At that moment, the prince's mind went blank for a moment. He only felt that the sword light in front of him was pointing directly at him. He was not such a lack of decision-making person. He had also experienced several attacks and killings, and he was still able to maintain his composure.

So calm, there was even an anecdote that he was attacked and killed outside, and he was fighting with the guards outside, but he could still drink by himself.

But this time, perhaps because of the attack on his own human destiny, cracks appeared.

Or maybe it was because the angry cry to kill the thief shocked his state of mind.

For a moment, my mind went blank, and there was no reaction at all when faced with the falling sword light. Only my own human destiny was whirling and whistling, suddenly blocking this sword-like destiny at the cost of spending several times my luck.

The horizontal strike directly caused it to make a crisp sound and then was annihilated. Compared with the human emperor's countless years of accumulation, this sword light was as weak as a mantis' arm acting as a chariot.

Under the leadership of the Human Emperor, there are tens of millions of human beings, three million cavalry, and countless common people in the vast nine states.

At best, this luck is only the number of cavalry in an army.

How is it different from a mantis acting like a chariot?

But despite being so weak and obviously not strong, for some unknown reason, it brought the prince a far more frightening and pure fear than the huge luck of the princes, or even the beam of luck of his father.

It was not [quantitative], but [qualitative], which made his pupils shrink violently, and the sword once had a ray of edge left, and it still fell on the prince. On the gorgeous clothes, it was faintly visible.

Bleeding stains.

My heart palpitated for a long time, and I was dead silent for a long time.

The guards in heavy armor around him subconsciously held their breath and lowered their heads, not daring to look.

The prince's breathing was heavy. After a long time, he said: "Everyone, step back..."

"Check it for me! Check it carefully!"

"There must be a traitor in Zhongzhou, go and investigate!"

"check!!!"

When the voice reached the back, it was finally a bit of suppressed anger and growling.

And the lingering fear.

Many attendants and guards saluted in unison, and then fled here as if escaping from the oppressive and lifeless atmosphere in the courtyard. After a long time, the prince stood up and felt that the Chinese clothes behind his back were soaked. He changed his clothes again, drank tea and concentrated.

It was difficult to stabilize my emotions. I felt as if my palms were trembling, and I had a panicky feeling. My luck seemed to have been cut off from being so complete and pure.

Those who practice Qi Luck attach great importance to the degree of Qi Luck itself.

What it says is that when times come and go, heaven and earth all work together, and heroes are not free when fate comes.

I don't know how many percent of my luck has been cut off, it's like losing something extremely precious, I can't help but feel panicked.

After a long time, he calmed down and said: "Go and collect "Ode to the Dapeng" immediately. Whether you bought it or snatched it, bring it back to me. After bringing it back, immediately set off back to Beijing.

Something is wrong here, very wrong.”

The prince murmured to himself, and after giving instructions to his subordinates, he thought for a long time and decided to change his mind.

He no longer planned to slowly test Qiong Yu's siblings as he had planned before, nor did he plan to use any means to crush Qiong Yu's backhand as easily as the pressure from all sides was peeling off cocoons. Instead, he decided to go immediately and use force to suppress

They go back!

Thinking of this, he stood up suddenly.

Put the tea cup aside.

He strode towards the door.

But when he just walked out of the door, he hesitated. If he was too hasty, Qiong Yu might notice something and make himself passive. So he slowly exhaled a breath, thought for a long time, took back his right foot again, and slowly

As I walked back, I realized that I didn't know why, but fell into a state of panic, palpitations, and confusion.

It was as if he had been struck by that sword and a crack had been created in his heart.

"It can't be like this, it can't be like this..."

The prince sat down slowly and concentrated for a long time.

"Go again in three days."

"I will edit a letter first and send it to my father."

"Report this in detail."

He went back to the house and took out a wooden box. There was a jade seal inside the box. There were many auspicious patterns in it, which were extremely gorgeous. There was also a brilliant and colorful flow of luck, which seemed wonderful, but when he took out this thing

when, he was startled.

On the seal where the prince's destiny is intertwined.

A crack appeared, and with a few clicks, it collapsed before his eyes.

The prince looked pale.

No, in terms of luck.

He is no longer the prince.

With one sword, his life will be taken away and he will be demoted!

Such a huge impact was like a heavy hammer, hitting the prince's head hard, making him dizzy and almost unsteady. He staggered and pressed one hand on the table to barely hold on.

He stood up, his body was still shaking, his eyes were slightly red:

"Just those, untouchables..."

"How, how is it possible?"

"Just ordinary people, things like pigs and dogs."

"How could you possibly do it..."

The prince seemed unable to believe it. His eyes were blank for a long time, his body trembled with anger, and suddenly he roared in a low voice:

"How can you relegate me!"

"How dare you demote me to this palace!"

"How dare you!"

"How dare!!!"

Sweeping violently, everything on the table was swept to the ground. He gasped violently and became extremely angry. His luck collapsed and backfired. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

……………………

Beijing——

When the young Taoist realized something, and then condensed his luck on the Thief Killing Sword.

No sword was drawn.

There was only red energy flowing on the sword body.

Chaos has already begun in Tianji Pavilion.

Before this, there was an old man standing at the highest point of the Star-Zhaing Tower, giving instructions to some young people.

"Ziwei Dou Shu, the art of astrology, is actually guided by the eternal power of the stars in the sky."

"Try to see everything in the past and future."

"Everything in this world has its destiny from the beginning of the Dao to the calamity of the Dao, and the stars in the sky will witness everything. Relying on the things that have remained unchanged from ancient times to the present and even in the distant years, the nature of you and me is magical.

One can glimpse a trace of the distant future. The four directions above and below are the universe, and the universe has been through the ages. The real art of divining it can only be found in the firmament of the universe."

"Just like writing records everything, it is called astronomical numbers,"

"For this reason, the art of [astronomy] has been extremely taboo in our human dynasty since ancient times. That is to say, you are so lucky to learn it. Otherwise, ordinary people and even nobles will not be able to learn this knowledge."

It's a serious taboo, and it may lead to death, but it's not out of the question."

"The so-called qi-gazing techniques and Liuren's method are just side techniques, far inferior to mine!"

Dressed in purple clothes, the Master Tuixing was stroking his beard and talking about Dou Shu Dharma. His expression was peaceful, but his tone was loud. The young people around him were all practicing astronomy and calendar, and they couldn't help but feel a little bit of expectation. The old man stroking his beard smiled and said:

As he continued to tell, someone suddenly rushed over to the old man's side, lowered his head and whispered a few words. The old man's complexion suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly and said:

"How could this be?"

"You never talked nonsense?!"

The middle-aged man seemed more anxious than him and said:

"This is such a big deal, it concerns our heads, how could I talk nonsense!"

"This, what should we do?"

The old man who had been calm and calm before, as if everything was under his control, stood up and said, "I'll wait here for a while. Don't mess with the books." Then he quickly left with the middle-aged man, running away in one breath.

We climbed to the highest point of the Star Reaching Tower. Although it was a tall building, it was a place with an extremely wide view. Countless streams of light converged and criss-crossed, turning into a huge astrolabe.

This is a huge magic weapon achieved with the majestic appearance of the human world.

It is used to observe the universe, see the stars, and predict events in the past and future.
To be continued...