Infinite Throne

   Chapter 876 The Fierce Treasure Starts

  Irin happened to be passing by on the beam when he happened to hear the two below talking about him.

   What a coincidence.

   So Irin immediately crouched down and listened.

   "The Queen Mother's secret envoy will arrive tomorrow?"

  Irin pondered for a moment.

   secretly said that this matter doesn't seem to have much to do with him.

   It's no wonder that the search for assassins in the city has decreased in the past few days. It turns out that there are other important things.

in addition,

   As Yi Rin had speculated, the Apocalypse Assassin was sent by other vassal lords by the brain of Zhennan King.

   This is right in Yi Rin's arms.

   Let him have a headache first.

  To be honest, in the entire Zhennan palace, Yi Rin is most coveted by the magic weapon of the man in black.

   That magic weapon can be said to be a reserve of dead skin.

  If Yilin didn't know the way to kill people and drop the magic weapon, he would just go down and do it, why would he have a headache on the beam.

  Irin thought about it, but couldn't figure out any other way, so she could only go according to the original plan.

   Thinking of this, Irin smiled slightly and pressed her palm on her forehead.

   The dead skin on his forehead trembled slightly, and the grayish-white color quickly spread to his jaw, becoming a strange mask like the symbol of the "Apocalypse Assassin".

   "Good evening."

   Yi Rin didn't do anything fancy, and went straight to the back of King Zhennan lightly and patted King Zhennan on the shoulder.

  “!”

   King Zhennan, who was chatting with the assassin lurking in the dark, suddenly changed his face, as if he had been electrocuted, and was about to make a move.

   "You guys don't move."

Yi Rin's voice was deliberately accentuated on the word "you": "Friendly reminder, Lord Nan, if you don't want to die, tell your assassin and you to stop moving, otherwise, once I get nervous, I don't know what to do. Something crazy happened."

   A hoarse voice with a gloomy voice entered the ears of King Zhennan.

   "Ziyin, don't act rashly!"

   King Zhennan is worthy of being a vassal king on one side. As his thoughts were spinning, he quickly figured out who was the one who patted his shoulder from behind. While horrified, he also figured out one thing. Since the other party can come silently behind him, he really wants to kill himself, and he has already killed him, so why do he need to pat him on the shoulder?

   Is there really a pervert who likes to slap on the shoulder and make irresponsible remarks before killing someone?

impossible.

   King Zhennan immediately gave an order to the shadow assassin.

   Shadow Assassin hides in the shadows and almost freaks out.

   At that moment, he instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by the apocalypse assassin that night.

"It's you."

   "The sky and the earth overwhelm the universe, sitting alone in the sky and enlightening the world."

  Irin reported the final poem.

   He felt that reporting his name like this was very down-to-earth.

   King Zhennan's complexion turned from livid to rosy again. He took a long breath, his stiff body didn't dare to move, but he calmed down in a very short time, and he didn't dare to turn his head back. He moved towards the empty hall in front of him and asked, "What do you want? life?"

   "Oh, your life is worthless. By the way, let the children behind you come out first, otherwise, if this seat is shaking..."

   Before Yi Rin finished speaking, the shadow behind King Zhennan quickly separated, and about three feet away, the shadow twisted and turned into a blood-faced black-robed man, standing there.

   This guy's technique is really similar to [Shadow Kill].

  Irin squinted, and the [Destruction Revolver] that was clenched in the other hand behind him lifted up, pointing at the blood-faced black-robed man from a distance.

   "I heard that the twelve branches of the Bodhisattva Building are named after Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. Are you a member of the 'Zi Shi Lou'?"

   The man in black robe nodded, which was the default.

   It's not a big secret.

  A well-known thing in the circle.

   The other party knew the layout of the Bodhisattva Building, so the man in black robe was not surprised.

   Of course, this matter, Irin still casually took it out of the mouth of Senior Swordsman.

  Irin deliberately referred to Ziyin as a "child" and played the role of an old-timer who didn't talk about martial arts in the Assassin world.

   The bigger the gap between this vest and Irin's body, the less they would suspect a boy's head.

  Even if one day, Yi Rin swayed in front of them with a fan, no one would doubt that a seemingly clean young man would be the "Apocalypse Assassin" who made the entire Jingnan City feel terrified.

   was pointed at by a "weird magic weapon", and the man in black robe separated from King Zhennan's shadow and did not dare to move. He faintly smelled the pressure of death from the dark muzzle.

   "What exactly do you want?"

   King Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief after being surprised.

   He is also a human being, and at a glance, you can see that the other party sneaked into the Zhennan Palace again, not to kill him, but to talk.

  As long as we can talk, there is drama.

   But at the same time, King Zhennan felt extremely sad. He used to think that the Zhennan Palace, which was impregnable and even the Jindan cultivators could defend against it, was like his own back garden in the eyes of the other party. This feeling of suffocation made King Zhennan subconsciously flatten his mouth and wanted to cry and feel uncomfortable.

   "Since the Lord Nan took the initiative to propose, this seat is reluctant, you're welcome."

   King of Zhennan: "???"

   You sneaked your hand from your shoulders to this king's neck and grabbed it, can this king not take the initiative?

   Yilin didn't care that King Zhennan's psychological shadow area was expanding silently. After he finished speaking, he moved his gun and aimed at Ziyin: "That magic weapon, I want it."

"what!"

   Ziyin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly burst into rage, and his anger attacked his heart. His qi and blood were reversed, and his throat was full of sweetness, and he almost vomited blood again: "How dare you—"

   Before Ziyin finished speaking, King Zhennan gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

   "Your Highness!"

"give him!"

   Now not only does King Zhennan want to cry, but even Ziyin is about to cry.

But he also seems to be a ruthless man. After King Zhennan spoke, Ziyin hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the black flag, reluctantly wiped off the spiritual knowledge on the magic weapon, cut off the connection, flicked his wrist, and the black flag turned to Irene floated past.

  This evil magic weapon is connected with Ziyin's blood and essence. When the connection was cut off, Ziyin covered his chest with pain, knelt on one knee on the ground, trembling violently, sweating profusely under his robe.

  This magic weapon is as fierce as a tiger to ordinary monks, but in Yi Rin's eyes, it is a rich lunch box without any pressure.

   As the black flag fluttered, the dead skin on his forehead began to vibrate again, ready to move.

  Irin let go of the trigger, let [Destruction Revolver] float by his side, and with a right hand, took the lunch box into his hand.

   Looking carefully, Yilin felt the huge resentment contained in the magic weapon, and the cries of Yin infants could be heard faintly in his ears. After confirming that it was correct, Yilin temporarily stored the magic weapon in the storage space.

   Ziyin raised his head and watched in shock at the light-lifting movement of the other party.

   He is most aware of the wickedness of this magic weapon.

  The reason why he can use this magic weapon is that he can use it freely because he is fed with blood essence day and night. But when he cut off contact with Qifan, the evil spirit of the Yin Infant inside was not suppressed by anyone, and it was reasonable to say that it would go berserk in an instant. But those murderous souls were as cute as cats in front of the other party. Obviously, the other party had some means of restraining the murderous souls, and they won it so easily.

   "This is enough to buy your life. Oh, yes, you can move, don't be so restrained, just treat it as your own home."

  Irin was satisfied, so he let go of King Zhennan's neck, and at the same time signaled the other party to relax, don't be so nervous, and make himself like a bad guy who does all kinds of evil.

   King Zhennan instantly had the urge to burst into tears, isn't this the king's palace!

  This...this is my home!

   (end of this chapter)