Wang Daoling was trembling all over, and heavy armored crossbows... These were all contraband items! And there were more than 300 mates, and once they were discovered, they would be a serious crime of treason!

King Liang had no son and was crazy about his death. He could do anything.

But I, Wang Daoling, didn’t consider fleeing!

Old Wang was about to cry. King Liang looked at Wang Daoling and smiled: "Immortal Lord, don't be afraid. I do want to avenge my son. But I didn't want to compensate me for the entire Liang Palace."

"These heavy armored crossbows are all caused by the damage reported over the years. The logo has been worn off and nowhere can be found."

Wang Daoling knew that he could not turn back when he had reached this point.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, your lord! Since I have taken over this prince's way, there is no reason to retreat!"

"Okay! Don't worry, I will definitely not treat the Immortal!"

After saying that, he winked at the butler.

The butler slowly walked to Wang Daoling with a box in his arms.

He respectfully brought the box to him, and Wang Daoling took it and opened it.

Then his eyes widened, and Adam's apple couldn't help but "gulp" and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

I saw the box glowing golden light, and the dazzling people couldn't open their eyes!

There were gold bars inside!

"The immortal..."

King Liang shouted at Wang Daoling with a smile, and Wang Daoling came to his senses.

But he hurriedly closed the box and bowed to King Liang with great respect: "Don't worry, Prince! I must have done this for the prince!!"

"Okay! Xian Chang, let's go back with the butler first."

Wang Daoling held the box, and his hands burst out with blue veins and nodded fiercely.

King Liang watched the housekeeper send Wang Daoling out. At some point, a figure covered in a black robe appeared beside him.

"Hehehehe...Don't worry, this matter cannot involve the prince!"

The figure slowly pulled open and covered his robe, but saw a huge bald head inside.

There is also this scar on the top of his head. Although he is not tall, he looks extremely tough!

King Liang's eyelids twitched and said coldly.

"If the dog son had not died at the hands of Xu Erlang, I would never have cooperated with you Beidi people!"

As soon as he said this, the man smiled even more happily!

"Hahaha... The prince really thinks that you are the only one who cooperates with us Beidi?!"

When King Liang heard this, he was stunned: "What do you mean?!"

"There cannot be a saint in the world. A saint is almost above the royal power. If he goes further, where will the imperial power be placed?!"

King Liang was silent, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to be trapped in a vortex.

There was an invisible hand in this vortex, constantly stirring and pushing him forward.

Every step he took seemed to have chosen by himself, but it seemed to have been arranged by others...

On Phoenix Mountain, the King of Jinban was holding the imperial edict tremblingly.

Looking at the imperial seal above, I was trembling with excitement for a moment.

But I heard a strange roar of "rumble..." from the sky, and then a trace of golden light slowly fell.

The trace of golden light slowly penetrated into Jinban's body.

A mysterious golden seal slowly rose from the mountain, and then slowly penetrated into the body of Jin Cymbals.

Suddenly, Jinying felt that she was comfortable all over, and the sublimation from the inside to the outside was indescribable.

The entire Phoenix Mountain seems to be connected with him from this moment!

In the past, he was only able to mobilize the power of the mountains and needed to concentrate.

Now the power of this mountain range seems to have become a part of his body, and it takes only one thought to make the earth, stones and thunder of Phoenix Mountain!

To be honest, Jinban really felt it at this moment.

On Phoenix Mountain, he is the real god!

But the golden cymbal also felt more clearly that a thread tightly tied the Qi sea of ​​dantian.

Although the thread was not big, it made him feel uneasy like a sharp blade.

He knew very well that it was the oath he made of the Heavenly Way.

What King Liang promised him was fulfilled, but if he promised King Liang failed to do it...

Then this thread will tear his qi sea into pieces!

Simply put, it was to destroy all his Jin Cymbal's cultivation!

The mortals' swear to the heavenly way is to compensate for their blessings, fortune, life and life.

And practitioners use their whole body of cultivation as their betting.

"Don't worry, prince! I will do my best for the prince if the little god promises!!"

Jinban quickly patted his chest and shouted to King Liang: "The little god has already found out clearly. The wedding date of Xu Erlang is scheduled for three days!"

King Liang smiled slightly, nodded gently and said, "Then, I am waiting for good news from the Dharma King on this Phoenix Mountain!"

A caravan entered Qiantang with a jingle, and everyone in Qiantang looked at the caravan with curiosity.

The leader of the caravan was said to be from Beidi, and this time he brought a large amount of goods to Yuezhou through Qiantang.

Amid everyone's chattering, a figure in black robe slowly walked into the only tavern selling burning knives in Qiantang.

The burning knife is too strong, and almost no one will come to buy wine on weekdays.

Almost all those who buy wine are old customers, and the owner of the tavern is a tall and strong man with a beard.

The joints of his hands were thick, and the people of Qiantang actually liked the boiled mutton he made more than his burning knife.

Large pieces of mutton are delicious whether they are served with rice or wine.

"Who would have thought that the tallest eagle flying under the tent, the fastest knife hand, was actually in a small town in Daxia, cutting mutton and selling burning knives."

The black robe figure sat down slowly, and whispered to the tall man as tall as a mountain.

"Bukud! Have you really forgotten your identity?!"

The figure who was cutting meat on the chopping board stopped for a moment, turned around and brought a plate of cut mutton to the black robe.

He said lightly: "Bugude has not forgotten, but Bugude knows that the Northern Di man should reconcile the promise."

"Bilg, I won't ask what you are here to do. But I won't do anything for you."

Bilege, in black robe, slowly took off his robe cover and revealed his big bald head.

But he saw him looking at Bugude and said word by word.

"If I say, I'm here to kill Xu Shu... are you helping us or helping him?!"

When Bugude heard this, he frowned: "Wang, let you come?"

"No, it's a holy monk."

Bugude placed a plate of green salt in front of Bilege and said, "It has nothing to do with me. If you really succeed, I can go back to the grassland."

"We will surely succeed!"

Bilege smiled, and he drank the burning knife in front of him.

"This time, three monks came from the Great Snow Mountain! Xu Shu will definitely die!"

Bugude sat down without any worries, raised the jar and poured wine for Bilege.

"How come you only remember to kill Xu Shu for so many years?!"

When Bilege heard this, he was silent for a while before he said slowly.

"The holy monk passed away."

Bugude nodded to show his understanding, the saint monk of Beidi and the half-step saint of Daxia.
Chapter completed!