Emperor Jingshun, who had been in power for fifteen years and had already developed an attitude of remaining calm despite the collapse of the mountain, was no longer bothered to pretend to be serious in front of his old friend, and his anger was completely written on his face.

Cui Wuhui remained silent. He understood that this matter had become a demonic obstacle for Jingshun, and he was afraid that it would haunt him for a lifetime and not let him go.

"My dear, please don't forget that you are also involved in this matter. It was you who personally helped me reach this position!"

Jingshun saw Cui Wugui not speaking, and looked directly at Cui Wugui with deep hatred in his eyes.

Among the many sons of the late emperor, he was a commoner and a middle-aged man, so he had no intention of coveting that position. It was Cui Wuhui who taught him diligently and inspired his ambition step by step.

Cui Wuhui had no intention of arguing with Jingshun on this matter. After all, it had become a fact, and the deposed prince had already been dried into a mummy.

He said indifferently: "Your Majesty gave Li Zian the [Gold Talisman], but he has always had a hard time rubbing his eyes, hates evil as much as hatred, and has a fiery temperament. I am afraid that he will conflict with the demon messenger."

Emperor Jingshun stood up from the main seat, walked to the corner of the camp, stared at the night sky in the direction of Chang'an, and sighed: "I really hope that Li Zian can go on a killing spree and kill all these monsters! Monsters!"

If the clan wants an explanation, just push Li Zian out of the Meridian Gate and chop him up."

In Jingshun's eyes, Li Nuo was just a chess piece that could be thrown away after use and was dispensable.

"Li Zian's head count is not enough, I'm afraid the demon clan will want more." Cui Wuhui said calmly, "The arrangements on the Two Realms Mountain side will take some time."

Jingshun frowned and asked, "How long will it take?"

Cui Wuhui thought briefly: "At the current rate of progress, it will take at least until the end of the year to succeed."

Liangjie Mountain and Shaoyang Pass are the gateways of the Central Plains Dynasty.

Once the demon clan passes through the Liangjie Mountains and breaks through the Shaoyang Pass, there will be a plain in front of them, and they can advance straight into Chang'an.

Jingshun: "There is still half a year, I can bear it. But since Emperor Peng has broken the tacit understanding between the two clans, don't blame me for being rude. Peng Wanli is the deputy commander of Feiyu Legion, one of the top ten demon generals, and even more so, Emperor Peng.

His left and right arms. If you kill him, not only will the demon clan’s vitality be severely injured, but at least one of his fingers will be cut off!”

On the battlefield, below level three, one's personal strength will be infinitely reduced, while the ability to command will be infinitely magnified.

Exchanging an outstanding general and commander for ten peak fourth-level warriors is definitely a costly transaction.

Cui Wuhui shook his head and said: "The [Third Rank] cannot take action, let alone the ministers of the court and the generals of the army. Li Zian alone may not be able to succeed."

Jingshun thought for a while and said: "Then let the Jianghu sect take action. Huh, it's time for these Jianghu people to help."

Allowing Jianghu sects to participate is simply giving them power. Once this is done, the previous efforts of the court to attack Jianghu sects will be in vain.

But just when Cui Wuhui opened his mouth to object, he suddenly felt something in his heart. His eyes swept across the night sky and landed on the top of an unknown mountain ten miles away.

Jingshun noticed something strange about Cui Wugui and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll go out for a while."

Cui Wuhui strode away from the emperor's camp and disappeared into the night in a short while.

A hilltop ten miles away.

Cui Wuhui appeared under the moonlight and said calmly: "You have been trapped in Yuzhou for forty years. I thought you would never come out in this life."

"Haha, now I don't have to worry about Grand Master Cui."

Huang Jiujian finally found Cui Wuhui. The grudges of forty years were settled today, which can be regarded as settling the past.

Cui Wuhui said displeasedly: "What do you mean by asking me for help?"

Huang Jiujian smiled and said: "Since I am here, of course I am here to resolve the grievances between us."

Cui Wuhui's eyes were full of murderous intent: "You have a grudge with me? If you hadn't kidnapped Yun'er, how would Yun'er have died?"

Huang Jiujian said angrily: "If you hadn't pushed people too hard, how could Yun Yun and I go to the Western Regions to escape?"

"Huh, that's my daughter!"

"Huh, that's my wife!"

"Wild boy!"

"Old stubborn!"

The two of them were at odds with each other, and no one was willing to give in.

Cui Wuhui said with a gloomy face: "Yun Yun is dead, how are you going to resolve this grudge that has been entangled for forty years?"

Huang Jiujian said with a fighting spirit in his eyes: "Fight with you!"

"Hahahaha, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life. The gap between the fourth grade and the third grade is beyond your imagination!"

"Then try it!"

Huang Jiujian slowly drew out the Mo Dao.

Under the night, the cold awns bloomed with murderous intent.

A trace of anger flashed in Cui Wuhui's eyes.

The anger of being wronged by someone else.

The dignified [Third Grade Confucianism and Taoist] was provoked by a [Fourth Grade Swordsman].

If Huang Jiujian is not beaten into a dog, where will his face go?

Huang Jiujian gathered his strength instantly, and a strong wind blew up in the mountains.

One knife comes out.

boom!

A huge hole seemed to have been opened in the pitch-black night sky, and a giant beast covered in flames crawled out of the tear, as if it wanted to eat the night one bite at a time!

Fire erupted in the sky, raining down like meteors and fire.

In an instant, the falling flames opened up blades, creating a storm of blades and swallowing Cui Wuhui.

Cui Wuhui naturally felt the strong murderous intent completely covering himself. He sighed inwardly, as expected, he still underestimated this child. Such magical powers not only locked people's consciousness, but also caused chaos in the surrounding void.

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As a result, it becomes more difficult to use Confucianism and Taoism's magical power of displacement [Transformation].

Of course, this is for other people.

As a third-level scholar, he can ignore the suppression in his realm.

With a flick of his sleeves, Cui Wuhui's literary energy emerged from his brows, and he appeared behind Huang Jiujian. Immediately, he spit out a [Lip Spear and Tongue Sword], like an electric dragon, piercing Huang Jiujian's back heart.

Huang Jiujian was on guard for a long time. He spun on the spot and Mo Dao flew out from his hand.

Sonorous!

He actually cut off this verbal quarrel!

However, the Mo Dao that had been with him for decades was also broken into two pieces, and the cold light of the blade suddenly dimmed.

Of course, Huang Jiujian can indeed be proud of being able to achieve this.

[Level 4] can take one move from [Level 3], which is the only one in the world.

Cui Wuhui smiled and said, "He is quite capable!"

Huang Jiujian naturally suffered a backlash, but he forced back the blood that surged into his throat.

He then curled his fingers and grabbed it, and saw the grass, trees, earth and rocks on the mountainside and even the broken blades on the ground flying up, gathering in the air, and finally turning into a ten-foot-long giant sword.

The sword glows scorchingly, and the killing intent is overwhelming.

Cui Wuhui said in surprise: "Everything can be turned into a sword?"

Huang Jiujian smiled and said: "It turns out that Grand Master Cui also knows the goods."

Cui Wuhui said with a cold face: "If you step into the third level of swordsmanship, I may not be your opponent. It's a pity that you, with such talent, will wither in the mountains today."

"The general does not take off his golden armor at night, and the troops are fighting each other in the middle of the night..."

Literary energy surged crazily, and a war poem came out of Cui Wuhui's mouth.

Huang Jiujian, who has understood the true meaning of swordsmanship that "everything can be turned into a sword", is qualified to be Cui Wuhui's opponent.
Chapter completed!