Emperor Tianxing stood on Danbi and watched Zhao Changying disappear in front of him without any warning. The expression on his face remained unchanged, like a majestic and emotionless statue.
In the battle just now, he was one against two, and in an understatement, he was able to play with two strong men with strength above that of saints.
All the guards and palace people who witnessed this battle all lamented in their hearts that even if the gods came down to earth, they could not be more majestic than His Majesty the Emperor at this time.
However, no one noticed that after Emperor Tianxing used the golden divine thunder to chop Zhao Changying into bruises all over his body, his bright golden eyes suddenly dimmed.
Like an oil lamp that is about to run out of fuel.
He stared at the place where Zhao Changying disappeared, remained silent for a moment, and without taking any action, he turned and walked towards Qianyang Hall.
"Cao Tong." He shouted lightly.
"The slave is here."
Cao Tong, the eunuch of Bingbi, had been staying in the corridor behind Qianyang Palace just now, watching this fierce battle with fear.
Initially, he wanted to try to give the emperor a slap in the face to show his loyalty.
However, when the battle really started, he realized deeply that this level of confrontation was not something he could easily participate in. Even the slightest aftermath might kill him. .
Because of this, at this moment, he looked at Emperor Tianxing with more awe than before.
Strong men like Mangshan Ghost King and Zhao Changying were all defeated by His Majesty. One was wiped out, and the other was seriously injured and escaped.
Your Majesty’s strength should be almost the same as that of a real immortal
“Please pass on my orders,” Emperor Tianxing continued, interrupting. Cao Tong's chaotic thoughts.
Cao Tong lowered his head and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Royal City Guards, officials of the Exorcism Department, Luojing garrison and various nearby barracks and guards have all received orders to start targeting the traitors. Xu launched an all-round search. He is doomed."
Emperor Tianxing nodded, "You must not be vague about this matter. It's uneasy."
Hearing this, Cao Tong immediately fell to his knees and repeatedly promised Emperor Tianxing that he would definitely handle this matter.
At the same time, he was also full of doubts in his mind. With the emperor's strength, he could easily defeat even the Mangshan Ghost King and Zhao Changying, why would he pay so much attention to a young monk who didn't even have a legal body?
Although Gu Xu’s cultivation talent is indeed high, many people think that he will become another strong saint in the Da Qi Dynasty in the future.
But talent, after all, only represents a possibility, and it will take a long time to turn it into real combat effectiveness.
But Cao Tong didn't ask any more questions.
He believed that the emperor must have his own reasons for making such a decision.It's not your turn to worry about it.
Then, Emperor Tianxing climbed the steps slowly, returned to the screen behind the Qianyang Hall, and sat down cross-legged on the mat.
The golden light in his pupils was finally completely extinguished.
Then he closed his eyes and turned back into the motionless sculpture he was before, indifferent to external affairs.
Cao Tong paused for a moment at the foot of the steps in front of the throne.
After a brief silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, what should be done with the escaped Zhao Changying and the Zhao family in Youzhou?"
"Leave it to Xiao Wan Let Jun handle it," Emperor Tianxing said in a cold tone.
Cao Tong has served Emperor Tianxing for many years, so he naturally understands what he means. I am going to start practicing. Don’t bother me with these things anymore.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Cao Tong responded respectfully, then
he bowed and backed away from the hall.
A few hundred miles north of Luojing City stands a high mountain.
This mountain is shrouded in clouds all year round, with lush vegetation and a gloomy atmosphere.
Coupled with the tombs listed among the weeds, it looks even more gloomy and lonely.
This mountain is Mang Mountain.
There is a poem saying, "The tombs on Beimang Mountain have faced Luo City for eternity. In the city, the sun and evening songs are rising, and the only sound of pines and cypresses can be heard on the mountain." 1
It describes the desertedness here. A bleak sight.
In a hidden cave deep in the dense forest of Mang Mountain, there is a coffin.
This coffin is made of golden nanmu called "Emperor Wood", with complex and gorgeous patterns carved on the surface. But even if it has been painted and has undergone special anti-corrosion treatment, it still inevitably leaves traces of time.
At this moment, a harsh "crunch" sound broke the silence in the cave.
Immediately afterwards, the thick coffin board was pushed away by a pair of white bone hands, and a terrifying-looking skeleton slowly crawled out of the coffin.
This skeleton was wearing a dirty and worn bright yellow robe with a pattern of a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it.
It twisted its neck stiffly, then bent down, took out a tattered flat crown with incomplete beads from the coffin, and put it on its head.
"Zhao Changying is such a bastard," the skeleton was heard cursing, "The Emperor of Daqi is so powerful, but he didn't tell me in advance, which resulted in basically all of my ghost attendants dying. ”
This skeleton is clearly the Ghost King of Mangshan who just had a fight with Emperor Tianxing in the palace.
Its body was indeed burned to ashes by Emperor Tianxing with a fire.
But as a cunning ghost born in the imperial mausoleum, it will definitely leave behind backup before participating in a life-or-death battle.
It once divided a ray of soul and hid it in this coffin.
If its body dies outside, then it can use this ray of soul to resurrect in its lair in Mang Mountain.
Of course, the Mangshan Ghost King, who has lost his true body and many "ghost attendants", is much weaker than before.
In the past, it could challenge the eighth realm monks.
But now, even if it encounters the weakest saint, it will most likely not be able to defeat it.
However, the fire of revenge deep in its heart will not be extinguished because of the defeat in this battle, but will become even more intense.
Although Emperor Tianxing is powerful, he cannot sit on Luo Jing's throne forever.
As a resentful spirit with an almost unlimited lifespan, the Mangshan Ghost King has witnessed the ascension and death of many generations of Daqi emperors.
It knows that even if the Qi Emperors have cultivation levels above saints, their longevity is still similar to that of ordinary mortals. Normal saints and strong men, unless something unexpected happens, can live at least until Two hundred years old.
The Ghost King of Mangshan is very patient.
The myth of the indestructibility of the "Dragon Formation" has been broken today.
It believed that as long as it waited, it would probably kill Emperor Tianxing and one day be able to complete its great cause of revenge.
It slowly walked out of the cave and came to the edge of the cliff, looking at Luojing City a hundred miles away.
Suddenly, it remembered the short little girl who had a rare "demon body" and almost became its "ghost attendant".
Notes
1 Excerpted from Beimang Mountain in Shen Quan period of Tang Dynasty.
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