The rolling hall pillars, the broken domes, the torn and crushing sounds rolled up everything. The shouts of help, the figures running in panic stepped on the sticky blood, and the flesh rushed towards the hall door, and the large number of fallen tiles and wooden beams buried the unfortunate. The air was filled with a scent of incredible smell.

"Walk"

On the dragon chaise, Fang La waved his sleeves and swept away the collapsed carved rock and tiles, protecting his daughter and his wife from the door of the side hall. At the same time, in the middle of the hall, Shi Bao, Deng Yuanjue and other warriors raised the circumference of the table above their heads to protect the weak officials to evacuate the palace door.

While moving, another continuous explosion sounded in the distance, and it was tightly and rhythmically connected. Eight black shells rose to the sky with their flames, and the huge impact and explosion came the next moment.

In a blink of an eye, he rushed into the palace top and smashed it directly through the hole, like a sudden wave of air, black smoke and flames expanded and rose as soon as they touched the ground, and even the wall of the palace gate was blown to collapse. The rumbling collapse covered the exit and sealed the way out of the people behind him.

"Go aside and let Sa's family come."

Deng Yuanjue roared angrily, threw away the table and squeezed through the crowd. The monk's robe was slammed like a fire. His palms slapped on the collapsed pile of gravel, but they just loosened it and paved it inward and outward, finally a small hole was revealed above to allow a person to penetrate.

"So many people, just be fooled, go, go from the side hall." Li Tianrun shouted behind the chaotic team, dragging a person out of the crowd, "Tianyou, follow me."

Li Tianrun, one of the four marshals, always had a stern expression. He only showed a different emotion when he was in front of his younger brother. At this time, he held the table and walked first. The collapsed gravel and the broken tiles hit it and clanged.

And on the other side, Fang La led several people down the imperial stairs. Before he could reach the entrance of the side hall, the last shell was smashed from the dome of the palace with holes and several people at them. As Fang La's current martial arts, he could dodge it in his subconscious vigilance, but once he avoided it, his daughter and wife behind him would be unable to escape.

"You guys hide"

In an instant, Fang La roared hysterically, and the magical power of the Daming Zun Dharma Image was madly circulating in his body, bursting out, and the inner strength of his left hand swung several steps behind him. The Daming Zun Demon Subduing Seal with his right hand suddenly swung out, and pushed out his palm, and collided with a flame-burning thing.

With a huge sound, the flames exploded, and the huge wave of air swung in the center. Shi Bao, Deng Yuanjue and others who were coming over were in a shocking glance. Before they could react, they saw a figure flying backwards in a straight line in the fire, smashing on the dragon throne, and rolling to the ground.

"….His Majesty!"

"The Holy Lord..."

"Brother Fang..."

...

Various voices below flocked to him. Li Wenshu, who was the first to react, rushed up quickly. The figure in front of the dragon throne was shaking, and the dragon robe on his body was in a mess. He pointed to the city wall and said in a deep voice: "Pass.........................................................................................................................................................................................

When everyone saw that Fang La was safe, they breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Bao and Deng Yuanjue immediately received the order, rushed out of the side hall to get their weapons, and ordered their troops to go towards the city wall.

After the person left, Fang La returned to the side hall with the help of Shaw Brothers and Fang Ruyi. Suddenly, his body shook, his face pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"….Mr...." Shaw's face was so scared that he was no longer shy.

Fang La forcibly suppressed the severe pain in his chest, waved his hand, and signaled that Li Wenshu and others who followed him not to ask, and asked Fang Ruyi and Shao to help him back to the bedroom.

"Don't tell anyone that I vomited blood... People's hearts should be stable..." Fang La said, unconscious on the dragon couch.

Shaw turned around and said, "Ruyi... Your elder brother is still outside, so you can stabilize the palace. Mom wants to take care of your father here, do you know?"

"good."

Fang Ruyi looked at her unconscious father, bit her lip and nodded violently, took Fang La's usual sword in the room and went out directly.

"Ruyi.... We will help you stabilize the situation. We will not say anything about Your Majesty vomiting blood."

“….Yes, Sister Ruyi.”

Outside, Li Wenshu, Su Wanling and Qin Mian said this, with fists flashing in their eyes. Fang Ruyi was quite moved, and said softly, taking the palace guards and the three of them to the front hall to guard the palace gate.

………….

Time goes back a little.

In Hangzhou city, many people were still celebrating, brothels and wine shops were in a mess, and on the streets, opera troupes and juggling, the people around the rivers and lakes cheered, and copper coins were sprinkled in each other's begging bowl like rain.

When the loud bombardment began, most of the people in Hangzhou stopped all their movements and language, looking at the city walls where fire and smoke were emitted. Then ten flames appeared in the air and then exploded into the palace. The huge explosion, the flying eaves of the imperial roof, the scattered fire, and the burning of the raging fire.

It left everyone standing there, shocked...

“………It seems that there is……the palace of Master Fang.”

"Someone assassinated..."

In shock, in a few breaths, when someone reacted, he shouted, "Protect Your Majesty..." If it were in the past, perhaps no one would have called out these words, but the announcement of Fang La's ascension to the throne today and the few words he said had made many heroes in the martial arts world, Green Linke, agree with the leader of the Ming Cult who had transformed from a laborer to an emperor.

Afterwards, the people of the Jianghu who were scattered on the streets and alleys slowly gathered on the main road street like a branch stream, crowded, rushing into Chaoyang Gate and rushing to the palace. They might try their best to go there, and maybe there were people who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

In the opposite direction, more than a thousand people in black and iron armor became an inconspicuous team in such a chaotic environment, shuttled through the intertwined alleys and headed straight to the granary at the northwest gate. On the way, you would inevitably encounter the crowds who were rushing towards the palace. After avoiding a large number of people from the martial arts world, if you encounter a few people who run the order, you would slaughter them and throw them into the corner.

The northwest granary was originally a major barracks. At this time, something happened to the palace. Huge explosions and black smoke rose into the sky. As long as you are not blind, you can basically see it.

In panic, Xu Bai, one of the twenty-four generals, proposed to rush to help Fang La to maintain the safety of the imperial city. Some people suggested that it was naturally opposed. Pan Wende, one of the twelve gods in Jiangnan, refused to send troops because the imperial city itself was guarded by the imperial city, and the past was caused by chaos.

The two were arguing, and Xu Bai led his 500 troops out of the grain guard camp alone.

"superior"

In the darkness, Lin Chong shouted softly. The black-clothed factory guards behind him moved quickly, silently approaching the earth wall of the camp. In a blink of an eye, they assassinated the soldiers who were patrolling over to the ground, and then changed their clothes and pretended to be fine. At this time, there were very few soldiers still walking in the camp at night.

Originally, in daily training, the East Factory did not confront others head-on. When they were simulating this method, they didn't know how many times they had simulated it. At this moment, the people who got in first cleaned up the guards at the camp gate, replaced their positions, and placed them in the hands of the lurking people.

Then they began to set fires.

The burning camp became chaotic in an instant. The soldiers who had just rushed out of the camp were first cut to the ground with a knife. The people behind the dead soldiers did not dare to rush out randomly, but instead bought more time for the guards of the East Factory who set fire.

"I am the twelve gods in Jiangnan, Pan Wen..."

A general rushed out with a knife. Just as he shouted, an eight-ring mixed copper stick came up, threw it directly on his head, and flew up, returned to the barracks, and never came out again.

"What kind of god is the god? Guajiu." Luan Tingyu took back the iron rod and killed the soldiers who came over.

On the other side of the warehouse, the flames were slowly ignited, and Lin Chong was covered with blood, and he rushed into the crowd alone, and blood was already flowing into a river. The fires in several grain warehouses gradually increased, and the spread was unstoppable.

However, there were still many soldiers from Yongle Dynasty rushing over, or wanting to put out the fire, and more than a thousand factories and guards formed an arc-shaped formation to protect the grain warehouse in the fire tightly behind them until they were burned out.

"We live and die together"

Lin Chong waved his iron spear and his hair flew in the fire.

……………………

On the city wall, killings were also spreading, and Ling Zhen and several factory guards were busy doing their final work.

"Hurry up, I see a big monk coming." Yang Zhi, who was already injured, knew where his limit was. If he really fought head-on with the other party, he would be looking for death.

While speaking, a figure holding a long-handled cloak knife squeezed away his people frantically, staring at Yang Zhi and running over, opening his mouth slightly, then licking his mouth with a grim smile, and his voice came over.

"Yang Zhi, you are not dead yet haha"
Chapter completed!