A sigh came from the dragon chair. Li Yu looked up and felt a chill running down his spine.
"What are you doing!" Li Yu yelled angrily because he saw the woman kneeling on the ground holding a blood-red bead and stuffing it towards the person on the dragon chair.
This bead contains infinite fire spirit. Li Yu can feel that the power of fire spirit contained in it is purer than the magma in the Witch Temple.
The woman's angry shouting at Li Yu seemed as if she had not heard it. All her thoughts were focused on Chen Shuozhen's body.
The person on the dragon chair stood up slowly. She was very tall and her face was pale without a trace of blood, but her peerless grace could be vaguely seen.
A mysterious black dragon robe wrapped around his body. A sudden wind blew in the hall, causing the dragon robe to stick to his body and the brocade curtains to swing.
In her hand, she held a sword of cold light, and her whole body was like a powerful god, making people unable to help but have a heart of surrender.
The empress stood up on the dragon throne, waved her dragon robe, and Huo De opened his eyes and looked at Li Yu. The cold light in those eyes was like substance. When she glanced at him, Li Yu felt as if he was frozen in ice and shuddered.
Her eyes were cold and lifeless, but the woman at her feet had a fanatical look on her face.
"His Majesty!"
In a flash of cold light, Chen Shuozhen, who was wearing a dragon robe, cut off the neck of the fake person on the ground with a sword. Hot blood spurted out from the broken neck, but there was no trace of blood on the sword in her hand.
The woman's head rolled on the ground, with a pious expression still on her face.
Li Yu shook his head secretly in his heart. This poor woman lied to him and brought her to the Tianzi Tower, but she didn't know that the Holy Mother of the Red Sky was already dead.
The Emperor Wenjia she followed, the former Nine Heavens Profound Girl, is now just a cold corpse.
Li Yu had just comprehended yin and yang and experienced the heart of the Human Emperor in the illusion. Now when he saw her wielding the sword without hesitation, he couldn't help but said: "You have been a corpse for a long time. Even your killing instinct is controlled by others."
Chen Shuozhen's corpse looked at him coldly, without even a trace of fluctuation because of Li Yu's words.
Suddenly she swung her sword again and slashed at Li Yu. The sharp sword intent was like ten thousand years of ice, slashing towards Li Yu.
There was a bang, gold and stone clashed, fire splashed everywhere, and the sword struck the ground, making a clanking sound.
Li Yu had already ducked to the back, and at this time, the civil and military statues in the hall began to move again.
Li Yu felt a little dizzy, and an invisible force enveloped the hall.
"Zhou Tianxing Formation!"
Li Yu closed his eyes and did not look at the statue. Instead, he relied on the insights from Wu Hou's annotations and began to move his body.
As he walked, barely avoiding the statue every time, the dizziness gradually disappeared.
At this time, Chen Shuozhen, who was sitting on the dragon throne, was slowly walking down, holding the Emperor's Sword in his hand.
Li Yu didn't want to get entangled with him. He came to see Jiuyang Magic, not to make rice dumplings.
This Chen Shuozhen obviously refined her Dharma Body into a weapon after being harmed by others. There is no point in defeating her.
Although the corpse of the ninth true immortal only has the instinct of the body, it cannot be easily defeated.
Li Yu was preparing to escape from this hall and search for the Nine Yang Magic in the Tianzi Tower.
According to his experience, the illusion just now was probably the cause and fate mentioned by Fang La. When Fang La came in, he was a peasant boy with no power to tie a chicken. It was impossible for him to get it by beheading Chen Shuozhen's corpse.
Nine Yang Magic.
Li Yu now suspected that the idiot who was beheaded just now woke up the big zongzi somehow, which made him so unlucky.
He moved, and four more clones appeared on the spot, forming a small five-element array in the hall.
Chen Shuozhen waved his sword, and Li Yu felt countless electric lights dancing like silver snakes above his head, and bursts of thunder, and he began to dodge.
"Hey, can we discuss it? It's our first time meeting. Isn't it appropriate to pursue and fight like this?"
As Li Yu spoke, he was thinking of ways. Of course, he was not trying to communicate with the corpse, but he just hoped to contact the mastermind behind the corpse.
Unfortunately, there is no response
More and more clones were being killed, and Li Yu did not dare to continue to clone, because at this time, he had no way to return to Fengyue Baojian to replenish the power of the wood spirit.
Now his cultivation only allows him to clone a hundred times. Once the power of the wood spirit is exhausted, his spells will be greatly reduced.
Chen Shuozhen's swordsmanship is very simple, her steps are calm and unhurried, the wind is clear and the clouds are calm, and there is no smoke and fire, but her sword intention is deadly.
Li Yu turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow and saw Chen Shuozhen's dragon robe sleeves rolled up, revealing a white jade-like wrist.
On her wrist, there was a bracelet, and there was a blood-red bead in it.
This was the thing that woke up the big zongzi just now. Li Yu thought that as long as he took the beads, he might be able to calm her down.
He moved his fingers and stepped forward. If he were a living person, he would definitely have some doubts about this death-defying movement, but Chen Shuozhen didn't hesitate at all and slashed down with his sword.
The sword blade struck Li Yu's arm, and a large wound was still cut out of the Wu Ling's tempered body, and half of his Taoist robe was dyed red with blood.
This Li Yu turned out to be his real body. He took a hard blow, then moved his fingers and took off the bracelet with all his strength.
The moment the bracelet was taken off, Chen Shuozhen's body flew back to the dragon chair uncontrollably, and sat down firmly without moving.
Li Yu was holding on to the dragon pillar in the palace, breathing heavily. A stream of water spirit power flew out from his fingertips and lingered on his injured and hanging arm.
The injury slowly healed, but the water-character formula was still magical. He breathed a sigh of relief and finally calmed down the big zongzi.
The rice dumplings made from the corpse of the ninth true immortal are simply the best in the world of rice dumplings. To meet him is a bad luck for eight lifetimes.
He glanced at the bracelet he had torn off. Except for one crimson bead, the rest were black, lingering with the aura of prehistoric times and ancient times.
Li Yu put it away casually, and then looked at the dragon chair. At this time, the civil and military statues in the hall began to rotate again.
Li Yu was startled, "Are you coming again?"
However, this time the statue did not form a formation, and Li Yu was not dizzy. Just as he was preparing for the formation, a desolate bell rang, and there was a voice lingering in his ears.
"What is justice"
Hearing these words again, Li Yu felt as if he had lived in another world. He raised his head blankly, and was still surrounded by the vast and empty hall. The civil and military officials around him and the queen on the dragon throne were all silent.
"Who is asking?" Li Yu asked loudly, and after waiting for a long time, there was no answer.
"What is justice"
Li Yu couldn't figure it out. Could it be that this was a test in the Golden Palace? He was immediately in a dilemma: should he stick to his true intentions, or should he use Old Man Zhang's tactics?
Is this an open-book exam or a question paper?
After coming out of Juye County for so long and experiencing countless twists and turns, Li Yu couldn't help but ask himself: What is justice?
