Suddenly, all the things that happened during this period flashed through the flash of white horses in front of him. In just a few seconds, Xiao Qianye was shocked by his thoughts and broke out in a cold sweat - what was going on? Which side was colluding with the enemy, treason and colluding with the Uighur Khan? Is it the Prince of the Virtue trying to get involved in the military power of Anxi, or is it a shocking scam directed and acted by Prime Minister Guo?

Dunhuang is Guo Youan's sphere of influence. He could not have been unaware of the Demon Cult holding a ritual in the city. Even Lei Gongmo openly became a local emperor in such a fortress, but it was not possible to cause trouble. There must be a larger protective umbrella behind it. From Wen Zhaoqin being framed, to Lei Gongmo taking power, and then to the infiltration of the Demon Cult forces, the Uighur Khan secretly wrote, all this behavior of concealing the world is more like an invisible hand covering secretly, and the owner of this hand is not the Prince of Virtue, but Guo Youan!

Oops! Xiao Qianye suddenly bit his lip. No wonder Sangqi said that Lei Gongmo was just secretly controlled and did not make any statement. No wonder Guo Youan did not make a big fuss about such a big deal of colluding with the enemy and selling the country. He clearly noticed it, but he still released the spy he had finally caught back to the mountain because he was not familiar with the political situation in the Central Plains. He even cleaned up the snake and let Guo Youan know in advance that Dunhuang was exposed. He was able to speed up the assassination of Prince Xian at all costs. He had to eradicate this only check and balance so that he could completely control the emperor to control the princes, right?

Xiao Qianye took a breath of cold air, lifted his sword and wanted to go back to find Yun Xiao immediately. The moment he stepped into the backyard, the flying bamboo leaves suddenly floated strangely in the air. Silver crows stood on the eaves, and hundreds of crows transformed by magic looked towards the bamboo forest as if they were facing a great enemy. Suddenly, the wet air was filled with blood. An unprecedented pressure penetrated the wind and rushed towards the wind. Several police officers

Looking out of the courtyard with caution, a low chant came from deeper places, deep and compassionate, like Buddhist Sanskrit, and with tempting bewitching. In the thick fog, a strange voice that looked like a man and a woman giggled and asked from afar: "The prince believes in Buddhism? That is like a sympathy with the Prime Minister. Why not ask the Buddha I entrust, maybe you can help you escape the death disaster tonight?"

Prince Xian stood proudly, and replied without fear, "Has the Prime Minister also started to cram the Buddha temporarily? I wonder which big Buddha he believed in?"

The voice continued to come. The first half was a male voice, and the second half was a female voice: "The Liuyuding originally did not want to interfere with the grievances of the Central Plains, but this time..."

He stopped and did not finish speaking. He smiled and proudly said. Prince Xian sneered and sighed softly, and replied jokingly: "What this time? Is there too much money this time?"

The visitor not only did not hide it, but instead praised it: "It is worthy of being the prince. As expected, I know a lot. The Prime Minister not only paid 10,000 'shops' in a generous manner, but also gave an additional 1,000 'cong', which really makes people feel unforgettable."

Prince Xian's expression darkened, Zhu and Cong, people came and went to the mountains and seas to gather?!

"Prince, be careful!" Yin Crow half-squatted on the eaves to remind him sternly. Prince Xian closed his eyes slightly. It was the first time he saw the other party's face as pale as paper. The blue piccolo that was rotating easily in his hands was tightly pinched in the palm of his palm. The blue veins on the back of his hand could be clearly seen from the tension between a long distance.

Xiao Qianye covered his chest, and the fire was making a repulsive sound! The ordinary people could not see the strange changes in the bamboo forest. When their eyes adapted to the light around them, countless tombstones appeared silently in the thick mist. Snow-white prayer flags were flying quietly in the night wind, as if some kind of soul-suming spell. The scene was desolate and terrifying. The dead spirits who were originally sleeping in the middle of the bamboo flew out one after another, silently fusing with the bones drilled out of the tomb. With the low singing sound, it seemed that a big Buddha showed a blurry outline.

Xiao Qianye endured the cough that was almost unstoppable, and did not dare to move his eyes away from the big Buddha standing among the dead. It is said that the thoughts of gods and demons were originally born from the same root. Therefore, the heavenly fire in the divine realm created by the Emperor of Heaven will instinctively repel the things contaminated with demonic energy. At this moment, he clearly felt this repulsion, like thin needles piercing every inch of blood and flesh in his body. What made him even more difficult to control was the drop of black dragon blood that was mixed in. It was awakening and boiling little by little in the murmur of Sanskrit!

At the same time, dense cold sweat oozed out of the Yin Crow's forehead, and found that the undead in the bamboo forest had quietly broken free from his control. After relying on the white bones, the undead who were killed and forced to control by him showed fierce and hateful eyes for the first time. The pair of evil eyes flashed in the darkness, and the mechanical bones appeared in the ears. The white bones twisted their stiff bodies and approached towards the backyard step by step. The crow let out a trembling and sad wailing, hovering over the temple, and was gradually disintegrating by invisible forces.

Silver Crow made a quick move, and the piccolo blew up sharp notes to try to condense the crow's form again. The seemingly stiff white bone movement was so fast that it was incredible. At the critical moment, a jumped onto the eaves and rushed to the front of Silver Crow. Although the head was also a bone, Silver Crow seemed to be lost. He saw a strange smile. In the moment of distracting, the white bone broke his sternum and stabbed him hard as a weapon!

He didn't have time to dodge, just before the bone spur was about to penetrate his chest, a sharper white sword energy swept across, and the eaves he stood on was chopping into two pieces! He could not allow him to breathe at all. At the moment of escape, the silver crow immediately adjusted his balance and fell back to the yard. He subconsciously looked at the man beside him who helped him. The man was motionless, but the gesture of holding the sword was turning accurately towards different angles. The sword energy was hit by the white rainbow from the snow-colored sword body while he paused. Soon the first batch of white bones trying to break in were crushed into powder. The big Buddha in the distance flashed slightly, which was a mysterious black and purple mist light, which showed amazing pressure through the thick mist.

After a short round of fights, waiting for the three of them to come back to their senses, the backyard seemed to have become a special space with weightlessness. Silver Crow quickly grabbed the floating prince, but his body felt completely opposite, as if there was an endless black hole under his feet swallowing everything!

Xiao Qianye held his breath and concentrated his mind. The sword technique was transformed into sword technique. The six-style light light shattered the strange magic in front of him. With a click, his feet stepped onto the ground again. Ye Feng also stroked the enemy's voice through the mouth of the Buddha. The sound was extremely penetrating, causing the entire Liuyun Temple to shake the earthquake: "The prince has hired a new helper again? It's really a waste of money, which is enviable."

Xiao Qianye stood in front of the two. Although he did not feel that the Prince of the Virtue who had traded with the Demon Cult to buy the Reincarnation Reveal was a kind person, he had a strong intuition in the dark, and Guo Youan would be even more dangerous. If Prince of the Virtue died here, then the Central Plains, which had finally recovered from the prosperity, would fall into an unexpected disaster! He could not judge what the great Buddha in front of him was. He could only guess from the violent repulsion reaction of the fire that it should be some kind of powerful monster. The other party's voice hesitated and stopped. The Buddha's eyes suddenly opened and looked at him, and his tone suddenly showed a sharp murderous aura: "The arrogance of the gods... who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, the enemy hidden in the fog finally couldn't help but jump out like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he smashed the magic barrier outside the backyard and stood in front of Xiao Qianye in a blink of an eye. He was a man, or perhaps a woman. Although he was wearing a cassock, his gorgeous jewelry exuded a radiant color under the night sky. He stared at his chest and finally showed a trace of shock in his eyes: "What is that? How could you carry the arrogance of the gods?"

Xiao Qianye took a step back, his face slightly darkened, as if he was stinged by something he didn't want to mention. Likong Jian made a move without hesitation to force the enemy back to the courtyard. The theory of the Six Realms is illusory, and even in most cultural legends, it is regarded as a fantasy myth. Why can anyone so accurately recognize that the fire he carries is from the divine realm?

The enemy's vigilant steps did not continue to approach, and his eyes quickly shifted from the light of the light of the light in his chest to look at Likong Sword. The sword spirit's sword's divine power, which belonged to the upper heaven, filled the cracks and gaps like a trickle, as if he realized something. He stepped backwards to the depths of the bamboo forest step by step, and quickly covered up his journey with the rain and fog. He laughed: "With such a powerful helper, it seems that Prince Xian should not die tonight, so let the prince be free for a few more days, and wait for me to invite the real body of the Demon Buddha to send the prince on his way."

The sound was erratic than the other, and the words were farther away from each other. As the tail sound dissipated, the countless tombstones and snow-white prayer flags that had appeared silently before were melting into the air like water vapor. Soon the bamboo forest returned to calm. The silver crow immediately rushed up to check, and saw that the ground was covered with white bones. The dead spirits he raised in the bamboo had disappeared. Turning his head to look at the eaves, the frightened crows circling for a long time and dared not land. The sounds of sad sounds echoed above Liuyun Temple, making the atmosphere even more terrifying.

Yin Za turned around and reported, with a faint trembling in his tone: "Prince, the man has left."

Prince Xian did not blame him for his mistake this time, but nodded gently. Thinking of the incredible words that the unknown person said, he became more interested in the young people around him.
Chapter completed!