Shortly after the Fire King left the second family, Zhang Wu and the others arrived.
Despite the three great masters, the three of them stood far away, stood on the high wall, and observed for a long time before approaching.
Liu Qing’s scheming should not be underestimated, and the power of mortals can also kill gods.
This yard has not been repaired since Zhang Wu fought with Lei Tiandao.
The ground of the yard collapsed, sharp spikes pierced through the ground, and the roof was smashed into a big hole, almost turning into ruins.
"There is a Feng Shui pattern that eliminates spiritual induction here."
Zhang Wu frowned, feeling the air was dull, and there was no sound of wind around, as if he had entered a closed space.
Looking at the yard, he popped out with a finger and knocked away the gossip mirror in the southwest corner of the yard with a bang. Suddenly, a refreshing night wind blew, making people feel very comfortable.
The three of them leaped onto the roof and looked through the big hole, and were stunned.
"Liu Qing was killed?"
Not only Zhang Wu was a little unbelievable, but Shi Bodi and Xiao Jingyi were also surprised.
"Maybe it's a stand-in."
Xiao Jingyi jumped down, frowned and picked up Liu Qing's head, and snatched it for a while on his face, but there was no human skin mask.
Then he activates his internal force, snatches Liu Qing's index finger, easily crushes the skull, and makes a blood hole.
Even if a martial artist has not practiced hard qigong, his bone density will be much higher than that of ordinary people after years of training.
If a martial arts master pretends to be a lie, you will know the truth and falsehood by touching your bones.
Zhang Wu jumped out, took out silver wire gloves from his arms, checked Liu Qing's headless body, frowned and said:
"Look at the direction where he fell and where his head rolled down, he should be facing the door before he died."
After looking at the butt marks on the stool and touching the dust on it, Zhang Wu frowned even tighter.
"After Liu Qing came here, he did not leave directly, and even sat on a stool. He should have talked to the person in front of the door, and then his head was cut off with a knife, which means that he knew this person, at least not completely unfamiliar, otherwise he was escaping and would definitely be the first.
When time leaves, there is no need to have the heart to talk nonsense.”
"Can it be the fourth brother?"
Xiao Jingyi asked with a frown.
Explain Bodhi says:
"It's not the fourth prince. He has been waiting for us in the palace and wants to kill us with that altar."
Zhang Wu nodded in agreement, pondered for a moment, and had an answer in his heart.
There are not many people in the world who can block Liu Qing here and predict his next move.
But who arranged the Feng Shui pattern in this yard that shields spiritual sensing?
It must not be Liu Qing.
He could not stay in this yard and wait for the three great masters to kill him. His life is important. At least he must leave the city and stay somewhere where the Feng Shui pattern is laid out in advance, so that he can feel at ease.
This pattern was not done by Liu Qing, so it could only be done by the one who killed him.
But why does this person block his mental sentiment?
"I'm afraid that the great masters will come after you and see your ulterior motives?"
Zhang Wu sighed in his heart, and a figure flashed through his mind. Suddenly, he was a little upset, so he could only shake his head and dispel his distracting thoughts and said:
"The person who killed Liu Qing should be the Mu King."
"How can I see it?" Xiao Jingyi was puzzled.
After thinking about it, Zhang Wu fabricated it:
"We didn't see him in the county magistrate's office, and there was no figure here. Where did he go?"
Xiao Jingyi was stunned, obviously not expecting this.
Zhang Wu answered:
"The Mu King commands the entire Shadow Guard. Liu Cangshan is dead. Liu Qing is out of power. It is hard to support him if he leaves only one Xiao Jingchen. As long as the Mu King kills Lao Liu, he can seize control of the Shadow Guard and turn himself over to become the lord in one fell swoop."
"It seems... there is some truth."
Xiao Jingyi seems to believe but not trust.
Shi Bodhi reveals a touch of intriguing expression.
Zhang Wu looked at the door and said:
"The person standing outside the door must be the King of Mu. If Liu Qing wants to leave, you have to go out and explore the way. This Feng Shui pattern is also arranged by Mu Wang. It takes time to kill Liu Qing to block our spiritual sense to avoid us chasing him.
Come here, lest you kill him."
"That's the reason."
Xiao Jingyi nodded in agreement.
Zhang Wu felt relieved in his heart, and got up and ran into Shi Bodhi's meaningful eyes.
A sudden heart broke out, and his face said:
"Senior brother, after this dynasty, the Liu family was destroyed. I think Shaolin can continue its inheritance for another hundred years."
"Thank you to your auspicious words, Shaolin will surely be prosperous forever."
The old monk smiled and was very satisfied with someone's statement.
Zhang Wu glanced at Shi Bodhi with a warning face and said:
"Let's go, let's go to the palace to see what kind of altar it is, and dare to make Xiao Jingchen have the ambition of one to three."
"You two go, I'm seriously injured, but I still won't go."
Xiao Jingyi coughed blood, and the white robe with white clothes and snow was stained with blood.
Zhang Wu and Shi Bodhi looked at each other and said:
"Since you don't want to go, we both don't go anymore. Why don't we go home and give this Yongchang City to the fourth brother?"
The old monk said:
"Big Prince, once we left, you were seriously injured and have no help. Be careful of the Fourth Prince."
Xiao Jingyi's face turned black.
The reason why the three of them walked together and did not disperse was that they gathered together and used each other.
When Zhang Wu and Shi Boti left, Xiao Jingyi needed to face the pursuit of the fourth son alone.
They have not left until now, just because everyone has a common goal and want to solve the fourth brother, but they don’t want to work hard...
With a cold snorting, Xiao Jingyi took the lead in leaving the house and walked towards the palace.
Zhang Wu and the others looked at each other and muttered behind them. After some bargaining, Zhang Wu finally took out three more spiritual pills, which blocked the old monk's mouth.
What you can think of can be thought of, others can also think of, especially an old monster over a hundred years old.
...
When the three of them arrived outside the high walls of the palace, the sky was already white, and a ray of morning light shone on the earth, dispelling the haze of the night.
Jumping onto the three-meter-high palace wall, the three of them took a deep breath at the same time.
Endless corpses scattered across the earth, and a strong smell of blood rose up to the sky, forming dark clouds in the low altitude of the palace.
The thirty-foot-meter-long radius of huge stone altar was poured with blood. On it stood a black palace, and a small turret on the top of the hall was inserted with a blood-colored sword three meters long, pointing directly to the direction of the Dakun Palace.
However, the tip of the sword has been cut off, and there are many corpses of barbarian masters on the top of the hall, all of which are killed by Jiang Bumi.
The order Zhang Wu gave him was to find a way to break the altar.
Jiang Bumi naturally didn't want to face Xiao Jingchen, but fortunately, the fourth brother left and went to the county magistrate's mansion, giving him a chance to take action.
As soon as the tip of the sword was broken, he lost his trump card, and Xiao Jingchen had to escape even if he rushed back to the palace.
"These eight high walls enclose the palace in the form of Bagua, accumulating the resentment and blood of all the civilians and men."
Shi Bodhicitta said:
"This formation cannot be broken. Even if a high wall collapses and the corpse plague energy is leaked, there will be a great epidemic in the world, and thousands of people will die!"
"Even if the high wall is not broken, the plague will gradually rise and float out. If not out of a month, this Yongchang City will probably become a dead city."
Zhang Wu pulled off a piece of cloth from the corner of his clothes, covered his mouth and nose as a mask, and also tightened his eyebrows, and asked Xiao Jingyi:
"Your ancestors should be aware of the harm of this altar. Why not stop it when it has not been built?"