Master, okay~"

Bai Xiaoyi, Nie Hongxiu, and Gayage Qinmei have unified their names for Yi Lin in the past thirteen years and have become more down-to-earth, but by listening to the tone of voice, you can tell who is calling, and the style. Very different indeed.

"It seems like the progress is going well. Keep up the good work!"

In fact, there is no sign of the rust on the Guili sword falling off at all. But Yi Lin didn't know what to do, so she could only use the dead sword as a living sword to see if the rust could be removed. By the way, what kind of material is the Guili Sword made of? It’s a legendary item. It’s neither copper nor iron. How can you say it’s rusty?

Jill, you can't do it!

Yi Lin angrily bid farewell to the three hard-working mother spirits, came to the soul clone on the throne, and established a connection with the soul clone.

He quickly transported all the accumulated spiritual energy in his body into his soul body.

With the input of spiritual energy, the translucent soul clone solidified a bit again.

After doing all this, the meridians in Yilin's body were empty again, and her cultivation level plummeted. Once again, she dropped from the sixth level of Naqi to zero.

Yi Lin came and went in a hurry, and her stay in the hub was almost negligible.

When he opened his eyes again, Xia Xiaoman's butt had just entered the main hall door.

Although he didn't want to see Xia Xiaoman, she was still his junior sister no matter what, so she couldn't be allowed to be in danger.

While thinking about it, Yi Lin activated her skills.

A shadow that was so thin that it was almost imperceptible easily crossed the cordon and slipped into the hall through the crack in the closed door.