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Zhuo Yu's heart sank, but his face was not revealed. Not only did he not retreat, he also walked to the front: "Who is Gui Chenzi?"

"That's right." Gui Chenzi leaned forward, feeling a fairy-like traitor.

Zhuo Yu smiled and said, "I heard that the national teacher is very capable and is a hidden master. Do you think I am fake?"

Gui Chenzi said: "Naturally, all emperors have the aura of kings, but you don't, so it's natural that it's fake."

"Oh?" Zhuo Yu smiled, "If so, please come forward."

Gui Chenzi didn't understand his intention, but he was afraid of mortals. Shi Shi walked up to him: "If you confess your sin now, you can't ask the Queen to keep you full body."

Zhuo Yu sneered and threw the blood-stained knife in front of him: "I heard that those who practice Taoism focus on cause and effect. If you really think I am fake, then kill me yourself, what if you do?"

"A mere mortal, do you want me to do it yourself?" Gui Chenzi sneered, but his eyes couldn't help but look behind Zhuo Yu, wanting to see where the woman who was also a monk was.

Zhuo Yu was aggressive: "You dare not kill me, are you guilty?"

"Ha, since you want to seek death, I will do your best." Gui Chenzi said and raised his hand, and a white light lit up from his palms.

Wei Yuanhou and others exclaimed at the same time: "Your Majesty! No!"

Zhuo Yu did not dodge, his heart beat like thunder, but a smile appeared on his lips: "Gui Chenzi, you have thought about it. I am the emperor of the human world. Isn't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"

Of course Gui Chenzi was afraid. If possible, he would never choose to get rid of Zhuo Yu with his own hands. Even without God's punishment, it would be a cause and effect that he could not bear.

However, since things have come to this point, he can't retreat! If there is cause and effect, it will be a matter in the future. As long as he can successfully build the foundation and even make elixirs and babies, the death of a mere mortal cannot do anything to him!

Thinking of this, the light in his hand was so bright that it was about to slash him, but a chill came from behind. He almost dodged with his instinct.

Sure enough, a blazing flame flew over and stopped Zhuo Yu.

Zhuo Yu breathed a sigh of relief and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Who?" Gui Chenzi raised his head.

As a huge shadow cast, Yin Miaomiao fell from a paper crane, her white clothes were like butterflies, and the flames were wrapped around her fingertips as if they had eyes.

"The foundation-building monk..." Gui Chenzi's pupils instantly dilated and he murmured, "How could it be... wrong."

She was injured.

Gui Chenzi's eyes showed ecstasy, and his mood to escape suddenly dissipated. The injured foundation-building monk means that his strength may not be stronger than him, but his wealth must be greater than him.

He was just a casual cultivator, and his magic weapons and spirit stones were extremely limited. How could he miss this opportunity in front of him? He said righteously: "Where did the witch come from? He dared to mess with the Chaogang!"

Yin Miaomiao was not polite and instructed the red line to wrap around him.

Facing the flames that were coming towards him, Gui Chenzi slapped two talismans on his body, and the flames were unable to approach him instantly. Yin Miaomiao ordered the flames to turn into chains, firmly tied up his whole body, and the spiritual energy was continuously lost.

The edges of the talisman began to charred and rolled up, and then they couldn't resist it and fell off.

Gui Chenzi dared not resist this magic weapon and took out a peach wood sword from the storage bag. This sword seemed ordinary, but it was extraordinary. Yin Miaomiao's flames tangled up and could not be burned.

What's even more strange is that when he waved the sword's edge, a trace of water mist oozed out from the sword, with a pungent smell. Yin Miaomiao smelled like sourness, saw the blade thrown on the ground, and wrapped the handle with spiritual energy.

Take it in your hand and sting it into the mist.

The fog hit the blade, and squeaks sounded from the blade made of fine iron, and bubbles appeared one after another.

Seeing her frowning, Gui Chenzi laughed and said, "This is the transformation tree that I finally found, see what I want to do." He waved it with his sword, and the sour mist mixed with the sword wind came to his face.

Yin Miaomiao recalled the method of starting up and stepped on the point to avoid his attack, but was not very skilled and was swept several times. The fog stained her robe. Although it did not burn her clothes, the originally smooth patterns on the robe began.

Fade and disappear.

Gui Chenzi showed joy on his face, which intensified the offensive.

Yin Miaomiao seemed to be defeated, retreating in a hurry, and even the flames dimmed a lot. Gui Chenzi was extremely envious of this magic weapon and decided to take her down in one go.

The white mist at the tip of the sword was vast, forming a white mist ball with a diameter of about one zhang. Gui Chenzi shouted: "Go!"

The fog ball suddenly escaped from the sword body and rushed straight towards Yin Miaomiao.

Yin Miaomiao's toes were a little bit, and his body quickly leaned back. The mist covered her whole body, and wailing sounds were everywhere. Gui Chenzi then realized that Yin Miaomiao was dodging, and it happened to be the imperial guards in the north. He rushed there with one move.

All the soldiers who had no time to dodge were hit.

The unlucky soldiers were burned on their faces, mist poured in from their mouths and noses, and their trachea was damaged, and they swallowed in pain. The tragedy of the other soldiers made them dodge, and the queue that was originally surrounded by formations opened an instant

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Wei Yuanhou said: "It's still not enough."

Duke Ding also said: "Let's take a look."

As early as Yin Miaomiao and Gui Chenzi fought, they saw her intention and knew that she wanted to attack Zi's shield with his spear, so they immediately took the people on their side back to the Palace of Light - fact

It proved that this was very wise. There were many imperial guards surrounded there and there was no way to retreat. Wouldn't it be accidentally injured?

Zhuo Yu heard them, but he was silent, and his eyes were wrong and looked at the center of the fog.

Yin Miaomiao hasn't come out yet.

Fortunately, a fire dragon rushed out of the center of the white fog, and the flames dispelled the fog. Yin Miaomiao walked out, and a hazy red light was shrouded in the body, blocking the fog.

Seeing that something was wrong, Gui Chenzi threw out three more talismans and turned around and ran away. As soon as the talisman paper flew into the air, it began to burn itself, and a sizzling sound sounded in the air.

Yin Miaomiao's scalp was numb and he jumped into the air: "Everyone is lying down!"

Before he finished speaking, the three talisman papers burned and exploded with a bang.

The glazed tiles of the Palace of Light were shattered and fell down. The pillars that were thick with their arms were cracking, making a terrifying "beep" sound.

Marquis Weiyuan protected Zhuo Yu: "Your Majesty, go!"

It was too late, the roof began to collapse incline, wood collapsed, stones fell, and the exit was blocked in a short while.

Zhuo Yu covered his mouth and nose: "Go back!" The Palace of Light is a place to discuss politics. It is built magnificent and grand. It is okay to collapse halfway, just run back.

They had the Palace of Light as a buffer and had a way out, but the people gathered in the square in front of the palace were not so lucky. At the beginning, Gui Chenzi did not take the lives of mortals seriously, and Yin Miaomiao intended to weaken their power.

Now that he was blown up, the corpses that were close to him were gone, and those who were far away were knocked to the ground and could not get up.

At this time, Gui Chenzi had already escaped.

But Yin Miaomiao would not let him go. She forced the qi and blood rushing in her chest and jumped into the air, quickly blocking the escaped Gui Chenzi.

Gui Chenzi gritted his teeth: "Don't bully people too much. What are the benefits for you and me if both sides suffer? "

"Just, if I let you go, will you let me go?" Yin Miaomiao took a deep breath and walked quickly with Xiao Zhoutian, hoping to delay the time with her mouth cannon.

Gui Chenzi cherishes his life: "You and I don't have a deep hatred, so why should we kill them all?"

Yin Miaomiao looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't you sent someone to kill me?"

"These are all those mortals who make their own decisions." Gui Chenzi denied it without saying a word.

Yin Miaomiao said coldly: "Then why did you come to this mortal world?"

"I am..." Gui Chenzi stopped talking to his mouth, "Why did fellow Taoist come here again?"

"You're talking too much nonsense." Yin Miaomiao said, and once again took out the red line.

Gui Chenzi saw that he could not be kind anymore, so he made up his mind and took out a formation plate and put on the spirit stone. A light suddenly appeared around him, covering him tightly.

The fire dragon was blocked back as soon as it rushed onto the cover and could not penetrate it at all. Yin Miaomiao gritted his teeth, changed the line to a point, and concentrated his spiritual power at one point to attack.

The two started a war of attrition.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Yin Miaomiao clearly realized that the spiritual power in his body was being lost. Even if there was a small Zhoutian replenishment, the consumption speed was too fast.

But she cannot retreat. Once she stops, she will become a lamb to be slaughtered, and Gui Chenzi will not let her go. A monk is not a kind-hearted man who takes it as his responsibility to help the people of the world.

Even though she forgot everything in the world of cultivation, she understood this clearly.

She could not retreat, she could not let her go. She calculated the consumption of spiritual power, and then silently reduced her output, making her look like she was not as powerful as she could.

Gui Chenzi insisted in the array plate, and he knew that he could win as long as she could use up her spiritual power. Sweat flowed into his eyes, he blinked and relieved the stinging feeling, and was surprised to find that the flame seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

Becoming smaller and smaller.

He was shocked and continued to hold on.

Another stick of incense passed, and the flames slowly went out. Yin Miaomiao shook his body and fell to the ground with a thud.

Gui Chenzi was very cautious and did not rashly close the array plate. After waiting for more than ten days, he carefully put the array plate away and walked over with his sword.

She was breathing a little weakly. Gui Chenzi raised his sword and stabbed it hard.

The blood was splattering, it was his own.

Because at the same time he took action, Yin Miaomiao stabbed the short sword in his hand into his dantian. Dantian, orifice, and spiritual platform are the key points of the monks. No matter which one is damaged, it will cause irreparable damage.

After Gui Chenzi was stabbed into the dantian, the remaining spiritual power instantly overflowed, but he was not dead yet. He would not die if he was stabbed in the abdomen. At most, he could not be a monk anymore.

It’s not impossible to let him go like this... Yin Miaomiao hesitated for a moment. When she remembered that this world was all mortals, she cut off his head mercilessly.

Gui Chenzi was finally completely dead.

Yin Miaomiao took a break and began to walk back - her spiritual power was exhausted and she could not fly anymore. What a pity that the feeling of flying was fascinating.

She walked back to the Palace of Light and entrusted Gui Chenzi's patronage. The queen's people lost a lot and no longer had the overwhelming advantage before.

Just as Ye Liu came in with the eight hundred light cavalry coming from Xuzhou, the situation balanced again. Then, Gui Chenzi's pills in the wine lost their efficacy, and the Xiwei Wei turned against him at the battle.

Blood dyed the floor tiles in front of the Palace of Light to bright red, and then slowly spread to Zhuo Yu's feet, soaking his shoes.

There is no throne without blood, he is just no exception.