The Tyrant's Cruel Conquest

The two sides were separated by a vast distance, and the distance between the two sides was as far as the difference between heaven and earth.

It was precisely because of this that Jianye's actions were not malicious, but rather a deliberate attempt to provoke.

He had been taught since he was young that the best offense was a good defense. Dodging was not evasion, but a way to reach the perfect counter-attack position.

Therefore, Bi Xuan's strength was not to be underestimated, and he could be called a demon.

Jianye's lips curved into a confident smile, and he said, "Look, the two of you can't hide anymore."

"Since that's the case, I'll take my leave first," Jianye said to Bi Xuan.

"Take care," Bi Xuan replied.

"I still remember the last time I was in the capital and ate that delicious roasted pigeon..."

Jianye smiled and said, "I'll leave it to you."

"Alright, then it's settled. Let's go!"

"The three of us will mix in. Only one person can be the judge. Let's see who is the real winner."

Jianye said indifferently.

The judges had already been decided. The three of them immediately set off and looked for the best position to observe.

As for Jiazi Zuozhen, he had already hidden himself in the shadows of the tomb.

She knew very well that the observation of these three people would be her hope and her danger. If she got too close, she would easily be discovered.

The night was as dark as ink, and it fell on the tomb of the high priest.

Nightmare was walking out of the observation room to relax, his steps were heavy, as if he was thinking about something.

His gaze paused in the corner of the tomb, and he muttered to himself:

"I don't know if the four lords have completed their mission. All the work on the tomb has been done. Let's go and see them."

"The tomb is not good, it can only be done by the Westerners. The tomb is not yet complete."

He walked through the corridor and looked at the tomb in the sky.

When Nightmare approached the tomb, his eyes widened, because he felt a sense of excitement in his heart. That was the excitement of exploration, even though the tomb was dilapidated.

He quickened his steps, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

As he walked towards the tomb, the scene in front of him shocked him.

The originally magnificent tomb had now become a ruin, with broken stones and dust floating in the air.

Nightmare widened his eyes, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

"You damn bastard, you dare to provoke me!"

The dust scattered, and the shadows of the four lords flickered.

"It seems I'm the one who lost," Jianye said with a smile.

"How is that possible? Clearly, it was a fair fight," Wu Qiang protested weakly.

"Exactly," Bi Xuan also stood beside Wu Qiang.

"Jiazi, you are the judge, you decide."

He looked at Jiazi, hoping she could make a fair judgment.

Jiazi Zuozhen pondered for a moment and said, "The beginning was that the three of us were observing, but because Bi Xuan's strength was too strong, it seemed that Wu Qiang and I had already started to compete with each other."

"So the result is very obvious, it's that Bi Xuan is stronger."

"And at the time when the tomb was bearing your unbearable pressure, only you could step forward to protect me."

"You should have the courage of a demon lord, don't be like a weak woman."

Jiazi Zuozhen said.

Wu Qiang and Bi Xuan were still arguing, but suddenly noticed that Nightmare's eyes were coldly looking at him.

He suddenly felt a chilling sense of malice, and unconsciously shivered.

"You should understand a little. You have already lost. How can the tomb be yours? Let's go!"

Nightmare roared, and his voice echoed throughout the tomb.

Wu Qiang hesitantly said, "Old man, if you can find a special condition that can be met, I will believe you!"

Nightmare smiled coldly.

"The entire tomb is protected by the great beings of the Heavenly Realm. Are you buying the Heavenly Realm's protection, or are you buying my wisdom?"

With that, he directly handed the three lords a piece of spiritual jade.

"Old man's tomb is also quite strange," Wu Qiang touched his chin and said.

At this moment, Jia Luo suddenly flashed, and a spiritual light passed through the air.

"Ah, why did I wake up so early today!"

Nightshade is naturally a master of disguise, and he is a person who can completely stand on his own in disguise.

If he wants to learn the art of disguise from Nightshade, finding Nightshade is the best choice.

Moreover, he knows very well that the disguise skills of the Thousand Illusions Master are not something that can be easily mastered just by imitating them.

What he needs is Nightshade's true knowledge.

Disguise, the main components are three parts: first, the disguisee's height; second, the core of the disguisee's appearance; third, the disguisee's strength.

If you think about the clone he used in the past, it can be considered a kind of disguise.

However, according to the Thousand Illusions Master's knowledge, that kind of body can only have an external appearance, and cannot use the actual abilities.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Jia Lingyun's mind.

If he can master the Thousand Illusions Master's knowledge, then he can use his own foundation to imitate the Thousand Illusions Master's height and then perfectly replicate the Thousand Illusions Master's various appearances.

The appearance of the disguise has the potential to be limited by the power of the Thousand Illusions Master, becoming his ultimate weapon.

As for strength, after many years of daily hard work, his strength has been limited and his strength has been improved.

Jia Lingyun had already reached the limit of his strength at the age of ten.

Later, he discovered that some spiritual energy could increase the consumption of strength, which took him five years.

Now his strength has reached an unimaginable level.

Therefore, he is confident that he can use the Thousand Illusions Master's willingness to use the body's means, and he has mastered the Thousand Illusions Master's knowledge.

"Why would I think of this?" He knew that the previous confinement had limited his potential.

Thinking of this, Jia Lingyun's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a sense of finding a solution.

Nightshade was teaching the painting of human bones, and he suddenly realized that one painting was not only difficult but also increasingly clear, and it was directly to the point.

Jia Lingyun also responded to his previous words, his original expression was calm, but now he put on a look of pretending to be pitiful.

Nightshade taught him a lesson, and finally stopped, and then went back to Jia Ling's room to receive the imperial decree.

The painting of the bones was to distinguish the old man's name, but it was still his own back, and the painting was the old man's last wish.

A few days later, Nightshade returned to the palace.

"You want to learn the art of disguise from me?" Nightshade stood in front of Jia Lingyun and asked.

"Yes."

"You are learning Western painting?"

Nightshade was a little confused, besides Jia Ling, who else could imitate the Thousand Illusions Master.

Now he suddenly wants to learn from him, which is undoubtedly making Jia Ling's family look at him differently.