"It is indeed a troubled time. We are preparing to take action against the West, but on the other hand, some people want to take over our Chinese army. Tomorrow I will go to Xiangguo Temple and ask for the Eight Great Vajras. They should repay the favor I had done back then."
With a sigh, Ye Chaoyang's words were quite emotional.
Here, Ye Zhiqiu listened to his father's words and felt a lot more at ease.
The so-called Eight Great Vajras are the external combat power of Xiangguo Temple, and each one of them is extremely powerful.
If they are willing to take action to protect Zhongnanhai, it will not be so easy for the enemy to succeed.
During the Cultural Revolution, Xiangguo Temple, including the temple, was almost demolished by a group of people. It was his father who used some means to preserve the foundation of Xiangguo Temple for thousands of years.
Therefore, the other party also owes a favor to his father.
More than twenty years ago, in order to find Emperor Ye, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple made a divination, which was regarded as returning a favor.
There is one remaining favor that my father has not allowed to be honored over the years, but this time I have to let it be honored for the sake of those people in Zhongnanhai.
Although Buddhism does not care about worldly affairs.
However, these eight vajras are excepted. The eight are the guardian kings of the Buddhist Holy Land, specializing in killing.
In their Buddhist terms, it means eliminating karma in the world!
However, from Ye Zhiqiu's point of view, it is unclear whether this is really the case. To put it in a popular way, it feels like using violence to fight violence.
However, no matter what, these Eight Great Vajras are indeed an extremely powerful fighting force. If someone who is short-sighted were to send them to them, they would probably be destroyed in minutes as karma.
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The night was as cold as water, and suddenly it began to rain lightly in the middle of the night in Paris. There was a moist atmosphere in the air. Through the rain curtain, you could see the lights of the bustling city in the distance.
And through the rain curtain, Emperor Ye also saw the murderous intention hidden in the dense forest surrounding the Atlantis Manor.
It was like this icy air, slowly approaching the manor from a distance, carrying a bone-chilling chill.
"It's almost two o'clock!"
Next to her, Mia walked over and whispered something. Not long ago, Emperor Ye told her the news that someone was going to assassinate Mislow tonight.
This made her nerves, which had been soothed, become tense again.
Emperor Ye asked her to go to sleep. She tossed and turned and did not fall asleep. She got up again and came over, bringing a black cloak to Emperor Ye.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet? I'm here for you. Don't worry too much."
Gently rubbing Mia's purple hair, Ye Huang expressed love and affection.
"If it were you, could you sleep?"
Looking at Ye Huang, Mia said with a hint of anger, "You might as well not tell me, maybe I can sleep."
"I didn't think carefully. Is the old man awake?"
"Wake up! I just drank a bowl of ginseng soup, and now I look much better."
"Well, let the old man stay in the house, and I will take care of it outside."
"Although I am fifty or sixty years old, I am not ready to hand over my life yet. Since there are people who want to die, just come. You kid, you really treat me like a waste."
After a few slight coughs, the rich and slightly hoarse voice of the old man Mislow sounded behind him.
Looking back, the old man walked over wearing a cloak similar to that of Ye Huang. Compared to a few hours ago, he seemed to look much better now.
"Haha, I don't dare to underestimate you, old man. I just feel that you don't need to take action on this matter. We young people can settle it."
With a chuckle, Ye Huang took a few steps forward and touched the old man's wrist to check for a pulse.
"Why don't you eat that sea soul? I'm sure it will be more effective than that ginseng soup."
Before this, Ye Huang had suggested that the old man take Haihun directly, believing that the injuries on his body would be restored to normal soon, but he refused.
"You kid, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you're not a family! You got a lot of sea souls in Pompeii, but those things are for life-saving purposes. My injury can recover on its own after two days of rest. I can't wait for these two days?"
"
He smiled, knowing that Emperor Ye meant well, but as the leader of a large family, Misluo understood the hardships of being a clan leader.
The genius treasure can indeed easily recover all injuries on the body, and even improve its own strength to a certain extent.
However, the treasures of genius are hard to come by, so use them as soon as you can.
"What my father means is that in a while, the Poseidon Treasure will be opened. By then, these things will be used and will have the effect of reversing the situation."
On the side, Mia explained.
She had also suggested it before, but her father rejected it for the same reason.
"I didn't think carefully, but old man, you really don't need to take action tonight."
Although Ye Huang despised the killer sent by the Holy Court in his heart, after dealing with him over the years, he understood how terrifying this organization was.
In addition, the old man himself is very strong, so the strength of the person who comes to assassinate him is not much weaker.
Moreover, with so many eyes and ears outside, they also knew that tonight, with myself, my aunt, and the others, it would be a fierce battle.
"Come to kill me, I won't take action, and you will let me be a coward? If word spreads, will I, Mislow, still be around?"
Mislow's eyes revealed strong self-confidence, "Even if I am really sick, they think they can just pluck the tiger's hair. Tonight, I will let him understand that I, Mislow, can not kill anyone."
Go."
"But old man, your body, in case..."
The old man's body has not fully recovered. If he is seriously injured again, it will really be more gain than loss.
"Boy, don't worry about it. I know my own body well and will wait for them to come."
"By the way, are they still in meditation?"
"Well! I took a look just now. According to this situation, they may have to enter samadhi for two or three days!"
Nodding, just before, Ye Huang went to visit his aunt and Qinglong. It seemed that the teachings given to them by the old senior had a great effect. At this moment, both of them had entered a deep trance, even the body protection around them
All the Gang Qi was also restrained, and I started practicing with all my strength.
Ye Huang had never encountered this kind of situation with these two people before.
According to the vigilance of the two of them, it is impossible not to release the body-protecting Qi while practicing.
The only strength of this approach was that they all reached the point of breakthrough and needed to use all their energy to break through the shackles!
"It seems that the words of the old senior really have an effect on them. Anyway, let them practice hard. When the Poseidon Treasure is opened, they will play an even greater role."
Taking a deep breath, Mislow exhaled a stale breath and looked at the rain curtain outside.
"Rain war! It's been so many years since I've had a real open battle with someone, but I'm somewhat hopeful. Mia."
"Father."
"Wake up all the servants and ask them to hide in the basement. I don't want irrelevant people to be harmed."
"yes!"
Mia agreed and turned around to arrange the arrangements.
However, at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the distant woods, which made her stop in her tracks.
Looking back, Emperor Ye and his father's expressions instantly became serious.
"What are you doing standing around, go quickly!"
After shouting to their daughter, Misluo and Ye Huang looked at each other and rushed out of the hall into the rain.
By the time they went out, there were already figures in several directions beside the wall of the manor in the distance. Stephen, Fasi, Keser and the others were already strangled with them.
There were already many corpses lying on the ground.
"Not from the Holy Court!"
Ye Huang, who rushed over, leaned over and looked at the clothes of the corpse on the ground and made a judgment.
"It's from the Holy Court!"
"yes?"
The old man's words surprised Ye Huang.
"In the entire West, except for the three major organizations, any organization may be a minion of the Holy Court! These are just cannon fodder."
"Don't say so much, just kill first!"
With a cold snort, the old man took out the Poseidon Trident and killed the crowd.
Ye Huang hurriedly followed up, the cold edge flying in his hand, and with three puffs of puffs, he directly wiped the necks of the three killers who had just leaped over the wall.
Looking at the other side, the trident in the old man's hand also flew, killing four or five people in just a few seconds.
The efficiency is actually much higher than his.
"The old man refuses to accept old age!"
Ye Huang sighed in his heart, became very proud, and rushed into the crowd unwilling to lag behind.
"Brother! They are all trash. Why did you and the old man come out? Let us solve it."
While killing, Stephen said jokingly.
"Kill them first. These are just the first batch of cannon fodder. I don't think you can get involved in the rest!"
With a slight snort, Ye Huang quickly reminded him of Stephen's relaxation of vigilance.
One of the biggest reasons why these guys didn't improve as fast as themselves and enter the top ten killers was that they were a little arrogant.
Once you feel you have the upper hand, you feel a little lost.
Upon hearing what Ye Huang said, Stephen, Fasai, Keser and Bai Xiong looked much more serious in an instant.
The movements in his hands that were still frivolous became much faster, and in a short time, a large piece of them was killed.
In less than five minutes, hundreds of corpses were lying in front of the entire manor.
The five Ye Huangs were originally born as killers. The principle of a killer is to kill people. They don't pay attention to too fancy skills. Killing is the first priority.
Therefore, the moves that Ye Huang and the five others used to attack were either aimed at the chest and heart, or at the throat, without any unnecessary movements.
On the other hand, the old man Mislow is also a ruthless character. He lightly poked the opponent's throat with the trident in his hand, causing blood to spatter, and he didn't care.
It has quite a bit of a murderous feel to it.
However, tonight the Holy Court was originally directed at him, so the number of people surrounding him was also the largest.
In addition, the old man was injured and could not use all his strength. It seemed a bit difficult to deal with dozens of people.
Ye Huang roared directly and charged in. A few charging attacks disrupted the people surrounding the old man!
"Old man, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm just pretending, there are people outside looking at us!" The moment he turned around, Mislow blinked at Ye Huang, his eyes shining brightly,
