Chapter 489 – Surprise Attack on White Clothed Warlock

Chapter 489 – Surprise Attack – White Clothed Warlock

Dead, finally.

Xu Qi’an slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, after a high degree of tightness, it brought about extreme exhaustion, which originated from both the body and the mind.

The successive great battles had left him in a very bad state, especially the part of riding a dragon to fight, at first glance he was fierce and fierce, dry and strong to kill Jeanne.

In fact, it’s an exchange of injuries for injuries, killing a thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred.

Jeanne’s counterattack, as well as the repercussions from the jade shattering, caused Xu Qi’an to be extremely traumatized.

But it was worth it, all of it.

Xu Qi’an stood on the ridge of the Spirit Dragon’s back, looking out over the vast expanse of land as he slowly exhaled a breath.

To completely exhale the pent-up anger that had been squeezed in his heart all this time.

After a moment of silence, he tore off a strand of cloth, tied up his long, disheveled hair, straightened his ragged clothes, and bowed toward the northeast.

Wei Gong, have a good trip.

Duke Wei, in the next life, he will also be a great man!

Dead, Father is dead. The Crown Prince stood at the head of the city, staring blankly into the distant sky.

In his mind, flashed through a scene of the past, the majestic father sitting high in the dragon chair, the majestic father loudly scolded, the majestic father wearing a Taoist robe, the serious father in control of the court, such a hand in power for nearly forty years of the father, but died in the hands of a piker, the crown prince shed tears of excitement.

Chief Minister Wang is also looking out, the old man’s face and eyes are incredibly complex, pleasure, sadness, emotion, heartache .

He froze and gazed out, not moving for a long time, probably reminiscing about his career that had ended together with the emperor’s perishing.

The group of ministers looked complicated, unable to speak for a while, immersed in the scene of the Emperor’s end.

Xu Qi’an, regicide!

Dafeng opened the country for six hundred years, in addition to Emperor Wuzong that year to clear the side of the emperor, along with the fainting emperor together with the emperor of Qing Dafeng has never been put to death.

Yuanjing, or Jeanne d’Arc, was the first emperor in the history of the Daebung to be struck down in the capital by a pikeman.

Today’s incident will certainly leave a colorful mark in the history books, and even if a thousand years have passed, when future generations comment on this piece of history, they will surely enjoy it.

Starting from the 16th year of Yuanjing, and continuing until the 37th year of Yuanjing, which will inevitably be interspersed with the donation of Wei Yuan and the destruction of 80,000 generals. In the history of Dafeng, this emperor, who was addicted to monasticism, was finally beheaded in the capital by the piker Xu Qi’an.

While the gentlemen were lamenting, they suddenly heard a mournful cry.

Follow the sound, only to see the imperial historian Zhang Xingying, holding the wall, crying old tears.

The former members of the Wei Party, each with tears in their eyes, either wiped their heads down or held their heads high to keep the tears from flowing down their faces.

A few moments later, including Zhang Xingying, who lost his temper and cried bitterly, these members of the Wei Party, who were in control, made a bold move in front of the parties.

They straightened their garments and bowed toward the northeast, and then they turned and bowed toward the one in the sky, and they could not afford to do so for a long time.

At this moment, on the other side of the Imperial City, Huaiqing stood against the wind, her plain dress fluttering.

The wind ruffled her hair, gently caressing her stunningly beautiful face, the royal eldest daughter gently loosened her tightly clenched fists, and sighed with relief at the bottom of her heart.

He has never let her down, brave, domineering, wise, omnipotent This battle, despite the twists and turns, despite the worries, such as when the Zhenguo sword took off into the air.

However, Huaiqing still didn’t think Xu Qi’an would lose because he hadn’t lost before.

It was a strange man, one that even she had to admire and revere.

Huaiqing lifted her dancing sideburns and hung them behind her ears, unlike the crown prince who left behind moving tears, her heart was uplifted and sighing along with heaviness.

The fact that Emperor Jeanne d’Arc had perished was only the beginning, and the ensuing aftermath was the top priority.

This is divided into two main areas: first, an account of the entire Middle Kingdom.

These include the people of the states, the governments of the regions, the armies of the regions, and the people of the rivers and lakes.

As for the people, the core of consideration is the word “people’s heart”. Whether one is frank and open, or whether one conceals, it will result in the loss of people’s heart.

The army was the same thing, and in a sense, stabilizing the army’s heart was more important than stabilizing the people’s heart, especially the generals of the northern and northeastern states.

This group is the most prone to mutiny.

If Xu Qi’an lost this battle, then the 10,000 or so generals in Yu Yang Pass would surely rebel.

Officials everywhere need to be pacified and not be allowed to become terrified in this matter, so that they can help stabilize the hearts of the people and not allow the jianghu organizations to take advantage of the chaos.

The second aspect, the new king.

For the capital city now, what is crucial now, is the new king’s ascension to the throne.

The ascension of the new ruler to the throne is the prerequisite for everything, and only if the new ruler ascends to the throne can all parties be stabilized. If the Dafeng group was leaderless, coupled with what Emperor Zhende did, the Central Plains would be in chaos.

“Crown Prince, finally made it through.”

Huaiqing looked away from the head of the city at the noon gate, looking at the small handful of people in the black, she smiled oddly, like a mockery like disdain.

“The dog emperor is finally dead!!!”

Li Miaozhen clenched her fists, excited and exuberant, and could not wait to wail three times to express her inner joy.

But at the same time there was some frustration that the Dog Emperor was dead and her youth was over.

The Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sect came down from the mountain in pink back then and ventured out into the world, and for two years, her mantra was:

Sooner or later, stab the dog emperor to death.

And now two years rushed by, the dog emperor died, she suddenly had a kind of things are not the same melancholy, as if a certain part of life’s journey, a complete end.

Chu Yuanjian didn’t say anything, he had long since burst into tears.

Ten years of scholarly spirit, this day, finally to clear the depression in the chest.

Heng Yuan folded his hands and hung his head slightly, silent, as if he was remembering the senior brother he had brought up.

“My father would be so happy to know that the Emperor of Dafeng has been killed that he would think of fighting.”

Lina said, “He loved to fight and said that the women of Dabong were the best, the clothes were the best, the houses were the best, everything was the best. Everything must be snatched.”

Lena’s dad is a finisher, just a little bit finer in the wrong way.

I’m a big fan of Big Bong culture and all things Big Bong, so I’m going to grab it all.

“Waste, waste, waste!”

The head of the Earth Sect’s Dao, who had his feet on a black lotus flower, hissed and roared:

“Jeanne d’Arc is a waste of space, cultivating for forty years, all cultivated to a cat. Being decapitated by a kid who has been practicing martial arts for less than a year.”

He was a little exasperated.

Emperor Jeongde entrusted him with the task of holding Luo Yuheng at bay, and the reward was to help him out against the Golden Lotus after the deed was done.

Black Lotus has been thirsting for the integrity of the Yuan Shen for many years, and he was not able to defeat Luo Yu Heng today, not because of his strength. Everyone is almost at the peak of the transition stage, no one is weaker than anyone else.

However, his Yuan Shen was crippled, and the most powerful means of the Dao Sect was the Yuan Shen Domain.

He’s being hit hard by Luo Yu Heng at the moment, so it would be fine if Jeanne wins, it’s all worth it.

As a result, stealing a chicken is not a good idea.

The Earth Sect Dao Head exploded in place with anger.

Luo Yu Heng, who had firm breasts and a thin waist, and whose appearance was beautiful, shook her sword flower and said, “I’ve only been practicing cultivation for thirty-four years, Senior Uncle~”

Black Lotus’ expression froze, Luo Yu Heng was a generation younger than him, but the current situation was that he was being pressed by Luo Yu Heng.

He had just finished scolding Emperor Jeanne d’Arc for practicing monasticism on a cat, when Luo Yuheng turned his head and gave him a slap on the face.

In the next moment, he roared as if he was an enraged lion:

“You’re less complacent, you’re less complacent, your breath is boiling now as if it’s a churning ocean tide, the karmic fire that’s settled underneath will strike immediately, I’ll see how you can escape this calamity.”

Luo Yu Heng had lived in seclusion in the capital for many years, never taking action against people, and at most manipulating his doppelganger to step in instead of his main body.

This was because she needed to rely on her cultivation to suppress the karmic fire.

And now that she had gone all out, the karmic fire that had been firmly suppressed in the past was bound to backfire.

After Black Lotus finished cursing, he suddenly froze as he saw Luo Yu Heng smile brightly.    She slightly tilted her head sideways and glanced in the direction of the capital.

That guy was now the third rank and had beheaded Jeanne d’Arc, enough to match her in both cultivation and aura.

Stargazer Building.

Saren Agu stood at the edge of the Eight Trigrams Platform, narrowing his eyes and looking at the figure standing proudly in the sky, he took a slow breath and said:

“So half of Da Feng’s qi is in him, is this your scheme?”

The Supervisor was standing with his arms folded, alongside him, and said indifferently:

“Sort of.

“Jeanne thinks she is blessed with good fortune, and that I will not move him, nor can I. It’s true, for warlocks, regicide is self-destructive, and the higher the grade, the greater the repercussions.

“Faint king or tyrant, as long as one day he is still sitting on the dragon chair, he is the king of a country for one day. To other high-grade cultivators, the earthly emperor’s luck is added to his body, and regicide karma is entangled in his body, so no one is willing to fight with him if they don’t have no choice.

“Jeanne is confident and thinks he has everything under control, but he forgets that cultivators above the third grade are unwilling to fight him, but I can cultivate someone who is willing to fight him.

“A pawn who crosses the river can’t retreat, but can kill the king. He has finally realized this “meaning”, and it is not in vain that I have given him many gifts.”

Saren Agu narrowed his eyes and said, “So Wei Yuan’s death was also in your plan?”

Supervisor Zheng explored his hand, grabbed into the void, grabbed out the wine cup, took a sip of the mellow wine, and leisurely said:

“Wei Yuan is seeking death on his own, it has nothing to do with me, I’m just calculating this step and then laying out a plan in advance based on what’s going to happen in the future.”

Saren Agu exhaled, “Does Wei Yuan know?”

The supervisor nodded and gave a laugh:

“He analyzed it, otherwise, why did he leave behind the blood elixir? He was able to seal the Witch God without a care in the world because he expected Jeanne d’Arc to die.”

Saying that, the Supervisor Zheng gazed into the distance and sighed tersely, “He even calculated up to that point, which is indeed something I hadn’t thought of.”

Saren Agu frowned, he actually didn’t understand the meaning of the Supervisor’s words.

Supervisor Zheng laughed, “Don’t think about it, the Heavenly Chance has been shielded, and it has nothing to do with you, you, the great sorcerer, can’t divine anything.”

With the fall of Emperor Jeanne d’Arc, the battle between the two first grade masters then slowed down, and Supervisor Zheng didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to beat up on a great sorcerer who had lived for thousands of years even though this was his home turf.

The price will be the land of the capital, reduced to a wasteland.

There’s no need for that.

Saren Agu frowned and mused, “You have shielded him from the heavens?”

He, referring to Xu Qi’an.

The supervisor asked rhetorically, “Why do you ask.”

Salun Agu frankly said, “Before I came to the capital, I divined a fortune, and Jeanne’s fortune was a mixture of good and bad luck, which meant that he would face a great calamity of life and death. But I likewise did a divination for Xu Qi’an, guess how the trigrams are?”

The supervisor was silent.

Saren Agu wore an odd smile, “An omen of great evil!”

Yunlu Shuyuan.

With the help of the academy’s students, Uncle Xu carried the heavy traveling gifts, piece by piece, onto the carriage.

There are antiques and paintings, bedding and clothing, and daily necessities in a cumbersome quantity.

The Xu family was planning to move and settle in Jianzhou, far away from the capital, a place of law and order.

When they woke up this morning, the family lost their smiles and their mood sank. For Second Uncle and Aunt, the only comfort was that Erlang Xu would also be traveling to Jianzhou.

It’s nice that the family doesn’t have to be separated.

As for Oro, the couple deliberately did not mention it.

Zhang Shen, Erlang Xu’s teaching mentor, was responsible for sending the Xu family to Jianzhou.

This is a long way to Jianzhou, and the female members of the Xu family are on the contrary long and beautiful, although Xu Pingzhi is a seventh grade martial artist, and the Refined Spirit Realm is also a good hand in the Jianghu.

But if they encounter organized and large-scale bandits, Xu Pingzhi, with one pair of hands and one pair of feet, may not be able to protect his wife and daughter in time.

After all, martial artists are crude and not fancy enough to kill people, but not to protect them.

One wagon, two flatbeds, two horses, ready to go.

Xu Ershu sat on the back of his horse, arching his hand and saying, “Thank you, sir, for seeing me off.”

Zhang Shen smiled and nodded.

He was just about to say something when he suddenly saw Uncle Xu covering his head, his face full of pain, his body lolling and falling off the horse.

Zhang Shen was shocked and hurriedly jumped off the carriage and leaned down to check.

“Master!!!”

The aunt shrieked, picked up her skirts, leaped from the wagon, and was about to fling herself at her husband’s side when she suddenly paused.

The aunt raised her hands and held her head, only to feel a throbbing pain in her brain.

“Father, Mother?”

Xu Lingyue was stunned and at a loss for words, her clear and beautiful face covered in trepidation.

“Mother!”

Za two rushing to grab Xu Suoyin, see the mother face pain, quickly jumped up from the car, pounced on the aunt.

The aunt stifled a grunt and knocked her out.

“Mother’s dead. Mother’s dead.”

Xu Lingyin wailed.

At that moment, Uncle Xu recovered from his splitting headache, and he gasped for air, his face as white as paper, and muttered:

“No, no, no.”

Zhang Shen’s brows furrowed as he glanced at his unconscious aunt, then at Uncle Xu Er, and tried, “Lord Xu, what are you?”

Uncle Xu simply ignored him, not even looking at his unconscious wife, as he leapt onto his horse, jerked the whip, and left in a cloud of dust.

Zhang Shen stared blankly at his distant back, and in his mind was Xu Pingzhi’s face as he left, both fuming and sad, both sad and desperate.

Capital.

High in the air, Xu Qi’an was about to ride the Spirit Dragon back to the city when, in the next moment, the world in front of him suddenly lost its color.

It’s like a picture from a black and white TV set.

The five senses were blinded, and the martial artist’s intuition of danger was clouded, a state that returned to normal in just less than a second.

Xu Qi’an slowly lowered his head and saw a golden nail that was stuck in his chest.

The surface of the nail was inscribed with Buddhist texts, and it easily pierced through Vajra Divine Power’s physique, piercing through the pitch-black skin.

“Uhhhhhh.”

He heard a hiss of pain, and couldn’t tell if it was his own voice or Shinshu’s.

“Don’t scream, it’s only the first one.”

A gentle voice came from the warlock in white, appearing in front of Xu Qi’an, his fingertips holding eight golden nails.

The white-robed warlock twisted a nail and slapped it toward Xu Qi’an’s head.

Psst!

The nail was driven into the Bacchus point.

Shenshu’s miserable screams stopped in the summer, his pitch-black skin returned to its normal complexion, and the light of the Vajra Divine Power collapsed.

Xu Qi’an’s aura plummeted, becoming just like an ordinary person.