Chapter 77 Yes and No, No and Yes! The Miserable Leader of the Evil Cult!

"Sure enough, the royal family is the most ruthless..."

Leng Wuqing sighed inwardly, and withdrew on the grounds that he did not want to disturb the elegance of the third prince.

In fact, he didn't want to see such a thing as father and son fighting each other, but now that he was on the third prince's ship, he had only one way to go.

Fortunately, with the current power of the third prince in the court, there is still great hope for him to ascend to the position of supreme leader in the Ninth Five-Year Plan. By then, he will also have the merit of following the dragon.

Leaving the study and coming to the door of the inner palace, Leng Wuwu frowned and said, "Where is my sword?"

Weapons were not allowed in the inner palace, so he unloaded the sword at the door. When he came out, he found it was not in its original position.

"Ah? Where is your sword?"

The two guards guarding the door looked slightly panicked.

Wasn't the cold and ruthless sword still here just now?

At this moment, Leng Wuqing's innate spiritual sense suddenly jumped, and a scene of the third prince lying in a pool of blood appeared in front of his eyes.

Then, a maid's scream came from the study.

Leng Qingwu hurried over and saw a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake falling to the ground at the door of the study. A maid sat slumped on the ground, looking into the study with a horrified expression.

Leng Wuqing stepped forward quickly, only to see the third prince Zhao Tai still sitting in his seat and laughing. The only difference from when he left was that Zhao Tai had a sword stuck in his forehead.

This sword is the ruthless sword!

The third prince was assassinated, or was suspected of being killed by the six-door magician. This incident quickly shocked the government and the public.

Leng Wuwu was immediately taken into custody, interrogated, and convicted.

Then he was directly thrown into the sky prison and asked to be executed three days later.

The whole process didn't even take a day.

If you want to ask why it was so fast, in addition to the sword, there are dozens of pieces of evidence pointing to Leng Wuwu as the murderer!

Even the two guards guarding the inner palace came forward to identify him. Leng Wuwu entered the inner palace with his sword, not that the sword was stolen.

Six doors, God's Catcher Hall.

The only goddess, Flower Catcher Haitang, is pleading with the boss Tie Aoxue: "The fourth child cannot be the murderer, brother Aoxue, please take back the verdict and let us six doors investigate again!"

Zhuihun Ming, the second oldest, leaned against the wall, folded his arms, and watched all of this coldly without saying a word.

Tie Aoxue shook his head and sighed: "I know that the fourth child is not the murderer, and even Your Majesty knows that he was wronged."

A glimmer of hope appeared in Hua Haitang's eyes: "In that case, why don't we reverse the case..."

"Third brother, don't you understand yet?"

At this time, Zhuihun Ming, who was watching with cold eyes, sneered: "It doesn't matter who the murderer is, what's important is that someone wants the third prince and the fourth prince to die!"

Hua Haitang said anxiously: "If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not! Even if someone wants Lao Si's life, we cannot let him die unjustly! We must find the real murderer, and I know that the murderer is Wu... …”

"Enough!"

Tie Aoxue slapped the table, stood up, and said slowly but firmly: "Yes and no, and no!"

Hua Haitang took two steps back and looked at the unfamiliar boss and second child. The selfless belief in her heart seemed to shatter. She turned around and ran out with tears in her eyes.

In prison.

A man dressed as a prison warden, carrying a bottle of wine, walked into the cell where Leng Wuqing was imprisoned, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Leng, it's time to hit the road."

The cold and ruthless person he is today is completely without the high spirits he had when he was caught by the gods. He is sitting in the corner with a decadent look on his face.

"Are you Li Xinghun?"

Leng Qingqing looked up and saw the person coming, slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, this old opponent, whom he had never caught in his life, would walk into the sky prison openly.

Glancing at the jug again, Leng Tianqing laughed at himself: "That Lord of your Martial Alliance is really cautious. He doesn't trust me when I find myself in such a situation. He actually asked your old rival to send me off for the last time."

Li Xinghun said expressionlessly: "There are too many substitutes these days. If you run away, it will be difficult to find one."

"Too."

Leng Wuqing took the wine bottle and drank it down.

Only then did he understand that the big net in Trois-Rivières never stopped catching its prey.

"Since you are all afraid of the Martial Alliance, don't blame me for letting the fourth child go in private!"

At night, Hua Haitang broke into the sky prison wearing night clothes.

But when she came to the cell where Leng Qingqing was imprisoned, she only saw a cold corpse.

…

Just when the third prince Zhao Tai and the divine catcher Leng Wuwu died one after another, Xuzhou was thousands of miles away.

The leader of the demon sect, Shi Jian, walked out of a dark and primitive cave, filled with demonic power. The birds and beasts for miles around seemed to be in danger of impending disaster, and they were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

The confidant who had been waiting outside the cave for a long time saw this and said excitedly: "Leader, have you finally practiced the Blood Shadow Magic Art to the fifteenth level?"

"That's right, at this time, I am invincible among the great masters!"

When Shi Jian spoke, an unparalleled domineering force instantly overflowed: "Lu Changsheng, the leader of the Martial Alliance, and Suzaku who betrayed me, I must cut you to pieces in order to relieve the hatred in my heart... "

"Why don't I just kill a few of your venerables and rob the demon sect you founded? Why do you hate me so deeply?"

A voice came, causing Shi Jian's expression to change. Seeing a young man in white walking slowly with a woman in a red dress, he looked puzzled: "How do you know where I am in retreat?"

At this time, his confidant stood behind Lu Changsheng at some point and said with a shameful expression: "Master, I'm sorry, he gave me too much."

"You..."

Shi Jian was almost so angry that he vomited blood. He laughed angrily and said, "Okay, okay, in that case, you three will die together!"

"Hundred Blood Sword Slash!"

Shi Jian shouted angrily, drew out his sword, and slashed out an indescribable brilliant sword light!

Following him, dozens of terrifying sword lights that were exactly the same descended!

It was like countless swords suddenly fell from the sky, crossing the sky and destroying everything!

Each of these sword lights could severely injure a great master. Hundreds of sword lights fell together, and the power was unimaginable!

It must be better than Su Bai and Zhao Hongshang's combined sword art "Love in the City"!

"Fancy!"

Lu Changsheng shook his head and punched out.

This ordinary punch gave Shi Jian the feeling of a mountain falling, as heavy as a thousand pounds!

Bang!

The endless sword lights were all destroyed, Shi Jian flew horizontally, and hit the rock heavily, revealing a human-shaped pit. He said with a dull face: "How is it possible?"

"Nothing is impossible!"

Lu Changsheng punched again, and Shi Jian was blown out of the rock directly, covered in blood, and looked extremely miserable.

His original confidant looked at Shi Jian with pity.

Since Lu Changsheng's record of destroying the Tianji Pavilion spread, everyone now speculated that he had strength above the innate.

Although the leader of the Demon Cult was stimulated by Lu Changsheng before, his strength improved by leaps and bounds after retreating and practicing hard, he was still far behind Lu Changsheng.

If Shi Jian had even a glimmer of hope to win, his confidant would not choose to betray him.

"Come on, let me see what secrets you have!"

Lu Changsheng spread out his five fingers, grabbed Shi Jian's head, and began to search his soul in his desperate eyes.

The first thing that Lu Changsheng "saw" was the vast amount of memory fragments, and what Lu Changsheng had to do was to find the information he wanted before Shi Jian's memory completely collapsed.