At night, Song Zheng walked out of the inn with his hands behind his back. When he turned around, he found a pair of children following behind him in a sneaky manner. He couldn't help but smile: "You guys go back, my father has something to do."
Song Xiaosheng curled his lips and said, "What's the matter? Dad wants to go into the palace and have a look. We also want to play."
Song Zheng was helpless, how to explain to the two little guys that this was not for fun. Before he could say anything, Song Xiaotian said first: "It's just a palace, we promise not to cause trouble."
"Okay," Song Zheng reluctantly agreed: "Follow me."
The palace of the True Emperor Yong'an was heavily defended, with masters of the Royal Guards stationed on all sides, and as many as a thousand Life Soul warriors patrolled every night. However, Song Zheng and the others still walked in easily, without even avoiding the patrolling guards. Those Life Souls
The soldiers didn't know why, but turned a blind eye to them.
They looked up in the sky and headed towards a palace where the lights were still on.
There was an Ancient God-level Life Soul Warrior guarding each side outside the palace, and three hundred Imperial Guard soldiers were on guard outside. Song Zheng took a pair of children and walked past them to look inside, and surprisingly saw a person:
Quan Heyi.
After so many years, Quan Heyi's appearance has not changed much, but her expression has become colder and colder. She looked calmly at the Yong'an True Emperor in front of her, leaning eastward. This one looked quite old.
"Your Majesty called for me all night long, but you can't sleep or eat well?" Quan Heyi said with no respect for the true emperor.
But Xiang Dongqing looked at her kindly: "It seems that He Yi, you still have misunderstandings about me. I have explained many times that Lord Mao Yonggong's matter really has nothing to do with me."
Quan Heyi said calmly: "You asked me to die, but I dare not not die. I have no complaints."
Xiangdong Qing rubbed his eyebrows: "Forget it, let's not talk about it. Over the years, I have asked you to come out many times. As long as you are willing, I will immediately rebuild the Imperial City Division. I guarantee that your power will be greater than that of Yuwen Taihao.
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Quan Heyi sneered: "Aren't you afraid that the queen will be angry if you do this?"
Xiang Dongqing said emotionally: "You should know that I had no choice but to marry her and make her the queen. As long as you agree to let me enter the palace, I will immediately depose her and make you the queen!"
Quan Heyi snorted coldly: "I can't bear it. Your Majesty is so eager, right? Is it because he heard that the Emperor Determiner has returned to the world? You are scared! He could destroy your imperial brother back then, but now he can destroy you!"
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Xiang Dongqing was still not angry, and even laughed: "This is not eighty years ago. It is definitely a mistake for Song Zheng to come back at this time. I can tell you that I am not worried about him at all. The Twelve Imperial Cities have already
I have found a way to deal with him. It’s you I’m worried about.”
He walked down and came to Quan Heyi's side: "The secret of your breakthrough to the Immortal Saint level can no longer be hidden. If someone knows about it, they won't trust you, and I'm afraid they will attack you soon! If you don't accept my kindness, I will
There is no way to stop them."
Quan Heyi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Your Majesty, are you threatening me?"
Xiang Dongqing's patience seemed to have finally been exhausted: "Whatever you think, you always think of me with the greatest malice anyway. Don't you want to avenge Mao Yonggong? Only the living can avenge. If you die,
That’s it…everything is over.”
He stood up and walked away: "Think about it for yourself."
Quan Heyi called out to him: "You said that the Twelve Imperial Cities already have a way to deal with Mr. Song, what exactly is it?"
Xiang Dongliu said: "I can't tell you, what I can say is that Song Zheng killed a group of immortal saints from the Twelve Imperial Cities in Xionghu City, but why has there been no response from the Twelve Imperial Cities until now? According to
Normally speaking, the Twelve Imperial Cities are already frightened, but they have not reacted at all yet. What does this mean? It means that everyone is not panicking because they are more confident than they were eighty years ago."
Quan Heyi frowned: What is it that makes the Twelve Imperial Cities so confident?
Outside the palace, Song Zheng watched Xiang Dongqing leave. Song Xiaosheng chuckled and said, "Father, do you feel panic? They already have a way to deal with you. Do you want me to help you solve it? I'll rush over and give you a blow.
Killing will ensure that the Twelve Imperial Cities will turn into rivers of blood and become a hell on earth... Oops!"
Song Zheng tapped his head: "Don't make trouble."
He raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, taking Quan Heyi out of the hall. Quan Heyi was shocked at first, but he suddenly became happy: "Sir, is it you?"
Song Zheng pulled her in front of him: "Stop talking and come out with me."
"yes."
Song Zheng led three people and strolled out of the palace as usual. On the way, he asked: "How did your father die?" Quan Heyi knelt down and said, "Please sir, seek justice for my father!"
Song Zheng raised his hand, and a strong spiritual energy lifted her up from the air: "You get up first and speak. I have an old relationship with Mr. Mao Yong, and I will not ignore this matter."
Quan Heyi gritted his teeth and said: "Forty years ago, my father finally reached the peak of the Immortal Saint. If there is no way to transcendence, he must be rejected by the world. At that time, Piaomiao City had already driven away all the saints. My father originally wanted to ask you for help.
Holy Lord, news suddenly came from Piaomiao City that they had a new method that was far better than the previous method of transcendence.
However, this method is a new creation and needs to be improved upon by the Immortal Saint Peak. My father happened to be at the meeting, so they invited him to come and work together to perfect and improve this method."
"But after waiting for Piaomiao City, my father suddenly discovered something when he was passing by Wuyan Mountain. He went into the mountain to check, and then never came out again."
She gritted her teeth and said: "I rushed to Wuyan Mountain immediately, but I only found traces of the battle, not any clues. For the next ten years, I used the power of the Imperial City Division to investigate this matter, and some clues showed that
, my father’s death is inseparable from Piaomiao City and the Twelve Imperial Cities!”
"It is precisely because of my investigation that the Imperial City Department has been resisted by the Twelve Imperial Cities, and its power has been continuously reduced, and even the personnel cannot be replenished."
"At that time, it was Xiangdong Qin who issued the decree and ordered my father to go to Piaomiao City. His excuse was that he wanted my father to participate in this plan so that he could obtain the second method of transcending the Immortal Saint for Yong'an City!"
"If he hadn't ordered it, my father might not really have gone to Piaomiao City."
Song Zheng nodded. Forty years have passed since this matter. It is not easy to find out clearly.
He pressed the matter and said to Quan Heyi: "I want to integrate the Twelve Imperial Cities, and I need a reliable person to take charge. Are you willing to take on this important task?"
Quan Heyi knelt down here: "As long as you avenge my father, I can do anything you ask me to do."
Song Zheng nodded: "Then let's start from Yong'an City."
About half an hour later, Quan Heyi was finally found missing in the palace. Xiang Dongqing became furious and searched the whole city overnight.
The Imperial Guards were responsible for the defense of the entire city. They quickly searched the inn where Song Zheng and his friends were staying, and woke up all the guests in the middle of the night with complaints.
The wolf-like imperial guards rushed to Song Zheng's door. Su Minglun stood proudly and shouted: "Don't disturb!"
"Go away! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"
Su Minglun sneered and was about to take action when the door opened and Song Zheng came out with Quan Heyi. The Imperial Guards were overjoyed: "It is indeed hidden here!"
Song Zheng said to Quan Heyi: "You want to find out how your father died. After so many years, a lot of physical evidence has probably been destroyed. However, I have been a secret spy boss, so I have some experience.
I can share it with you, that is, there are always people who still remember what happened back then.
If you are not sure who these people are, then arrest them all and torture them one by one, and you can always pry their mouths open."
Liu Chengfei also came out and secretly curled her lips when she heard what Song Zheng said. Sure enough, it was still the commander of the Long Yi Guard.
The guards were furious: "What an arrogant gangster, come together and take down one of his great achievements!"
"Stupid." Song Zheng commented: "No wonder he is just an ordinary soldier."
He ordered Su Minglun: "Drive him out and ask Xiang Dongqing to come see me."
"Yes, sir."
Su Minglun was only at the True God level, but he was more than capable of dealing with these ordinary Guards soldiers. With a flurry of excitement, he threw all the Guards out of the inn. After cleaning up, he was about to close the door of the inn when suddenly
I saw a man walking down the long dark street.
The moment the man appeared, his figure became extremely tall in Su Minglun's eyes, like an unscalable mountain, completely shrouding Su Minglun in his shadow.
The Imperial Guards were overjoyed: "Master Wang, Quan Heyi is inside!"
The leader of the Imperial Guards, Wang Sheri, a powerful person at the level of Immortal Saint.
Under his huge shadow, Su Minglun was sweating all over his body, as if he was exhausted, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart: Is this the strength of the Immortal Saint?
A hand stretched out from upstairs, and just grabbed Wang Sheri's neck and pinched it in his hand. Then he twisted it slightly, and with a click, Wang Sheri's head tilted softly to the side.
His shadow, which was as huge as a mountain, was made of life soul mixed with spiritual energy. It quickly dispersed with his death. Su Minglun relaxed his pressure and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Thank you, sir, for saving my life."
Chapter completed!