After discovering that Quan Heyi was missing, Xiang Dongqing was furious in the palace at first. Only he knew that he was hiding his inner uneasiness.
He knew that there was only one person who could quietly rescue Quan Heyi in a palace that was heavily guarded and surrounded by many strong men.
But actually facing this person turned out to be not as simple and easy as what he said to Quan Heyi before.
However, before he found Quan Heyi, he still had a trace of fantasy in his heart. Until Song Zheng's words spread throughout Yong'an City.
Xiangdong Qian sat down on the ground in the main hall, the true emperor's deportment completely lost.
His father-in-law, Yuwen Taihao, the commander of the Shuangge Guards, displayed the aura of a super strong man and pulled him up unceremoniously, shouting lowly and trying to wake him up.
"His Majesty!"
Xiang Dongqing's eyes rolled around for a moment, as if he could see clearly who the person next to him was. Then he grabbed the last straw: "Guo Zhang! You will definitely protect me, right? You won't let Jue...
The emperor killed me!"
Yuwen Taihao didn't have much confidence. He had some understanding of Song Zheng's strength. He was older and would not be as arrogant as young people.
He reminded: "Your Majesty, if there is any back-up plan now that the matter is over, please start it as soon as possible!"
Xiang Dongqing nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you are right. I will contact them immediately and can't wait any longer."
He turned around and ran into the imperial study, then took out a closely guarded secret message of thousands of miles, and said: "Do it, otherwise it will be too late!"
After a full cup of tea, a voice from thousands of miles of secret words answered: "Okay."
Xiang Dongqing let out a long breath and slumped on the chair without moving. Yuwen Taihao waited for a while and couldn't help but remind him: "Your Majesty, Song Zheng is still waiting for you."
Xiang Dongqing screamed in fear: "I won't go! I won't go!" He even forgot to use my own name.
Yuwen Taihao couldn't help but frown, feeling that his daughter was not worth it: If you were not the true emperor and were so cowardly and incompetent, how could I marry my daughter to you.
"Your Majesty, the emperor has already spoken. If you don't go, I'm afraid he will kill innocent people."
Of course, Xiangdong Qing doesn’t have to go, as long as he can deal with Song Zheng: Can you summon the true emperor with just one word?!
But now Yong'an City simply does not have the ability to deal with the Duel Emperor. The only way is to show up obediently to Song Zheng in the east.
"I won't go!" Xiang Dongqing yelled again: "The life and death of other people has nothing to do with me! I will hide in the palace and wait for those people to deal with Song Zheng. I will still be the true emperor of Yong'an!"
Yuwen Taihao was secretly annoyed, but he did not dare to urge him to lean eastward. When he was in trouble, he suddenly looked up and saw a big hole in the sky of the palace, from which a big hand reached out towards
He leaned towards the east and grabbed it.
Yuwen Taihao was shocked: What kind of evil power is this? Unheard of!
He hurriedly rescued the True Emperor, yelled and wanted to fuse his three clones, and pulled the big hand into the void. Unexpectedly, he had just activated his spiritual energy, and the big hand just clasped his fingers to isolate him.
One bomb.
Boom
There was a great earthquake in the void. Yuwen Taihao's throat felt sweet, and a stream of blood spurted out with a pop. His majestic body flew dozens of feet backwards, breaking three palace pillars!
Yuwen Taihao fell to the ground and found that his whole body seemed to be scattered, and for a while he couldn't even lift up any spiritual energy.
The big hand easily grabbed the screaming Xiangdong Qing and retracted it into the bloody crack before disappearing.
Yuwen Taihao collapsed on the ground and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was horrified: Is this the Emperor's Defender? He is indeed invincible in the world!
Song Zheng became impatient and grabbed Xiang Dongqing out of the palace and threw it in front of him. Then he noticed that the guy had peed his pants.
"..." He was speechless for a while, and Quan Heyi on the side was even more disdainful: "Trash!"
Wang Jiu, a big talker, had no scruples and taunted the scholar: "What kind of vision do you have and what kind of thing did you choose? Can this guy be the emperor?"
Song Zheng touched his nose. He couldn't refute the fat man's words, but Mr. Song considered whether to let his son go out and teach this guy a lesson. Then he thought that Ya Xiaoyan was still here, so let him have some fat face.
He looked at Xiang Dongqing and said: "I know that the Twelve Imperial Cities have plans to deal with me. I will wait here to see what methods you have in mind."
Xiangdong leaned forward and knelt on the ground: "It's none of my business. I have always been grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be the true emperor. I'm nothing. It's all those people... God
Dragon City’s Guibeiliu and others planned it!”
Song Zheng secretly wondered. He had a good relationship with Gui Beiliu and recognized this person's character. Would he change like Bei Xiongwu and secretly plot against him?
After all, eighty years have passed, and he will not judge anything until he sees Guibiliu.
He sat down and thought carefully, and suddenly a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
The three girls, Pan Feiyi, smiled knowingly and seemed to understand something. Wang Jiu quietly said to Ya Xiaoyan: "The scholar is planning to trick people again. This was the case under the sky fire back then."
Quan Heyi was the only one who looked confused.
…
Outside Yong'an City, huge figures appeared one after another. They stood in the darkness without communicating with each other, as if they were waiting for someone. At dawn, a powerful being flew through the sky with spiritual energy.
When he arrived in front of everyone, he nodded to everyone and said solemnly: "We have been waiting for this moment for how many years."
"Eighty years ago, although he left, the title of the Emperor's Defender has been hanging over our heads like a sword. Now that he is back, he has brought not only fear, but also a person who will never cause future troubles.
Chance!"
He was quite excited, and the strong men of the Imperial City in the darkness also became energetic.
He walked out of the darkness and it was Song Zheng's former friend Gui Beiliu. He looked around and shouted: "Where is Piaomiao City!"
There was a loud rumbling sound in the void, a void portal was opened, and a huge ethereal city came out of it. There were seven old men with spiritual powers like suspended rivers standing on the top of the city. The leader said: "Everything is ready, just wait.
now!"
"Hahaha!" Guibiliu laughed heartily: "In that case, don't waste any more time, let us banish him completely!"
The first city lord of Piaomiao City nodded and said: "Your Excellencies, please return to your seats!"
On the wall of Piaomiao City, portals suddenly opened, like shrines. Every strong man, including Guibeiliu, entered them individually. In addition to Yong'an City, there were eleven more in the Twelve Imperial Cities.
The seven city lords, a total of eighteen people, just filled these "shrines".
They pressed their hands on the city wall and continuously poured their spiritual energy into it.
Piaomiao City shot up into the sky with a whoosh, almost as high as the sun.
In the condescending Misty City, a treasure mirror suddenly rose up, and a silver-white light shone from it, spraying tens of thousands of feet, covering the entire Yong'an City.
Song Zheng's eyes sparkled in the city: "The power of the void!"
That silver-white light can actually move the void, slowly expelling the entire Yong'an City into the endless void!
"What a plan." Song Zheng chuckled: "I didn't expect that in the past eighty years, the land of no return has also made rapid progress, and has been able to open the void portal with spiritual energy."
Wang Jiu shook his head and said: "How can we sit still and wait for death?"
As soon as he finished speaking, black threads suddenly emerged from Song Zheng's body. Thick fear emanated from these threads, and they were densely entangled like a cocoon, shrouding Song Zheng and the others.
Song Zheng nodded slowly and looked at the source of those black threads: Son of God.
This was a treasure given to him by the ancient god Milte and the God of Fear in the Ancestral Emperor's Tiankeng.
At that time, the other party showed an open-mindedness that "a man's words are good even when he is about to die" and gave him a gift. With this son of God, he could use several of his magical powers.
But Song Zheng knew the ancient gods very well, and always felt that being able to enter the Land of No Return was at least the main god level. Would he be willing to dissipate so easily?
Afterwards, he never used this God-like Son. It was not because he was suspicious, but because with his own strength, he was already invincible in the Land of No Return and had no chance to use it. Now it seems that the number of times he has used it
The more of them there are, the stronger the binding of this Son of God will be on him at this time.
He originally only had "doubts" about this matter, but after arriving in Yong'an City, Xiang Dongqing kept emphasizing that the Twelve Imperial Cities were absolutely sure to deal with him. Song Zheng reviewed his experience in Wugui.
After the experience in the land, this son of God seems very abrupt.
Guibeiliu, who was commanding Piaomiao City, saw a huge black cocoon emerging from the city and knew that his plan had been successful. He said with great joy: "Please work together, victory is in front of you. From now on, this world will be yours."
mine!"
Others were also overjoyed, and continued to increase the input of spiritual energy. The white light shining on the mirror became more intense, and it had completely enveloped the entire Yong'an City. The city wall began to shake, and was about to be completely uprooted into the endless void.
Song Zheng shook his head in disappointment, thinking that there was some deep-hidden conspiracy or a powerful way to defeat the enemy, but it turned out that it was just a bad idea to banish him through the air instead of facing a head-on confrontation.
"Not a good man." He commented on the ancient god Myrte.
Then he casually pulled off the black silk threads on his body, and they broke easily all over the floor.
Then, he raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, as if he was holding something and twisted it gently, and the void portal that was being prepared was immediately closed.
The silver-white light shining on the mirror in Piaomiao City cracked like glass.
In Piaomiao City, everyone changed their colors and asked, "What's going on?"
Chapter completed!