Chang'an.

It was snowing heavily.

The atmosphere above Baiyu Square became increasingly severe and even a bit solemn.

As the evidence was revealed more and more, the third prince Li Liancheng seemed to be trapped in a jar and could not find any way out to escape.

His eyes were staring at the third prince Li Liancheng, which made him clench his fists, while the third prince Li Liancheng's eyes were staring at Nan Yehuo in the queue of the sect leader.

Just as everyone was staring at the third prince, the white-haired and white-clothed laughed at Xiaojian.

He walked out of the wind and snow, stepped down the white jade stairs, and took a step to dissipate a wisp of sword energy. In the end, the sword energy rose like a flame!

Staring at Xiaojian at Nanyehuo.

Chao Xiaojian didn’t know whether the third prince was the mastermind, but he only knew that the disciples of Jianshu Sect suffered a lot of grievances in this resource battle.

The head sister is not here, and the Jianshu Sect is the biggest one, and he is on Xiaojian... he should seek justice for these children so that they will not be wronged!

Whoever made them wronged, he would give Xiaojian a double return of this grievance!

I don’t know who the mastermind is, but what is certain is that... Donglu Sword Sect will definitely not be able to escape!

Lin Muzhe used beast-driving beads to trigger the beast tide, hoping to make all the disciples of Jianshu Sect die in the resource war. This is conclusive evidence, and there is no doubt that although Lin Muzhe died and died miserably, Chao Xiaojian still felt that Fang Lang and others were greatly wronged!

He bowed toward the Xiaojian and bowed to the Taiji Hall.

Then he yelled coldly.

"Nanye Fire, come out!"

The sound stirred up above the Baiyu Square, causing countless white snowflakes to explode.

"If you don't dare to follow me, do you believe it or not, I will go three thousand miles east today and slaughter all the disciples of your Donglu Sword Sect."

The words fell.

The entire Baiyu Square was shocked and fell into silence.

After slaughtering the entire Donglu Sword Sect, if someone else spoke, everyone would just sneer, but the white-haired sword demon came to the small sword... maybe it was really done!

Then, under the complex eyes of many sect leaders, the sword turned into a stream of light, tearing the heavy snow and rushing into the sky.

Lin Muzhe's death made Nan Yehuo feel heartbroken.

Lin Muzhe's death made the Donglu Sword Sect unable to pick itself out. As the leader of the Donglu Sword Sect, Nan Yehuo has no choice now, and he also stands up with his sword and chases him.

The two rushed into the sky.

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Youzhou Yaoque.

The fourth resource station.

In the post station pavilion, the eldest prince Li Tianlin sat quietly, burning in the fire beside him, and the spout of the kettle was puffing out.

Li Tianlin enjoyed the feeling of everything being mastered, playing with everything in applause, he was like a Buddha recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, and he could suppress everything with his palms.

It was like playing a chess game, and the battle between the black piece and the white piece was all in his control.

He likes to see his opponent's desperate face.

Just like the gentleman sword Wen Ting who was defeated by him back then.

He is different from the third prince Li Liancheng. In Li Tianlin's eyes, Li Liancheng is too stupid and stupid. After staying with those barbaric aliens for a long time, he has become only able to solve problems with domineering and arrogant behavior.

This is easy to miss, and it is easy to make yourself lose.

Li Tianlin's eyes were deep. He drank all the tea in the teacup and stood up slowly.

The heavy rain was falling, and the breeze caused by the rippling waves blew his four-clawed python robe.

Li Tianlin's eyes were a little far-reaching and deep, and he looked towards Chang'an.

Li Tianlin felt that only he inherited the bloodline of Emperor Tang, and that he was truly like Emperor Tang when he was young, with the kind of complete plans and everything in control.

Crown Lord, Li Tianlin is the most suitable for him, and Li Tianlin is the most suitable for him, the future emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

However, Li Tianlin knew... he would never have the chance to become the crown prince in his life and become the emperor of the next generation of Tang Dynasty.

The so-called dispute between the crown prince is actually just a joke.

Even the third prince Li Liancheng was not favored by his father because he was too involved with the alien race.

The only thing my father likes... is that stupid dick!

Li Tianlin found it ridiculous. After waiting for so many years, his father was finally willing to become the crown prince, but in the end... it was not him.

He worked so hard, but Emperor Tang turned a blind eye. He was a stupid second child who knew nothing, but he was favored by Emperor Tang.

How could the future master of the Tang Dynasty be a fool?!

There was a fire burning in Li Tianlin's chest.

Looking at the rainy curtain, the picture flashed in Li Tianlin's eyes. It was the picture when he approached the iron rule step by step.

Deep in the imperial city, there is an iron rule hanging, which is the iron rule of the Tang Dynasty.

The iron rule poured with the blood of the royal family.

Power, majesty, symbolizes strength.

The iron law has continued endless years and is the treasure mastered by the emperors of various dynasties!

It is also the power that Li Tianlin pursues!

Every time Li Tianlin pours his blood into the iron law, Li Tianlin can even feel the iron law bursting out with an amazing heartbeat, as if the iron law has turned into a real person!

Li Tianlin felt that in front of the iron rule, he seemed to have become extremely small.

It is this smallness that makes Li Tianlin more eager to possess and control the iron law.

Only by becoming the true emperor of the Tang Dynasty can one be qualified to control the iron law.

Li Tianlin looked at the dripping raindrops, and the gradually hazy world, his eyes were also hazy.

Father, the iron law...

What exactly happened ten years ago?

Ten years ago, Xuanyuan Taihua was lost in the Loulan Yao Que, and King Jiang Wu, who returned in a mess from the Yao Que, entrusted himself in his mansion and never left for ten years.

Behind this big thing that shocked the entire Tang Dynasty, whether the Tang Emperor's attack on the power that surpassed the limit of the world seemed to have not paid so many attention to it.

But Li Tianlin is still paying attention to him. He has been tempted over the years, but no clues have been found.

Is it successful? Or... it failed?

If he succeeds, he will never have any chance to ascend to the throne in his life.

But if it fails...then this is his opportunity to cause an uproar and change his established destiny.

So, no matter what Li Tianlin is, he must test it this time!

Even if...what is the world in chaos?

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...

Fang Lang looked at the eldest prince Li Tianlin calmly.

In fact, when Fang Lang knew that he was wrong when he heard that the officials of Dali Temple were detained by the order of the eldest prince.

I guessed wrong from the beginning, and it was not the third prince who instructed Lin Muzhe to induce the beast tide to attack them!

In other words, the third prince is just taking the blame or being plotted against.

The real envoy, the real nobleman behind Lin Muzhe, and even the nobleman behind Donglu Sword Sect, is the eldest prince Li Tianlin.

Therefore, Fang Lang did not refuse and came to meet the eldest prince in person.

Killing Lin Muzhe may have been a bit beyond the expectations of the eldest prince, which was considered an unexpected change.

Fang Lang was wearing bloody clothes and his face under the hat was not too enthusiastic. Fang Lang felt a sense of disgust and dislike from the bottom of his heart for the eldest prince Li Tianlin.

"It is indeed beyond my expectations that you can kill Lin Muzhe."

The eldest prince smiled.

"You can think about what I said to you last time?"

That time, the eldest prince and Fang Lang talked in the palace of the Ministry of Rites, and Fang Lang refused the eldest prince's recruitment.

Fang Lang shook his head: "The idea below has never changed."

The eldest prince raised his eyebrows, then poured a cup of tea and threw it slowly.

This cup of tea actually broke through the rain curtain in an extremely stable manner and floated towards Fang Lang.

"Drink about it with a cup of tea."
To be continued...