Kapitel 14: Chapter 14
Chapter 14: Meeting with Master Demon
In front of the test stage, the masters of various sects and the royal family were arguing over Lu Jiajing's matter. The leaders insisted on having sex today to announce the orthodoxy of Yin-Yang Taoism to the world, while the other sect believed that women could not have sex. Besides, Ji Chanxi was a virgin, so she was asked to take off her clothes in public and wear a fake tool to break Lu Jiajing's body, but she absolutely refused.
An old man with a red mole on his forehead said, "Palace Master Lu has served the dynasty for a hundred years, working hard and achieving great accomplishments. He has always been safe and sound. Why is the temple so aggressive now?"
Several royal envoys looked strange. One of them, a square-faced, round-eared official wearing a python robe, said in a deep voice, "There are some inside stories, but it is not convenient to make them public for the time being."
"So what should we do today? Is the end of this trial meeting going to be laughed at by the world?"
"Or try to persuade Ji Chanxi to use a fake penis for intercourse." The speaker was the deputy master of the Fuxue Temple. The master of the Fuxue Temple was the princess of the Dynasty. At this time, the princess was traveling around the world, so his words were extremely prestigious.
But someone said angrily, "Don't even think about it."
The speaker was Ji Yitian: "If Chan'er were to do such a thing, our Yin Yang Pavilion would never agree to it."
There was silence for a moment. Ji Yitian's status and cultivation were among the best in the world, and even the master of the temple had to be cautious.
Suddenly someone smiled and shook his head and said, "The Pavilion Master really gave birth to a good daughter. Her skills are amazing and I admire her."
Who dares to be so bold?
Ji Yitian looked at that person, his expression changed slightly.
The man stood at an angle, holding a narrow sword in his arms, with a sword spirit flowing out of him.
Both the sword and the knife are considered unorthodox, but there are still many warriors who practice swords, but only a few have achieved great success.
The man who used the knife was the most famous among them, Xuechaodao Yang Jun.
But no one looked down on him. He had no sect or school, but he once went to the Northern Territory alone and killed a great monster, becoming famous overnight.
Ji Yitian snorted coldly: "What do you think?"
Yang Jun smiled and said, "Why not nominate one person from the royal family and one person from each of the major sects. Let the two fight again, and the winner can get Palace Master Lu's virginity."
The forces of the royal family looked a little unhappy. As everyone knows, the royal bloodlines in the world have one thing in common, which is that they are born with great difficulty in cultivation.
How can one compete with the talented disciples from various major sects?
The atmosphere was a little cold and awkward. The Fourth Prince suddenly stood up and said with a smile, "Yang Daosheng's words are biased. In terms of martial arts, we are naturally far inferior. I have some interactions with Palace Master Lu, and I know Palace Master Lu well. Why don't I go and discuss this with Palace Master Lu?"
Someone from the royal family immediately agreed, "That's great. Thank you for troubling the Third Prince."
Although this statement was made, some people still felt dissatisfied and wanted to refute it.
A cold voice flowed slowly across the field like running water.
"Don't worry, Jiajing has her own dedication."
Lu Jiajing stood still in a phoenix snow-white peony robe. She had a jade-beaded crown on her head, and her black hair fell to her waist like satin. She was dressed in a long skirt that trailed the ground. The coldness between her eyebrows transformed into the noble aura unique to the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace.
Lu Jiajing is already very beautiful in her simple green dress on weekdays, and now in her gorgeous gown, her temperament is even more beautiful than a fairy.
Everyone's eyes fell on her.
She lived in seclusion and rarely saw people. Now she stood on the wide examination platform, no matter how beautiful and luxurious she was, she still looked so lonely.
There are so many stories and legends about her that it is hard to tell whether they are true or false. In the hearts of the people of the dynasty, she is a fairy-like woman, but at this moment, the fairy has entered the mortal world.
Lu Jiajing took off her plain makeup, looking like a blooming peony.
She stood tall and graceful, and gently gathered her dark blue hair with her slender hands, as if she had scooped up a handful of clear water. This simple action made everyone hold their breath and be mesmerized by this peerless grace.
Her eyelashes were slightly drooping, her eyes were like water, and she looked even more stunning against her gorgeous dress.
She gently placed her hand on her belt, hooked her fingers around it, and gently pulled it, and the silk ribbon that bound her waist loosened, and she slowly untied the belt.
The belt fell lightly to the ground, and the gorgeous silk robe that was originally tied to it swung to the sides, revealing the light blue underwear and the white skin.
The extremely tall and plump beautiful jade peaks propped up the clothes, revealing a clear arc, like a beautiful mountain range, combined with an almost perfect curve, which made people have infinite expectations for the plump and tender breasts.
What will the Jade Peak look like, and how beautiful will the tiny bean-sized scenery on the top of the peak be?
Many people were already salivating, waiting for Lu Jiajing's next move.
Lu Jiajing looked around the room with a calm gaze.
She calmly arranged her clothes, her movements were neither hurried nor slow, but they could arouse infinite desire, making people impatient, wanting to go forward and undress the beauty, explore the secrets, and expose the scenery that had never been shown to others.
As the winner, Ji Chanxi stood not far away and watched the scene. Standing against the light, her face was submerged in shadow.
Lu Jiajing glanced at Ji Chanxi calmly, her expression was as peaceful as a lotus emerging from water.
But the calmer she was, the more charming she was, as if she could attract millions of people with just a smile.
Lu Jiajing continued to undress, she took off the white gauze covering her robe, and the belt wrapped around her arms fluttered to the ground as the wind blew.
The eyes of ordinary people were filled with anticipation and longing, while those in power narrowed their eyes with anticipation. When they thought about the next three days when they could "entertain" this charming woman, they couldn't help but feel happy.
But they still don't understand how Lu Jiajing lost her virginity.
She didn't even use her hands. She gently shook her shoulders, and her willow waist swayed slightly, and the gorgeous silk robe slipped off like water. In an instant, the whole audience was shocked. After the robe fell to the ground, she was left with only a thin, almost transparent blue singlet with a faintly visible snow-white bra underneath.
The sunlight is so bright that the single garment seems like nothing.
She loosened her skirt and her hips swayed slightly, causing her long skirt to move down a little bit.
No one dared to speak, they held their breath and watched the scene, fearing that they would miss the most exciting moment.
Lu Jiajing suddenly stopped moving. She smiled gently, and with a perfect turn of events, she quickly took off her blue dress and threw it away casually. Then she gathered her beautiful blue hair and untied her jade hairpin. Her long hair fell down and hung on her jade back, looking extremely beautiful.
She lowered her head slightly to look at the skirt that barely covered her lower body, and was about to continue shaking her hips to make it fall off.
Suddenly someone interrupted.
"That's enough!"
That was also a woman's voice.
Everyone was shocked, and after their tense mood was broken, they were inevitably a little angry.
Following the voice, the person who spoke was Ji Chanxi.
Ji Chanxi slowly walked in front of Lu Jiajing, with an overwhelming aura.
"Don't take it off, I'll take you to Jietian Tower."
Ji Chanxi herself didn't know why, but she felt heartbroken when she saw Lu Jiajing taking off her clothes in public, even though Lu Jiajing didn't show any discomfort and her movements were so skillful and natural.
But the calmer she was, the more uncomfortable Ji Chanxi felt.
"Miss Ji, I hope you won't disrupt the normal progress of the Dao Trial Conference." Someone said majestically from a high place.
Ji Chanxi said coldly: "I am the winner, I am going to Jietian Tower to get her body, do you want me to take off my clothes here for you to see?"
"I dare not, but..."
Ji Chanxi interrupted directly: "Do you have any objections?" For a moment, Ji Chanxi raised her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful face was full of anger, and murderous intent was rising.
There was silence all around.
Lu Jiajing looked at her and naturally understood her feelings. She said helplessly and sadly: "Miss Ji, you don't have to be like this."
Ji Chanxi bit her lip and said nothing. She walked to Lu Jiajing, grabbed her hand, and said resolutely: "Let's go."
Lu Jiajing was at a loss for a moment.
"I have an opinion." At this time, another voice rose from the high platform: "I hope Miss Ji will not challenge the dignity of the dynasty."
The speaker was the mysterious old man named Yao.
Ji Chanxi was merciless: "So what if I'm provoking you?"
The old man surnamed Yao remained calm, but the people around him were furious.
Lin Xuanyan, who was watching from afar on the stands, had just woken up and walked out of the cave, looking at this sudden scene and was at a loss as to what to do.
He looked at Lu Jiajing, who had taken off half of her clothes, with a heavy expression on his face, and counted lightly with his five fingers between his sleeves.
In everyone's eyes, it was a tit-for-tat confrontation between the Immortals and the Dynasty. When everyone thought that the Dynasty would make concessions, someone suddenly discovered that the figure of the old man surnamed Yao had disappeared.
Ji Yitian suddenly flew into a rage: "How dare you, Yao!"
Suddenly, the sky and earth darkened, and a long wind blew up.
The grey figure of the old man surnamed Yao was just a thin shadow in the air. He slapped out his palm and rushed towards Ji Chanxi.
Ji Chanxi suddenly turned around, her expression changed slightly, as if she was facing a great enemy.
Lu Jiajing's expression also changed drastically. She held Ji Chanxi's hand tightly and tried to pull her away.
This palm strike doesn't have much killing power, but it will bring great pain.
As a member of the royal family, the old man surnamed Yao naturally had to establish his authority for the royal family, even if that person was the daughter of the Yin Yang Pavilion.
He didn't care how others blamed him afterwards, he just needed to show his loyalty to the royal family.
Even with Ji Yitian's cultivation level, he was too late to stop it. He could see the mystery of this palm, but even so, he still didn't want Ji Chanxi to get hurt.
Lu Jiajing held her hand tightly, trying to pull her away.
But the energy had already been locked in from a distance, how could Lu Jiajing stop it with just her strength?
Everyone's faces changed. No one expected the old man surnamed Yao to attack so swiftly and mercilessly.
A hint of tenacity suddenly flashed in Lu Jiajing's eyes.
She suddenly stood in front of Ji Chanxi.
"What are you doing?" Ji Chanxi's expression changed slightly.
Lu Jiajing clapped his hands.
A mysterious palm force came out, and it seemed that a pair of yin and yang fish were swimming in front of Lu Jiajing.
The royal family and those in power were horrified.
Those who knew the inside story knew that the Qingmu Palace Master's immortal cultivation had long been abandoned, so how could she be able to slap like this?
Where did this palm come from?
Could it be that she was secretly practicing again, hoping to take revenge?
Thinking of this, everyone felt a chill down their spines. If it weren't for the old man surnamed Yao's intervention today, they would have been kept in the dark by Lu Jiajing.
But even so, it still couldn't stop him.
The power of that palm strike was not something that Lu Jiajing and Ji Chanxi could resist.
Lu Jiajing was somewhat desperate. The power she had painstakingly hidden should have made a big splash.
But now he is forced to use it before it is fully developed.
Even if it is used, it will still be of no avail.
Because the one who came was that person.
That palm arrived in an instant.
Some people couldn't bear it and closed their eyes.
There was no sound between heaven and earth.
The body of the old man surnamed Yao was actually suspended in the air.
Then, his figure retreated all the way back, returning to his original seat as if time had gone backwards.
The old man surnamed Yao stared at the man who appeared out of nowhere in the field with his eyes wide open.
A silver-haired woman stood in front of Lu Jiajing and slapped the old man surnamed Yao as well.
Her five fingers were as delicate as jade, as if they were carefully carved and could be broken with a touch.
But it was this hand that slapped the arrogant old man surnamed Yao back to square one.
The unique skills of Lost Day City are famous all over the world, but very few people have actually seen them.
According to legend, the Lost Day City was built in the cracks of time, and the geniuses who practiced there even mastered some of the secrets of time.
That was just a story.
But this palm seemed to be the best proof.
Lu Jiajing looked at the woman in black clothes and silver hair standing in front of him, sighed softly, and just said: "Thank you."
Nan Lingyin did not explain her actions too much, but said calmly to the old man surnamed Yao: "Lu Jiajing cannot be hurt, and Ji Chanxi is even more so."
The old man surnamed Yao felt humiliated after being forced back by a palm strike, and angrily said, "You from Lost Day City also want to interfere in the affairs of my Xuanyuan Dynasty?"
Nan Lingyin was obviously injured, but she quickly recovered and said calmly, "This Miss Ji's matter is also our Lost Day City's family matter."
What does it mean? What is the connection between Ji Chanxi and the fairy tower built on the sea?
Lin Xuanyan understood what Nan Lingyin said after hearing this. This undoubtedly confirmed his guess.
He looked at the field. With his ability at the moment, he could only be a spectator.
The old man surnamed Yao was unmoved and said angrily, "Anyway, this is before the temple. If it weren't for your contribution in suppressing the demons in Lost Day City, how could the Dynasty and Fuyu Island give you this kind of face?"
Nan Lingyin looked sternly: "Do you want to break off relations with our Lost Day City?"
The old man surnamed Yao did not reply. He looked at Nan Lingyin quietly, his eyes pointed at her.
Just when everyone felt they were in a dilemma, a voice slowly spread in the imperial city.
"It's a lively show."
It was a very attractive male voice. I raised my head and looked in the direction of the voice. Standing far away on the ninth floor of the building was a man in red wearing bronze armor. He was tall and slender, standing in the wind.
Even though his clothes were as red as blood, his aura was still sinister and menacing.
That is the unique aura of the demon race.
Next to him stood a little boy in yellow clothes, who was only as tall as the man in red's waist and was pulling at his sleeves, seeming to be afraid of heights.
Is it him?
Lin Xuanyan was slightly moved. On New Year's Eve, he had accidentally seen this person in red in a teahouse. At that time, he thought it was just a strange person.
I didn't expect that he was actually a member of the Northern Territory Demon Clan. He had been lurking in Chengjun City for half a year. What was he doing for?
There was a slight commotion on the scene, and disciples from various sects stood up one after another, spreading their wings like wings, urging their auras to try.
From somewhere came the sound of porcelain breaking.
With a glance, I saw the Third Prince's teacup fall to the ground. His hand still kept the stiff motion of holding the teacup, and his eyes were fixed on the yellow-clothed child beside the red-clothed man, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
The same expression appeared on the face of the old man surnamed Yao. He looked at the man in red as if he were looking at a ghost.
Who are they?
The first to speak was the Xuanmen Sect Master Xiao Sixian, "Who dares to trespass into the Imperial City?"
Suddenly, in the imperial city, there was a thunderous sound like the singing of Buddha, and the Dalu Huangzhong bells hanging at the four corners of the Qianming Palace roared, with a powerful and breathtaking sound.
The man in red slowly took off the bronze armor on his face.
That's a very neutral face.
His skin was extremely white, but his eyebrows were very thick, and his pupils were deep and gleaming. He held one hand in front of his waist with a fist and the other hand behind his back, with a half-smile on his face.
The old man surnamed Yao stood up, his body creaking.
He looked at the man, and although he said nothing, his aura was already rising.
For a moment, the whole place was in dead silence, and various battle formations were deployed one after another.
Ji Yitian looked at him deeply and said in a deep voice: "Chu Jiangming, you are still alive?"
"Chu Jiangming? He is Chu Jiangming, one of the four great demon kings of the Northern Territory?"
The old man surnamed Yao looked at the man indifferently and said, "This is the Imperial City, not the Northern Territory."
Seventy-two flying blades appeared around the head of the Ye family. He said in a cold voice, "How dare a mere demon king be so arrogant? How can I let you leave Chengjun City today?"
Chu Jiangming looked at everyone and suddenly smiled and said, "I came here today with no intention of fighting. I just wanted to give you, the Xuanyuan Royal Family, a gift."
"You bold evildoer, no matter what your intention is, you must have ulterior motives. Come, form a great light formation!"
Chu Jiangming smiled coldly and said, "If you want to attack me, I will strangle this young man next to me to death."
The boy in yellow raised his head, his eyes filled with anger.
"What kind of monster is he? What does his life or death have to do with us?"
The disciples of various sects were already filled with murderous intent, while the people of the royal family were silent, and some even clenched their fists and sweated profusely.
Ji Yitian looked at the royal family led by the Third Prince, frowned, and looked at the boy in yellow, and suddenly guessed a possibility.
Ji Yitian stared at the Third Prince and said coldly: "Could that boy be..."
Xuanyuan Lian suddenly slammed the table and stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning, he bowed to Ji Yitian and said: "Master Ji, this monster has come to the imperial city, which is an insult to our clan. No matter what this monster is planning, please kill him quickly!"
Chu Jiangming sneered and said, "The demons were born in poor mountains and bad waters, and their fate was full of misfortunes, but they still know the love of brothers. The third prince was born a human, but you still need a demon like me to explain this to you?"
Xuanyuan Lian said sternly: "How can I allow a demon like you to interfere in the affairs of my Xuanyuan Dynasty? Activate the national defense formation! If I don't kill you here today, I will be ashamed of my name Xuanyuan!"
The royal family leaders stood up one after another. They stood beside Xuanyuan Lian and made their positions clear.
The little boy in yellow was lying on the glazed green tiles of the building. He looked up at the long-lost imperial city and the man in yellow robe with an imposing manner. He said in a stunned voice, "Brother?"
There was silence.
The boy's voice should have been very soft, but Chu Jiangming deliberately amplified it, spreading it to every corner of the imperial city and into everyone's ears. He did this to make the yellow-clothed boy's presence known to the world.
He is the long-missing fourth prince, Xuanyuan An.
In the palace, a middle-aged man in casual clothes who was reviewing a letter at his desk with an extraordinary demeanor suddenly stopped writing.
His handwriting just happened to be the last stroke of the character "安" in "以安民心".
He slowly raised his head, stopped writing, and put it on the shelf.
He stood up and walked out of the palace gate.
The guards on both sides quickly stood up and followed.
When he reached the gate of Qianming Palace, he stroked his forehead and sighed silently: "I can't pretend to be blind after all."
There was already chaos in front of the trial stage.
Disciples from various sects had already formed a large formation and were ready to defend against the enemy at any time, but due to the identity of the boy in yellow, no one dared to act rashly.
Xuanyuan Lian's face turned pale. Ever since Xuanyuan An disappeared, he changed his dandy ways and began to pay attention to manners and gentlemanliness. He did that for the emperor to see. He wanted everyone to see that he was a qualified crown prince.
To this end, he even began to learn poetry, calligraphy, chess and music, and rarely visited places of entertainment.
But Xuanyuan An's recent reappearance has made him very upset.
In front of the main hall of Qianming Palace hangs four characters: "Peace in the World."
The word "An" was the emperor's favorite word. He gave it to the son of his favorite concubine and placed great hopes on him.
Xuanyuan An lived up to everyone's expectations and was dubbed a child prodigy at a young age.
He was so outstanding that the emperor even considered appointing him as the crown prince.
How could Xuanyuan Lian be willing?
What if you do the same thing for the third time?
He believed that no one could find evidence because the person who did it was too powerful and too noble to be associated with the murder.
That person was Lu Jiajing, the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace.
It was a transaction between them.
Afterwards, he did complete what Lu Jiajing asked him to do, so neither of them owed anything.
Xuanyuan Lian subconsciously looked at Lu Jiajing. He didn't understand why Xuanyuan An was still alive in this world.
Lu Jiajing looked at Xuanyuan An with a calm expression, as if he had expected this day.
That night she wanted to get rid of Xuanyuan An, but a man in red with armor appeared, and they also made a deal.
At this moment, Chu Jiangming was standing tall on the stage in a red robe, his expression was cold, he sighed: "Brothers cheat each other, brothers kill each other, your royal family is in a quagmire or a den of dragons and tigers. It has nothing to do with my Northern Territory. Today, Chu is just following orders to exchange the fourth prince of your Xuanyuan Dynasty for someone else. Is there anyone who can take charge? Come on, one of us?"
Xuanyuan Lian tried his best to calm down and asked, "Who do you want to replace?"
Chu Jiang Mingdao: "White Wood Evil."
Xuanyuan Lian frowned and said, "Demon King Bai Musha? Oh, why is your own demon king looking for someone in our Xuanyuan Dynasty?"
Chu Jiangming said calmly, "More than ten years ago, Bai Musha refused to submit to Master Yaozun, and in order to avoid being hunted down, he fled to the Xuanyuan Dynasty, swore a blood oath, served the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and became a chess piece of the dynasty. That was because Master Yaozun was busy cleaning up the remnants of the Northern Territory and had no time to manage him. Recently, the situation in the Northern Territory has gradually stabilized and tended to be unified. So he sent Chu to settle this old account."
What?
The demon king Bai Musha, who was once known for his cruelty and brutality, was hiding in the palace?
So who is Bai Musha's true identity?
The heads of various sects had different expressions and their own thoughts.
Some people close to the secular dynasty have already guessed the identity of that person, but they did not say much.
The atmosphere in the venue was extremely tense.
Nan Lingyin leaned over and picked up the clothes to put on Lu Jiajing, then looked at a certain place on the platform and sneered: "Your Xuanyuan family's family affairs are really messy. When I faced that palm strike earlier, I felt something was wrong. I didn't expect it to be like this."
The topic was directed at the old man named Yao who had unfathomable cultivation!
Many people who were in a state of confusion suddenly understood.
I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
They had always believed that the old man surnamed Yao was a rare master worshipped by the royal family.
I never thought that...
"Yao? Yao? I see. You actually changed your name to this. It's my fault that I didn't recognize you at first sight." Chu Jiangming smiled softly, "You keep saying you're slaying demons, but in the end, aren't you also protecting one of the biggest demons in the world?"
Everyone was sweating coldly, in a dilemma.
The sect leaders exchanged glances, and they all saw murderous intent in each other's eyes.
They have no right to interfere in the affairs of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, but since the demon king is in the city, he must be killed.
The burly figure of the old man surnamed Yao inexplicably shrank a few centimeters. He sighed softly and said, "I am no longer called Bai Musha. My name now is Yao Zhan. The assassin worshipped by the Xuanyuan royal family, Yao Zhan."
There was silence all around. Suddenly someone clapped his hands and laughed.
"Okay... okay, Mr. Yao. Since you have said this, the Xuanyuan family will definitely not abandon you. And this monster dares to be so rampant in the imperial city, it must be killed here." A middle-aged man wearing a five-clawed dragon robe walked out of the palace surrounded by guards. He was calm and dignified.
The people present, whether they were high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen, all knelt down and shouted "Your Majesty".
The immortals who practice Taoism on the mountain can see that the emperor does not kneel.
Chu Jiangming narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Xuanyuan Yi, you finally showed up."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Jiangming's expression changed.
He glanced at his feet, and the boy in yellow had disappeared without a trace.
The atmosphere around him has been muddied to the point where it is hard to gauge its depth.
It was as if a large formation had been opened invisibly, and the surrounding space had changed position.
That is naturally the national defense formation.
But even the Xuanyuan Dynasty's famous national defense formation could never steal a person away from him.
Could it be that he is the legendary peerless master who lives deep in the palace and never leaves?
Without knowing why, Xuanyuan An appeared in front of the emperor.
Xuanyuan Yi sighed deeply.
He touched the boy's forehead, but the boy subconsciously avoided it.
Relatively silent.
Xuanyuan Yi sighed: "An'er, I am ashamed of you."
Xuanyuan An finally moved closer to him, but his expression was still reserved.
The supreme being patted his shoulder, then turned to look at the demon king Chu Jiangming on the Jietian Tower.
The voice is majestic.
"Kill without mercy!"
There is a great righteousness between heaven and earth.
Without the threat of the Fourth Prince, the leaders of the various sects no longer had any scruples about slaying the demon.
It is inherently difficult for monsters in the Northern Territory to cultivate. In their realm, the state of transformation is almost the pinnacle of cultivation. According to legend, no monster can reach the state of sainthood.
However, the demon race is naturally strong, and when fighting against humans of the same realm, they are generally one or two realms stronger than humans.
But God does not favor the demons.
How big a wave can a race with the Transformation Realm as its pinnacle create?
Even though Chu Jiangming's Transformation Realm is stronger than that of the human race's Transformation Realm masters.
But what can we do?
Now in the imperial city, the righteousness was overwhelming, and all the energy surrounded him tightly.
Where can you escape?
Xiao Sixian took the lead and leaped into the air to confront Chu Jiangming.
"You are a demon king of the Northern Territory. You are not in your demon territory, but you dare to come to the human world to seek death. Let Xiao's Xuanmen Qingzi Qi experience the power of the demon race."
The other clan leaders all agreed, "It is our duty to slay demons and monsters. If we delay, something bad will happen. Let's attack together and kill him quickly. No matter how strong his body is, what can we do?"
The others all nodded in agreement.
The disciples who came here were all the best in the sect, and they were very skilled in forming and changing formations.
There are many large arrays scattered throughout the city.
Everyone's brows were filled with confidence.
Although surrounded by people, Chu Jiangming remained calm, without any panic that his end was near.
Xuanyuan Yi looked at him, equally calm, but with the natural bearing of an emperor, he was majestic without even getting angry.
A eunuch beside him took a step forward, and a crack appeared on the ground.
He is also a master worshipped by the royal family, named Zhao Duanshan.
His physique was as strong as a diamond. It was said that he once chased a Tu tribe monster for thousands of miles and even drilled through more than ten mountain ranges without losing any skin or flesh. In the end, he smashed the monster to death in Xiankong Mountain, and most of Xiankong Mountain collapsed.
He has tempered his body and refined his spirit for a hundred years, and is even better than the demons.
He stood in front of Xuanyuan Yi, his strength soaring, his muscles bursting out of his clothes, with faint golden lines.
He looked at Chu Jiangming and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"What do you think you can rely on? The thirteen gates of Chengjun City are thirteen passes. Each gate is guarded by a golden ghost general of Zhen State."
Then his voice slowly faded away.
A faint golden shadow actually appeared above the thirteen city gates.
As majestic as the real thing.
Some of the golden ghosts hold two swords, some carry axes on their shoulders, some have three heads and six arms and look ferocious, and some have faces as thin as ascetics with their hands folded together. The thirteen ghosts have different expressions, but each has its own mysterious Taoist method.
Zhao Duanshan clenched his fists, his expression cold.
This time, the royal family's assets were exposed, not only to subdue the demon king, but also to warn the gods and forces who had evil intentions to think for themselves.
"Chengjun City is a cage. No matter how great a Golden Immortal you are, you cannot cross it. The formation has been activated. Today we will..."
Suddenly, Zhao Duanshan's voice stopped abruptly.
He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the north of the city gate, his expression extremely shocked.
Everyone looked north together, their expressions shocked.
It rose up like a small mountain. The golden ghost general with a tortoise shell on his back and two hammers in his hands suddenly cracked like porcelain. Golden light fell from the sky like falling snow. The ghost general kept swinging his two hammers, and screams and shouts resounded throughout the imperial city.
It was as if some force suddenly struck.
The first golden ghost general suddenly shattered, and beams of golden light emerged from the cracks, illuminating the imperial city.
The sky above the city also seemed to have changed color. It was clear just now, but now dark clouds were rolling in, and a heavy rain was about to fall.
Everyone felt as if they were on an island, their spiritual hearts were about to fall.
Chu Jiangming had already knelt on one knee, bowing his head and clasping his fists towards a certain point in the void.
His expression was respectful.
"Greetings to Master Demon."
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