Chapter 41 Fierce Battle in the Imperial Palace

Zhang Linyu suddenly felt a feeling of suffocation. There was this violent energy flowing in Mengyao's body.

"Aunt Yao, calm down!" Zhang Linyu said, "That faint man will die when he dies. There is nothing to be sad about. One day when he reigns, the Central Plains will be in danger for one more day!"

"What do you know!" Meng Yao burst into tears and shouted angrily, "Even if that man is ten times more mediocre, it is not the reason for Han Zilin to kill him!"

"So you already know!" Zhang Linyu sighed, and a sense of guilt surged in his heart. At this moment, he turned his head and did not look at this face that had become touching because of crying.

"In those years, Han Zilin's respect for this person was definitely not what you can imagine!" Meng Yao continued, "I don't believe it. That kind of respect can't be changed because of such a war. You know, the emperor in those years was more desolate than now!"

"What?" Zhang Linyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Why did Uncle Han respect that person so much in those years!"

"Because that man is not his biological father at all!" Meng Yao looked excited and said, "In those years, Han Zilin was just an abandoned orphan. The emperor picked him up during the parade and took a fancy to his cultivation talent, so he made him a prince. Therefore, Han Zilin's feelings for his father are actually a kind of gratitude. You think this feeling will be due to the other party's incompetence. And disappear?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Linyu's face suddenly became solemn and said, "It's right that it was Uncle Han who killed the emperor. Even if someone faked it, he would never escape my eyes!"

"He has changed. I think his change must have something to do with the unicorn shadow on his body!" Meng Yao gently touched her snow-white chin and pondered for a moment.

"What Kirin Shadow?" Zhang Linyu asked with some surprise.

Meng Yao looked at him with a little surprise, and immediately showed a faint look on her pretty face, as if she understood a lot of things in an instant. She patted Zhang Linyu on the shoulder and said, "If you are not anxious about this matter, I will find out!"

Being a little confused by Meng Yao's strange remarks, Zhang Linyu scratched his head and said, "Aunt Yao, I'm afraid you asked me out so late just to say this."

Mengyao's eyes suddenly showed a gloomy look, clenching her fists, as if she was making great determination. After a while, she still gritted her teeth, took a deep breath and said, "I came this time to ask you. If Han Zilin does anything out of the ordinary, you will kill him!"

"What?" Zhang Linyu's face changed and exclaimed, and his body couldn't help retreating a few steps. Naturally, he knew that such indifferent and ruthless words came from Mengyao's mouth, which was really beyond his expectation.

"Don't you agree?" Meng Yao's eyes swept over Zhang Linyu and then asked.

The latter fell into silence. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and said, "Aunt Yao, if he does anything excessively, I will definitely stop him. If you let me kill him, I can't do it!"

Meng Yao sighed and said, "That's all, that's all we can do. Let's go back!"

After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Linyu, she flashed to the imperial capital city.

Zhang Linyu shook his head helplessly and followed.

At the same time, on Jianfeng Mountain, Qingyang Zhenren was dressed in a Taoist robe and stood proudly, staring at the bright starry sky, which was quite extraordinary.

Suddenly, a light and shadow flashed beside him, and a man in white fell to his side. It was Lu Shaoyang, who had disappeared for a long time.

"How's it going?" Qingyang Zhenren withdrew his eyes and said slowly.

"Everything is ready!" A fierce light flashed in Lu Shaoyang's eyes and smiled.

Qingyang Zhenren nodded faintly and said, "That's good. Tomorrow, we will do it!"

The next day, due to the news of the emperor's death, there was an endless stream of people coming to mourn. The streets suddenly became much more lively. Some dignitaries hurried through the crowd and then quickly walked into the palace.

In the palace, in a garden, more than 20 princes lined up and knelt on a black wooden coffin with gold edges. They all looked solemn, and some people could clearly see the tears on their faces.

"Your Highness, those mourners are coming!" A eunuch came quickly and said in a low voice.

The princes stood up one after another and walked out. As soon as they walked out of the garden, they suddenly heard a deafening cry. Although there was an exaggerated sound, no one would care about it. After the death of the king, there were several people who really cried.

Suddenly, a tall and thin man stood up from the crowd and said in a sharp voice, "Liu Cangqing, the assassin of Xuanying, would like to ask you a question."

"What questions do you have?" A faint displeasure appeared on Han Zilin's face.

Liu Cangqing still changed his face and said, "Your Majesty is originally healthy. What disease did he have that caused the dragon to return to heaven!" Hearing this, everyone's eyebrows frowned. The sudden death of the emperor was indeed quite suspicious, but even so, it should not be said in public.

A prince behind Han Zilin shouted coldly and said, "Well, Liu Cangqing, do you suspect that the imperial edict is wrong? The edict makes it clear that my father died of a strange disease called malaria."

Liu Cangqing was not scared by such pressure, but smiled faintly and said, "Your Highness is angry. There is no malice, but because your majesty's death is too strange, it is necessary to investigate!"

"How do you check it?" Han Zilin's eyes flashed with this imperceptible cold light and said.

Liu Cangqing's face was still calm. He arched his hand and smiled, "To be honest, I know a little about the symptoms of malaria. As long as I look at your Majesty's remains, the cause of his death will naturally be known!"

"Bold!" A prince shouted angrily, "Can you see my father's body as soon as you see it!"

Han Zilin was also slightly angry and said, "As a minister, it's not wrong to look up to the remains of the former emperor. It's just that now that the former emperor has been encoffined, you don't have to bother anymore."

"Your Highness, don't you dare!" Liu Cangqing sneered and said, "I think, Your Majesty, should have been killed by you!"

The corners of Han Zilin's mouth twitched fiercely. He thought it was seamless. Except for Zhang Linyu, the insiders were secretly disposed of by him, and he also found the body of a person who died of malaria, which easily turned into the appearance of an emperor to hide people's eyes. He didn't expect that his secret technique would be known so quickly.

He clenched his fist tightly, and Han Zilin pointed to Liu Cangqing with a calm face and shouted, "You actually changed to slander the prince. Do you want to rebel?"

The latter smiled and said, "Yes, I'm rebeling!"

With his hand waved gently, a click sound sounded on the ground, and a shocking opening was opened on the ground. Then, a giant snake nearly ten feet suddenly emerged from the ground, and a strong fishy smell spread. The giant snake spit out snake letters, and his fishy red eyes flashed slightly. His body moved and opened its mouth. , one devouring swallowed more than a dozen people into their stomachs.

Seeing this bloody scene, everyone fled one after another, screaming and moaning, and the whole palace was in a mess.

But when others were in a panic, many people rose into the air, with thick or thin energy and shot at the giant snake. The latter hissed and waved his tail, talking about these attacks. Han Zilin is still standing in place, but the princes around him have fled.

"Blood people?" Han Zilin narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"Not bad!" Liu Cangqing laughed and said that at this moment, he had completely changed his appearance and turned into a ferocious face.

"How about it, Han Zilin, I didn't expect it!" The man laughed.

Han Zilin snorted coldly, "Don't be proud too early. Our court has nearly 60 heavenly masters, which is more than enough to deal with your blood sect!"

"Haha, Han Zilin, you're wrong!" A cheerful laugh suddenly sounded from the air, and the space in the sky suddenly cracked. A man in white slowly walked out of the crack. It was Lu Shaoyang who had disappeared a few days ago.

Han Zilin was also shocked when he saw the sudden appearance of Lu Shaoyang and immediately said, "Lu Shaoyang, you traitor, aren't afraid that I will inform the Ziying faction now and let them arrest you."

"Haha, Your Majesty, take care of yourself first!" Lu Shaoyang laughed.

Han Zilin sneered and said, "Do you think you, a person at the top of the sky, can control the overall situation? Let me tell you, there are still people in the imperial capital who can compete with you!"

"With me alone, it won't work!" Lu Shaoyang did not panic at all and said lightly, "But one person came here with a group of people!"

With that, the space tore open a gap again. One by one in a Taoist robe, the old man with fairy Taoist bones came out of the crack; he glanced at Han Zilin with a shocked face and said, "How about it? I didn't expect it."

"Qingyang Zhenren?" Han Zilin said the name in a very shocked tone and couldn't help taking a few steps back. He didn't expect that Qingyang Zhenren, who had not appeared since the beginning of the battle, would appear at this moment.

"Han Zilin, this time, you lost!" The master of the Blood Sect laughed a few times and said, "Let me tell you, there are 35 blood masters, 45 swordsmen and 23 Turkic masters in your imperial capital. Hey, there are more than 100 heavenly masters besieging this city!"

Han Zilin's body suddenly shook, took a deep breath of cold air, looked frightened, and 100 heavenly masters besieged. Such a lineup has never been seen in history.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked out, but saw that in the imperial capital, the fire was shining, and tall buildings collapsed under the destruction of countless lights and shadows. The dying mournings resounded through the sky, and the practitioners in court clothes fell from the sky one after another.

"You are really despicable. How dare you take advantage of the death of your predecessor to enter the city! Does this practice deserve to be the right way? Han Zilin clenched his fist and said.

"Huh, the right way?" Qingyang Zhenren sneered, "Is it the right way for you to kill your father to take the throne?"

Han Zilin suddenly stagnated and had a feeling of speechless.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lu Shaoyang's eyes were cold and said, "Let's solve this person first, and then attack the imperial capital. Let's go!"

With that, a hot firelight rose from his sword, forming five fire dragons in the air, hovering and flying.

Han Zilin was also unwilling to show weakness. The imperial dragon sword made a shocking sound of sword, and the golden light was prosperous, and countless dazzling swords shot at the three people in front of him.

In the face of this overwhelming and sweeping sword light, Qingyang Zhenren didn't look at it. He turned his head and said to the two people around him, "Do you think it's a little waste for the three of us to deal with him?"

The master of the Blood Sect casually blocked the flying sword light and looked up and smiled, "Yes, it's a little wasteful. You two leave first, and I'll deal with him!"

"Then I'm sorry to trouble Brother Li!" Lu Shaoyang held the boxing, then looked at Qingyang Zhenren and left together.

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