The Great Tao Chronicle

The Statue of the Goddess Who Disappeared in the Great Dao Sect of the Heavens Chapter 377 The Peerless Demon! Yan Xiake stood under the old tree, her slightly ragged grey robe moved with the wind.

He watched quietly. Outside the Temple of the City God, there were always people wearing soap-horned clothes, holding court decrees, and the emperor's decree.

There are thousands of city gods in the world, but there is only one capital city god.

Although Yuanshen Zhenren is tyrannical, it is by no means easy to kill him, because the City God has a lot of power, and the people are in awe.

However, time can change everything.

Daqing, who has been released for a hundred years, has been in five generations. The grandsons of the group of people who once received the favor of the City God, cherished the kindness of the City God, and were deeply in awe of them, are almost dying of old age.

After a hundred years of blockade, the Temple of the City God has really fallen.

If this is not the case, how can the real God of Heaven suppress the capital city in Kyoto?

"Unfortunately, the old emperor didn't know that the noble **** of Yuanshen had been refining medicine for hundreds of years, in order to suppress the capital city."

Yan Xiake sighed deeply in his heart, sighing at the stupidity of people.

Along the way, he made unannounced visits, and what he saw was so shocking that he had an extremely strong killing intent towards the old emperor who had personally named him the champion.

He knew in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for him to fight against the Providence.

Over the past few months, he has come up with two solutions, one of which is to compete with the Heavenly Will Sect in the Tathagata Academy, and come forward to expose the viciousness of the Heavenly Will Sect when he invites the world's sects to witness.

But he is not a person of Providence, and the evidence in his hand is not enough to completely crucify Providence.

And the second, is to kill the old emperor!

Once the old emperor dies, there will be at least a brief period of chaos. The Capital God has no restrictions. Even if it has been weakened for a hundred years, with its thousand-year prestige, it may not be impossible to drive the God of Heaven out of Qingdu City.

At least, not worse than this time.

It was difficult for him to imagine how terrifying a Primordial Spiritual Master with infinite divine powers who needed incense and wishing power like a City God, but was not as restrained as a City God, would be without any fears.

But this is his guess, and the difficulty lies in how he can assassinate the king!

call!

He let out a long breath, Yan Xiake took out three sticks of incense from his arms, and with a slight shake, the incense head was already lit.

"Yan Xiake of Qingyan Mansion has lived for decades. As a son of man, he is worthy of his parents. He is an official.

Yan Xiake faced the Chenghuang Temple, bowed slightly and said:

"Old City God, if you have the spirit, please help me!"

The surroundings were calm and there was no reaction.

Yan Xiake took a step forward, knelt down on both knees, and bowed again: "Please help me, the Old City God!"

"Please help me with the Old City God!"

After three prostrations.

Yan Xiake only felt that the three sticks of incense in his hand trembled slightly, and the green smoke swayed slightly, submerging into his nose and mouth.

He sensed it slightly, and felt that three sticks of incense flashed by in front of him.

"Thank you Old Town God!"

Yan Xiake took a deep breath and stood up.

In the distance, the policemen have already run over, drawing their swords and scolding: "Your Majesty is strictly forbidden to defeat the temple, and those who violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

These policemen walked a few feet and walked steadily, and at first glance they were all kinds of good players.

But where did he catch up with Yan Xiake?

He turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Qingdu City is still bustling and bustling, and the thunder and lightning flashes in the air for several months have long been accustomed to.

Yan Xiake was walking in the crowd, and he could see the three sticks of incense burning with his eyes closed slightly. It was the three sticks of incense lent to him by Qin Wuyi, the city **** of Qingdu.

'With these three sticks of incense sticks, you can enter the palace and face the old emperor'

Looking at the three sticks of incense, Yan Xiake's heart rose to enlightenment.

But he did not directly light the incense, but walked slowly along the wide and unusual avenue of Qingdu.

On the long street, hawkers hawk, shouts in restaurants, and noise in the crowd can be heard. On the avenue, people with knives and swords, people in ragged clothes, people with yellow muscles, dressed in brocade Generations vary.

boom!

The little boy ran while laughing and accidentally bumped into Yan Xiake.

"Master, I didn't mean to."

Seeing Yan Chixia's burly stature, the boy jumped in shock when he was ugly.

"Steal from me?"

Yan Xiake glared at him, clasped the child's arm with his backhand, and snatched his purse from his hand.

"Oh, you hit someone, bullied a child!"

The child screamed in pain.

The pedestrians around are not stupid. Seeing that Yanxia's guest is tall and big, and holding a purse, how can they not know what happened?

Even if not, looking at his burly and carrying a long sword on his back is obviously not something to mess with.

Although there were many onlookers, no one spoke up.

When the kid saw that this trick didn't work, he immediately begged softly: "Master, please forgive me this time, I will dare to do it next time."

"Forgive you, do you dare next time?!"

Yan Xiake all laughed, and the people around also burst into laughter.

The kid blushed: "I don't dare, I won't dare next time."

Yan Xiake was too lazy to embarrass him. He had seen so many tragic things along the way, and it was hard for him to be moved by this little thief.

As soon as he let go of his hand, he let your child slip away, and as soon as he turned his hand up, he squeezed several colorful purses in his hand.

"A lot of one or two!"

Yan Xiake weighed and smiled: "Just enough for a certain family to eat a meal!"

After taking out the money and losing her purse, Yan Xiake walked straight into the nearest restaurant and opened her mouth to say:

"Restaurant, buy a tael of wine, and two catties of snacks!"

There are many people in the restaurant, but the efficiency is quite high.

Soon, a large table of wine and food was placed in front of Yan Xiake.

"The food is still barely enough, and the wine is okay! It's not a humiliation for you!"

Yan Xiake patted his stomach, and the burning incense stick in front of him had turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

He was a little curious about how the capital city would help him, but he still calmed down, the chopsticks kept falling, and the wine glass was not idle.

By the time Yan Xiake was full, there was no rice left on the table.

At this time, a middle-aged man with an expressionless face came over and sat opposite Yan Xiake.

The man looked up and down at Yan Xiake and said expressionlessly:

"Come with me, my master wants to see you!"

Yan Xiake was a little drunk and patted the table:

"lead the way!"

The man's face turned black, but he didn't have a seizure, got up silently, and walked towards the door.

Yan Xiake swayed behind him, followed the man through several streets and came to an ordinary small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, several sturdy masked men carried knives and swords, and a mysterious man with only one pair of eyes was standing with his hands down. Under the old tree in the courtyard, on the stone chair, sat a graceful and luxurious man. the old man.

The old man was about sixty years old. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, he couldn't hide his extravagance.

The old man looked at Yan Xiake and nodded slightly:

"As expected of the two champions in civil and military, he has a heroic style!"

But he seemed to know something.

Yan Xiake's eyes narrowed slightly, but he recognized who this old man was.

Apparently he was the prince of the dynasty.

The great-grandfather, grandfather, and father who had been boiled to death, the prince who is now over sixty years old and is said to be dying soon.

This prince is said to be a prince when he opens his eyes, and now he has been a prince for more than 60 years.

"Wait, go down!"

The old man waved his hand.

The others were hesitant, but they did not dare to disobey, they all bowed and retreated.

Only the mysterious man shrouded in his body remained motionless.

Yan Xiake didn't care either, sitting directly opposite the prince, Damascus said, "I want to enter the palace!"

He was too lazy to care whether the person in front of him was the prince, whether he had other purposes, and whether he was being used by others.

What he wants to do is simple.

Seek justice for the tens of thousands of unjust souls who died in his belly!

"Quick talk."

The old man was slightly startled, and said solemnly:

"Although the palace is heavily guarded, it is easy to enter, but there are still experts from the Providence Sect, so be careful."

The two did not communicate much.

The old man took out a map and pointed him where to enter at what time of the night.

After that, Yan Xiake threw up his hands and walked dashingly.

The old man returned his salute slightly, watched him leave, and couldn't help sighing:

"What a hero!"

For more than a hundred years, many people have discovered the inside story of alchemy, but there are not many people who really dare to take action, and now, there is not a single one.

Seeing Yan Xiake, his heart couldn't help but ripple.

"Unfortunately, most of them are going to die, and it is difficult to succeed."

The mysterious man sighed softly, the black clothes on his body slowly disappeared, but it was a tall monk with square eyebrows and broad eyes.

"If you try, you may not succeed. If you don't try, you will never be able to! The old thing has lived for too long. He eats the flesh and blood of a hundred people every day. "

The prince's face was cold and hard, with a strong hatred:

"It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

The big monk stopped talking, but there was a hint of pity in his heart.

This prince is basically the breeding pig left by the old emperor, in order to prolong his life, one direct descendant a year, one hundred and twenty years, even if it is six generations, each generation, there are enough people to become that The 'blood bag' of the old emperor!

Can you not hate it?

At this time, the sunset was on the west mountain, and the night gradually drifted down.

Yan Xiake not only touched a pot of wine, but leaned on the eaves of a high-rise building ten miles away from the palace, drinking and waiting.

The wine was strong, and the fire in his heart was high.

Thousands of people.

Whose parents are they, whose children, whose hearts are high, whose pillars are they?

They may die sooner or later, but they cannot be used as medicinal pills, even the bones, flesh and soul are eaten by people!

Dang bang~

At a certain moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the jug fell to the ground.

Yan Xiake floated away, mixed in the breeze as the night drifted, and suddenly it was Li Xu, and within a moment, he had already touched the palace.

He has already stepped into Wenyang, and although his life has not been fulfilled, it is not a wall that can stop him.

In particular, this is the dead spot for patrolling.

Under the darkness of night, Yan Chixia moved above the palaces everywhere, and the blue smoke of the second incense stick hovered over him.

The several powerful consciousnesses that have been swept in succession seem to have not found him.

Soon, he gradually approached the brightly lit harem behind the central hall of the palace.

Faintly, through the dim light, he saw the old emperor in a palace somewhere.

"Who?!"