Zhang Yuanqing did not raise the trumpet, and the trumpet blurted out on its own.
Guan Ya, Brother Red Rooster and the Master of the Killing Palace all withdrew their weapons one after another.
When she heard someone calling her name, Sun Miaomiao was startled again. The sword ball in her palm that was ready to be fired briefly calmed down. She glanced at the crowd in confusion and said hesitantly:
"you."
Her eyes fell on the small speaker in Zhang Yuanqing's hand, and she recognized it as Princess Yinyao's beloved toy. She was immediately shocked and said: "Yuanshi Tianzun?!"
Her expression became even more confused. She looked left and right, from the unfamiliar faces to the scene of the fierce fight, and said blankly:
"Why am I here, why are you here. What happened?"
It’s really Sun Miaomiao!
Sun Miaomiao, who had drifted out of contact in the dungeon, was finally found. Everyone was relieved and immediately told Sun Miaomiao the whole story.
During this process, Sun Miaomiao took out the source of life liquid to treat her injuries. She had seven or eight wounds, two penetrating wounds, and her heart was cut in half by the palace owner's palm knife.
Even for a sixth-level Night Wanderer, such an injury is considered serious. If you don't use the source of life liquid and rely solely on self-healing, it will take a while.
Sun Miaomiao was stunned when she heard half of it. She didn't expect that so many things happened while she was "unconscious".
Brother Hong Ji interjected in disbelief, interrupting everyone's narration: "How did you become the lackey of the Imperial Master? You stabbed me this morning. Didn't you recognize Yuanshi Tianzun's props?"
He couldn't believe that Sun Miaomiao could be so stupid, even stupider than Jiang Jingwei.
Sun Miaomiao frowned:
"I don't know anything. As soon as I entered the dungeon, I received a task prompt saying that I was hit by the 'soul-sealing spell' and could not move. The main task was to survive the erosion of the soul-sealing spell for ten days, and the side task was to break through.
Seal, I suddenly woke up just now, I thought I broke through the seal."
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed: "You have been sleeping? Then who was fighting us just now?!"
He also thought that Sun Miaomiao was manipulated or had some kind of mind-twisting spell, so she didn't recognize her teammates, but now it sounded like that wasn't the case.
At this moment, Brother Red Rooster's expression suddenly became dull and his pupils were dilated. Before anyone could react, he slashed at Guan Ya's neck with his knife.
The fire demon is good at close combat, and this sword is fast and fierce.
Although Guan Ya was a scout, her attention was entirely on Sun Miaomiao. When she noticed something unusual about Brother Red Rooster, it was too late to react.
At that moment, the lattice door fell apart, the curtain covering the side hall shattered, and a harsh whistle sounded, causing everyone's eardrums to sting.
With a flash of sword light, Brother Hong Ji's right arm detached from his body. Out of inertia, he still held the knife and slashed at Guan Ya, but it had lost the strength to chop off Guan Ya's head, and it embedded half an inch in Guan Ya's neck before stopping.
Brother Red Rooster snorted and staggered back, holding his empty elbow.
Guan Ya staggered for a while, and a three-meter-high fountain of blood spurted out from the artery in her neck. She fell to the ground with a pale face.
Zhang Yuanqing, the Yin Corpse, hurriedly supported the Queen and held up a small trumpet: "Life Source Liquid, hurry up, Life Source Liquid"
The Master of the Killing Palace kicked Brother Red Rooster in the chest and kicked him against the wall. There was a loud bang and the wall shook violently.
A stream of Yin Qi left Brother Red Rooster's body and floated to the roof, trying to escape.
Xiao Yuan and Xie Lingxi quickly took out the diluted life source liquid and threw it at Guan Ya. At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian shirt stepped into the threshold, his eyes were white and shining, staring at somewhere in the air, and coldly snorted:
"How dare you act so arrogantly in the Yang Mansion."
Kuanxiu shook, and a small sword rushed out. As fast as lightning, it was nailed to the beam with a "dumb" sound. A vague scream echoed in the hall, and the majestic Yin Qi poured out everywhere.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly raised his trumpet and shouted: "Be merciful!"
The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt ignored him.
Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly looked at Guan Ya. After injecting the source of life fluid, Guan Ya successfully stopped the bleeding and said:
"Ke Qing Zhou, please show mercy."
The middle-aged man in Confucian robes waved his hand, and the small sword automatically pulled out and flew back into his wide sleeves.
Sun Miaomiao understood it, and dark and sticky energy appeared in her eyes. She stared at the black-faced female ghost with disheveled hair in the air, and opened her mouth to inhale.
The aggrieved soul, who had just suffered the shocking sword energy piercing his body, could not resist, and turned into green smoke unwillingly and floated into Sun Miaomiao's mouth.
Sun Miaomiao immediately closed her eyes and began to eat the spirit, receiving the memory fragments of the resentful spirit.
The middle-aged man in Confucian robes strode towards Guan Ya, looked up and down, and saw that she was covered in blood, but her wounds had healed, so he breathed a sigh of relief and bowed:
"Zhou's rescue came late, please forgive me, the Queen."
Guan Ya nodded gently, with a dignified appearance: "I would like to thank Zhou Keqing. You can go out and report to father that you are safe. I will change my clothes and go to see father again."
The middle-aged man in Confucian robes swept across the crowd, stayed on Zhang Sunmiaomiao for two seconds, hesitated to speak, and finally left.
Guan Ya looked at the people who were dealing with their injuries or helping their teammates deal with their injuries, and said:
"He was a guest of the Yang Mansion. He was a Jinshi. He impeached the Zheng family for a corruption case and was slandered and imprisoned. He was rescued by my father. He became disheartened and resigned. He gave up writing and practicing swordsmanship and became a member of the Yang Mansion.
Guest, you should have peak level six strength."
"I have absorbed a lot of memories, and my words have become literate." The master of the Palace of Killing Stops clicked his tongue twice, and then said to Brother Red Rooster:
"The rebirth of a broken arm requires concentrated life source liquid, which corresponds to level 6. You can be the Condor Hero for a few days."
At this time, Sun Miaomiao opened her eyes, pressed her forehead, and groaned in pain.
Devouring a level 6 wraith with a level 5 body, even if the wraith suffers heavy damage, is still a terrible load for her. She will not be able to use Devouring Souls in the near future, otherwise she will easily go crazy.
The master of the Killing Palace opened his red lips slightly and hummed a melodious song.
Under the comfort of the musician, Sun Miaomiao's violent and out-of-control spirit gradually calmed down, and she gasped: "I, I got a lot of information."
Brother Hongji diligently handed over a tube of life source liquid given by Yuanshi Tianzun in the morning, "Take a sip first to moisten your throat."
"Go!" Sun Miaomiao spat him away, "Can we save some of this strategic resource?"
After spraying Brother Red Chicken, she said: "The resentful spirit just now is the spiritual servant of the national master, and its mission is to use my body to assassinate the faint king Zhao Shun. I summarized two important pieces of information from the memory fragments of the resentful spirit.
"First, the Imperial Master seems to be practicing something or some kind of magic. He cannot leave the Tianji Building in the short term.
"Second, the Imperial Master attaches great importance to the ceremony of worshiping heaven, and has repeatedly issued warnings to his disciple Zheng Wenhan, 'Nothing should be done wrong'.
"Third, the Imperial Master attaches great importance to reputation and painstakingly manages his image among the people."
"Any more will be gone. After all, this is just a servant of the national master, and he has no access to very core information."
The Imperial Master will not leave the Tianji Tower for the time being. This is good news. The bad news is that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Once he can leave the Tianji Tower, it means that there is a hidden secret behind the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. It is just to slander Zhao Shun. The Imperial Master will not
It should be taken so seriously. The National Master also attaches great importance to reputation. Gee, the side mission of winning the hearts and minds of the people is indeed very important.
Next, everyone told Sun Miaomiao about the progress of the dungeon, their respective main and side tasks, and the difficulties they encountered so far.
Sun Miaomiao was stunned for a moment and sighed:
"I suddenly felt that the Fire Master's copy was quite good."
It's simple and straightforward, just hit and kill.
The "Lord of the Nation" dungeon is the most complicated dungeon she has ever experienced, and it is also the only large dungeon with a large number of NPCs. The extraordinary and saint dungeons are all biased towards "scenario adventures".
Giving you a dangerous scene, you only need to defeat the boss and decrypt the copy information.
The King of Subjugation is different, more like a small world.
The master-level copy is indeed different.
"That's right!" Brother Hongji appreciated Sun Miaomiao's words very much, "The fire master copy is a man's copy. He takes life and death lightly. If you don't accept it, you will do it. If you win, you will be promoted to immortality, if you lose, you will be promoted to heaven."
But no one paid any attention to him.
Infernal Corpse Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds and said:
"I will rest today and wait until I watch the stars at night. This corpse will be temporarily kept in the Yang Mansion to facilitate communication."
Xie Lingxi was worried: "What should I do if the Imperial Master sends his spiritual servants to attack again?"
"There are many masters in the Yang Mansion. With this attack, the defense will be tighter. Besides, the national master's target is me. As long as I am not here, there will be no endless assassinations."
late at night.
In the north of the city, in a small courtyard that had been abandoned for many days, Zhang Yuanqing put a large compass disk on his knees and stared at the bright stars in the night sky. His face was calm and gentle, yet seemed ethereal and mysterious, and he had a fairy-like demeanor (the exclusive temperament of a star official).
The Imperial Preceptor is the god of daily travel. As far as stargazing is concerned, I am probably not as good as him. My advantage is that I am the monarch and I have my own secret protection. He cannot count on my operations. Zhang Yuanqing was thinking while watching the changes in the stars.
There are two days left before the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. According to Bai Tian's analysis, once he shows up at the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, he will have no way out.
Therefore, it is necessary to clear up the links before the heaven-sacrifice ceremony and formulate a complete dungeon strategy.
Fu Qingyang's frontline army can't last long, and he must take control of the capital as soon as possible!
early morning.
Wang Beiwang drove the carriage, shaved cleanly, and quietly returned to the capital.
He can't go back home, and he can't go to his place of residence in the west of the city. He let Zhao Shun go without permission, and the Qinglong Gang won't let him go, so the gang brothers can't join him either.
Restaurants and inns are too expensive, and my money is tight, so I can't afford to live there.
After much thought, he decided to find a "deserted house" to live in.
In the context of the Northern Dynasty's southern expedition, many people in the capital fled south. The wealthy businessmen left their old concierges to look after their homes, while the common people locked their doors and moved away with their families.
Therefore, there were a large number of empty houses in the city. As a native of the capital, he knew that many houses were empty.
After wandering around the city for half an hour, Wang Beiwang led the carriage into a secluded alley, cut off the iron lock with a sword, dismantled the carriage, and led the horse into the courtyard.
In this empty house, all daily necessities have been taken away, but the "facilities" such as firewood and stove are still there, and there are a few broken bowls, so it can be used for a few days.
Although there is no bed, with his cultivation, sleeping in the open is no problem.
He skillfully fetched well water, wiped the dust off the seats in the house, found the dusty tea set and cleaned it, drank the cold well water, and sat on the threshold of the main room to rest.
At this moment, a dark wind drifted into the house.
When Wang Beiwang was alert, he saw a branch floating up and writing on the ground:
"It's me, His Majesty the Emperor."
Wang Beiwang's vigilance slowly relaxed and he was confused: "How do you know I'm here?"
Written on the branch: "Is everything in the world the land of the king, and the shores of the land are the ministers of the king? I know everything in the capital."
Wang Beiwang asked: "Then why didn't you know that you would be assassinated yesterday?"
Zhi wrote: “It’s boring to chat like this.”
Wang looked north and said "heh".
Zhi continued: "Assign you a mission to go to Elder Xu's residence and meet the leader of the Qinglong Gang."
Wang Beiwang asked in confusion: "What?"
The branch slowly wrote: "Recruit the Qinglong Gang!"
An hour later, Wang Beiwang, who was full of thoughts like "The emperor is crazy", knocked on the door of Xu's house.
When the concierge A Niu saw him coming back, his expression changed and he lowered his voice and said:
"You don't want your life? Elder Xu was furious when he found out that you let that man go, and threatened to clean up the family. Not to mention the gang leader, he wanted to burn you to death."
Wang Beiwang shrank his head, hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth and said, "Take me to see the gang leader and Elder Xu."