"Are these your last words?" Xia Yanzhen said, "I gave you a chance, but it's useless."

As soon as he finished speaking, he brought up a gust of wind and appeared in front of Mr. Chen.

"ah!"

Mr. Chen shouted filial piety, and at the critical moment of life and death, he finally showed the bloody courage that an apostle of dreams should have.

He used a brutal charge and crashed into Xia Yanzhen.

After advancing less than half a meter, Mr. Chen stopped. The force of the shock caused by being stopped suddenly made him almost vomit blood.

Xia Yanzhen grabbed the edge of the shield in Mr. Chen's hand, lifted it up, and snatched it away.

This is equipment, take it back to the brigade.

The shield in his hand was empty, and before Mr. Chen could react further, Xia Yanzhen struck with his sword.

Sword slash!

The most common sword slash.

All the defensive abilities of Mr. Chen were no different than non-existence in front of Xia Yanzhen's sword slash.

With just one strike of his sword, he cut off Mr. Chen's head.

Mr. Chen did not have exaggerated vitality and resilience. After waving his hands feebly twice, the headless body fell down.

His head rolled down to the door and hit the palace door before stopping.

This scene made the surrounding soldiers terrified.

Mr. Chen's last attempt to counterattack was astonishingly powerful.

As the elite soldiers in the imperial city, all of them are Qi martial arts masters and have good eyesight.

That momentum is definitely something that only a strong master can possess.

However, in front of the Demon Lord, he couldn't even take a sword! He couldn't even take a sword!

The terror of the Demon Lord has changed from hearsay to seeing it with one's own eyes.

"Open the door."

Xia Yanzhen held the blood-burning sword that was almost unstainable and knocked on the palace door. "I'm looking for your emperor and the warlock. I have something to ask them."

After hearing Xia Yanzhen's words, the imperial guard behind the door began to breathe more heavily.

Sure enough, the Demon Lord came for Your Majesty!

"Demon Lord!" the leader of the Royal Forest Army said loudly, "This is the Emperor——"

I didn't even finish half of the words, and I couldn't say any more.

It's almost the same, similar meaning. Someone just said that the head is now at the feet of the devil.

"You——" Try to change your words.

"boom!"

But Xia Yanzhen was just expressing his "will" and was not asking for consent.

After he finished speaking, he took action.

The palace gates of the royal palace are made of special trees.

It absorbs energy very well, but it is not very strong. In Xia Yanzhen's opinion, it is extremely fragile.

Just pat it and it will fall apart.

The scattered pieces of wood caused the masters behind the door to step back.

In fact, the physical damage is not big, but the psychological damage is too great.

The moment the door shattered, everyone thought they were dead, but fortunately, they were not dead!

As Xia Yanzhen broke the door and truly entered the palace, a group of imperial guards panicked.

What should I do? Should I rush forward and die?

Fortunately, at this time, a high-pitched and sharp voice came.

"Xuan, the demon lord enters the palace!"

"Xuan, the demon lord enters the palace!"

The sound came from deep within the palace, forming overlapping echoes here.

The guardsmen breathed a sigh of relief, their lives were saved.

Xia Yanzhen ignored the voice and walked forward directly.

The palace architecture is both complex and simple. The complexity lies in the various palaces, gardens, and winding corridors.

It's simple because, like the Imperial City, it is a "square city" with a central axis road.

Walking along this road, you can walk to the Imperial Palace in the Imperial City.

In the palace, you can go to the Yonghe Hall, the largest and most magnificent hall in the entire palace, where civil and military officials usually go to court.

Outside the Lama Temple is a square paved with white jade.

Going up the white jade stone steps, Xia Yanzhen came to the main hall.

In the huge hall, the red stone pillars may not even allow five people to hug each other.

The time now is afternoon.

The weather is cloudy today.

The palace, which was supposed to be magnificent, looked dim, perhaps because there were not enough candles lit, and even felt cold because it was not popular enough.

Inside the empty hall, a red carpet was laid, leading to a high platform deep inside.

There is a dragon chair on the high platform.

On the dragon chair, someone was sitting in a dragon robe. The only candlelight nearby formed a shadow, covering the person's face.

Only the outline of Mo Lake can be seen looming in the shadows.

Under the high platform, there is another person standing - a eunuch?

There are only two people in the huge Yonghe Temple.
Chapter completed!