Support the right path!

Perform the way for heaven!

Whether it is the right path in the martial arts world or the devil, the idea at this time is to get rid of Zhao Zhenle.

Help the prince reshape the power of the dynasty.

In addition to really not tolerating this existence, there is another reason why they do so that the dynasty can remember their contributions.

A few days later!

palace!

Zhao Zhenle sat upright on the dragon throne with a calm expression. At this time, she seemed really stunning. No one would regard her as a devil when she saw her.

“What should come or what should come.”

"Wait for you for a long time."

"I'll rest assured to get rid of you completely."

She murmured to herself that even though she had already taken revenge, she still didn't go to find Lin Fan because she knew that the most difficult level was the strong men from various sects.

"Go and kill them for me."

Just finished speaking.

Dozens of figures appeared in the hall, all of which were former tributes. Some of them did not kill them, but destroyed their minds and made them their own puppets. Now is the time for them to show their own value.

brush!

Dozens of worshipers disappeared.

soon.

There were sounds of fighting outside.

Very intense.

But not long after, a Buddhist voice resounded throughout the world.

"All donors are heroes. I didn't expect to be controlled by the devil. I will help you to get rid of it."

This is the unique skill of Dajue Temple.

The only one who can do this is the monk.

Zhao Zhenle knew that she was facing the strong people in the world, so they naturally would not tolerate her existence, but for Zhao Zhenle, everything that happened now was worth it, and there was no trace of regret.

Boom!

The gateway of the hall was broken.

A group of people flocked into the hall.

"Devil, you killed your father and brother, and you wanted to send the Dayuan Dynasty to a place of doom. We will never tolerate your behavior."

The strong men who came to attack Zhao Zhenle scolded angrily.

"Hahaha……"

"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. I don't understand what you are saying."

Zhao Zhenle was not afraid of these people at all. For her, no matter how many people appeared or how many strong people appeared, she would not be afraid at all.

"Imperial sister, how can you do these things? Do you know how much disaster your actions have caused to the Dayuan Dynasty?"

A majestic man was heartbroken.

He was the last prince of the Dayuan Dynasty, trained by a monk, and outsiders did not know that. This prince was really grateful to Zhao Zhenle. If she hadn't killed the people of the dynasty, he might not have become the emperor.

"snort!"

Zhao Zhenle snorted coldly with disdain.

"From your eyes, I see desire and falsehood, but more thanks. I think you are very grateful for what I did now, after all, you are the only remaining prince now."

As soon as this statement comes out.

It immediately attracted scolding from everyone around.

The prince's face was still unchanged, and he had reached this point, so he naturally didn't need to say much or argue with the other party. None of these matters anymore.

Just as Zhao Zhenle said, only he is the prince left. The throne is not his, but who else can it be? He is the final heir to the throne. No one can ignore this.

The Master of Demonic Dao said: "Are you practicing the "Nine Nether Divine Classic"?"

"want to?"

Zhao Zhenle looked at the old man with great fun, and could feel the aura on the other party. He was indeed very strong, a master who had never appeared in the world.

The Master of Demonic Dao said: "Everyone, this witch has practiced to the extreme. When she just talked to me, she used a kind of demon sound. If she is not careful, she will be taken to a place of doom."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Obviously, this was discovered.

Among the people who came here, some of them were average in strength. They just wanted to get some credit when they got here. The current situation is extraordinary. Helping the prince regain the throne. This is because of the dragon's merit. Even if they can't get great benefits like these strong men, at least they can drink some soup.

at this time.

A young man said, "Zhao Zhenle, the "Nine Nether Divine Classic" you practiced is a technique that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. The person who practiced the "Nine Nether Divine Classic" like you a thousand years ago was accepted by heaven. Now, if God does not accept you, I will accept you."

This young man has a handsome appearance and extraordinary demeanor. Even the prince next to him is somewhat different from the other party.

The monks and other powerful people who were invisible to the world were a little surprised when they heard the boy's words.

This boy speaks very strongly.

Take a closer look.

Those with high cultivation showed surprise on their faces.

They couldn't see through the young man's cultivation, and the young man exuded a special temperament.

The monk's face did not change, but his heart was shocked.

"This boy is not simple."

His eyes were so vicious that even the princes he trained were not so outstanding. He wondered who his disciple was.

even!

He had a feeling.

Like the son of destiny, the fortune telling is extremely precious, and even the emperor cannot compare with the other party. After all, the royal family is almost killed. If it is really precious, how could this be possible?

Zhao Zhenle smiled, smiling like a flower, and with her appearance, she really looked like a fairy descending to earth. Some people at the scene were swallowing their saliva, but there was no way, it was really beautiful, and I didn't know what words to describe it.

It would be fine if it wasn't a witch.

Some even thought... no matter whether she is a witch or not, even a witch is willing to accept it.

"See what you can do."

Zhao Zhenle shouted angrily, his whole body was full of murderous intent, and endless black fog burst out, covering the entire hall. Many people were shocked to death when they saw this scene in front of them, and their faces were horrified.

The monks and others have realized it in their hearts.

"Nine Nether Gods" is so terrible.

In the deep palace.

Lin Fan stayed in the courtyard, staring blankly at the vegetables in the fields, then looked into the distance and muttered.

"It seems that someone is fighting, but... it's so weak."

Not very interested.

After staying here for several years, he really missed his days in Qingyun Town, where there were many people living in harmony. Even if there were occasional conflicts, he could mediate it and let everyone get along with each other in a friendly manner.

This is his favorite life.

Gradually, just as Lin Fan was about to lie back to the house for a while, footsteps came.

He looked at the door.

A familiar figure appeared.

Zhao Zhenle left the hall, and with her strength, it was true that the world was invincible. But she didn't expect that the young man was really strong, and the "Sky Sword" he used finally broke through her Nine Nether Aura.

Although it did not hurt her severely, it also made the breath in her body messy.

She knew she had failed

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Originally, Lin Fan wanted to ask her what happened, but she still didn't ask. Instead, she smiled and asked her if she had eaten.

When Zhao Zhenle heard these words, her body trembled slightly, as if her thoughts were pulled back to the past.

No one has ever been killed.

Everything is normal without practicing the "Nine Nether Gods" and every time I am bullied, I can only feel at ease when I come here and feel the people who care about her in the palace.
To be continued...