The thunder arrow flew out, crashed into the ancient chariot, and penetrated the eighth prince's vest.
The arrow exploded and turned into a thunderball the size of a fist. Bolts of lightning were released from the thunderball, leaving a bloody hole the size of a bowl on the back of Hachioji.
"Whoa!"
A short, fat black figure rushed into the car, and with a flash of a knife, he cut off the eighth prince's head and put it into an animal skin bag.
He let out a sinister laugh, carried the bag, and rushed out of the ancient gazelle horse cart.
After a moment, it disappeared into the hazy night.
Yun'er noticed a strange noise and immediately controlled the ancient chariot to stop and called out: "Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, what happened just now? Your Highness, the Eighth Prince!"
She carefully opened the car curtain and saw a headless corpse sitting inside. The car was full of blood. It was extremely terrifying.
Yun'er let out a scream and fainted from fright.
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Two black shadows, one tall and one short, quickly shuttled through the royal city, and not long after, they arrived at the moat.
Han Qingluo had her hands behind her back, and her tall figure cast a long reflection in the moonlight.
She stood under the willow tree by the river, staring at the bright moon in the river, and said calmly: "Is the mission completed?"
"Reporting to Miss Han, the task is much easier than we thought. With one successful blow, he didn't even have a chance to fight back." The tall and thin man in black said.
Another short, fat man in black laughed and said: "What a young genius. He is so vulnerable. It's a complete joke."
Han Qingluo nodded lightly and said: "Both of you are both at the Great Perfection of Huang Ji Realm, and you are also professional killers. It is indeed not difficult to kill him. Did you bring the head?"
"Brought it!"
The tall, thin man in black took out the animal skin bag, placed it on the ground, opened the bag, and a bloody human head emerged from the bag.
Han Qingluo looked at the head in the bag, her face changed slightly, and she said coldly: "Are you sure the person you killed is the Ninth Prince?"
The tall, thin man in black and the short, fat man in black looked at the head in the bag and were shocked, only to realize that they had killed the wrong person.
They immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and said: "Miss Han, give us another chance, we will definitely cut off the Ninth Prince's head and send it to you."
"You have no chance!"
Han Qingluo shook her head and said: "You didn't kill the ninth prince, but you killed the eighth prince. For making such a big mistake, even I will be severely punished. Do you think you still have a chance to survive?"
"Miss Han, spare your life!"
"Miss Han, spare your life!"
Suddenly, the tall, thin man in black and the short, fat man in black jumped up at the same time, and attacked Han Qingluo as quickly as possible.
There was no other way. The mission failed and the eighth prince was accidentally killed. For making such a big mistake, the two of them would definitely be executed by Han Qingluo.
Since it's death, why not give it a try?
As long as Han Qingluo is killed, they will immediately escape from the royal city. From now on, the sky is high and the sky is high. As long as they hide, no matter how powerful the queen is, they may not be able to find them.
Han Qingluo is only at the Dzogchen Realm of Huangji Realm. The two of them join forces and take her by surprise, so there may not be a chance to kill her.
Han Qingluo smiled sarcastically, her fingers turned into claw shapes, and her nails became extremely sharp.
"puff!"
Her claws penetrated the chest of the tall, thin man in black and dug out a bloody heart.
The tall and thin man in black watched helplessly as his heart was crushed by Han Qingluo. He felt a pain in his heart and fell straight to the ground.
Then, Han Qingluo quickly struck out with her palm, and her palm was wrapped in a layer of ice energy.
"Wow!"
He swung his palm, sharper than the blade, and directly chopped off the head of the short, fat man in black.
They are both at the Great Perfection of the Huangji Realm, but Han Qingluo is much stronger than them. Even if seven or eight warriors of the Great Perfection of the Huangji Realm join forces, they may not be her opponent.
She specializes in killing skills, and once she strikes, she will draw blood with one blow.
"The killing of the eighth prince will definitely cause a huge shock in the royal city. There is no chance to assassinate the ninth prince. I must rush back to the palace immediately, report the news to the queen, and prepare a response strategy in advance."
Han Qingluo threw the two corpses into the moat, wiped the blood from her palms, turned into a blue shadow, and immediately returned to the palace.
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Zhang Ruochen communicated with Zorn and learned a lot about inscription patterns.
At the same time, Zorn also talked a lot about weapon refining, which made Zhang Ruochen somewhat interested in weapon refining.
Shan Xiangling continued to stay in the Mingwen Guild to learn weapon refining, while Zhang Ruochen left first.
After walking out of the Inscription Pattern Guild, Zhang Ruochen looked around, frowned slightly and said, "Where is Sister Yun'er? She won't go back to the palace first, right? She shouldn't!"
Zhang Ruochen didn't think much about it. After all, he was in Wu City and the public security was stable. Nothing would happen. He probably left in advance if there was an emergency.
Afterwards, he went to the pill market, intending to buy some high-grade pills to help him practice.
Came to Qingxuan Pavilion again.
As soon as he walked into the door, Mo Hanlin immediately came out with a smile on his face and said: "His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, you want to buy some elixirs again? The landlady has already given instructions that as long as His Highness the Ninth Prince buys elixirs, they will be treated as half price."
"The boss lady is so generous?" Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised.
Mo Hanlin squinted his eyes and smiled: "The boss lady is not so generous to everyone, and only His Highness the Ninth Prince can be treated like this."
Zhang Ruochen asked: "How much does a Sanqing Zhenqi Pill cost?"
The Sanqing Zhenqi Pill is a second-grade elixir that has the same effect as the Qi Gathering Pill, but is more than ten times more powerful. Moreover, the zhenqi cultivated by taking the Sanqing Zhenqi Pill is more powerful than the Qi gathered by taking the Qi Gathering Pill.
The true energy that comes out is purer.
"Five thousand silver coins, one." Mo Hanlin stretched out five fingers and shook them at Zhang Ruochen.
So expensive!
Even the top geniuses from big families cannot take this level of elixir every day. It is estimated that one will be given to them in half a year.
Both the weapon refiner and the alchemist are too profitable!
Zhang Ruochen said: "I want to buy ten."
"Ten Sanqing Zhenqi pills." After Mo Hanlin wrote it down, he said, "Ninth Prince, what other pills do you need to buy?"
"Give me another hundred second-grade blood pills." Zhang Ruochen said.
The blood pill purchased last time has been consumed and must be purchased again.
With Zhang Ruochen's current martial arts cultivation, he can already digest the blood energy of a second-grade blood pill.
Ordinary Huangji Realm Dzogchen warriors only take first-grade blood pills. However, Zhang Ruochen doesn't care about spending more money. As long as his cultivation level can be improved quickly, it is worth spending more money.
Although the price of second-grade blood pills is much more expensive than that of first-grade blood pills, it also has many more benefits for the body.
The blood energy of a first-grade blood pill can only provide a warrior with energy for one day. But a second-grade blood pill can provide a warrior with energy for three days.
"Second-grade blood pill, thirty silver coins each. A total of one hundred!" Mo Hanlin wrote it down again.
Zhang Ruochen continued to search on the counter. Suddenly, he saw a third-grade elixir that helps warriors temper their bodies, the Celestial Elephant Red Fire Pill.
The most urgent thing for Zhang Ruochen now is to improve his physical fitness. The stronger the physical body, the greater the help it will be in his future cultivation.
Think of cultivation as building a building, then the most important thing is the foundation. The stronger the foundation, the higher the building can be built.
Cultivation in the Huangji realm is to temper the physical body, open up the meridians, and lay the foundation for the warrior's future cultivation path.
"How much does one Tianxiang Red Fire Pill cost?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Mo Hanlin's eyes lit up and he said: "The Celestial Elephant Red Fire Pill is a third-grade elixir. It is made from the bone marrow and blood of Celestial Elephant. Moreover, it also contains Red Fire Lotus Seeds. The price is very expensive. Eighty thousand silver coins each.
"
No matter how expensive it is, Zhang Ruochen will still buy it.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "How many pieces are there in Qingxuan Pavilion?"
"Seven in total!" Mo Hanlin said.
"Okay! All sold!" Zhang Ruochen said.
Later, Zhang Ruochen purchased twenty more marrow cleansing solutions and a bottle of healing elixir.
Mo Hanlin held up the abacus and counted for a long time, then said: "Ten Sanqing Zhenqi Pills, fifty thousand silver coins.
One hundred second-grade blood pills and three thousand silver coins.
Seven celestial red fire pills and 560,000 silver coins.
Twenty portions of marrow cleansing solution, four thousand silver coins.
Ten pieces of holy nirvana and 20,000 silver coins.
The total adds up to... 637,000 silver coins. At half price, that's 318,500 silver coins."
Even though Zhang Ruochen had been mentally prepared, he was shocked to find that he spent more than 300,000 silver coins. The price of seven Celestial Red Fire Pills was too expensive. Fortunately, it was half price, which was within Zhang Ruochen's acceptance range.
"If I refine all seven Celestial Elephant Red Fire Pills, my physique will definitely reach the level of the previous life." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
After paying the 318,500 silver coins to Qingxuan Pavilion, Zhang Ruochen's assets were reduced to 800,000 silver coins, and all of them were stored in Wushi Bank.
Zhang Ruochen had just left Qingxuan Pavilion when he saw a group of armored soldiers riding war horses rushing past from the middle of the street, rolling up a large cloud of smoke.
A warrior next to him looked at the sergeant who rushed over and sighed in a low voice: "I don't know who is so brave as to kill the eighth prince. Now the whole city is under martial law, and even the entrance and exit of Wu City are closed!"
"The Eighth Prince was killed?"
Zhang Ruochen clearly remembered that he had met the Eighth Prince at the Mingwen Guild. Why was he killed not long after?
"Boom!"
A team of sergeants rushed over and knelt down neatly in front of Zhang Ruochen. Among them, the one at the front was an old eunuch, who said respectfully: "His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, the king calls you back to the palace immediately!"
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