Those with strong magnetic fields can blow up the heavens

Chapter 72 Shadow and Nie Xiaoqian ([-])
Qianyang Palace is hundreds of miles away from Lanruo Temple.

A political coup has just come to an end.

The five underage sons of the late emperor disappeared in a fire, while the younger brother of the late emperor Zhao Yi successfully ascended the throne.

Sitting on the throne, Zhao Yi supported the side of his head with his right hand and placed his left hand on his knees. With a perfect kingly posture, he looked down at the kneeling shadow troops at his feet and felt the taste of power.

This is the last back-up left by the late emperor, a group of special forces proficient in stealth, sneaking, poisoning, sneak attacks, assassinations, escorts, etc. Once things go wrong, this special force will leave the palace with the blood of the late emperor. .

In the eyes of the late emperor Zhao Kuang, this should have been a foolproof back-up plan.

In this land where all nations are at war, very few people can form a group of demon slayers who only listen to their own orders, let alone have them listen to one person's orders instead of slaying demons.

This not only requires a lot of money, brainwashing experience, enough status, and even a little bit of luck.

Although these specially trained troops are not particularly good at frontal combat, and are even average at dealing with monsters, they are capable of special attacks against humans.

Faced head-on, at the same level, a serious demon slayer might be able to easily defeat the members of the Shadow Force, but it would also be difficult to kill them.

Rather than a frontal battlefield, members of the Shadow Force can easily cross one or even two levels to assassinate higher-level figures.

Make false claims in the east and attack in the west, bully the minority with more, use sharp blades to poison, seduce with beauty, lay traps, drive away tigers and devour wolves...

Whether it is directly poisoning the body, stabbing people, or hiding under the bed waiting for the moment of climax, or even lurking in the toilet for many days to assassinate...

This is normal for these professional assassins, not to mention that each of them has been brewed with special drugs. If necessary, they can even remain invisible for a long time, which is even more powerful.

Since the successful training of the Shadow Force, most of the people who have seen them take action have already gone to the underworld. It is even difficult to gather their souls and there is no need to worry about the leakage of intelligence.

But among them - there are only two exceptions.

One of them is a fellow brother, Zhao Yi.

Being on the protection list of the Shadow Force, he learned of the existence of the Shadow Force in a carefully crafted accident.

The other person is the trainer of the shadow army, Pudu, the abbot of the Maitreya Temple who worships the future Buddha Maitreya with Thousand Arms and Thousand Eyes.

Therefore, when the two colluded, the current scene was not unexpected.

"I've always been a kind-hearted person, and I don't want to see other people die, let alone my biological brother and my royal sister-in-law. Oh, by the way, there's also that lovely niece." Zhao Yi sighed leisurely and looked at it. Next to him, a monk wearing monk robes with a compassionate face said, "Let the people of the shadow army send them on their way. What do you say, Zen Master Pudu? Oh, it's time to call you the National Master Pudu."

"Your Majesty is compassionate, and I have always admired the poor monk." The kind-looking old monk also had an expression of compassion on his face, "Then let the shadow troops go on the road and give them a lift."

"In that case, then go ahead." Zhao Yi waved his hand casually, and the members of the shadow army who were originally standing in the shadows, as if they were merged into one body, naturally hid their bodies, retreated, and went Hunt down their 'former master'.

After they left, as if they had done a small thing, Zhao Yi couldn't wait to ask Pudu beside him: "Now that the troublesome brother has been eliminated, it is time to continue to implement our plan. I wonder if you are going to do it, National Master?" How's it going?"

"The poor monk is naturally fully prepared." After hearing the plan, the corners of Zen Master Pudu's mouth cracked slightly, revealing his teeth that were as fine as countless tiny blades. "We just need to wait for His Majesty's order to have the Qianyang people gather in the capital. .”

"Then let's do it tomorrow. Just invite all the people from Qianyang Kingdom to the capital in the name of seeing off." Zhao Yi also laughed, with cold eyes, "Monsters, what's wrong with monsters? They are more powerful. , longer life, greater freedom, why has my brother always refused to agree? Then, why would we have reached this point..."

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Lanruo Temple.A space entirely supported by tree roots.

Whether it is the furniture inside or the walls used to isolate the inside and outside, they are all made of wood. But the strange thing is that these wooden roots are harder than steel and can still be stable thousands of meters underground. Properly holding up a space.

But compared to when their owner was still alive, although these tree roots were still hard, they lacked agility.

A graceful and beautiful figure, wearing a light gauze skirt, sat on the main seat where grandma could only sit in the past. In the same posture that 'husbands' liked in the memory, she supported her chin with one hand and looked down at the orioles at her feet. Yingyanyan.

She looks seventeen or eighteen years old, with green hair like a waterfall, skin like flowing clouds, snow-capped peaks, feet like jade, and extremely beautiful.

But this seemingly weak woman was sitting in the main position, but it failed to arouse the doubts of the demons who always respected the strong.

Whether it is the lonely wild ghost who also looks like a woman, or the monster attendants who accompanied the dryad grandmother and thought they were the third-rank officials of the prime minister's doorman, all of them are trembling with fear, fearing that they will let go if they take one more breath. These days, Nie Xiaoqian, who has become increasingly moody, blasts them to pieces.

Suddenly, a man who looked like a scholar who was trapped in layers jumped across the layers of barriers and flew directly in front of Nie Xiaoqian, and immediately fell heavily.

It was Ning Caichen who couldn't wait to run away.

It seems that his protagonist Aura was really in a hurry to go out and did not have time to take it with him. Even with Liu Cheng's help, he could not escape such a disaster and was still directly captured by the mountain spirits and wild monsters who had ambushed him early.

"Master Ning, why should you be afraid?" Nie Xiaoqian leaned down, exhaled like blue, her eyes were full of resentment and admiration, and her words were like crying and complaining, "I am Xiaoqian? Your favorite Nie Xiaoqian!"

"This demon, girl, stop joking. You and I have never met each other in our lives, so how can we like each other?" Ning Caichen, who has someone in his heart, naturally will not be tempted by beauty, let alone the tiger's den now. In Longtan, it was the eldest son who completely dominated the second son, "I've never been different in my life. I just want to go home and be with my wife. I hope your Majesty will let me go."

"Oh? But that's not what your brothers said."

There was no movement, but Nie Xiaoqian slowly stood up with Ning Caichen, who was lying on his back. The restraints were naturally untied, and their weak and boneless bodies were close to each other. Their cold but sweet breath ignored their master. His subjective will reaches from the tip of his nose to the sky, and his eyes reveal all kinds of charms.

"Brother? The Ning family has always been a single generation, so how can we say that we are brothers?" Even with the beauty in his arms, Ning Caichen's eyes were still clear and clear, without any desire. If it was true, there would only be fear and confusion. .

And Nie Xiaoqian didn't answer. The tree roots behind her cracked open a big hole one by one, and a bunch of corpses with dried skin and flesh appeared inside. They had different appearances and even more strange clothes. But judging from the relatively well-preserved head, , they should all be a group of young people in their prime.

"Look, aren't these all your brothers, Ning Caichen?" Nie Xiaoqian smiled sweetly, her voice as clear and sweet as a silver bell, but when the scholar heard it, he was filled with fear.

"This, this, these..."

The scholar's eyes widened, and his eyes were completely filled with panic. Before he could formulate his words, his eyes lowered and he was looking into a pair of charming eyes.

Those eyes were like clear eyes reflecting a full moon.

Looking into these eyes, all the panic, the sweet wife, and the rationality were all forgotten at this moment. Ning Caichen only had the sudden desire in his heart, and the hands that were originally placed by his side also subconsciously Want to hold tight.

Then - blood splattered everywhere.

At the end of his consciousness, he only heard a disdainful cry: "This Ning Caichen is no different from his brothers. They are all people seduced by beauty. Are all men in the world like this..."

"We women can only rely on ourselves..."

　Don’t ask what version this is, I have forgotten it. Anyway, this version of Nie Xiaoqian disgusts me now, for several years. I have no other meaning in writing this, I just want to kill him to pieces.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)