Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

That night, Li Xinglan sat alone in the corner of the Temple of Heaven, without any distractions. He and the queen holding the corpse of the Dali Emperor on the altar a few hundred meters away, regarded each other as air.

The vitality of the queen's body is fading fast, her breath is getting weaker and weaker, and she seems to be unable to return to the sky.

She looked at the bustling Ping An City below, and at the familiar face of the man in her arms, suddenly the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Concubine Tian, ​​Ai Jia is the one who accompanies him to live and die, envy you?

...

The first rays of dawn pierced the sky and shone on Li Xinglan's blade-like cheeks. The latter's eyes opened and closed instantly, and the powerful breath of the whole body flashed away.

"After thoroughly refining part of the dragon vein power that I had previously absorbed, I actually broke through to the fifth stage of the Flame Soul Realm and reached the late stage of the Flame Sect realm. The power of the dragon veins is really terrifying."

"However, in a short time, I am afraid I can no longer use the power of the dragon veins to break through the Realm, otherwise the cultivation of the prison demon body will become extremely difficult."

Li Xinglan signed for cultivation at Lingyin Temple for more than six years, and he knew everything about his own situation.

He had long discovered that the cultivation of the Prison Suppression Demon must be in front of Realm, otherwise the energy required to refine the same magic pattern would be greatly different.

The magic pattern needs to match the physical strength of the corresponding Realm.

The simplest example is that the second stage of the physical realm has condensed a magic pattern, and the extra energy may be more than double that of the first stage of the physical realm.

Although it is said that the speed at which High Realm absorbs the Spirit Power of Heaven and Earth will inevitably be faster, but in fact, Li Xinglan has relied on the Spirit Power of Heaven and Earth to condense the magic lines in the past six years, which is pitiful.

The speed of absorbing the Spirit Power with the spirit of the nine Li Tianjing, the Ascension on the Realm that absorbs the Spirit Power, is completely negligible for him.

Therefore, in this situation, Li Xinglan naturally developed the habit of majoring in Prison Demon, but Martial Dao Realm has the habit of recklessness.

There are various Heavenly and Mortal Treasures that are constantly checked in by the system, many of which are not used by Prison Slayers. They are used by Ascension Realm. In fact, Realm's Ascension is not a problem at all.

As for the bottleneck, he hasn't encountered a big cultivation bottleneck so far, but his intuition tells him that the Dragon Transformation Realm is most likely a threshold.

"It's dawn, the time to come is coming soon, and it's time for a test for these six years of cultivation!"

Li Xinglan stood up violently, taking advantage of the last moonlight to move, and his eyes swept across the safe city like a torch. Finally, he nodded gently and muttered softly.

"The north side seems to have been calm and calm, it seems that there is the father's queen, um, if I can't beat it, I will run to the north."

Suddenly, when Li Xinglan looked to the northwest, his pupils shrank suddenly.

About two or three miles outside the northwestern city, a middle-aged man with a tiger-backed waist and a golden armor, was covered in blood, holding a several-meter-long war knife, and dragging it on the ground with a large number of cavalry gazing fiercely. Rushing towards the safe city.

"King Pu's battle flag? Could that guy be the King Pu of the Northwest Rebellion? How could he be so embarrassed, why is there so few people left in his army of more than 300,000?"

Li Xinglan looked suspiciously at the banner carried by the cavalry beside the middle-aged man, puzzled.

At this moment, King Pu was covered in blood, with numerous wounds on his body, and his eyes were full of fierceness and hostility.

Although King Pu was born as a military horse, he has been in the northwest for more than 20 years. Since he has a 300,000 army in his hand, he didn't necessarily take hundreds of people to attack Kyoto himself?

"That's... Zhongyihou?!"

Just as Li Xinglan turned his pupils and stared at King Pu and his group of hundreds of Qingqi swiftly towards the safe city of Kyoto, a Cang-bearded veteran appeared in his line of sight, also a sword that was several meters long. But this person has a mountain-like feeling.

The veteran of the three dynasties of Dali, Zhongyihou.

Although most of the members of the Li family are short-lived ghosts due to their blood, but due to the national fortune and dragon veins of the Dali emperor, under normal circumstances, they can live a hundred or so years old. They still do it casually.

"What the hell happened last night, how did the loyal Lord Houye chase this king Pu's hundreds of guards and cavalry?"

Li Xinglan felt that Own's brain couldn't turn around a bit. Last night, the northwestern part of the fire suddenly blazed over the sky, and Feng Shenwei went there overnight...

and many more!

Li Xinglan suddenly slapped his head, scolding himself as a fan of the authorities, and carelessness.

He walked slowly to the altar that was more than ten feet high at a few hundred meters, looked at the queen who was holding his father, who was no longer alive, and bowed respectfully.

"Queen, it seems that I, Li Xinglan, used the heart of a villain to save the abdomen of a gentleman, and the mother of the Queen's country, how could I let Feng Shenwei kill Zhongyihou like Dali Guozhu and cut off the back of the prince Li Chun? ."

At this moment, the cause and effect of the defeat of the 300,000 rebels of the Northwest Pu Wang last night, he suddenly clarified his thoughts in his mind.

Zhongyi Hou was defeated and led his troops to retreat. King Pu had a great victory and burned Qilian City to strengthen his army. The Queen’s Feng Shenwei left the imperial city during this time, not to attack Zhongyi Hou, but to ambush outside the city. A large number of people were ambushed on the only way for King Pu's army to attack Kyoto.

As for who was fighting for the time gap in the middle, Li Xinglan guessed that nine out of ten, it was Li Ang’s 100,000 Nanhuai army. In fact, in the entire Kyoto, only Li Ang’s 100,000 army has this momentum.

"Let’s take a look at the excitement first. This King Pu and Zhongyihou are the pinnacle powerhouses of the Flame Soul Realm. Their combat power is no less than those of the Dragon Transformation Practitioners in the ordinary Rivers and Lakes. What you may gain is not necessarily ."

At this point, Li Xinglan put away his pupils, and quickly swept toward the northwest.

Because the situation in the entire Kyoto Peace City was chaotic after midnight last night, and there were countless people who killed people and set fires, so there were no people on the street at this moment.

When Li Xinglan came to the gate of the West City in a short time, he happened to see King Pu coming with hundreds of rides unstoppable. What he didn't understand was that the general who defended the city actually opened the gate of the city without any resistance. mean.

Li Xinglan frowned slightly, and was about to come forward to reprimand, but suddenly stopped.

Outside the city gate, a young general in white robe was holding a silver spear, and under his crotch was a black mixed-blood horse. When Li Xinglan looked over, the young general seemed to feel that it was at the critical moment when King Pu was less than 100 meters away. He suddenly turned his head and glanced at the direction where Li Xinglan stopped.

"This is?"

It was a pair of incomparably sharp eyes full of arrogance, wildness in the killing, Li Xinglan's eyes intersected briefly with the other party, but his heart trembled suddenly.

"Father's queen, it turned out to be them!"

Outside the city gate, the young white-robed general also retracted his gaze, looking at Wang Pu, who was dragging a long sword in a hostile manner, getting closer and closer in the distance, shouting loudly.

"Hey, that guy, who are you, report your name, I will kill the wind clan Jingze, I will not kill the unknown!"

King Pu, who was rushing and plundering, had already regarded the unrelenting young man in front of him as a dead person, but the other party suddenly reported himself to his family, but his face changed greatly and he pulled the horse suddenly. Rein, but the speed is too fast, the whole person almost turned on their backs, and finally stabilized the figure in embarrassment.

"Hahahaha, King Pu, my father said that when you were young, you were among the many clans in my northwest, and you were a human being. He didn't expect it to be a pustule. You laughed to death."

The young general Baipao carried his spear on his shoulder, and said with a sarcasm.

"You... insult this king too much!"

King Pu was furious, but he was in a dilemma. He was sitting in the northwest all year round. He was too aware of the influence of the dead wind clan in the northwest.

Li Xinglan, who heard the content of the conversation between the two not far away, said to himself that it was true, but he muttered suspiciously after a while.

"Feng Yin has never been to the northwest in a hundred years. What did the father promise to them this time? He actually agreed to come to Kyoto Qinhuang."

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