"Let me borrow your disciple who can see through the false for a few days."

"Brother, you don't have to do this. Just after a fierce fight, you should rest and recuperate."

Chen Qiu stopped him.

He said:

"Someone is already dealing with the matter over there."

"Um?"

The mountain ghost blinked, and after a few breaths, he asked:

"Zhang Chu?"

"Yes, Zhang Chu."

Chen Qiu raised the jade full of spiritual energy in his palm and looked carefully in the sun, as if he was looking at a work of art.

He said:

"Before the incident in Qilu, I sent him a letter, and he would help him finish the work."

"When did you get mixed up with that Zhang Chu again?"

Shan Gui was wearing a ghost face at this time, but his expression looked like the anxiousness of a brother who was watching his brother wandering around with friends but couldn't stop him. He emphasized and said:

"That person is not a good thing."

"Zhang Chu, he and us have never been the same person."

Chen Qiu looked back at his brother and replied:

“He is not a friend either.

This time, it’s just a coincidence. Everyone has a common goal, so brother doesn’t have to worry.”

"You just trust him?"

The mountain ghost asked again:

"Aren't you afraid of him? If you make another mess with the same thing as that night in Jinling?"

"In fact, we misunderstood him. That guy saved Hongchen Jun in Jinling, just to squeeze out his final value and then kick it away.

Compared with his evil people, we brothers are really considered great good people.”

Chen Qiu smiled, and he knocked on the jade in his hand, listening to the light voice, saying:

"And brother may not know that Zhang Chu looks evil and evil, but in fact, he and his brother Zhang Lan have one thing in common."

"What?"

The mountain ghost asked.

Chen Qiu shrugged and said with a smile:

"They brothers admire their father very much, and they listen very much to their father."—

In Yanjing City, within the Imperial City.

Outside the Hall of Yangxin, a knife-wielding guard who was standing guard suddenly bowed, as if severe pain burst out from his body, causing him to twitch.

It took several breaths before he recovered.

Relying against the shadow of the palace wall, my face turned pale, and sweat dripped from my forehead as big as beans.

This is not a trick that bursts out in thoughts.

This is the transfer of divine thoughts. With the tide of spiritual energy dissipated, the spiritual energy that had not yet dissipated on this land, the King of Hongchen transformed his weak divine thoughts into this imperial city a hundred miles away.

In the past, the soul subjects had to be at the worst of the body of the half-step Tianlist to bear it.

Now, with this little guard, who is just above the list, can carry the remaining divine mind subjects. It can be seen that Hongchen Lord is really weak to the extreme.

"Thousands of years of hard work will be wasted!"

He gritted his teeth, leaned on the knife, stood up, and while gritting his teeth, he said:

"The thief Chen Qiu, I will destroy my Taoist actions and disrupt my Taoist heart. Even if I try my best to take this place to bury this world, I will still crush you to ashes!"

Said so.

He moved his footsteps and walked towards the Yangxin Palace. As the imperial guard, he could enter and exit here freely. The small king of the northern country was already asleep in the hall at this time.

We must plant his thoughts and use them as the incarnation of the world.

Then, with the lord of the northern kingdom, he mobilized his strength to attack Qilu, and remained unrest with him until he died!

Of course, he had lost his mind before he could attack his anger.

While this clone was acting, several other last clones hidden in Yanjing City, who were still in the Middle Earth, also began to retreat outside Yanjing City.

He has suffered a severe blow, and at this time it is a desperate situation, and the eggs cannot be placed in a basket.

But fortunately, even if these clones were killed, he would have no worries about his life. There are still a few thoughts in Japan.

"What are you doing here?"

He walked into the Hall of Peaceful Heart with a knife and was immediately seen by the eunuch Ade, who served the king. Ade grabbed the whisk and said sternly:

"Get back! Don't disturb the king."

"hey-hey"

The guard showed a sneer, stepped forward misstep, punched Ade, who was caught off guard, knocked him out, and then rushed into the back of the palace quickly. This matter must be fast!

Before others discover it, they implant the small king into their minds.

But just as he stepped into the back hall, he suddenly stopped.

In front of the room where the king rested, Zhang Chu, a national teacher in a solemn black robe, was holding the fire and lit the lamps on both sides of the aisle. Judging from his movements, he seemed to be waiting here for a special trip.

The fire light illuminated Zhang Chu's strange-colored pupils.

He looked back at the stunned guard, put his hands behind him, and said with a smile:

"Immortal Lord, what are you doing in a hurry? Do you need to serve the Immortal Lord like me?"

"you!"

The King of Hongchen was shocked.

He took a step back and drew his knife in his hand.

"It's really sad that the dignified Immortal Lord has fallen to the point of relying on a knife to protect himself."

Zhang Chu shook his head and said:

"What's the point of living like an ant? Immortal Lord, don't struggle, Zhang is here to send you away."

"Bang"

The golden flame rose in Zhang Chu's hands, causing Hongchen Jun's expression to change drastically.

He shouted:

"You are irreconcilable with Chen Qiu! Why do you want to help him and deal with me?"

"The Immortal Lord was joking."

The national teacher curled his lips and walked forward, saying in a gentle tone:

"I'm not dealing with you for Chen Qiu.

Since my childhood, my father has no favor for you guys who pretend to be a god. Today's affairs are just a son who inherits his father's business.

If his father knew that Zhang killed an immortal with his own hands, he would be very happy."

"There is something wrong with your holy fire!"

Hongchen Lord shouted:

"I can help you"

"Swish"

The golden flame flashed away, and before the Hongchen Lord could finish his words, his body was burned to death by the holy fire.

"I've known it a long time ago."

The national master looked at the pile of ashes under his feet with fire.

He whispered:

"I will die, I know, but if life is not used to pursue something that desires, then what's the point of Zhang's life?

I am Zhang Moye’s son!

I will definitely help him do what my father hasn’t done!”

He turned around, waved his sleeves, and blew the ashes away.

"Haha, Chen Qiu, it's up to you to let Uncle Beihan go, this time"
Chapter completed!