Xihe had just walked a few steps, a "punisher" in red came from outside and handed a note to Xihe: "Commander, Fei Ge delivers a letter from the General Palace."

Xihe reached out to take it, glanced at it, and a hint of disdain appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The information on the note is simple, but it is enough to cause huge waves in the world.

Shu Han, the second in charge of Zhenwu Palace and the chief executive, was assassinated by Shu Han when he went to the capital to "visit" the emperor. Fortunately, Shu Han's hair was not injured.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to leave a living habit. The killers committed suicide after failing, and it was difficult to find the clues of the feet from the corpse.

Not only Shu Han, many senior officials of Zhenwu Palace were also assassinated. Except for a few idiots, they were fine, but they were unable to leave the assassinator alive.

Finally, in the main hall, many people suddenly committed suicide strangely. It is said that many of them were already discovered spies and had been secretly observed and monitored by the surveillance.

Among them, there are several extremely beautiful concubines of Ji Wushang...

The news was held down by Zhenwu Palace and did not send it, only some people who should know it.

Obviously, some people have begun to be unable to hold back.

The note turned into powder in Xihe's hands. She didn't have much fluctuations in her eyes. She smiled indifferently and did not pay too much attention.

"There are a few serving people dead by the master. Let's look back and ask for a few more to send them over." Xihe casually ordered to his subordinates.

She felt that she was a disciple who was devoted enough to not only work hard for her master, but also worry about his quality of life in his later years.

Last time, she also sent a peerless beauty named Murong Jiu to Ji Wushang's bed. Although she knew that Murong Jiu had a strange intention, neither she nor Ji Wushang would care about her absolute strength and confidence.

"There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and no descendants are the greatest. Although the master looks only in his teens and has a tender face, who knows how old he is? At such an old age, there is not even a descendant. Do you really expect me to support him in the future?"

Xihe has guessed more than once whether there is any problem with the master. He asked Ji Wushang's concubine and also reminded the miraculous doctor Wan Chunliu to check it out for the master.

Unfortunately, every time I get a fat beating.

Xihe Mei's beautiful face showed a sad look and sighed worriedly.

The red-clothed "repriman" in front of him heard his low murmurs and suddenly felt constipated, and his face was covered in cold sweat, wishing he had no ears.

Suddenly, Xi and Qiong's nose wrinkled, and a pungent smell floated into her nose.

Then, the jade-like face turned into coldness, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The red-clothed man who reported saw this change, but unexpectedly, Xihe's face suddenly changed. In this trance, Xihe's figure had disappeared.

Boom!!!

Without warning, a huge fireball rose from the ground of the first floor. With a shocking loud noise, the earth-shaking shock wave instantly flattened the huge first floor.

The huge West Lake caused huge waves, and the land on the banks of the West Lake cracked. The entire Hangzhou city seemed to have an earthquake, and countless people were panicked.

Then they saw the huge mushroom cloud in the sky and the firelight under the night sky, as if it was about to burn the dark curtain.

All buildings near the first floor were affected by the aftermath and were damaged one after another.

There were screams and wails of the injured people who were not killed in their sleep. On a dusty high ground, dozens of figures stood calmly, gravels flying and dust swept through them, but they could not hurt them at all.

Obviously, these people are not ordinary people.

These people faintly formed a circle, surrounding one person, with a respectful posture, making the man look very in position, obviously a leader or something.

This is a tall man in brocade robe. He is not handsome, but his facial lines are extremely cold and hard. He has no expression on his face, but his eyes reveal the terrifying cruelty and domineeringness like a beast king, which is intimidating.

The most eye-catching thing is that the long hair is not half black, but all white, but not the dull and dry white, but with a platinum color. Not only the hair, but even the exposed skin is faintly golden.

"Don't worry, the master of the sect, in order to prepare for this fireworks, my subordinates have been preparing for half a year. It took three months to set up the layout below the first floor alone. Even if the gods come, they will have to peel off even if they don't die." A dark-skinned man and honest-looking man said confidently to the white-haired man.

Another bald man with fierce eyes and a scarred face also spoke: "Collection of these gunpowder almost exhausted most of my Four Symbol Sect's financial resources. After careful arrangement, the power exploded instantly. The power is comparable to that of heavenly punishment. Even the accidental explosions in the capital are far less than that."

The last woman with a cold face looked like frost, looking at the fire not far away, still with a look of surprise in her eyes: "Even the innate powerhouses in the legend, their protective energy may not be able to block such a terrifying power."

These three people are the heads of the stars among the twenty-eight constellations of the Four Symbols, the seven constellations of the Suzaku, the seven constellations of the White Tiger, and the seven constellations of the Xuanwu.

They talked quietly, but they didn't talk about their sacrifices, which were the other seven Qinglong constellations among the twenty-eight constellations, and they didn't care at all.

The leader of the Four Symbol Sect and the true teachings of the Holy Lord of the Zhenwu Palace, Zhang Zhaojun was as deep as an abyss, his eyes were as cold as water, and he was not as proud as a little.

His voice was as low as metallic: "If she had a shallow look, if she died so easily, why would you think I would appear in person?"

How can an ant know the terribleness of the lion? No one has ever known where her bottom line is, because no one has ever forced her to use all her strength. Even Zhang Zhaojun and the others guessed that her martial arts might still be above the Holy Lord of the Zhenwu Palace...

"They" naturally refer to other people who are the true teachings of the Holy Lord of the Zhenwu Palace. As for guessing that Xihe is stronger than Ji Wushang, it is understandable that he would think so. Xihe's terribleness was proven to the world with his numerous corpses.

And Ji Wushang had never seen him take action. Among all those who had seen him, including Zhang Zhaojun, did not feel that Ji Wushang was so terrifying.

The only thing that truly experienced Ji Wushang in this world was that at the foot of Mount Emei twenty years ago, there were only four or five thousand elite officials in the court, those tool people who were subdued by Ji Wushang, and Yan Nantian. Since then, no one has ever allowed him to take action.

Yan Nantian has been missing for many years and has no news.

As for the living soldiers, they had already been banned by the court, and they might not know that the Lord of Zhenwu Palace was the one who looked like a demon that night.

In the end, the tool man who was once the only remaining major forces had long been dealt with by Shu Han because of his loss of value.

In the eyes of many people, the only ones who are really difficult in Zhenwu Palace are the great general manager Shu Han and Xi and this female devil. The Holy Lord of Zhenwu Palace is too low-key and too mysterious. Some people think he is unfathomable, while others think he is mysterious.

Naturally, his subordinates would not doubt Zhang Zhaojun's words. After hearing his words, they looked at each other, and the head of Xuanwu, who had a simple and honest face, said hesitantly: "The master of the sect said that such a terrible explosion may not be able to kill her?"

Zhang Zhaojun sneered: "Even if I am in a place, I may not die, let alone her. As long as the fireworks can seriously injure her, it will not be in vain. It is said that the most powerful offensive and defensive technique in the world is not a waste of time."

He had seen with his own eyes that under the impact of a hundred feet high waterfall, Xihe suffered a terrible impact for half an hour, but when he appeared again, his clothes had not been dripped.

Zhang Zhaojun's use of burying explosives is equivalent to admitting that he is not as good as Xihe. However, with such a terrifying explosion, he believed that even if Xihe was not dead, he would be seriously injured and would no longer be his opponent.

The only thing hesitated now was whether to kill Xihe or save his life and take it as a forbidden plan.

He believes others will have this kind of thinking too.

Everyone was silent, as if they were facing a great enemy, staring at the fire.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...

A burst of applause sounded softly behind everyone, making people shocked.

"It's really hard for you to do this with such great effort."

The beautiful and pleasant voice came into everyone's ears, and all the eyes looked at them.

I saw a beautiful and thrilling graceful figure in the darkness of the night appeared not far behind them, with a relaxed and comfortable posture, extremely calm.

"How is that possible!"

The bald tiger's head looked at the figure and his eyes almost popped out.

As the target of this operation, he naturally recognized Xihe. What made him feel cold in his body was so terrifying that Xihe was almost harmless.

In fact, it cannot be said that the hair is not hurt at all. The long hair like ink, tied into a ponytail, has spread out like clouds and waterfalls, hanging down on the waist, and the ends of the hair are still vaguely calcified.

Even the purple clothes had many charred and damaged parts, and were no longer glossy. The arms, which were originally as perfect as jade, were now blooming and frightening. This look was already awkward for Xi and himself.

No matter how timely and fast she reacts, it is difficult for her to completely escape from the explosion range. The body-protecting true qi can only protect her internal organs from serious injuries. She is more likely to use flower-transfer jade to move the impact of the explosion wave with the flow of true qi.

Of course, this kind of magical skill that is almost like a ghost is really difficult for ordinary people to understand.

At least, Zhang Zhaojun, who had a gloomy face, was also unbelievable.
Chapter completed!