Pei Zongti and Bai Chenshan stood stunned at the strange sight before their eyes.
Confucianism pays attention to "investigating the truth of things", Investigate Things to Attain Knowledge.
The lineage of earth masters pays attention to looking at the situation and potential, and distinguishing Celestial Fiend Qi, the direction of the dragon vein.
But all their knowledge could not explain the scene before them.
Not only that, staring for a long time made them Yin Soul dizzy.
After all, Prince Lucuan next to him had seen it before. He came to his senses first and said in a deep voice, "Is it in Chongwen Gate?"
Pei Zongti closed his eyes, nodded and said, "Yes, it's just past the caravan street."
Prince Lucuan Hearing this, he immediately raised the jade guide in his hand high.
In an instant, a strong wind swept the three of them forward.
There was no need to wait like Li Yan. The trio's Yin Soul actually flew directly over Chongwen Gate.
In a flash, they saw the caravans circulating on the street.
With another flower in front of my eyes, I saw the place where the Attendant peach tree and Ferocious God Queen Mother looked like.
At this time, the place was devastated.
The ancient city wall is covered with holes left by the roots of giant trees. Whenever the wind and sand blow over, the city wall will be repaired.
But in the blink of an eye, the black mist deep in those holes appeared again.
The previous altar of the stone statue of the fierce god Attendant Queen Mother disappeared without a trace, leaving only a huge, burnt-black hole like obsidian.
"There is indeed a problem!"
Prince Lucuan, who had been calm just now, was now full of horror, "What evil method did they use to destroy this Secret Realm?"
Seeing that the two of them were confused, he said in a trembling voice, "This is the first time this kind of thing has happened. Come with me!"
No nonsense, he once again held up Yu Gui.
The Yin Soul of the three people quickly flew towards the depths of "Nine Gates Yin Ruins".
The space inside is even more layered and bizarre.
There are even scenes of hunting by ancient ancestors.
Thousands of years of time fragments seemed to be twisted together, making Pei Zongti and Bai Chenshan tremble with fear.
There was another flower in front of them, and the three of them came to a space again.
The layout here is completely modeled after the Imperial Ancestral Temple altar. There are also many gifts from Tai Lao, and each piece of jade is suspended in the air.
Even the well-informed Pei Zongti swallowed his saliva.
He saw the ritual vessels of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, as well as the sacrificial vessels of the Tang and Song dynasties, which were all sacred vessels of various dynasties.
Any item here, if thrown outside, will trigger a fight in Xuanmen.
But here, it seems like worthless things are displayed everywhere.
Of course, Pei Zongti didn't dare to move.
He could see that these sacrificial vessels were floating in the air, not useless, but supporting this special space.
As for Bai Chenshan, he even raised his glasses and looked around, his face full of obsession.
"Both."
Prince Lucuan said in a deep voice, "This is the most important secret of Daxuan."
"The National Sacrifice Divine Artifact here was obtained when Da Xing Dynasty and Golden Horde Wolf Country were exterminated. It was used to decorate this place and cannot be used. Unless something goes wrong, no one will come in. Please be careful with your words and actions after you go out."
After saying that, he raised the sacrificial vessel in his hand and chanted <Great Xuan Sacrificial Prayer to Heaven and Earth> loudly.
National Sacrifice Divine Artifact from various dynasties around them began to rotate, and clouds and mist suddenly billowed in the sky, with light and shadow lingering.
But among the clouds and mist, a Dragon Shadow was tumbling, getting bigger and bigger.
Only then did the two discover that Dragon Shadow was actually composed of the shadows of large and small mountain ranges.
The Kunlun ancestral vein, Taihua Cuiwei, the Nine Bends of the Yellow River, the galloping Yangtze River...
The essence of Spiritual Energy from all kinds of famous mountains, rivers, and water systems intertwined and gathered in the void, eventually forming a majestic dragon that stretched across the sky and the earth, with its head and tail invisible!
If Li Yan is here, you will recognize that this is the spiritual projection between the Daxuan Dragon Vein and the Dharma Realm.
"This is..."
Bai Chenshan almost pulled off his beard.
"This is the Great Xuan Dragon Vein."
Prince Lucuan introduced, "Former Dynasty Da Xing and Golden Horde Wolf Country were facing each other across the river, and both were planned by masters. After my rise in Daxuan, they secretly did a lot of tricks. Back then, it was Sanfeng Zhenren who took action to connect the north and south dragon veins."
"But Sanfeng Zhenren is a banished immortal. His Daoism is so profound that no one can understand it to this day."
"The reason why the emperor asked you two to come is to see if there is any problem with the dragon's veins."
He still didn't say anything. The emperor couldn't believe even him that such a big thing had happened.
Although the two of them could not understand the layout of the place, they still searched carefully.
Soon, they discovered something strange.
This illusory dragon is composed of mountains and rivers Spiritual Energy. Its waist and abdomen are close to Capital Region, and there are obviously several spots of black and red filthy air.
Like rotten mildew, it is growing and spreading from the center of the imperial city.
Even a fool can see this situation.
"Sure enough, something happened!"
Bai Chenshan looked around, stroked his beard and frowned and said, "Although I don't know clearly, I can tell that this place should be connected to the Imperial Ancestral Temple national sacrifice array, maintained by National Sacrifice Divine Artifact and supported by incense sacrifices. Logically speaking, the outside should be able to detect the accident..."
Prince Lucuan looked ugly, his chest heaved, and he closed his eyes and said, "Court of the Imperial Clan There is a traitor who is helping the demon to cover up."
This was the last thing he wanted to see.
If this happens, the emperor will definitely go to war against the Court of the Imperial Clan.
Even though he was loyal to the emperor, he did not want to see this happen.
Pei Zongti is also a human spirit. When he saw something was wrong, he immediately changed the subject and said, "Let's write down the location of the accident first. His Majesty is still waiting."
The three of them were silent, all staring at the decayed areas, calculating their locations...
Imperial Ancestral Temple In the main hall, the atmosphere was equally stagnant.
Court of the Imperial Clan's royal magicians held sacrificial weapons to maintain the formation, all bowed their heads and remained silent.
They all felt uneasy in their hearts.
It's okay if everything is fine inside, but if something goes wrong, a storm will come.
One of the warlocks was sweating on his forehead and his eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot.
Pei Zongti in the Secret Realm suddenly felt a chill.
In the Imperial Ancestral Temple hall, the warlock suddenly raised his hand, smashed the sacrificial vessel to the ground, then jumped out and slapped Pei Zongti on the head.
"Xiao Bojin, what are you doing?!"
The surrounding warlocks suddenly became anxious.
As for the royal warlock, how could he listen to their nonsense at this moment? His eyes were full of murderous intent.
Whoosh!
At this moment, in the darkness of the main hall, a figure appeared like a ghost, appearing like blue smoke in an instant.
It is Directorate of Ceremonial, the great eunuch with the palm print Zhao Wujiu.
His eyes were cold, he came first, raised his hand to block Pei Zongti's head, and then twisted it with his backhand.
Click~
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the royal warlock's arm was torn off directly.
Before he could speak, Zhao Wujiu had already pressed his head.
Bang!
With a slight shock, the warlock fell to the ground and passed out.
Zhao Wujiu glanced lightly, "Whose family does this person belong to?"
A yellow-clothed warlock swallowed, "It's from the Feng Guo General Xiao Huainan family."
Great Xuan Dynasty's enfeoffment system, the prince and Prince are hereditary.
The two titles are inherited forever, and each generation must have a son who inherits the original title and uses the big city as a fief.
They were the main targets of the emperor's reduction of vassal status, taking back power step by step from military power to local governance power.
As for the remaining descendants of Prince, non-heirs must be demoted from generation to generation.
For example, if the son is the general of Zhenguo, the grandson becomes the general of auxiliary country, until he becomes the lieutenant of Fengguo.
And Feng Guo General is also one of them, and he does not really have the authority to lead troops.
Xiao Huainan, it was the tall, thin old man who helped people get away with it that day.
"It's definitely him. He was the one who stopped us from entering for inspection that day!"
The short, fat old man, who was waiting outside the formation with his head bowed, was frightened and immediately began to blame others.
"Xiao Huainan..."
Directorate of Ceremonial palm print Zhao Wujiu said thoughtfully, "It must be King Changliu. It seems that he still holds a grudge."
As soon as these words came out, many people in the hall lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
King Changliu is the sixth brother of the current emperor Xiao Qixuan.
He failed in his bid for the throne and was put under house arrest. He died in depression, and his descendants were also stripped of their titles.
Unexpectedly, he actually took refuge in the demon.
The news quickly spread outside Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Emperor Xiao Qixuan's eyes were slightly cold, "Don't let anyone go!"
"According to the order!"
Great General of the Golden Guard Jiao Wanbao immediately clasped his fists and left.
At the same time, the three people in the hall also woke up.
"Pfft--!"
Pei Zongti opened his eyes first, spitting out a small mouthful of blood, and said with lingering fear, "Imperial Ancestral Temple was tampered with, check the sacrificial vessel."
In fact, everyone has seen it without him saying anything.
As the warlock smashed his jade just now, cracks appeared on several of the divine master cards of Attendant above Imperial Ancestral Temple, and the patent leather fell off.
"What a... what a pillar of the clan!"
Emperor Xiao Qixuan also walked in and saw the scene in front of him.
His voice was not high-pitched, but every word he spoke was like a knife, filled with deep-seated murderous intent and disappointment.
"Preach the message!"
"Mystic Sacrificial Official, Commandery Commandant Office, Court of the Imperial Clan, thoroughly investigate Xiao Huainan's residence, cronies, and all past whereabouts!"
"All related parties, lock and take it together!"
"Let the three masters surround and kill the demons immediately! I don't care whether they are in retreat or wandering around. Before sunrise, the demonic atmosphere in the capital must be purged!"
"Pei Qing, I am Tiger Tally, the elite of the Fire Adjuster Battalion, follow the clues to blockade the streets in the relevant area!"
"It's a three-mile radius, no one is allowed in, no one is allowed out! If you encounter a monster, kill him or her!"
"According to the order!"
The aura of Solemn and Killing Intent instantly enveloped Imperial Ancestral Temple inside and outside.
Under the cold moonlight, deep in the imperial city, the dormant power began to awaken.
The sky is getting brighter, and the morning light shines slantingly on the roof.
"This is delicious, have another plate!"
In Rouyuan Posthouse, Li Yan and others are having a meal.
They know that this Yi Cheng is mostly responsible for monitoring everyone. Once what happened last night comes out, it will be even more difficult for them to leave.
But no matter what, Rouyuan Posthouse's food is definitely delicious.
The celadon bowl contains thick fried liver, and the garlic sauce coats the trembling pork liver and large intestine, evaporating the salty mist;
Small steamed buns with bright yellow chestnut noodles are stacked on the bamboo drawers, and the milky white kidney bean rolls next to them show the dark lines of red bean paste;
Crispy fried rings in a stoneware dish, dipped in sesame sauce diluted with boiling water, and served with a spoonful of golden red translucent diced pickles...
Although simple, they all reveal a touch of sophistication.
Everyone didn't sleep at all, and Xilihulu ate so much that the table was full of leftovers.
"It smells so good, I'll leave some for you..."
Wing Room The door creaked open, but it was Kuai Dayou who woke up and smelled the smell, holding on to the wall and walking out.
This guy is in good shape, and he already has a big appetite as soon as he escapes from danger.
He was not polite, grabbed the bean roll from Sha LiFei's hand, stuffed the fried liver into his mouth.
Li Yan was not in a hurry. After wiping his hands with a towel, he drank hot tea and waited.
When he had eaten and drank enough and was covering his wounds and grinning, he said, "What on earth is going on with Tuer Ye?"
It seemed that he was in a good mood. Kuai Dayou was no longer so arrogant. He picked his teeth with a bamboo stick and said, "What else can happen? I owe you a favor."
"I have a young uncle, and my youngest son got sick. He asked for the Tuer Ye sachet to wear it to remove the disease and he got better."
"The temple asked me to refine Monkey Netherworld Soldiers Dharma protector. I temporarily agreed, but who knew that I would be entangled from then on..."
"Tuer Ye has been favored by the common people. If you want to save children, I can only help..."
Li Yan said thoughtfully, "Don't you know the situation inside?"
"I don't know."
Kuai Dayou shook his head and said, "Master, I am only responsible for the pulpit. Once inside, I will be under the command of Tuer Ye. If I had known that it would cause such trouble, how could I not have been prepared at all."
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who is Tuer Ye's temple blessing?"
Tuer Ye is a secular god who is very popular in the capital and is very savvy.
It's easy to save the innocent souls of those children, but to save them outside, there must be someone directing them.
"He's a bad old man who calls himself Anonymous."
Kuai Dayou chewed his teeth and cursed, "He was the one who made the hairy monkey. Mom, if you cheated me, I won't let you go easy!"
"Anonymous..."
Li Yan frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered the "Beijing Old Ghost".
Just when he was about to continue asking, Luo MingZi suddenly rushed over and said in a deep voice, "There is indeed a problem."
"I heard that something happened to Imperial Ancestral Temple. His Majesty was furious and sent an order to surround and kill Kong Hui and Zhao Qingxu with all their strength."
"It's not that simple!"
Sha LiFei curled his lips and said, "The whereabouts of those two people are erratic, I'm afraid no one can find them."
Luo MingZi quickly shook his head and said, "It's different this time. Their arrangement in the capital has been revealed. Several National Teacher will take action and use Xuanmen divination techniques to calculate the direction. Yan XiaoGe had better come with me and summon the soldiers and horses of the Yin Division to suppress the attack."
Li Yan frowned slightly, "They have Dharma Treasure, and they can't catch it if they summon the Yinsi soldiers and horses."
"Don't worry." Luo MingZi looked outside.
"Three Grandmasterss in the capital are going to take action. You just have a lot of experience."
"What?!"
After hearing this, everyone stood up one after another.
The imperial decree was like thunder that exploded in the Forbidden City, but when it fell on three retreat places in the capital, it only stirred up a slight ripple in the deep pool.
Outside the imperial city, deep in the southwest alley, there is a three-entry courtyard with a low-key entrance.
The mottled red lacquer door is inlaid with copper nails as big as the mouth of a bowl.
There is an ebony plaque hanging on the lintel, with the word "Zhi Ge" engraved on it.
The green brick floor in the vestibule is like a water mirror, with half-dry ancient locust trees leaning against the old wall, and fish swimming in a large tank below.
In the courtyard, a man was kneeling on the ground.
He has a body as strong as a rock, with a ferocious anchor tattoo on his neck, high cheekbones, and a diagonal slash scar on his left forehead hidden into his mottled temples.
If people on the Jianghu Road in the capital saw it, they would be shocked.
This person is none other than Luo Gongsheng, the leader of Iron Anchor Society, one of the three major gangs in the capital.
But at this moment, the gang leader was kneeling on his knees, not daring to raise his head. He held a heavy broken anchor in his hands, with the tip of the anchor hanging upside down and pointed at his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, this disciple is in trouble."
"There are many constraints in doing things in the capital. King Snake is the person arranged by Yan Steward Wang..."
Halfway through, he quickly changed his words, "Of course, the disciple is also responsible for the oversight."
In the shadow of the eaves Underworld Journeys, a burly old man is sitting firmly on the imperial chair, drinking tea and reading a book.
Although he is old and has gray hair, under his black short coat, he can still see his bronze muscles, ribs and ribs, like a statue of a god in a temple.
He seemed to be engrossed in reading as he tapped the red sandalwood handrail with his fingertips.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It seems light, but it sounds like a heavy hammer beating a drum.
The branches and leaves of the old locust trees in the courtyard fell rustlingly, reflecting the cold sweat on Luo Gongsheng's forehead like a reptile.
The person above is none other than one of Divine Land Top Ten Grandmasters, President Divine Fist Society, Huo Yin!