As the sky was about to dawn, Tai Pan supported the old locust tree beside him. He stood up hard. After confronting him overnight, his whole body was already wet with cold sweat. Fortunately, because of some fear, none of the practitioners surrounding the mansion had taken action.

The demon spirits who came from the Marquis of Wu'an also gave Taipan some rest time.

"But that's all!" Taipan looked up and looked at the palace.

From the residence of the Censor to the palace, you need to pass through a Qianyuan Road and a Zhuque Street. The gate of the palace, Zhuque Gate, is at the end of Zhuque Street, or the starting point.

What Taipan has to do is to send this scroll of policy of reducing the vassals in his arms to the Zhuque Gate safely. As long as this scroll of policy of reducing the vassals enters the Zhuque Gate and handes it to Chao Cuo, this scroll of policy of reducing the vassals will inevitably appear in the court - no practitioner can attack an official in the palace, even if he is a semi-immortal giant, it is no exception.

And that time was when the bet ended.

Amid the creaking sound, the censor Chao Cuo had already pushed open the bedroom door and stepped out step by step. His face was a little sallow and there was a faint black circle around his eyes. Although he had used some makeup, it was still difficult to completely hide it. Obviously, this censor who had been persisting for more than 30 years could not sleep all night, but even though he had not been sleeping all night, the censor's eyes were still bright and unimaginable.

"Then please, sir." Chao Cuo was wearing a bright red court robes, a square crown on his head, and his hands were put in front of him. He was holding a tablet in his hand. There were traces of wind and frost on the tablet. This was the tablet he changed when he was just becoming a censor. It has been used for more than 30 years now.

After saying this, Chao Cuo had already left the mansion and headed to the palace without any hesitation.

"You guys follow me, too."

"In order to stop this report, there is another way to stop the strategy of reducing the power of the vassal state!" Several faint figures appeared beside She Yu. This was a demon spirit from the Marquis of Wu'an.

"You don't believe me, and I don't believe you. Since that's the case, then do your own thing!" Taipan did not reveal his identity in front of these demon spirits. Of course, these demon spirits had never noticed Taipan's identity at all. Although they had met many times in Dahe City, these ordinary demon spirits were arranged to come to Chang'an City after leaving Dahe City. Therefore, they had no idea about Taipan and their whereabouts in Wanling Mountain, and they did not know about Taipan's whereabouts.

Under such circumstances, even if some demon spirit thinks that Tai Pan's face is somewhat familiar, who dares to confirm that the qi and blood in front of him seems to die at any time. Will the tuberculosis ghost be a demon spirit who has made Tiangang successful?

When Taipan also left the Censor's Mansion, the hundreds of years old locust tree in the Censor's Mansion trembled and quickly withered down, and the insects and ants under the old locust tree also fled in all directions.

Although no one took action in the overnight confrontation, the interlaced aura had completely annihilated the vitality of the old locust tree.

After coming out of the Censor's Mansion, passing through Zhuyi Lane, passing through Qianyuan Road, soon Taipan's figure appeared on Zhuque Street.

To his surprise, all the way from the Censor's Mansion, the surroundings were quite calm, but it was true that Tai Pan became more cautious in his heart.

This does not mean that other practitioners gave up the idea of ​​intercepting him. The only reason for the first half of the journey was that other practitioners chose this extremely wide Vermillion Bird Street as a place to intercept him.

Taipan looked up and saw that it was still bright. Qi Mingxing was still hanging high in the air. Looking at the time, it was about half an hour before it was dawn. And half an hour was the time it took to pass through the Zhuque Gate on the Zhuque Street.

"Why don't you see your spirit beast demon servant?" As he pondered, a voice that was hard to suppress, barely mature and deep, but it was the disciple of Fenglei Dao who left after making a harsh statement last night, Xiang Lian.

"This is a matter between us, it has nothing to do with him, so I have already asked him to leave." Taipan's eyes just swept Xiang Lian's body, and then moved away, and fell to the end of the Suzaku Avenue, which was the gateway of the imperial palace, where the Suzaku Gate was located.

The word "we" is deliberately aggravated the voice.

"You are a little interesting."

"Our dispute today should have nothing to do with grudges or personal grudges." After considering Tai Pan's words, Xiang Lian also laughed.

"Of course, today's dispute is only about position and has nothing to do with grudges." Taipan also nodded.

"Okay, okay, you are really interesting."

"After today, if you can survive, I will make you a friend!" Xiang Lian's laughter became clearer. As he smiled, his figure disappeared in front of Tai Pan. Then, in front of Tai Pan's eyes, a cry suddenly sounded on the Suzaku Street that had run through several miles.

This comes from mythology, the master of the extreme south, and the singing of the sing of the sacred bird of the Vermilion Bird.

In front of Tai Pan, a vast sea of ​​fire was ignited in an instant. Just looking at this sea of ​​fire, there was an endless amount of heat rising from Tai Pan's gaze, sweeping across Tai Pan's body, trying to turn it into ashes.

At the same time, the strict laws of the gods in Chang'an City were also unfolded at this moment. Under the laws, it is forbidden to leap in the sky. In other words, the only way to reach the Suzaku Gate is to step by step through this sea of ​​fire.

This sea of ​​fire is not a real existence. Its essence is just that last night, the practitioners in Chang'an City used their own means on the Suzaku Avenue, triggering the illusion manifested by the heaven and earth vitality in Chang'an City.

In essence, this vast sea of ​​fire is just a rune.

A fire talisman outlined by taking the Suzaku Dao as paper, the Vermilion Bird as god, the practitioners as acupuncture points, the vital energy of heaven and earth as ink, and the meaning of the spirit as the pen.

This talisman acts on the essence of heaven and earth, and on the divine will of living beings, burning everything, but it does not involve the truth alone.

If there is a mortal who has never practiced and crossed through it from now on, then his only feeling may be that this Suzaku Street will appear a little warmer than usual, but for practitioners, this sea of ​​fire is the ultimate fire.

When the divine will burn out, the practitioner will naturally die. Burning all the flames will sweep out from the soul of the practitioner, and everything about the practitioner will be in ashes.

This is not something unpredictable magical, but simple. After practicing qi, the most basic control of the energy of heaven and earth is like the flame burning by ordinary practitioners with fire talismans in their palms. But the more this happens, the more terrifying the killing situation appears.

The most basic means are also the most fundamental means. Without any tricks, it means there is no flaw.
Chapter completed!