A black shadow came rushing from the sky, and the cold wind suddenly rose in the grass garden, as dense as a halberd. In the invisible and unintentional strong wind, the sword intent suddenly came vertically and horizontally, and three traces like the claws of a goshawk broke through the space!

West Wind's eyes suddenly bulged, filled with blood.

His excited and angry cry for help was completely strangled in his throat. He stretched out his hands and grasped towards the window where Ying Ji was, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

Finally, he slowly fell down with his back facing upwards. Three sharp claw scratches fell on his back. The wounds were deep enough to show the bones, and even the spine was severed.

The bright red wound turned red-orange due to the sword intent in the claw mark, and the surrounding skin and flesh rolled up and twisted little by little, like withering embers of fire.

"Puff puff..."

Above the sky, a bird that looked like a black hawk but was not an eagle fluttered its wings.

After all, there is no eagle in the world that has three heads.

The three strange birds screamed loudly and finally folded their wings and landed in the arms of a young man who came in a hurry and looked anxious.

Ying Ji looked at the bird with a strange smell, and her eyes finally showed a slight change.

Her tilted head came back to straightness little by little. In the winding corridor, the wind tore the branches of flowers, and the broken light and shadows swayed into her eyes, which was a bit scary.

The murderer was not one of the six Yin Kings as Ying Ji thought, but an unknown young man.

Although Ying Ji remembered that his name was Manfu, she could only barely gain a foothold in the court.

How dare such a junior kill a prince in front of the Queen's Palace?

What's even more concerning is that he actually killed people with Xu Yin!

Manfu was secretly carrying out an assassination mission, and Xu Yin was involved. Everything was going well, but Xi Feng Hou was too difficult to deal with, and it was a tough idea, so he actually escaped here.

When he realized where he had broken into, Manfu broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't even have time to wipe the blood on his face. He knelt down and saluted: "My lord, Manfu! See your majesty!"

"Hoo!!!" The window suddenly opened wide, and the strong wind shook the depths of the courtyard. The two windows turned into powder, and white-brown dust danced around, hurting the eyes.

The falcon on Manfu's shoulders seemed to be greatly frightened and was about to flutter its wings.

A soft and slender hand came through the wind and strangled its neck. The spread wings instantly became weak and relaxed.

The whole house was shocked and pale, and did not dare to look up. They only saw a corner of the dark red skirt floating in front of their eyes.

The Xuyin? Moor, who could instantly kill the prince, fell into the hands of the empress, and was like a chicken that could only be slaughtered.

Above the head, a woman's cold voice came: "How come my Xuyin is in your hands?"

Feeling the murderous intent that was about to overflow, Mr. Manfu's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

I secretly thought, Your Highness, why are you so unreliable? You took away the four seals of feelings from His Majesty’s Palace, and Your Majesty has no idea about this at all!

Listen to the tone of this accusation!

This is treating him as a traitor to the country!

Lord Manfu knew that if he used the name of His Highness the Crown Prince at this moment, he would definitely be able to escape disaster.

He was filled with fear, but he also remembered Bai Lian's instructions not to reveal his identity to His Majesty.

"Oh? The bones are pretty hard."

As that dangerous voice sounded, Manfu felt a cold palm fall on the top of his head, and his whole body felt as if he was covered in frost, unable to move.

"I would like to give it a try, how hard can your skull be?"

At that moment when the five fingers suddenly closed together, the horrified Manfujun felt that his mind would collapse in the next moment.

The suffocating feeling of death continued to dry up his blood. Lord Manfu trembled and trembled all over, but he gritted his teeth, said nothing, closed his eyes as if appointed, and waited for the trial.

Unexpectedly, that hand suddenly let go of him.

Lord Manfu's body went limp. He seemed to be alive again after the disaster. He collapsed to the ground covered in sweat and looked up at the unpredictable Ying Ji.

Hear her murmur: "That's all, why bother with a junior."

She also let go of her other hand, and the bird flapped its wings and flew back to Lord Manfu like it was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Ying Ji looked down and said calmly: "Is this Xu Seal given to you by the young man from Jiuyou?"

Manfu Jun Xindao's answer to this question did not seem to go against His Highness the Crown Prince's wishes. He had no choice but to nod his head and said yes.

Ying Ji raised her eyebrows slightly.

I underestimated that boy. In a short period of time, he was able to bring out Xu Yin after entering the forbidden place...

"Okay, please step back."

The Manfu looked at Lady Ying Ji in disbelief, thinking that Your Majesty did not know the prince's secret order, so he killed the important ministers and princes in front of His Majesty.

Your Majesty didn't even ask, as if the person who had just been killed was just an ant.

Is it possible that Your Majesty... has the same thoughts as His Highness the Crown Prince, and has long known that for the Zhongyou Dynasty, such an old and immortal cancer as Xifenghou should not be left behind?

Although I had doubts in my heart, as a human minister, Manfu did not dare to speculate on the holy will, so he had no choice but to pick up the life he had picked up, resign and leave.

Ying Ji's face was full of doubts, and she couldn't understand what kind of method Bailian used to solve the Xu seal?

In other words, what he took away was not just Xu Yin.

I don't know why, but an extremely ridiculous and unrealistic idea came into my mind for no reason.

The thoughts are unclear, like a looming floating thread. As long as one end is grasped, a shocking truth can be revealed.

Ying Ji was irritated for no reason. She didn't care much about the Four Seals of Zhongyou, but by some mistake, she still turned around and entered the palace, and her aura disappeared.

Not long after, Mr. Manfu just walked out of the Empress' inner garden.

Before he could relax his tense heartstrings of rebirth after the disaster, a majestic pressure like a mountain suddenly came from behind him.

Immediately afterwards, poor Manfujun was like a little chicken that was unable to walk smoothly, being effortlessly slapped to the ground by the giant palm of the tiger.

He fell down on all fours and knelt down firmly.

Even the most courageous person would be frightened by this sudden behavior.

Mr. Manfu's mentality was about to collapse due to the manuscript. He shook his legs and cried mournfully: "Why don't you give me a good time, Your Majesty?"

Ying Ji stood desolately in the courtyard door, like a thin reflection, but there was an indescribable emotion between her brows.

Her voice seemed to be trembling: "Room..."

Room?

It was so confusing that Mr. Manfu couldn't understand it at all, but he didn't dare not respond.

He raised his head in fear and looked up at the holy face of the empress, only to see the fluttering eyelashes under her black eyes, which contained something incomprehensible...expectation, forbearance, fear, and excitement.

It was like a very thirsty person who suddenly received a handful of dry, sweet but insignificant spring water.

It is clear that she is the one in charge of life and death, but at this moment she looks even more frightened than Manfu, fearing that the water in her hands is a phantom of her own imagination.

She added: "Which room? Which one does he live in? I want to go, I want to go and have a look."

I don't know if it was Manfu's illusion, but he felt that His Majesty's thoughts were all confused, and his words were all confused and unclear, and he didn't even notice it.

He asked in a daze: "Whose...whose room is it?"

There was a loud bang, and a rockery next to Manfu lying on the ground suddenly exploded into rubble all over the ground.

Her Majesty the Empress, who could not speak clearly, was obviously very impatient.

He was so frightened that he reacted quickly and said hurriedly: "Ah ah ah, are you talking about the Messenger of the Nine Netherworld? He lives in the Shaosi Palace! He is in the Shaosi Palace!"

Almost as soon as the last note fell, Ying Ji's figure disappeared in front of the courtyard gate.

Bang!

The door of the Shaosi Hall was suddenly pushed open, strong wind rushed in, Ying Ji's black hair brushed her cheeks, and she danced wildly.

When she entered the palace, she even tripped over her own belt. Her face, which had been extremely haggard and weathered after years of suffering, was filled with so many repressed emotions that it seemed like she was about to explode!

There was no popularity in the palace, but she was like a headless fly, eager to dig deep and search for it.

Finally, her eyes were fixed on the cold black jade that exuded a faint luster between the beds, and her breath was instantly taken away.

Ying Ji suddenly pursed her lips, and it was as if a fire was coming back to life from the ashes of her eyes.

…

…

Shen Tu prepared three masks for Balian, one was the face of Ying Xiu, one was the face of a strange male young man, and the third one was very strange, it was a woman's face.

Its name is to make it easier for him to walk in the world.

But Balian always felt that there was something special about the King's Palace in it.

Shen Tu's craftsmanship is extremely superb. It is not like the human skin masks used by ordinary martial arts schools in the world, nor is it a low-level illusion.

That thin piece of skin, I don't know what material it is made of, is extremely thin and transparent. It sticks between the cheeks and fits tightly. There is no trace on the edges, as if a new face has been born on the face.

There is no illusion, and wearing a mask with a human face doesn't make people look a bit stiff or strange.

Balian had just left the imperial city, and behind him was a large group of Zhongyou Yingling ministers escorting them out of the city. He put on the mask of Ying Xiu.

As expected, whenever he walks out of the Zhongyou Dynasty with this face on his face, he will be secretly contacted by people from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
To be continued...