Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 241 A piece of lead flower suppresses nightmare
"Chen Ning'an, don't be too greedy."

Finally, the commotion here was discovered. Prince Chun did not come, but the butler came.

He followed one of the five people in the light realm and looked at Chen Ningan as he spoke.

The noise was too loud and disturbed the peace of some residents of Prince Chun's Mansion in Dengjing, so he had to come and deal with it.

Moreover, the current situation is somewhat critical. If it is not handled, Master Jiao may die.

"Kill me! What are you doing here?!"

Screams were heard as the door opened and closed. Jiao Yunfeng's eyes trembled as the bolt made clanging sounds, unwilling to see Chen Ning'an being punished again.

"call……

Chen Ning'an took a deep breath, and the heavy burden on his body calmed down. A flash of intelligence appeared in his eyes.

Blood red replaced the whiteness, and the eyes could finally see again.

"I'm not done yet, get lost."

Chen Ningan's expression showed his displeasure: "If you don't want to die, get out of here."

The housekeeper straightened his face and warned, "Mr. Chen, this is Prince Chun's Mansion."

As a guest, aren't you being too arrogant?

"so what?"

Chen Ning'an sneered: "It's impossible for Prince Chun's Mansion to go back on its word now after promising to give me something, right?"

"of course not."

The housekeeper lowered his eyes and said, "But please be careful, this small courtyard cannot withstand your upheavals."

He half-instructed and half-warned: "If this courtyard collapses and leads to other things, my Prince Chun's Mansion will not be responsible."

"No need to remind me."

Chen Ning'an closed his eyes. The wooden sword that had been struck by lightning on the ground had been completely worn out and could no longer cut open his body and soul.

The emergence of spiritual consciousness opened up a new world for him. If he had to put it bluntly, it was as if the previous qi-gazing technique had grown hands.

No longer seeing with the eyes.

"No delivery."

He uttered two words, controlled the Qi with his spiritual consciousness, and pushed the old butler out the door.

A flash of panic flashed across the old butler's face, but he quickly calmed down when he found that the people around him did not react.

It's not hurtful.

"boom!"

The door closed, and Jiao Yunfeng's roar became clearer, making people feel annoyed.

"What method is this?"

He felt incredible, without any pollution or influence, as if he was picked up by the hands of the wind.

"Dongwei, what was that just now?"

He asked the person next to him, but the person shook his head and didn't say anything.

He doesn't know either.

Chen Ning'an's power is very special and peculiar. It is not like the means of the night watchman, the lantern bearer, or the characteristics of the new trend.

“Maybe there are some special things in the remote places.”

The dark sound moved outside the yard, and the two gradually moved away.

In the yard, Chen Ningan closed his eyes and began to search his body with his spiritual consciousness.

The Xuanguan acupoint is neither inside the body nor outside the body, but it is both inside the body and outside the body, which fully fits the word "Xuan"!
As the saying goes, the more mysterious, the more wonderful. Chen Ningan found that he was wrong before.

He couldn't see, so how did he find the door? Huang Long must have had another trick up his sleeve. Now that his spiritual consciousness was surging and intertwined with the Qi, he really did find a door.

It’s hard to describe the feeling, it was like being in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. He seized the opportunity and rushed forward to knock on the door!
"boom!"

The yard shook, the floor trembled and cracked, and the silent imperial city in the yard also trembled.

A deep crack spread from around Chen Ning'an, growing larger and larger, dividing the imperial capital into two!
Chen Ning'an used up almost all of his strength in this knock. His body dried up instantly, and his spiritual consciousness caused more than half of his eyes to explode!
His eyes popped open, blood gushing out.

But he didn't care and continued to put all his strength into knocking on the door again!
"Boom!"

Half of the imperial capital has fallen, and Chen Ning'an is once again in need, but Liao Yun's plan has already been formed. With the strength of tens of millions of people, can't he overcome this difficulty?

"Come again!"

He roared angrily, the fire in his heart continued to burn and surge, almost burning up.

"To die, to die!"

Jiao Yunfeng on the door was laughing. He felt that he was breaking apart and was finally going to be free!
He had anchored an imperial capital for five years, in a cycle of repeated attempts to live but unable to, and to die but unable to, but now he had finally been freed!

In a trance, He seemed to see the light.

…………

"Crack!"

When changes occurred in the lighting environment of Prince Chun's mansion, there were twelve statues in the Liuhe Hall in the center of the imperial capital.

The candlelight flickered, the sandalwood incense curled, and the sound of shattering came from the last of the twelve statues.

There was an old monk with scars on both eyes chanting scriptures here. With a clicking sound, he stopped what he was doing and slowly walked towards the statue.

Since the establishment of the New Qin Dynasty, the Qin Emperor has traced his roots to prove the legitimacy of his bloodline and worshipped the Taimiao.

The Taimiao is grand, consisting of the Ancestral Hall, dedicated to the First Emperor, the Ancient Hall, dedicated to emperors of all dynasties, and finally the Modern Hall, which houses the bloodline of the new Qin family.

The links are linked together, and each generation can find their ancestors. The lineage is inherited from generation to generation, and the true dragon bloodline is never interrupted.

The twelve statues in this temple are the ones in this hall. The last one is the biological father of the current New Qin Emperor. The whole body is made of gold and is magnificent and dazzling.

But now, this last statue was cracked at the neck, and the dragon head was about to crack.

The monk gently stretched out his hand and smoothed the crack with his fingertips, seemingly... strangling the late emperor's neck.

"The world is in turmoil again."

He sighed and continued to sit and recite.

But the next moment, a series of "click" and "click" sounds were heard.

How could gold crack? But it did, with the sound of the cracks spreading from the current hall to the ancestral hall!

"So fierce!"

The monk's face showed fluctuations, this was unprecedented.

He stopped chanting again, stood up, and closed the door of the Temple of Heaven.

He is the only one here, and no one knows what is happening inside.

"Boom!"

The sky above the imperial capital was flashing with lightning and thunder, covering up all the sounds of shattering.

There was heavy rain mixed with hail. If you looked closely, you could see that the hail was black and the rain was turbid. The imperial capital was experiencing a rainstorm that had not been seen in hundreds of years.

"boom!"

Princess Wu woke up from her sleep with a start, and subconsciously grabbed the things beside her, sweating profusely.

She had an absurd and shocking dream, and the paleness of her face was reflected by thunder and lightning.

"How could I be awakened?"

She put on her clothes and went to the yard. When she looked up, she saw a pitch-black sky. The bright lights in the imperial capital were all suppressed by the heavy rain.

The lights dimmed and hailstones hit everywhere with a crackling sound.

It's like a war.

"Was it this sound like gunfire and bullets that woke me up?"

She reached out and grabbed a falling hailstone, and the coldness instantly dispelled her sleepiness.

"Someone is coming."

She stared at the hail and spoke. The maid who had been waiting outside the door lowered her head and waited for instructions.

"Any news about the Eighth Prince's banquet?"

"My Lord, we have already received the news. It will be held on the seventh day of this month."

"It's the second year of junior high school now... no, it's the third year of junior high school, so it will be four days later?"

Ying Wuyi looked at the black stain on his fingertips. The pollution in the imperial capital was becoming more and more serious.

"Yes, Master, shall we push further?"

The attendant said cautiously: "Although there is no important person, you may leave a bad impression on those nobles."

"Nobles? Those are nothing." Ying Wuyi didn't care. He told them to wait, so they had to wait without any second thoughts.

but……

"It's almost time. He has already arrived at Prince Chun's mansion. Just accept the invitation."

Ying Wuyi shook off the raindrops on his hands and said, "By the way, help me connect with Xiao Nineteen and ask her if she's going tomorrow."

Little Nineteen?
That is Ying Wuyi's biological sister, Ying Jiyue, but because of the big age gap, the two don't have much contact.

"Why did the master suddenly think of this sister?"

"Maybe I'm a little too old, so he doesn't like it, so let my sister try it."

Ying Wuyi laughed and said, "By the way... help me share the pressure."

The banquet seemed to be a simple one, but she had an appointment with Prince Chun, and the Eighth Prince might encounter unexpected events.

She was alone and might be sacrificed at any time in Mourinho's mansion. After all, her mother, Concubine Fu, had a child.

But if Ying Ji Yue is also pulled in by her, then mother will definitely not be willing to let go, and grandfather... will also have to start taking action.

"Princess."

Ah Da walked out from the corner: "If I do this, I can't guarantee that Mourinho will know."

"So what? So what if he knows? Would this royal whirlpool grandpa dare to come in?"

Ying Wuyi sneered and said, "I'm looking forward to his entering the arena. This way, our chances of winning will be better."

"Ugh……"

A Da shook his head. There are not many male descendants in Mourinho's family, but Ying Wuyi is very powerful.

But precisely because of this, he felt sad, the sadness of being born into a royal family, the sadness of being born in troubled times.

"Princess, have you ever thought that you might be used as a knife by others?"

Ah Da still reminded: "Not only you, but also Prince Chun's Mansion, may have been used as a knife."

"So what if it's a knife?"

"Boom!"

The rain became heavier amid the thunder, and it was so dark that it was hard to breathe.

Ying Wuyi whispered: "I am a knife."

After the door closed, her calm voice said, "I'm going to bed."

"So what if it's a knife?"

Ah Da savored these words, with something churning in his eyes.

Ying Wuyi is Princess Wu, this sentence probably contains more meaning.

"A-er." He said to the other side, "You should go and take a look at the master of the family."

The words are very euphemistic, but they basically express what I mean today.

Some things cannot be hidden, the only difference is whether more or fewer people know it.

So when the document was presented to the Eighth Prince, he was not very happy.

"I just went to bed, and you keep trying to give me trouble."

The eighth prince picked up his cell phone and checked the time. It was already past three in the morning.

His eyes were long and narrow, and slightly curved, making him look more charming.

"what document?"

Picking it up casually, the Eighth Prince was dissatisfied: "Can't you give me the phone? Who dares to steal the secrets of my phone?"

"Paper documents are safer. We sent them from the Land of Lights."

The guard lowered his head and spoke, his lips trembling slightly.

"Huh? Xiaowu, do you want to kill me?"

Looking at the document, the Eighth Prince's eyes narrowed even further, almost into a slit.

The light in the cracks is scary.

"So cute."

Finally, he threw the documents on the table, said nothing and went back to sleep.

The guard didn't dare to look up, and he didn't dare to make any other movements until the Eighth Prince spoke. He just stayed like that all night.

It was not until the next morning that the Eighth Prince said to him, "Go away."

He knew that this was a punishment for disturbing his master's sweet dream. Only when he heard the word "get out" did he leave as if he had been pardoned.

“That’s terrible.”

The Eighth Prince looked at the documents, pulled out a copy and read it several times.

"Chen Ning'an? Is this how Xiaowu started the game, letting an unknown guy kill me?"

This information records in detail Chen Ning'an's life, information, and the nightmare power he possesses.

Mountains, the lost cross bridge, and entering Prince Chun’s Palace, etc.

It is suspected that he gained some benefits in the Zhenhai Building.

"That old thing Prince Chun is just cannon fodder. Aren't the mountains... something that was flattened in that era? Do they deserve to be called a nightmare?"

He flipped through a few pages and his eyes fell on the photo of Chen Ning'an.

Suddenly, the eyes in the photo moved slowly and looked at him.

"Ah!"

The Eighth Prince closed the file. It was contaminated. Who got the information?

"Kill the person who delivered the information."

He threw these things away irritably, and his mood became bad early in the morning.

"Wait a minute, and kill everyone in his family as well. They are annoying to live with."

Human life is just a number to them.

The heavy rain was still falling, as if to calm everything down and make those surging things quiet down a little.

In Prince Chun's mansion, Chen Ning'an crashed again. The imperial capital inside the gate was fake, but no matter how fake it was, it was still the power of nightmare.

"Boom!"

The entire imperial city sank.

Buried deep underground, it was as if a violent earthquake of magnitude 10 had occurred here, and everything was shattered.

This is just the price to pay for Chen Ningan’s goal.

He was breathing deeply at this moment, his face full of surprise.

The flower has become!

He found the secret to the entrance!
This is not luck, it is the result of his tireless practice. The Taoist did not lie to him!
Following the center of his head upwards, it seemed as if he was outside the sky, but also as if he was right inside the Niwan Palace. With the impact, he actually created a path.

The essence and energy that constantly grows in the body turns into a lead flower.

This peanut has petals, which condensed between his eyebrows. There is only one petal, which looks lonely.

It took the Qi of ten million people to produce one piece, but Chen Ning'an did not feel discouraged, but very excited.

The power of this petal is really terrifying!
If people bloom, will the earth bloom far behind?

After he stood up, he felt refreshed and the pain in his body dissipated a lot.

More importantly, he felt that the nightmare power in his body became orderly and was suppressed by a petal, no longer confronting and fighting each other.

These nightmare powers were absorbed by the petals like nutrients, turning into patterns on the petals.

"The road leads to the same destination."

Chen Ning'an understood everything and had already walked to the door.

"kill me."

Jiao Yunfeng's voice was extremely weak, but he was still alive because the lamp realm had not collapsed.

"Do you really want to die?"

A soft voice came, and Chen Ning'an's fingertips gently touched His cheek.

Warm and soft.

"I want to! I want to!"

Jiao Yunfeng shouted anxiously: "Kill me now! Otherwise they will come and stop you from killing me!"

(End of this chapter)