"Your Highness." The strong cultivator beside him stepped forward and called King Zhenjiang: "Song Zheng's behavior is childish and stupid. It will not cause any harm to His Highness..."
King Zhenjiang interrupted him: "You are wrong." He seemed to understand Song Zheng's plan: the cooperation between the Supervisory Yuan and the Criminal Court would be a dead end. No matter whether he cooperated with their investigation or not, there would be no good results.
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Although he didn't know how devastating this little thief's plan was, he knew that the only one who could help him now was the emperor.
What if we continue to quarrel with Song Zheng's men on the streets and win a complete victory? Send out force repairmen to shoot down a few of the lowest servants like just now?
The majestic King of Zhenjiang cannot afford to lose this person.
For this plan, Song Zheng abused the official weapons of the court, so he could only rely on the most powerful person in the court. He quickly said: "Enter the palace!"
"Your Highness..." The people around him still didn't understand and felt that it was not serious, but King Zhenjiang looked stern and gave the order before walking towards the carriage, and the others hurriedly followed.
However, a crowd of people gathered around the carriage of King Zhenjiang. After traveling more than a hundred feet, a group of arresters appeared on the street in front of him.
They were wearing the bright red uniforms of the Criminal Court, holding iron chains, shackles, rulers and other torture instruments. The leader was He Hu.
"Your Highness." He Hu took a step forward: "I injured the gentleman and fled in fear of crime?"
A group of confidants were furious and rushed forward and said angrily: "That's nonsense. Who do you think the Criminal Court is? You dare to summon relatives of the emperor? You are so bold as to issue a sea arrest document to His Highness!"
We will go to the palace right now and ask Your Majesty to administer justice and abolish the Criminal Court and the Supervisory Yuan, which are your troublemakers!"
"Go away quickly. If you don't understand, you and He Hu will be jailed in the future."
He Hu saw more and more people watching around him, and felt that the heat was almost there. He shouted in a deep voice: "Your Highness, do you really want to resist arrest?"
The door of King Zhenjiang's carriage opened, he sat in it, and said calmly: "He Hu, you are behind the gate, and the whole family is loyal. I will give you a chance: you are not allowed to participate in this kind of battle. Leave quickly, I, king."
Let bygones be bygones."
He Hu sneered and waved his hand forward, just like when the fighting beast Xiuqi charged: "Take it!"
The policemen behind him swarmed up, and the guards of King Zhenjiang laughed angrily: "What a ungrateful fool." The strong cultivator stepped out just now, and with a push of his hand, violent energy rushed out, like a
A big river washed away the police officers who were just in the fate-knowing realm. Some of them hit the houses on the street, some flew up to the flagpole of the neighborhood, and some fell dozens of feet. When they fell, they were already dead.
Spurting blood and being seriously injured.
He Hu's expression changed, he took out a command talisman and shouted loudly: "The fugitive is resisting arrest, he is powerful, please support me!"
The King of Zhenjiang couldn't help but sneer: It's finally time to meet Tu Qiongdagger, but you don't know, this is exactly what I want!
He pressed his hands to stop the people who wanted to continue to rush to capture He Hu, and said to He Hu meaningfully: "I gave you a chance, General He. You not only ruined your life, but also ruined your life."
The future of the entire He family."
Around the carriage, the guards and confidants all looked at He Hu mockingly and ferociously, as if they were confident of winning, they were high and mighty.
He Hu remained unmoved. After sending the player's signal, he stood safely in the long street and drew out his silver gun: "Your Highness wants to pass by, you must run over He's body!"
The King of Zhenjiang was not in a hurry to act, he seemed to be waiting.
On the long street, someone came carrying a sword.
Fan Jianshen.
On the roof behind He Hu, an empty wine jar was thrown down and smashed into pieces. Someone stood up unsteadily from the roof, a sloppy old man with a knife hanging loosely on his waist.
The ancestors of Taiya Shuangzhao also slowly stepped out of the shadows.
In the distance, Xiao Zhen and Shi Yuanhe came with Song Zheng.
The King of Zhenjiang laughed heartily and said: "Is this all the strength of your Song Zheng?"
Fan Zhenguo drew his sword and drew people from both sides on the long street into the void battlefield. The void battlefield was transparent, and the entire capital could see the upcoming battle for the country above their heads.
Song Zheng said: "Your Highness, if you have any means, please use them freely."
The King of Zhenjiang nodded and said: "Yes, no matter what the strategy is, this is the world of cultivators after all. In the end, it must be solved with true strength."
He looked through the void battlefield and looked in a direction, where the aura was gradually condensing, huge and majestic, like a god coming to the world.
Senior Zhenguo is the "true god on earth" to this world.
King Zhenjiang faced Song Zheng with a smile and asked: "How?"
No matter how many ordinary townspeople face a senior townlord, they will only end up being crushed, just like no matter how many peak ancestors face a townlord, they will only end up defeated.
At this level, the gap in realm can no longer be bridged by quantity.
The King of Zhenjiang stared at Song Zheng's face, unwilling to let go of any subtle expression. He wanted to see the whole process of Song Zheng's transformation from calmness to panic. This process of enjoying victory was a reward for his hard work and courage.
But he never saw this from Song Zheng's face. Song Zheng was indifferent, looking at the huge aura that was gathering in that direction, then he turned his head slightly, nodded to Fan Zhenguo and said: "Please come in, His Highness the King of Nine Lives."
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Fan Zhenguo waved the divine sword in his hand, and the void battlefield expanded. When he reached the huge aura money, the Nine-Life King happened to show his true form.
King Zhenjiang frowned: How did Song Zheng know he was the Nine-Ming King?
This plan is extremely secretive, and even among his closest confidants, few people know about it. Could it be a guess? The Nine Ming King had an enmity with Song Zheng at the base camp of Shenjin Mountain, so it seemed not surprising that he could guess it.
But... King Zhenjiang always felt a little uneasy. He was sure that he could win before, but after defeating Song Zheng and taking his place, the emperor would be nothing more than his own puppet.
The Nine-Ming King has the Emperor's Holy Purpose at her disposal, so Hui Yi Gong cannot take action against her. Song Zheng, a senior ruler of the country, is no match in any case.
This plan is foolproof and maximizes one's own advantages.
King Zhenjiang thought about it again and felt that there was indeed no loophole. He was a little too careful.
The King of Nine Lives looked at Song Zheng from a distance, smiled coldly, and stepped into the void battlefield: "Hey, hey, boy Song Zheng, we will never meet again! There is an account between you and me that it is time to settle."
Behind the Nine Ming King, there are four ordinary Zhenguo from the Barbarian Demon Tribe.
Song Zheng looked at them and nodded slightly: "In this way, great things can be accomplished."
He smiled and said to the King of Nine Lives: "Originally, things were a bit troublesome, but I didn't expect that it would be you who could solve several major issues at once. I sincerely thank His Highness the King of Zhenjiang."
The uneasiness in King Zhenjiang's heart rose again, but he immediately roared: "Song Zheng, when death is imminent, he still wants to make up his mind! No senior Zhenguo in the world can help you.
The Seven Kill Demon Emperor, the Sword Tomb Fairy, and the Changkong Marquis will not enter Hongwu easily without an invitation. His Royal Highness, the Nine Ming King, holds His Majesty's Imperial Decree and is an enemy of her in Hongwu territory, which is equivalent to being an enemy of the Hongwu Celestial Dynasty.
Their identities are sensitive, and they each represent the country and tribe. They will not ignore national affairs because of their friendship with you!
It is even more impossible for Your Excellency Hui Yi Gong to take action. His disobedience to the imperial edict is tantamount to destroying his own foundation!"
Song Zheng shook his head: "It's not them." He bowed towards the void and said: "Welcome to Senior Zhong!"
Another person walked out of the void and said with a hearty smile: "Hahaha, I have been watching in the dark for a long time. Mr. Song is really patient and has been dealing with the clown for such a long time."
Zhong Yundai!
Senior Zhenguo!
Hui Yi Gong, Seven Kill Demon Emperor, Sword Tomb Fairy, and Changkong Marquis are all inconvenient to take action. It doesn't matter, Zhong Yundai has broken through and escaped.
Which one is stronger, the newly promoted Zhong Yundai, or the weakest one among the seniors, the Nine-Life King? In fact, it doesn’t matter anymore. Even if they were evenly matched, the King of Zhenjiang would lose.
The Nine-Ming King looked at Zhong Yundai with a look of disdain on his face: "A senior man is so burdened by power that he is willing to bow his head and obey the orders of a man who manipulates power!"
Zhong Yundai said calmly: "Senior Shangti Tianxin, of course, must know how to repay kindness. It was Mr. Song who helped me lay a solid foundation and have the hope of being promoted to senior.
During my retreat, I failed many times, and Daoji was already on the verge of collapse. It was Master Song again who sent me a crucial treasure, so that I could survive the desperate situation and make further progress to become the senior leader.
Mr. Song has made a small request to root out the traitors in the court and repel the foreign enemies. As a man of Hongwu, how can I refuse? How dare I refuse?"
The Nine Lives King was stunned. Zhong Yundai was able to successfully pass the test because of Song Zheng? How could he, a boy whose true strength was only the peak ancestor, be able to control the country and pass the test?
She took a deep look at Song Zheng: "Little thief, what kind of treasure did you get when you destroyed the new world, and how dare you hide it from a group of veterans?"
Song Zheng said calmly: "All the seniors know what I have gained. Senior Zhong also happens to be practicing the power of thunder."
The Nine-Ming King immediately understood that Song Zheng gave part of the original divinity of Lei Zhan, the God of Thunder, to Zhong Yundai! Only then could Zhong Yundai be reversed and become a senior.
With Song Zheng's current level of cultivation, it only took him an instant to return to the capital from Shenjin Mountain. He sent a message back to the General Administration Office and told the date of his return because he had to go to Jiangnan in the meantime.
After Lei Zhan became a god, he thought of this possibility, so he took this opportunity to send a little bit of his original divinity. Zhong Yundai used his own cultivation and spiritual formation to seal off the Pinghu Tower in retreat, but he could not stop the divinity.
And Song Zheng also understood that what Zhong Yundai needed was a little "inspiration" and an "opportunity". He didn't ask for much about the original divinity. He only took a little, which had little impact on Lei Zhan's "distraction".
Sure enough, after this bit of original divinity was sent in, Zhong Yundai immediately became energetic and was promoted to senior level overnight. However, Song Zheng asked him to suppress all visions and immediately escaped into the void to hide.
He had a premonition that there would be trouble in the capital, and Mr. Zhong Yundai was his real back-up man.