Only the mysterious man shrouded in his body remained motionless.

Yan Xiake didn't care, and sat directly opposite the prince. Dama Jindao said, "I want to enter the palace!"

He was too lazy to care whether the person in front of him was the prince, whether he had an ulterior motive, and whether he was being used by others.

What he wants to do is very simple.

Ask justice for the thousands of unjust souls who died in their stomachs!

"Everyone is quick to speak."

The old man was slightly stunned and said solemnly:

"Although the palace is very vigilant, it is easy to enter, but there are still experts from the Tianyi Sect, but you have to be careful."

The two did not communicate much.

The old man took out a map and pointed out where he could enter at what time and in the night.

Afterwards, Yan Xiake bowed and left casually.

The old man replied with a little greeting, watching him leave, and couldn't help but sigh:

"What a hero!"

Over the past century, I have discovered that there are many people who have learned the story of alchemy, but few people really dare to take action, and now there are even less.

When he saw Yan Xiake, his heart couldn't help but ripples appeared.

"It's a pity that most people will die and it's difficult to succeed."

The mysterious man sighed lightly, and the black cloak on his body slowly disappeared, but he was a tall monk with square eyebrows and broad eyes.

"If you try it, you may not succeed. If you don't try it, you will never be able to do it! The old guy has lived for too long. He has to eat a hundred people's flesh and blood every day, and he has to exchange blood with the royal family's direct line every year, for 120 years, for 120 years!"

The prince's face was cold and hard, with a strong and intense hatred:

"Such a great evil demon is actually called the Holy Emperor of the Eternal Reign. It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

The great monk stopped talking, but a hint of pity appeared in his heart.

This prince is simply the breeding pig left by the old emperor. In order to continue his life, he has a direct descendant every year. In one hundred and twenty years, even if it is six generations, each generation will have twenty people to become the "blood bag" of the old emperor!

How can you not hate it?

At this time, the sun sets in the west and the night gradually droops.

Yan Xiake didn't just get a pot of wine, but leaned on the eaves of a tall building ten miles away from the palace, drinking and waiting.

The wine was very strong, and the flames in his heart were very high.

Thousands of people.

Whose parents, whose descendants are they, whose hearts are sharp, whose pillars?

They may die sooner or later, but they cannot be treated as pills, even with skin, bones, flesh and soul!

Dang ~

At some point, the wine pot fell to the ground.

Yanxiake floated away, mixed with the drooling night, and suddenly it was almost inside, and within a moment, he had already touched the palace.

He has already entered the warmth and nourishment. Although his life has not been achieved, it is not a wall that can be blocked by a wall.

Especially, this is the blind spot for patrols.

Under the night, Yan Chixia moved over the palaces everywhere, and the second incense stick of blue smoke turned into scattered over him.

The several powerful spiritual senses that have been swept through one after another seem to have never discovered him.

Soon, he gradually approached the brightly lit harem behind the central hall of the palace.

In a vaguely, he saw the old emperor in a palace through the slightly bright light.
Chapter completed!