"It doesn't matter if you don't understand."
Yang Jian's voice was not loud, but it silenced the entire hall.
"Because I will make it clear to you."
As he spoke, the golden divine pattern on Yang Jian's eyebrows moved.
"You think you can hide everything by relying on Head Soul Bone's Soul Skill disguise."
His voice is flat.
"But you can fool them, but you can't fool me."
"Second Soul Skill--Destroy the delusion!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian's eyebrow lines were completely split.
Gray Golden Soul Ring flashed under his feet, and a golden light flew out from Heavenly Eye and fell directly on Xue Qinghe's body.
The golden light was as thin as silk thread and as fast as lightning, from the center of Yang Jian's eyebrows to Xue Qinghe's body in just the blink of an eye.
The moment the golden light fell on Xue Qinghe, he suddenly felt his body relax.
It's like a transparent film covering the outside has been torn off.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Lonely..."
When he spoke, his voice turned into a female voice.
The voice was clear and cold, with a completely different texture from "Xue Qinghe".
He turned his head and saw expressions of disbelief on the faces of Xue Ye and others.
Xue Ye's wine glass slipped from his hand, and the wine spilled on the dragon robe, but he didn't even notice.
"Qian Renxue, do you want to continue pretending?"
Yang Jian The eyebrows Heavenly Eye are closed.
Meeting Yang Jian's gaze, Qian Renxue clearly saw herself reflected in his pupils.
She was still wearing Xue Qinghe's clothes, but her face had changed into her original appearance.
It was a very beautiful face, with delicate and picturesque features, skin as white as snow, and long golden hair flowing down from the top of the head and hanging on the shoulders.
There was an innate nobility and coldness between her eyebrows, which was completely different from the gentle and jade-like prince just now.
"Escort!"
Ning Fengzhi shouted sharply. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him immediately started to move.
Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword was unsheathed, and the silver-white sword light cut through the air like a sword.
Gu Rong's figure flashed, and his skinny body stood in front of Xue Ye.
Realizing that he had been exposed, Qian Renxue did not stay any longer.
The Angel wings stretched out behind her, and the white wings suddenly popped out from the shoulder blades. Each feather was condensed from pure light Soul Power.
As her wings flapped, her whole body turned into a white light and rushed towards the entrance of the palace.
At the same time, Ci Xue and She Long immediately stood in front of Qian Renxue.
Two figures, one strong and one thin, flashed out of the darkness, and Titled Douluo and Soul Power could be seen at a glance.
"Young master, hurry up and let us two take the rear!"
Ci Xue and She Long roared angrily and rushed straight towards Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
Qian Renxue was silent, but the flapping speed of the wings on his back increased a little faster.
Her figure rushed out of the palace gate in the blink of an eye and flew straight into the sky.
Ci Xue and She Long knew that they could not beat the sword and Bone Douluo, so at the moment of the fight, the Soul Power in their bodies became chaotic and violent!
Soul Ring flashed crazily under their feet, and Soul Power surged out of the body like a flood that broke a bank, even if the meridians were broken every inch.
"They want to blow themselves up!"
"These two lunatics!"
Gu Rong's expression changed drastically, and Chen Xin quickly retreated to protect Ning Fengzhi.
The two of them almost simultaneously turned Soul Power into a barrier in front of them.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two loud noises rose into the sky.
The real sound wave turned into ripples and swept across the Imperial Palace. The tables and chairs in the hall were thrown away, all the window paper was shattered, and even the tiles on the beams fell.
The whole Heaven Dou City was shaking slightly, and the people on the street ran outside in panic, looking up at the smoke and dust rising in the direction of the Imperial Palace.
Two masses of blood mist exploded at the entrance of the palace, and the bodies of Ci Xue and She Long turned into rain of blood. Titled Douluo level Soul Power self-destructed, with enough power to level a hundred feet in radius.
Qian Renxue The flapping of its wings paused for a moment.
Her back paused in the smoke for a moment, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
"Yang Jian!"
She gritted her teeth and forced out the name.
There was deep hatred in that voice, as if he wanted to chew these two words into pieces and swallow them.
She did not look back, her wings flapped faster, and with a flash of white light, her figure disappeared over Imperial Palace.
"This time, it's all thanks to Your Majesty, otherwise..."
A new hall was built.
Xue Ye, who was still in shock, thanked Yang Jian with a pale face.
His dragon robe was still stained with wine, his hair was a little disheveled, and he looked like he was ten years older.
He sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his whole body, his fingertips still trembling slightly.
"You're welcome, I'm doing it for myself."
Yang Jian waved his hand.
He stood in the palace, his cloud-colored robe not showing any dust.
There was no change in his expression. To him, what happened just now was just a trivial thing.
"I just pity my son, I don't know when he was..."
Xue Ye looked sad.
A son who had high hopes has been replaced long ago.
He thought of Xue Qinghe's filial and considerate attitude over the years, of Xue Qinghe's prudent maturity in handling government affairs, and of himself praising the prince's intelligence in front of the ministers time and time again...
Those images all turned into heart-piercing knives at this moment.
The son he was so proud of might have died a long time ago and been replaced by an undercover Spirit Hall.
He didn't even know when Xue Qinghe was killed!
"Xue Ye Instead of being sad about this, it's better to pay more attention to your health."
Yang Jian said calmly.
There was no comfort in his voice, it was matter-of-fact.
"Otherwise, once something happens to you, the huge Heaven Dou Empire will really be leaderless."
"What Your Majesty said is absolutely true, I will pay attention to it."
Xue Ye nodded slightly.
He wiped the corners of his eyes and managed to cheer up.
Yang Jian is right, now is not the time to be sad.
Spirit Hall's penetration was deeper than he imagined. Even the prince was out of the loop. Is there anything else they can't do?
He must hold on, Heaven Dou Empire cannot fall.
"If that's the case, then you should have a good rest and go."
Yang Jian waved his hand, turned and left.
He took two steps, and the soles of his boots made a soft crunching sound when he stepped on the broken tiles.
When he reached the entrance of the palace, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Xue Ye.
"By the way, Heaven Dou City's Martial Soul temple should be cleaned up."
His eyes fell on Xue Ye's face, and his tone was calm but carried a weight that could not be ignored.
"Spirit Hall almost stepped on your face. If you don't fight back, then there is no need for our alliance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Ye didn't give Xue Ye a chance to speak. Yang Jian disappeared directly in front of him.
The cloud-colored robe flashed, and the person was gone, not even a trace of breath was left.
Xue Ye opened his mouth, looking at the empty entrance of the palace, and closed it after a long time.
He slowly tightened his grip on the armrest, and a fire finally lit up in his cloudy old eyes.