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Chapter 512: Three Nodes of Tianjing, the Yellow Armor Army Sets Out, Tianjing Chaos (7.2k)

Six Gates, Prison of Heaven
"here we go."

"I have waited for a long time and finally got all the people together."

"How do you feel now?"

The voice of the Demon Lord lingered in his ears, and Fang Fusheng couldn't help but stand up, feeling as if he was in another world.

Over the past month, he has been constantly familiarizing himself with his new appearance and identity.

From then on, he was no longer the third son of the Fang family, the son of the prime minister, but an inconspicuous jailer in the sky prison.

There are always prisoners in the Sky Prison who need to be killed by big shots. He can guarantee a period of time to secretly execute the prisoners and ensure the profits of "The Art of Demonic Parasitism".

His name now is no longer Fang Fusheng, but Liu Sandao.

As the saying goes, two-faced, no serious person would give himself this name.

After he had disguised himself, he looked like a prematurely aged jailer. He nodded and said:

"good."

"Just Lord Demon, please don't disappear suddenly again."

Fang Fusheng hated it so much. This Demon Lord always disappeared at critical moments, which made people very worried.

The Demon Lord laughed and said:
"If not, how can you be reborn?"

"Fang Xiaoran has talent but lacks the determination to do it."

"He's not as good as you. He's not a hero."

Fang Fusheng said calmly:

"I've got the key. Who would have thought that the formation that controls the entire Tianjing restriction is hidden on the thirteenth floor of the Imperial Prison and the Heavenly Prison?"

"Master Demon, you have planned everything, right?"

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
"That's right. There are three key nodes to conquer Tianjing."

"The first node is the Divine Mo of the Si Tian Jian. Her foresight ability is unmatched even by powerful Yuan Shen masters."

"So I contacted the Holy Son of Wudao Palace. He has the blood of the Martial Emperor and can use the secret blood technique to influence her judgment."

"She will feel that something big is happening in Tianjing, but she cannot get accurate information this time."

"The Champion Marquis suddenly appeared. I will make them feel a little social and at ease. Shen Mo will mistakenly think that the Champion Marquis is the key to breaking the situation, and thus relax his vigilance and think that the mission is accomplished."

Fang Fusheng listened to the Demon Lord's story and couldn't help but ask in surprise:
"Wait, didn't Lord Demon send someone to attack Champion Marquis?"

The Demon Lord laughed and said:

"The king never dies."

"If he dies, it will solve a hidden danger."

"If he doesn't die, stimulate Shenmo again."

"You should always be prepared for both situations."

Fang Fusheng couldn't help but say:

"So I am your second node?"

The Demon Lord explained calmly:

"You can't say that either."

"The second node is the teleportation ban in Tianjing. Every day, the imperial court will invest a huge amount of spiritual stones and natural treasures to prohibit anyone from teleporting to Tianjing."

"Not only was this teleportation formation created by the world's number one formation master, but its location has always been a mystery."

"Many people thought he was hiding in the palace, but he was actually on the thirteenth floor where the Imperial Prison and the Heavenly Prison did not exist."

"After all, the palace is heavily guarded. How can we allow a large number of outsiders to come in and out?"

"On the contrary, places like the Imperial Prison and the Heavenly Prison are easier to manage."

Fang Fusheng understood that the people who had the chance to get the key were the detectives of the Six Gates.

They are also responsible for maintaining the restrictions in Tianjing and managing the most core keys.

So the Demon Lord has set his sights on me.

Fang Fusheng took a deep breath and asked in confusion:
"But I don't understand, are you so sure that I can get the key?"

No matter how much Fang Wanjun doted on Fang Fusheng, even if she knew that he was killed by Fang Xiaoran and had to fake his death, she would never give him such an important key.

The Demon Lord smiled faintly and said:
“Don’t take yourself too seriously.”

"You're not the only one."

"Besides, if Fang Wanjun is a first-level primordial spirit, how could she have any problems without my prescription and special flesh and blood?"

"This is where you are better than Fang Xiao Ran."

"He still cares about the family. You can give the aunt the drug."

Fang Fusheng couldn't help but tremble twice.

Even if Fang Xiaoran had let him down, Fang Wanjun had never let him down. He could only cover his eyes and said painfully:
"I, I can't help it."

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
"Those who want to achieve great things either stick to one path until the end, or never do such dirty things."

"Don't pretend anymore, it's ridiculous."

"From the moment you give me the drug, there's no going back."

Fang Fusheng's body shook twice, and he suddenly felt that his previous self was too bad and low-class.

No wonder the Demon Lord has always looked down on me.

He couldn't help but ask:

"What about the third node?"

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
"Of course they are the top masters of Tianjing, Zhao Youli, Liu Tiance, and your father Fang Yuan and others."

"Only by luring them away can we truly capture Tianjing."

Zhao Youli was the Duke of Zhenguo, and Liu Tiance was the Duke of Liguo.

Fang Fusheng questioned:

"It's not that easy!"

"They are not fools..."

When Fang Fusheng said this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

That’s right, these people all went to the Young Heroes Club.

But Fang Fusheng had stayed in the Prime Minister's Residence for many years, so he couldn't help but say:
"Master Demon, where exactly do you want to attack?"

The Demon Lord laughed and said:

"I don't mind."

"what?"

Fang Fusheng was stunned. He couldn't understand all this.

The Demon Lord sneered:
"As the Art of War says, if you are strong, then make it empty; if you are empty, then make it strong."

"When you do things, don't plan too rigidly, but act according to your circumstances."

“Even if I had planned everything, I couldn’t have predicted that Chu Wujiang could kill Yuanshen in succession and cause us so much trouble in Tianjing.”

"Even Zhen Wenzhuo died at his hands."

“So in four words, go with the flow.”

Fang Fusheng suddenly realized, and he murmured:

"Young Heroes Meeting, Champion Marquis, Tianyuan Mountain, Holy Emperor Formation, Imperial Academy."

"The more news Lord Demon releases, the more the power of the imperial court will be dispersed. They dare not disobey."

"In this way, Lord Demon can defeat a smaller force with a larger force by concentrating his forces."

When the Demon Lord heard Fang Fusheng guess part of the plan, he couldn't help but smile and said:

"Ruzi can be taught."

"For the third node, I originally created a secret realm to lure the Duke of Zhenguo and others here and then cut off their transmission. But they chose to compete in the Small Xumi Realm. God is really helping me."

Fang Fusheng's eyes suddenly brightened and he said:

"Master Demon intends to attack the Xumi Gate?"

"The imperial court placed the Sumeru Gate in front of the imperial palace. If the Sumeru Gate is destroyed, the return route of the Duke of Zhenguo and others will be cut off."

"The overall situation can be determined in this way!"

Fang Fusheng finally guessed part of the plan. This time, the Demon Lord summoned the nine evil demons and made countless sacrifices. One by one, the spies were uprooted by the court.

Now it is finally time to reap the rewards.

The Demon Lord couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"wrong!"

"It's a trap."

"You don't think the Duke of Zhenguo and his men are fools, do you?"

Fang Fusheng blushed. He was still far from being able to play tricks on these people. He couldn't help but ask:
"how do I say this?"

The Demon Lord was very aggressive. After Fang Fusheng drugged his aunt and used all means to achieve his goal, he finally recognized him a little.

Because Fang Fusheng can no longer turn back, no matter in terms of identity or heart, he can only move forward towards the abyss.

The Demon Lord simply explained two sentences:

"I have sent a few spies to pray to the evil god in the secret realm. With the abilities of the three holy places, they will surely be able to discover clues."

"These people won't leak information because they have no secrets."

"The leaders of the Holy Land are all smart people. They will guess that I want to use the battle line to disperse my forces and make it easier to cut them off, so they will take advantage of my trick."

Duke Zhenguo, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will set up an ambush in the imperial palace, waiting for the nine evil demons to come and die.

Fang Fusheng swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but said:
"Master Demon, do you have a way to stop them from teleporting here?"

The Demon Lord couldn't help but smile and said:

"There are ready-made ones under the Sky Prison."

"As long as we seize the Imperial Prison and the thirteenth floor of the Heavenly Prison, we can change the power of the formation and make the Sumeru Gate no longer effective."

Fang Fusheng said quickly:
"Master Demon, there is a loophole here!"

"They have the Sumeru Talisman, which can avoid the restrictions and teleport here."

The Demon Lord couldn't help but laugh:

"Do you think I can't think of this?"

"It doesn't matter. They will definitely come to the Heavenly Prison to seize control of the ban."

“That’s the point of the game.”

Fang Fusheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva. This devil was hiding in the dark. He could control the nine evil demons and himself. Now he was plotting against the Duke of Zhenguo, his father and a series of other big figures.

These big shots seemed to be puppets under his control, and he couldn't help asking:

"Master Demon, who are you?"

The Demon Lord smiled but said nothing.

Fang Fusheng made a bold guess:
“Master Demon, you have such ability and you can even plot against the entire dynasty.”

"Could it be, could it be that you are the Martial Emperor?"

The immortal Ghost Emperor, the ruler of all ghosts, was once divided into seven parts by the imperial court and scattered across the country to be suppressed by grave keepers.

He knew the Imperial College's "Record of Ghost Creation", he knew countless kinds of magic skills, and he could rule over the nine evil demons.

In Fang Fusheng's understanding, only the Martial Emperor best fits the status of the Demon Lord.

It must be you.

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
"you guess."

Fang Fusheng gritted his teeth and said:

"The boy can't guess it."

"I just think that His Majesty Emperor Wu wants to take back what he lost, just like this kid."

"The "Ghost Creation Record" in the Imperial College, no, even the remains of Emperor Wu suppressed on Tianyuan Mountain, the tomb keeper is your target."

"You want to create the biggest chaos possible so you can fish in troubled waters!"

"Whether it's remains or a ghost record, any one of them will do!"

The Demon Lord rarely showed a look of approval and said with a smile:

"Your guess is correct."

"But I won't tell you whether it's right or wrong."

Although the Demon Lord did not admit it, Fang Fusheng was completely certain that the Demon Lord was the soul of the Martial Emperor.

This just raises a question.

First, isn’t Emperor Wu’s ghost being suppressed by Emperor Hao?

Second, if the Demon Lord has such ability, why doesn’t he attack Longzhou, or Wenzhou, Daozhou, Fozhou and other places, where the remains of Emperor Wu are also located.

Fang Fusheng was confused, but suddenly an idea struck him. He knelt on the ground and saluted:
"I am here to see you, Your Majesty!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Seeing Fang Fusheng use this little trick, the Demon Lord couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"My dear, please don't be polite. Stand up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Fang Fusheng was overjoyed. If the Demon Lord was the soul of the Martial Emperor, all his plans were to retrieve the Martial Emperor's remains and enter the Destiny Realm.

Then his future is bright.

[The Demon Lord once said that, except for the leaders of the three holy places, he looked down upon the bodies of most people.]

[Sure enough, there is a reason. 】

[After all, Emperor Wu is about to enter the realm of destiny, and this time he wants to return as a king! ]

Fang Fusheng suddenly remembered a song he heard some time ago.

"The emperor's flag is divided in half, and the winds and rains from all directions will gather in Tianzhou."

Emperor Wu was an emperor, and Emperor Hao was also an emperor.

When the world was divided between two emperors, he could also become a meritorious official.

In Fang Fusheng's opinion, if he wanted to take revenge on his elder brother and Chu Wujiang, his strength was totally insufficient. Only if he became a top-level expert would he have hope.

Fang Fusheng asked respectfully with the courtesy of a monarch and his subject:

"Master Demon, what should we do next?"

The Demon Lord smiled and said:

"One word, wait."

Wait?
Fang Fusheng looked puzzled. Shouldn't we race against time now?

The Demon Lord smiled and said:
"Now that the ban on Tianjing has been lifted, the Nine Evil Paths have taken the opportunity to enter the capital, so we will naturally take advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters."

"What's more, in addition to the demonic forces, I have also sent out a million soldiers!"

Fang Fusheng wondered in his heart:

Where do the millions of soldiers come from?
……

Tianjing, Acropolis No. 16
This is the sewer area of ​​Tianjing, which has the most poor people and the most suffering. It is a newly built acropolis used to accommodate Tianjing's cleaners and so on.

In order to avoid affecting the appearance of the city, Jingzhao Yin would order the foremen to move these poor people from the city to outside the city every night.

Although Marquis Guanjun reprimanded the eldest son of the Fang family, forbade the use of the people as slaves, and ordered the Fang family to improve the living conditions of the cleaners.

But obviously, in just one month, there was no significant improvement, especially in Acropolis No. 16, where an epidemic had recently spread and many cleaners had fallen. Their lives were still so bad, and the epidemic was spreading, constantly claiming the lives of civilians.

The nobles in the capital were completely unaware of this. It was not that they were deliberately indifferent, but that they really knew nothing.

It seems that this Acropolis on Number 16 is as far away as an alien planet.

The doctors in Xinglin were highly skilled in medicine. They could revive the dead and turn flesh into bones, but they had nothing to do with the slave laborers.

The walls of Tianjing were built by Yuanshen Zhenren and can dispel the plague, but the slaves do not live there.

Originally, this epidemic would have killed at least 30% of the population of Acropolis No. 16.

Nature reduces the population in its own unique way to prevent the human population from overexpanding.

But surprisingly, this time the slave workers in Acropolis No. 16 survived the plague.

Not only did they survive the crisis, they also joined a mysterious sect called Xuanyuan Sect.

Now the leader of Xuanyuan Sect, a man who called himself Taiqing Xuanyuan, stood in front of the slaves and gave a speech for them:
"You must get up at dawn every day and travel an hour to Beijing. You must follow the foreman's instructions, do heavy physical labor, and eat cold dry food with hard water."

"Every time the hour of Xu comes, the foreman will drive you out of Tianjing to avoid disturbing the city's appearance."

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"I'm sick, so I have to endure it."

"I'm tired and sleep on the dry and cold wooden planks."

"Day after day, year after year."

Zhang Daocheng spoke softly, and the originally numb expressions of the slaves were slightly moved.

It’s not because of Zhang Daocheng’s superb speaking skills, but because he came here, brought talisman water for the slaves, and treated the plague for them.

Therefore, the slaves were willing to listen to him seriously.

Some slaves couldn't help sobbing, and some asked:
"Master Zhang, if we join the sect, can we live a good life in the next life?"

They dare not have any extravagant hopes in this life and can only pin their hopes on the afterlife.

Zhang Daocheng shook his head and said:

"There is only this world, and it is difficult to have an afterlife."

"If you can't be happy in this life, your next life will be worse."

The slave workers showed a look of despair, and then their leader asked:
"Master Zhang, we know you are capable of great things."

"What do you want us to do?"

The slave laborers lived a hard life, but they were not stupid. Zhang Daocheng came to this desolate place where no birds shit and no chickens laid eggs to treat them. He must have other intentions.

Zhang Daocheng said seriously:

"I am seeking justice for you."

"You work hard every day, but you can't even get enough food to eat, and your future is uncertain."

"Your Majesty loves the people like his own children. He would never want to see this. There must be treacherous officials deceiving him."

When the slave workers heard this speech, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If Zhang Daocheng said something outrageous again, they would have to consider whether to report him.

It’s just that Zhang Daocheng is a good man and the slave workers don’t want to report him.

The slaves thought of this and agreed:

"Your Majesty has a kind heart, but those treacherous ministers are too evil."

"But is there any way?"

Zhang Daocheng replied firmly:
"There is a way!"

"Your Majesty is now living in Tianyuan Mountain. As long as everyone goes to Tianyuan Mountain together and petitions His Majesty, he will definitely understand the suffering of the people and punish these treacherous officials."

His Majesty is kind-hearted. As long as we go to him and petition him, he will definitely come to help us.

The slave workers' eyes brightened up, but could they do it?
Zhang Daocheng said in a deep voice:

"Taiqing Xuanyuan will protect you."

"I will also give you some talismans to prevent accidents."

The slaves were looking forward to their future life, and at the same time they simply believed that His Majesty the Emperor should be considered one of their own.

If Zhang Daocheng wanted to rebel, they would still hesitate.

It would be perfectly fine if I just explained the pros and cons to Your Majesty.

Perhaps Your Majesty is kind-hearted and could reward us with a few taels of silver, and our lives would get better.

The slave laborers in Acropolis No. 16 began to organize themselves and marched toward Tianyuan Mountain to plead with Di Hao.

……

Zhang Daocheng successfully mobilized the people of the Acropolis to march towards Tianyuan Mountain, but he looked frowned.

He couldn't help but ask his strategist:
"Bai Ye, you should understand."

"If Your Majesty still wanted to govern the country, you wouldn't have stayed in seclusion for more than a decade and ignored state affairs."

"This kind of petition will not produce any results."

Hei Chen smiled and said:

"My Lord, isn't that wonderful?"

"The people still have illusions, believing that your majesty is kind-hearted and that the bad ones are all treacherous ministers."

"Our dynasty has accumulated over six hundred years of experience. No matter whether it is the noble families or the common people, their respect for the court is deep in their bones and they dare not rebel."

"If we let them rebel against the government and the imperial court like the people in Linzhou and Leizhou, it would be impossible."

Yes, Hei Chen is better at understanding people's minds than Bai Ye.

He could see that these people were deeply afraid of the imperial court. Once a rebellion broke out, some people would defect to the imperial court, report crimes, and maintain its rule.

So he simply did the opposite and told the people.

Yes, Your Majesty is kind-hearted. We will go to petition Your Majesty together.

Does this seem ridiculous?
No.

Just like Chu Wujiang’s previous life, in Tsarist Russia in 1904, those workers who believed in the Tsar and believed that His Majesty was a good person spontaneously petitioned His Majesty to plead with him.

Your Majesty please improve our lives.

We want to live a better life.

What greeted them were the Tsar's bullets and bayonets.

From then on, the people no longer believed in the Tsar.

You are no longer our emperor.

Just a tyrant.

This is where the change in people's hearts lies.

The people seem humble, pitiful, and helpless, but this world has dragon veins and human hearts, and these are the legacy of the Human Emperor in the past.

Even the imperial court did not dare to announce openly that the untouchables should be put to death.

Hei Chen's move was similar in nature. He smiled and said:

"We will mobilize the people in Tianjing to petition and embarrass the court."

"What luck."

"In order to maintain its dignity, the imperial court would normally treat the people of Tianjing well and give them a higher status, so as to avoid having to suppress the people openly and tear off the veil of warmth and affection."

"But the court made a big mistake. Jingzhao Yin created a large number of slave laborers near Tianjing. Their lives were difficult, and the lord came to treat their illnesses. He was simply a perfect tool."

"We will be like a rainbow piercing the sun, piercing the heart of the court."

Zhang Daocheng retorted:

"Bai Ye, you are wrong."

“They are not tools!”

Hei Chen quickly bowed and apologized:
"My subordinate is rude."

"But the arrow is on the string. The Nine Evil Paths are going to cause trouble in Tianjing. Our action this time will produce the greatest benefit."

Zhang Daocheng pondered and said:

"But the court can still block the news, and not many people will know about it."

Hei Chen took out the newspaper and chuckled:
"My Lord, please look, this is a new thing that the Champion Marquis has made, it's called a newspaper."

"We don't have that technology, but we can have people carve and print copies of newspapers and spread them out."

"These people may seem insignificant, but their blood or voices will change the entire era!"

The plan that Heichen planned for Zhang Daocheng was far more reliable than that of Tianyun Taoist.

If the world had not been in chaos, these rebels would have become weaker and weaker under the encirclement and suppression of the imperial court, and would eventually be successfully wiped out.

The Tianming Dynasty ruled over hundreds of states, with a vast territory, elite soldiers, and endless masters.

What can a lone army do?

The Huangjia Army moved around in Linzhou and Leizhou, but only eliminated ordinary landlords and gentry.

Even if the King of Jin, the King of Han and other local kings tried their best, the Yellow Armor Army has been wiped out by now.

Only when the world is in chaos will the Yellow Armor Army have a chance, instead of being the vanguard of the king!
"My Lord, do it!"

"Target, Tianyuan Mountain!"

Zhang Daocheng nodded and said:

"set off!"

The people of Acropolis No. 16 wore yellow scarves on their heads, and each of them held the [Yellow Scarf Hercules Talisman] given to them by Zhang Daocheng.

This talisman can greatly increase their strength and physical fitness, and even make them like martial artists who have achieved great physical fitness and can walk as fast as the wind.

Zhang Daocheng called himself Taiqing Xuanyuan. His mentor once commented on him that his talent for talismans was unparalleled and he had the ability to turn grass into horses and sow beans into soldiers.

Even if it is a group of ordinary people, he can use talismans to turn them into a powerful iron army.

However, although he had such talent, he was unwilling to study talismans honestly and become the most outstanding talisman master in Taoism. Instead, he used talismans to engage in rebellion.

Snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the slave workers.

On a snowy day, the Yellow Armor Army appeared near Tianyuan Mountain, and they were about to petition Emperor Hao.

……

Tianyuan Mountain, Sheji Temple

This is where Emperor Hao retreated, and it is also where the soil for the country is cultivated. A large amount of immortal rice is produced every year for the royal family to enjoy.

Therefore, the security here is extremely strict, and the imperial court directly mobilized the elite troops of the Tianming Army to guard here.

At this time, Wei Zhongming, the commander of the Tianming Army, received a shocking piece of news. He looked at his adopted son Wei Xianping in confusion and asked:

"You said that some people are coming to Tianyuan Mountain to petition?"

Wei Xianping nodded and said:

"Yes, foster father!"

Wei Zhongming immediately ordered:

"Are these unruly people crazy?"

"Drive them all away."

"This is Tianyuan Mountain. No one is allowed to approach."

Wei Xianping quickly shook his head and said:

"Godfather, they won't leave and are saying some crazy things."

"They said they wanted to see your Majesty, and that as long as your Majesty knew about this matter, he would definitely meet them."

Wei Zhongming cursed:
"idiot!"

"How can your majesty possibly meet them? Beat them to death."

"Let these unruly people no longer dare to say such nonsense."

"It's just baffling!"

Wei Zhongming had been in the Tianming Army for a long time. He had faced high-ranking military officials and martial arts masters, and had never heard of such a magical thing.

The Tianming Army is responsible for defending Tianyuan Mountain. How could they allow unruly people to go up the mountain?

Wei Xianping quickly agreed:

"Yes, foster father."

"and many more!"

Wei Zhongming suddenly called his adopted son and added:
"Catch a few people and torture them severely. Who knows, someone might be behind this!"

……

Tianjing, Fengyu Tower
Bai Ye looked at the latest intelligence sent to him. The slaves did not enter the city to clean up. The city of Tianjing was full of garbage, and every family was blaming the foremen.

They even sent people to Acropolis No. 16 to urge the lowly slave laborers to come and work quickly.

Bai Ye gathered all the information and suddenly shouted:
"not good!"

"Something terrible is happening! Something bad is happening in Tianjing!"

Bai Ye felt a palpitation in his heart, which had no reason but was just a sudden impulse.

He always had this feeling when he was about to lose every time he played against Heichen.

Hei Chen commented on Bai Ye:

"You are still qualified as a sandbag."

Bai Ye is better at investigating intelligence, has sharp perception, can discover the truth from clues, has strong auxiliary abilities, and is good at both civil and military affairs.

The only thing is that he is one level behind Hei Chen when it comes to planning big conspiracies and major events. Every time the other party is about to succeed, he realizes what is going to happen.

He was in Fengyu Tower looking at the intelligence he had collected from all sides. When he put all this information together, he couldn't help but shout:
"Duke Zhenguo and others have gone to the Small Xumi Realm."

"Now is the best time to attack Tianjing."

"If I were to do this, I would definitely find a way to intercept the teleportation formation."

"Of course the court must be prepared."

"I don't need to understand how the two sides are calculating against each other. As long as I assume that the Nine Evil Paths succeed, it means that Tianjing will be in chaos."

"Quick, inform the lord immediately!"

Bai Ye acted quickly and ran to the Chu family.

At this time, Lu Youlan, Huo Qiu Shui and others were not there.

He could only see Sima Ning and said quickly:
"Miss Ning, help me contact the lord!"

……

Small Xumi Realm, Infinite Terrace
Chu Wujiang was enjoying the cheers of the crowd when he suddenly received a series of messages amidst the calls.

One is from Bai Ye and the other is from Sima Ning.

Their news was delivered through the "Follow the Dragon Technique" and the soul seal.

At this time, Abbot Puji realized something was wrong and shouted:
"Everyone, something happened at the Xumi Gate."

"We need to go back immediately!"

At this time, the thirteenth level of the Heavenly Prison and the Imperial Prison were breached.

The Lord of Hong Yun Pavilion had been lurking for many years. After using the key to open the bottom level of the Sky Prison, he killed the guardian of the Sky Prison and changed the formation that prohibited teleportation.

The leaders of the nine evil paths arrived in Tianjing in an instant.

There was chaos in Tianjing.

(End of this chapter)