There was silence in the Guoshi Mansion. Zhang Yi glanced at the old man Qianshan who was lying in the corner, and then left quickly to prepare for Luo Chen to enter the palace tomorrow.
The golden liger beast was entrenched in front of the room, guarding Luo Chen. The aura of the monster beast at the peak of the Cicada Realm dispersed, and all the warriors of the Imperial Palace put away their thoughts.
This is a monster at the peak of the Cicada Realm. It can kill countless peak Cicada warriors with just a single move. Even if a first or second level warrior flies into the air, they may be seriously injured when facing a peak Cicada Monster.
It took a long time for the old man Qianshan to stand up slowly. He glanced at the room where Luo Chen was sitting bitterly, knowing that he had been careless. What kind of junior was this? He was simply a peerless strong man. Although his cultivation was not as good as his, his strength was
But far beyond.
The news about the instability of his spell seeds has spread, and he can no longer stay in the Imperial Palace. Old Qianshan can only pack up his things and leave, otherwise his enemies will find him and he will die without knowing how.
Soon after, Old Man Qianshan left, and the other warriors in the Guoshi Mansion felt the pressure. Luo Chen, a god of death, suddenly moved in, and they always felt that something would happen.
At the same time in the room, Luo Chen sat cross-legged on the futon and began to calculate the condensation of magic seeds and swordsmanship seeds. As for the luxurious decoration of the room and various precious antiques, he completely turned a blind eye.
Generally, warriors condense spell seeds, or sword cultivators condense sword skills seeds directly. This will inevitably lead to problems. For example, Qianshan Old Man, the other party's luck is pretty good. Although the spell seeds are unstable and have cracks on them, they are finally successful.
Well, there are still many third-level Cicada mortal warriors or sword cultivators who had accidents in the process of condensing spell seeds and sword skills seeds, and then failed to deal with them in time, and finally ended up dead.
What Luo Chen wants to condense are special seeds that are more powerful than magic seeds and sword skills seeds. Only the ancient chaos gods and a few powerful gods in ancient times have succeeded. Both the difficulty and danger are far higher than ordinary magic seeds and sword skills seeds.
Therefore, we must be fully prepared, calculate in advance, find out what might happen, and then make up for it. Although we cannot guarantee safety 100%, we can at least increase the probability of success.
Pieces of spiritual stones were put into the tomb, and they began to make crazy calculations. There were more than a hundred ways to condense them in one thousandth of an instant, but every one of them had loopholes, and in the end it pointed not to success, but to death.
"I don't believe it!" Luo Chen was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, he was more cautious and used the tomb to make some calculations in advance. If it were condensed directly, the few methods in his mind would probably be enough to kill him hundreds of times.
Buzz!
The tomb is running at a high speed, and various mysterious auras are emitted, which is much more magical than when calculating magic and condensing the God Burial Talismans.
After calculating 19,999 ways, the tomb began to vibrate. This was a feasible way, but the success rate was only one thousandth.
"Too small!" Luo Chen shook his head. A one-thousandth chance was almost equivalent to death. This method was unreliable, so he continued to calculate.
The calculation process was very time-consuming, complicated, and difficult. It took several hours to find more than a dozen successful methods, but none of them had a success rate higher than 10%.
"I don't believe it!" Luo Chen snorted coldly. Since the tomb can calculate a success rate of close to ten percent, it can definitely calculate a success rate of twenty, thirty, or even higher.
Just when Luo Chen was urging the tomb to figure out how to condense the special seeds, in a mansion in Yiyang City, a middle-aged man was getting angry.
The middle-aged man is wearing a black robe, with a black dragon embroidered on his chest and back, and auspicious cloud patterns on his lower body and arms. This kind of attire is either a marquis or a prince.
In front of the middle-aged man stood several servants wearing coarse linen clothes, looking at the man with trembling bodies.
"Damn it, damn it, what kind of patrolman is so brave, he actually dares to cut off my son's arms and hurt my life." The middle-aged man roared, this man is Ying Zhuang's father, a famous man around King Qin, an important minister of the imperial court, Wu An
Hou Yingguan.
Marquis Wu'an was originally handling government affairs in his mansion, but suddenly someone came to tell him that Ying Zhuang's arms had been chopped off, his life was in danger, and he had been sent to the royal family.
Marquis Wu'an was extremely angry when he heard the news. If Ying Zhuang hadn't been seriously injured and needed the help of a golden elixir warrior to save him, he had to go to the imperial city to see his ancestor. He would have led his people into the Imperial Palace to find
Luo Chen is in trouble.
I don't know whether it was because of Wu'an Hou's good luck or because Ying Zhuang's life should not have been cut off, but the ancestor of the royal family who had been in seclusion for many years actually came out of seclusion for a moment and saved Ying Zhuang.
After all this was dealt with, Marquis Wu An calmed down. Luo Chen was an inspector sent by the Luo Shen Sect and there must be no conflict. If he had gone there recklessly, the end would probably not be much better.
That was a killing god, and he and his fellow disciples all killed him. For an outsider like him, who was only a warrior at the sixth or seventh level of Cicada, he could be killed with just a wave of his hand.
"Hmph!" Marquis Wu An snorted coldly. "What about the inspector? If you dare to hurt my son, I will make you unhappy. If you cannot complete the tasks assigned by the sect, you will also be punished."
"Come here!" Marquis Wu An shouted to the door.
Whoosh!
Soon, two fully armed soldiers rushed in. They were both high-level warriors at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation, with powerful auras.
"Go and tell the generals guarding the inner city and the imperial city that they are not going to let the patrol officer enter the palace to see the emperor without my order." Marquis Wu'an said coldly, deciding to embarrass Luo Chen and let him know the consequences of offending him.
"Yes!" The two soldiers were about to leave after receiving the order, when a figure rushed into the room and said loudly.
"Master Hou, you absolutely must not!"
The visitor was wearing a blue robe and was very young. He was a retainer of Marquis Wu'an. He was only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, but he was one of the smartest people in the Qin Kingdom.
"Mr. Wang, why are you here?" Marquis Wu An looked at the young man who appeared, a little unhappy.
"Master Marquis, the Luo Shen Sect has not sent out inspection envoys for many times. This time, an inspection envoy suddenly arrived, and he is also a murderer. If you organize him to meet with the Holy Lord, you will offend the Luo Shen Sect and this murderer. When the time comes, you will not
You know what is going to happen." The young man said hurriedly. "So the Marquis must not offend the other party."
"Hmph, what kind of inspector is he? Isn't he just a young boy?" Marquis Wu'an snorted coldly and did not listen to the young man's advice at all. He waved the two soldiers down to deliver the order, and then left the room himself.
Looking at Hou Wu'an's back, the young man shook his head secretly, his eyes dim, as if he had seen the end of Hou Wu'an.