“A deal is a deal.”
There was no need to hesitate about what to choose, the Golden Wolf Khan King agreed to a ten-year truce.
Being able to act as a king, he was by no means lacking in reason, and besides, this move was also extremely beneficial to his side, so there was no reason for the Golden Wolf Khan King not to agree.
“In that case ——”
The three huge palms of righteousness that were suppressing Agogo as well as clamping down on the Red Sun Dharma King dispersed, turning into the surviving Vast Righteousness that merged into the cloud of righteousness beside Meng Shanhehua.
“Two, let’s leave.”
The Red Sun Dharma King could not wait to turn into a blazing sun and fly away; Meng Shanhe’s terror was truly frightening to him.
Agogo would have liked to continue to challenge for breath, but when he looked at the endless Hao Rang Qi that filled the sky above the Imperial City, he had to give up on the idea.
How much of the white palm could he turn into this? He couldn’t even hold on to one, let alone so many.
“Boom…”
With an ear-piercing sound, Agogo crashed straight through the sound barrier and departed in the same way.
‘It’s done.’ The big game would finally be settled, and Xin Wen had an indescribable sense of joy and achievement in his heart.
This great battle could be said to have been predicted by the Great Zen Temple from beginning to end. Abbot Xin Yuan had projected countless times long ago, and despite the fact that the forces involved were all huge and karmically entangled, Abbot Xin Yuan had found the optimal solution.
Whether it was Feng Tianming’s defection from the battlefield, or Liu Sheng Zong Yan’s slashing of the dragon veins, or even the sacrifice of the two old monks at the end, it was all in the plan.
The Northern Zhou Emperor Feng Tianming wanted to use the Zen Sect to control the Confucian Sect, but he was afraid that the Zen Sect would grow too big to maintain the balance. But how could the Zen Sect not be afraid that Feng Tianming would cross the river and tear down the bridge?
After all, based on Feng Tianming’s performance so far, this man is extremely gambling and has a strong desire to control. As long as there are enough benefits, he would dare to take a risk.
So ——
The Northern Zhou would be better off with a new emperor.
The dragon line was cut off, and Feng Tianming was at that time the master of the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Formation, and his connection with the dragon line had reached an unprecedented level, so this was the right moment to hit him hard.
It was for this reason that although Xin Wen had already known that the dragon veins would be decimated, he did not have the slightest intention to warn him.
This time Feng Tianming has suffered a serious injury and will only live for three to four years at most, and this is just to prolong his life, he no longer has the strength to be involved in the government.
But now that the position of Crown Prince of Northern Zhou is up in the air, Feng Tianming cannot directly pa*s on the throne. With his lust for power, he is not willing to pa*s on the throne either. Nine times out of ten, Feng Tianming will hold on to the throne until the day he dies.
These three or four years are enough time for the Zen Sect to develop and support an imperial son who is close to Buddhism and to the Zen Sect. Only when this prince ascended the throne would the Zen Sect truly have Northern Zhou in its pocket.
“Is Your Majesty well?” Meng Shanhe’s incarnation transmitted a voice over the Imperial City.
“His Majesty is seriously injured and unconscious, so please ask Lord Meng Shanhe to come and take a look.”
Feng Mingxiao’s voice, too, revealed weakness. Earlier, the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Formation that she had used to protect the imperial city had caused her to suffer from a serious injury as well, and she was now also holding on strongly.
“My poor monk’s uncle, Ling Mun, is the head of the Great Zen Temple’s Medicine King’s Courtyard, and his medical skills are unparalleled in this sect, so he can also treat Your Majesty.” Xin Wen also stepped forward, bracing himself for his serious injuries.
That slash had almost cut Xin Wen in two, so how could he heal so quickly? Now Xin Wen was just holding on to his broken body.
Lingmen also said, “Amitabha Buddha, the old line may be able to give it a try ——”
Lingmen’s pupils suddenly tightened, “Master nephew be careful!”
Too late, a black shadow flickered away, coming and going without a trace, as if it were an illusion. However, what was left on Xinwen’s body was proof that it was not an illusion, and it was impossible for a Tong Shen realm powerhouse to have an illusion.
“This ——” Xin Wen looked incredulously at the long, white sword stuck in his chest, “How is this possible, Senior Brother Xin Yuan did not project this ——”
At this point, the thought in Xinwen’s mind was that it was still Xin Yuan’s projection that had gone wrong.
“Absolute life sword.” The knowledgeable Spirit Gate called out the name of the sword that was stuck in Xinwen’s chest.
The sword was pale and white, made of pure white bone, with a spine-like pattern on the spine and a small skull set in the grill, extremely eerie.
“The Sword of Destruction of the Hall of Destruction? It seems that the poor monk will not escape death after all today.” Xin Wen was also a high priest, and after an initial shock, he accepted what had happened to him with great relief.
It was made from the bones of an entire God-Realm powerhouse, and collected the resentment and death aura of the dead God-Realm powerhouse, making it one of the few weapons that could harm a God-Realm powerhouse with the power of the weapon.
What’s more, it was just stabbed into Xinwen’s chest by a Tong Shen Realm a*sa*sin himself.
The Sword of Destruction was a one-time weapon that could kill a God-Realm a*sa*sin, and the resentment and death aura attached to the sword would be dispersed, making it a real one-time weapon against God-Realm a*sa*sins.
“Senior Nephew Xinwen!”
Spirit Gate hurriedly ran to heal Xinwen’s wounds, but this time, the Pill Master’s Glazed True Qi lost its previous divine effect, and as he watched the deadly Qi spread, Spirit Gate was still unable to do anything.
Xin Wen was already badly injured and had just been brought back from the brink of death, his vitality was greatly injured and now he was attacked by the Sword of Destruction.
Although the Sword of Despair was not as fierce as the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’, it was a disposable item that exploded all the resentment and death Qi within the sword in one fell swoop, the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’ would not be used so extravagantly.
“Senior brother.”
“Senior Brother.”
The remaining two monks, Xin Zhu and Xin Zhou, also hurried over and shouted in pathos.
However, just as they went over, Xin Wen was already dead.
It was a quick death, the Jedi Sword lived up to its name of Jedi, Jedi was quick enough.
Xin Wen, the monk, had escaped two deaths, but still had not escaped this third one.
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The scene before the Imperial City fell into Qing Yu’s eyes.
At this time, Qing Yu’s body rarely trembled, but it was not trembling, but ——
The trembling of excitement ah.
“My chance, finally, has come.” Qing Yu could not easily resist the urge to laugh out loud and grit his teeth.
The throne of Northern Zhou, Qing Yu had planned to push Feng Jiu to this position a long time ago. As long as Feng Jiu could ascend to the throne, then Qing Yu, as Feng Jiu’s robber master, would naturally be in control of the country of Northern Zhou.
However, there was one problem before that, and that was that Feng Tianming, as a True Dan realm martial artist, had a life span of three hundred years, and there was no telling how many years he would have to wait until he abdicated the throne normally.
Originally, Qing Yu had planned to at least reach the True Dan realm and then, at the right time, strike to a*sa*sinate Feng Tian Ming before pushing Feng Jiu to the throne. But unexpectedly, before Qing Yu could kill Feng Tianming, Feng Tianming was about to die.
This is truly a golden opportunity.
Qing Yu can’t wait any longer.