The extremely luxurious golden carriage drove slowly through the streets with the people kneeling in worship. When it gradually faded away, General Long Ao breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the guards to continue moving forward.
Yun Mengxuan covered the car curtains, and the fierce look in her eyes faded a bit, but the fire of hatred in her heart grew stronger, and she just tried her best to stay calm.
Yuan Futu saw it and felt that this woman was much more powerful than he imagined, at least she had a calm temperament.
The direction in which the golden carriage was driving was where the Tianhai Palace was. A tall and thin middle-aged man was sitting on a wildebeest, following closely to the left and right. He had long brown hair, was dressed like a national master, and had a handsome face.
After some vicissitudes of life, I suddenly heard a cough coming from inside, saying: "Lord Poseidon, are you okay?"
A deep voice came from inside.
"Fortunately, it's just that this formation is much more complicated than I imagined. Given my current realm and condition, it's a bit difficult." After saying that, he started coughing again.
The middle-aged man said: "The base of the formation has been completed, and the formation pattern will probably be completed this time. Lord Poseidon's plan is only half a step away from success."
"I just don't know what the future of Poseidon Kingdom will look like after this half step." It sounded like the man sitting in the golden carriage didn't have much confidence.
"Lord Poseidon's magic circle should be infallible." The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said, "Just now I seemed to have seen General Long Ao's carriage."
"Long Ao... Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a few days."
"But the direction of the carriage is towards Poseidon Temple." The middle-aged man's eyes moved and he said meaningfully: "He has given up military power and has not set foot in Poseidon Temple for many years. I don't know why he is so interested today."
The voice fell into silence, seeming to be thinking, and then said: "Keep walking."
"Yes." The middle-aged man gave a command, and the team moved a little faster.
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Not long after, the Poseidon Temple was in sight, with a tall wall lying in front of it, blocking the way.
Outside the wall gate, dozens of palace guards were stationed. The steward of the General's Mansion stepped forward and showed his token. The guards looked surprised, but they did not block the carriage from entering.
Many years ago, although Long Ao was forced to give up his military power, his majesty was still there, and there were still many powerful officials in the palace who believed in him. Therefore, no one dared to provoke this accomplished general even if he had nothing to lose.
Not long after entering, Yuan Futu felt a powerful aura of the formation, like a rolling torrent hidden in the void air. It seemed that the formation that opened up the ruins of the Sea Emperor was nearby.
Zhanling Palace is an ancient palace built near the Poseidon Temple. Its history is even older than the Poseidon Temple itself, and the access to the Poseidon Relics is sealed inside.
Yuan Futu saw Yun Mengxuan looking thoughtfully at the majestic Poseidon Temple and said, "Is this your home?"
"My father used to receive all the ministers in this palace, and when I was a child, I hid behind his throne, just staring at his majestic back and listening to him giving orders..." Ten years later
Year, Yun Mengxuan came back here again, and couldn't help but recall the past, with a look of sadness on her brows.
Yuan Futu didn't want her to be too sad, so he changed the subject and asked, "How long will it take?"
Long Ao raised his head, looked at the blue palace, and said in a deep voice: "We are almost there."
The outside of the palace was heavily guarded, and the five-step post and ten-step post were filled with guards to avoid being recognized. Yun Mengxuan covered her face with black gauze, and she and Yuan Futu followed Long Ao up the steps and came to Zhan.
In front of the Spiritual Palace.
"Stop!" When several guards saw someone trying to approach the palace, they immediately drew their swords and blocked the way.
Yuan Futu looked at everyone and clenched his fists. With his strength, he could definitely knock everyone down easily, but this was always the Poseidon Temple, and there were many patrolling guards around. Once he was discovered, he would probably fall into a group attack.
situation.
At this moment, a voice came.
"presumptuous!"
I saw a burly man in his fifties walking over and said angrily: "He is General Long Ao, put your swords away quickly."
The guard commander's eyes were stern and he said: "Lord Poseidon has ordered that no one can come even half a step closer to Zhanling Palace, otherwise they will be killed without mercy. Besides, he no longer has the rank of general, and I am much higher than him in terms of status!"
Long Ao's face was as dark as water, and he remained silent.
The man in his fifties walked over and slapped the commander of the guards on the cheek. Although the force was not very strong, it made a crisp sound, which contained a strong sense of humiliation.
"Then my status is higher than yours?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he was extremely arrogant.
The guard commander gritted his teeth, but did not fight back. He said sharply: "Master Mengfang, although you have a high status, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot control our bodyguard department. Please stop."
The man named Meng Fang snorted coldly, took out a golden token from his sleeve robe, and said, "I wonder if this thing can control you."
When all the guards saw the token, their expressions changed greatly. They all knelt down and said in unison: "See Lord Poseidon."
"Lord Poseidon has approved General Long Ao's entry into Zhanling Palace, and specially granted him a token. You still won't get out of the way!"
The guard lowered his head very low. Over the years, Master Poseidon rarely gave tokens, let alone to this general who had given up military power and stayed away from the temple for many years. Although he doubted it in his heart, he did not have the courage to speak out.
Under the token, a slight slip of the tongue is a serious crime of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan.
Yun Mengxuan didn't want to delay here for too long, so she said, "Let's go in."
Long Ao nodded, ordered the guards to open the door of Zhanling Palace, and then walked in with everyone.
After the door closed again, Long Ao turned around, bowed deeply to Meng Fang and said, "Thank you very much."
Meng Fang shook his head solemnly, his hand holding the token trembling, and said: "You and I are friends of life and death, so why bother saying thank you."
"This token?" Long Ao was curious about how he got this Yuwen Xinghao's personal token.
Meng Fang said: "The token is fake, it's just a model, but I'm sure that bullshit guard doesn't dare to risk his life on its authenticity, so he can finally hide it."
After he finished speaking, he walked to Yun Mengxuan, knelt down and said, "My subordinate, Mongolia, is here to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."