When this voice came to the ground, the expressions of everyone in the venue changed at the same time.
The difference was that Liu Wanrou's face was filled with surprise, while those three weird and evil cultivators had angry faces.
"He Fang Xiaoxiao, hiding his head and tail here, dare to show up to see me?!"
The dwarf took a step forward. As the boss of the three, he was the first to shout.
There was a chuckle in the air, as if he didn't take his words seriously at all.
At this time, the tall man with triangular eyes walked up and smiled flatteringly in the dwarf's ear: "Senior Brother, why do you need to take action on this trivial matter personally? Junior Brother, I'll leave it up to you!"
"Oh? Junior brother," the dwarf showed a trace of doubt on his face.
The tall man chuckled and said, "Have you forgotten my abilities, junior brother? It's easy to deal with such a monk hiding in the dark!"
When the dwarf man heard this, he seemed to think of something, and then he smiled and nodded: "Let's see what junior brother's tricks are!"
A cold glint flashed in the tall man's eyes, and suddenly a strong wind blew up in the entire hall. Everyone was blinded by the sudden strange wind, and only a few people could see clearly.
In just this moment, the tall man turned into a scarlet stream of light and shot straight up to a corner of the roof of the hall.
"Huh?"
A soft sigh came out, seemingly slightly surprised.
However, the next moment there was a scream, and everyone felt a flash of silvery white light in front of their eyes, and the strong wind in the entire hall suddenly stopped.
When everyone looked again, they found that the tall man from before was already lying in the middle of the hall. A silver-white long sword penetrated the man's chest and nailed him directly to the ground!
"What?!"
The dwarf man and the actor next to him all had expressions of disbelief on their faces. Although their junior brother had weaker magical powers, he was not much different from him, but now he was killed with a sword?
At this time, the tall man who was nailed to the ground suddenly twitched, and the scarlet light on his body flashed continuously. After a moment, he actually turned into a huge bat with fangs in its mouth.
A voice in mid-air said leisurely: "I wonder why, it turned out to be a bat spirit. It seems that it was able to find me because of its magical power!"
The dwarf man and his junior actress sister were both pale and sweating profusely at this moment.
In fact, they were mountain spirits who had accomplished cultivation. They usually sat in wells and watched the sky. They thought that with their Taoism, they could kill at will even when faced with human monks. Therefore, they went down the mountain together and came to the Kyoto Palace to seek glory and wealth.
At this time, the two of them realized that the heads of the human monks could be taken off their necks with just one sword!
"This Supreme Immortal, please have mercy on me! I will retreat as soon as possible and swear to never set foot in Kyoto again!" The dwarf man hurriedly pulled the junior sister beside him and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
"late!"
There was no emotion in the voice in the air. After hearing this, the two goblins were shocked, turned around and ran away without even kowtowing.
However, the next moment, a flash of silver-white light flashed through. Before everyone in the venue could see what was going on, they saw that the dwarf man and the opera singer were cut into two pieces!
Then there was a flash of light, and the body of the dwarf man turned into the remains of two wild boars. The corpse of the opera singer turned into the remains of two parrots.
"They are really all monsters!" The veterans and nobles who were watching outside the palace all had a look of shock on their faces, and they subconsciously distanced themselves from Liu Qianchou.
Upon seeing this, Liu Wanrou gave a decisive order, and hundreds of guards quickly stepped forward and pinned the third prince to the ground.
"Put him in the sky prison and wait for punishment!" Liu Wanrou shouted sharply, and the guards immediately pulled Liu Qianchou down.
At this time, the voice in the air sounded again: "There are still practitioners among you!"
As soon as these words were spoken, several people in the audience immediately dodge their eyes and began to sweat faintly on their foreheads.
"However, I am not a murderous person, so I will let you go today. But from now on, Kyoto will restore its previous order. No monks above the foundation level are allowed to enter the capital at will without the consent of our Yungang Sect.
Do you understand?"
As soon as this voice finished speaking, more than ten people came out of the crowd, each bowed down and said respectfully:
"I will obey the decree of my predecessors!"
After these people finished speaking, they still maintained their bowed postures and did not dare to make any secrets to escape. Instead, they silently walked back. When they were within a few dozen feet of the palace hall, they each controlled a ray of escape light and headed towards different directions.
The direction was gone.
After these people left, the remaining civil and military officials and palace guards also retreated outside one after another amid the sounds of accusations.
In the huge palace, only Liu Wanrou and Lin Xiaoyun were left for a while.
Liu Wanrou glanced at the top of the palace in a daze, and suddenly asked: "Are you coming here to say goodbye to me?"
There was silence in the air.
After a long time, Liu Wanrou said quietly: "Are you not even willing to show up to see me?"
Liang Yan was hiding above the palace and sighed softly when he heard this.
He is not a fool. He naturally knows Liu Wanrou's feelings for him.
However, his feelings for Liu Wanrou were only that of brother and sister. Moreover, Liu Wanrou was born with no spiritual roots. The two of them were different from each other. They were from different worlds, and they were even less likely to be together in the future.
Instead of leaving some thoughts for my sister, it would be better to just cut it off.
Liu Wanrou waited in the main hall for a long time, but what she heard was a soft sigh: "It would be better not to see each other."
The sound gradually faded away, and in the end it was no longer audible.
"Brother Liang!"
The empress who had inherited the throne for three years had an unprecedented look of panic on her face. She ignored her crying makeup and ran out of the palace.
However, the person was not found after all.
When she returned to the palace in despair, she found a lot of things left on her wooden table.
There are swords and swords that sparkle with spiritual light, unknown spiritual weapons and magic weapons, pills in bottles, and some martial arts secrets for mortals to practice.
That night, Liu Wanrou was silent for a long time, and tears finally burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.
Because she knew that the person deepest in her heart would never be seen again.
In an ancestral hall in the palace, Liang Yan closed the files in his hands one by one, with a look of reminiscence on his face.
"Liu Yanliangyan, no wonder my father named me with the character 'Yan'. It turns out that the original raft had the character 'Yan' engraved on it."
Liu Yan, the tenth prince of the Yue Kingdom, was said to have been stillborn, but who knew that he was actually a victim of the power struggle at that time.
However, this child was not stillborn. Not only was she successfully born, but her mother also took her out of the palace on a bamboo raft. Later, she was met by Liang Xuan, and this was the beginning of her subsequent experience.
"All the past events are gone."
Liang Yan rubbed his eyebrows and bowed gently to the tablets of his ancestors in the ancestral hall, his face regaining its calm expression.
He turned around and opened the door and went out. It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring, when the warmth returned to cold. A sharp spring breeze blew in his face, and Liang Yan felt slightly in a trance.
But the next moment, his eyes became firm again.
"Liu Yan is dead, and now my name is Liang Yan!"
The man in gray smiled indifferently and pulled the door of the ancestral hall behind him with his backhand, locking all the past events inside this door.