King Qi is the only high-ranking cultivator among the Li royal family. He is also in charge of the Suzaku Formation and has always been prestigious.

If he had a choice, the prince would definitely not dare to provoke Prince Qi's residence, but at this moment, the situation dictated that he could only risk his life and put his own life on the gambling table.

"Uncle Wang, what do you think is the general situation in the world today?"

King Qi frowned, stared at the prince, and said after a moment: "What does the world have to do with you today?"

The prince was choked by King Qi's words. After a long time, Fang said: "My nephew is in the East Palace. How come it has nothing to do with me?"

King Qi asked: "What exactly do you want to do?"

The prince said: "My father acted absurdly, and the country fell into the hands of An Ni..."

King Qi interrupted: "Do you want to rise to power?"

It was so straightforward that the prince was speechless for a moment. He thought about his words and said: "I hope my uncle will think of the world..."

King Qi nodded and said: "Well, you are worthy of being the son of my Li family..."

The prince said: "If you come here today, you will be at the disposal of your uncle. You can kill or behead him as much as you like."

Prince Qi said: "Since you are at my disposal, why have you brought so many masters? There are five Nascent Souls around my house, right? Not to mention the hundreds of guests from the prince you have brought."

The prince said: "They are concerned about Gu's safety..."

King Qi said: "In my Prince Qi's house, people who are not familiar with music are not allowed to enter. You guests, please let them go."

The prince hesitated and said: "Uncle!"

King Qi shook his head: "I can't break my rules, let them end."

One of the guests behind the crown prince came out and said, "I am Jiangling Ji Changsheng. I know a thing or two about the art of playing drums and harps. Please give me some advice from King Qi!"

King Qi nodded: "Drum it."

The most common thing in Prince Qi's house were various musical instruments. Ji Changsheng took off a five-stringed qin from the wall, placed it on his knees, and linked his fingers together, making a tinkling sound like a heavy rain.

When Ji Changsheng made half a cup of tea, King Qi shook his head: "Pretend, that's bullshit!" He held the wooden weight in his hand and smacked it against the tables. There was a "pop" sound, hitting the connection between the front and back sounds.

Ji Changsheng felt the sea of ​​Qi churning. He couldn't collect the previous breath of Qi, and it couldn't circulate anymore. It was blocked in his meridians and couldn't be continued. His face instantly turned red, and he was sweating profusely. He fell down clutching his heart.

On the ground.

Another person came out and said: "I am Fengxiang playing the sword and harp. There is something to behold in both the harp and the sword!"

As he spoke, his hands were like hooks, and he fired the sword light against the six or seven guqin hanging on the wall. The sword light was small, precise, and perfectly connected, just like six or seven luthiers playing the piano at the same time. The sounds of each part were clear and distinct, but they worked together seamlessly.

King Qi praised: "It took a lot of thought, but the music emphasizes the artistic conception, not the tricks? I won't take it if it's flashy and unrealistic."

He picked up a golden fou and punched it twice in the air. You Jianqin suddenly spat out blood. He collapsed and saw that he was dead.

Another person came out of the hall and said: "The grandsons of Zhucheng will be vigilant. Please knock down and ask King Qi for advice!"

King Qi nodded: "Please!"

Sun Bizhen used his hand to knead the magic formula and played a golden armor talisman. A golden armored general appeared in the talisman. The general held a gold plaque with three big characters "Li Longfan" gleaming on it.

Then he saw the golden-armored god general shouting: "Who is Li Longfan? Follow me for a walk!"

King Qi frowned: "Although the technique is miraculous, today is a test of the rhythm. Is it because I didn't explain it clearly, or did you, Sun Bizhen, not hear it clearly?" He stretched out his hand and a flute flew up. He put it to his mouth and held the tune gently.

When the flute was blown out, the golden-armored god turned into a fierce ghost and rolled into a dark cloud amid the shrill screams.

King Qi sneered: "How dare you come to Chang'an to deceive the master even if you are an evil heretic?"

Dark Cloud tried to escape, but King Qi opened his mouth and spit it out. The onlookers couldn't hear the sound, but Sun Bizhen's face wrinkled, aged rapidly, and shattered into blood mist with a loud explosion.

At the time of the stick of incense, one of the prince's guests was dead and two were injured. Needless to say, the two injured were also seriously injured and difficult to save. But the group of dead soldiers behind the prince didn't even frown. The one in front was dead, and the one behind was dead.

came up in response.

"The Marquis of Wu from Jiangdong is willing to strike the fou for King Qi..."

"You know the music well, but the fou is soft when you hit it!"

"Ryukyu Han Guoyu, please play the flute for King Qi..."

"It's a foreign style, but it's a pity that the skills are not perfect!"

One by one, they stepped forward and died generously. The prince closed his eyes for a long time, unable to bear it in his heart, and took a deep breath: "I have not been able to give advice from my uncle for a long time. I would like to play a song today."

All the dead soldiers knelt down in darkness and said in unison: "Prince, please grant me your permission!"

With tears in his eyes, the prince bowed to his side. When someone came forward, he knelt down and worshiped the other person: "How polite!"

When he reached the nineteenth person, King Qi couldn't kill him anymore and sighed: "What's the point of this?"

The prince said: "In order to save the world, I have no choice but to do this. Please ask your uncle to help you."

From the 19th person onwards, King Qi never killed anyone again, but only seriously injured people. The prince fell on the ground and cried beside him. Every time someone was injured, he bowed to King Qi for not killing.

The three princes of Lishui gathered around Prince Qi's residence and were on high alert for any movement in the palace. Prince Qi had been unable to use his hands to activate the Suzaku Formation. This was the greatest good news.

"How many died?"

"The eighteenth..."

"What's the number?"

"Nineteen...this one is not dead!"

"Oh? Can't kill anymore?"

"You must have softened your heart..."

While the three kings were discussing, Kusang Taoist Shi Shiran came out from his hiding place and said to them: "No more killing, this level is over."

Sanniangzi said: "It's better to keep a close eye and go back quickly. If anything happens, you will be responsible for your death."

Taoist Kusang licked his lips boredly: "Okay, I'll go to Tang Shisan's place."

Just as he was talking, the sound of horse hoofs rumbled, and the Nanwu Army Cavalry Camp composed of two hundred one-horned horses headed towards the palace. Behind the horse team was a large group of three hundred Jindan and Foundation-Building monks, who were preparing to seize the palace.

internal military strength.

In addition to the Nanwu Army, five hundred Longwu Army also entered the palace from Xuanwu Gate. Their target was the Linde Hall to the north of Taiye Pond.

Chen Xuanli had already come out of Qinghui Pavilion and personally persuaded the two Qianniu Guards to surrender.

However, the two men knew that they were outnumbered, but they insisted on fulfilling their duties and never let a single Longwu army enter. Later, one of them whispered: "General, please forgive me. It is not because we deliberately made things difficult. It is because His Highness King Qi has already

If you are told, you must persist until the end of the dance."

Chen Xuanli asked doubtfully: "So, King Qi has been prepared?"

Qianniu Beishen said: "I don't know, but since there is such an order, no matter what, we Qianniu Guards must stick to it."

The Longwu Army was blocked in front of the Linde Hall in the north, and the Southern Wu Army was stopped in front of the Xuanhui Hall for the same reason. King Qi asked each army to hold on until the end of the dance.

In this case, Gu Zuo, who was full of doubts, ordered the army to wait. If they were not allowed to enter after the dance, it would not be too late to attack the gate then.

At this moment, the dance of colorful clothes and feathers performed by the imperial concubine in person has reached its ninth transformation. It is still very early before it is finally completed, but when Gu Zuo watched it intently, he always felt that something was wrong.

When the ninth change was about to be completed, he finally knew where the problem lay.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder in the sky, and a ring of lightning flashed in the depths!
Chapter completed!