Douluo: Beginning to kill Bibi Dong

The night is extremely deep, the sky is densely covered with stars, and the stars are shining brightly, illuminating the entire night sky. Among the stars in the sky, the purple stars bloom with purple brilliance, so bright that they can compete with the bright moon.

The battlefield of King Zhao's palace is huge, like a giant towering in the center of the royal capital. High walls are erected. The palaces are magnificent and numerous. They are heavily guarded. Pairs of elite soldiers patrol the palace walls. There are so many that the defense strength of the entire palace reaches There are thousands of people.

There are even martial arts masters in the dark, wary of assassins who may appear in the palace at any time.

If Ying Zheng breaks into Zhao Wang's palace by force, it will be no less than a sheep entering a herd of tigers. Even if he reaches the level of bone refining, he will be surrounded and die.

Although he had only been practicing the method of Star Incarnation for two days, by visualizing the "Emperor Nine Dragons", bearing the fate of the First Emperor, and being innately aligned with the Ziwei Emperor Star, Ying Zheng had already learned roughly how to use the Ziwei Star in just two days. force.

He hid in the shadows in the alley outside the palace, and then the purple starlight swaying down from the sky hid himself, and his breath disappeared, as if he merged into it.

But he saw Ying Zheng sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a divine soul surrounded by noble purple energy slowly emerged from his body. The divine soul came out of its shell, surrounded by purple energy, and manifested by starlight, like a young Ziwei Emperor, extremely noble and silky emperor. Dao dragon energy enveloped Ying Zheng, turning into a black dragon, roaring at the King Zhao's palace not far away, the dragon's eyes full of hostility.

Looking at his body, Ying Zheng controlled the gourd of creation to collect it into the inner world, and then flew to the palace of King Zhao.

Before entering the palace, Ying Zheng felt a strange force envelope the entire palace. He looked up and saw some golden air floating above the palace, floating up and down, not necessarily floating up or down. The Zhao people had strict thoughts about the king's authority. .

And in the golden air flow, a decrepit old dragon was looking up at Ying Zheng. The scales and teeth of the old dragon were almost gone. The dim dragon eyes revealed sadness, as if he had seen his own end.

This is the manifestation of Zhao's national destiny. He fought with Qin many times, and Zhao was defeated miserably every time. The national destiny was worn away again and again. In a few years, the dragon of national destiny will fall, unless Zhao can make another appearance. An overlord like King Zhao Wuling.

However, there is no chance, because there will be a more terrifying existence that will rise, and even the reincarnation of King Zhao Wuling will not be able to compete with it.

Ying Zheng's soul was filled with purple energy, and silk imperial dragon energy condensed into a black dragon roaring up to the sky. No one heard this passionate dragon roar except the old dragon in Zhao Wang's palace.

Facing the black dragon's provocation, the old dragon of Zhao State cowered and hid his head, not daring to compete with him, just like Zhao State did not dare to compete with Qin State.

With the gourd of good fortune, Ying Zheng flew into the palace of King Zhao. It was like entering a deserted land. The soldiers who were closely patrolling could not see him at all. They only felt a dark wind blowing by, and there was no other movement.

If it were in the past, even if Yingzheng's soul had reached the level of expelling objects, he would have to stay away from these soldiers. The soul could not withstand the aura of fighting and killing that they gathered together to radiate.

But it's different now. The sky is full of stars tonight, the starlight is strong, and the purple stars can compete with the bright moon. Yingzheng's starlight protects his body, and the purple energy is lingering. Naturally, he is not afraid of the aura of war and killing.

The entire palace was huge and there were so many palaces that even Ying Zheng could not find the location of King Zhao Yan for a while.

However, when he visualized the Nine Dragons of the Emperor, he was most sensitive to the existence of the king's destiny.

"In this small world, I am the only emperor. Anyone who proclaims himself kingly power is treason~~"

Ying Zheng chanted a dark and incomprehensible spell, and the black dragon's eyes surrounding him shimmered, seeming to be looking for something. After a while, it sensed the location of King Zhao Yan.

Under the instructions of Black Dragon, Ying Zheng flew to the palace where Zhao Wangyan was located.

In the palace of Chang Hou, the obese King Zhao Yan was hugging his beautiful queen and enjoying himself, not knowing that this was his last time.

Ying Zheng walked directly through the closed door and looked at Zhao Wang Yan and Changhou who were having sex with a man and a woman, with disgust in his eyes.

Zhao Wangyan once had an idea of ​​Zhao Ji, but he never took action because of Chang Hou and the Qin State.

Ying Zheng did not hesitate at all. To deal with Zhao Wangyan, who had no cultivation and had been drained of alcohol and sex, and whose energy and spirit were weak, Ying Zheng used the only Taoist technique he had learned, the Starlight Soul-Breaking Sword.

Raising his hand, he pinched out the mysterious magic formula and gathered the starlight to form a short sword, only three inches long, dreamlike and extremely gorgeous.

At the moment when the starlight dagger condensed, Ying Zheng suddenly felt that most of the power of his soul was gone. For the first time, he still couldn't control it well.

After all, Gu Shengge gave Ying Zheng too much time. It was already very difficult to master a Taoist method in just two days.

Unfortunately, Zhao Wangyan, who was silent in his joy, did not notice the coming crisis, and Chang Hou, who was pressed by his fat body, did not notice the twinkling stars.

The starlight dagger hovered in Ying Zheng's palm, and strands of starlight overflowed out, like a spirit snake spitting out a message, ready to go.

Break the soul, break the soul, this sword should break the soul of King Zhao!

Ying Zheng used the Starlight Soul-Breaking Dagger to shoot out towards Zhao Wangyan. When the dagger hit Zhao Wangyan, it was unexpectedly blocked by a layer of national luck.

For a while, the two were in a stalemate, and Zhao Wangyan sensed something was wrong, but because Changhou kept pestering him, Zhao Wangyan couldn't get away, and once again fell into the gentle land of Changhou.

The old dragon surrounding the palace tried its best to resist Ying Zheng's Starlight Soul-Breaking Sword, but after all, the sun was setting on the west mountain and it was heading for decline. The black dragon surrounding Ying Zheng roared and rushed towards the Starlight Soul-Breaking Sword, wishing him a helping hand. , piercing the dagger into Zhao Wangyan's body.

Instantly, Zhao Wangyan, who was having fun on Changhou's body, felt an unprecedented pain. His face was twisted and ferocious, his soul was stirred into pieces, his fat body was shaking violently on Changhou's body, his eyes lost their luster, and he fell on Changhou's belly. above.

The old dragon of national destiny above the palace became even darker, as if it might die at any time.

Feeling that King Zhao Yan's soul was shattered, Ying Zheng didn't stay long and quickly left the palace.

When Chang later saw that Zhao Wangyan suddenly looked pained, and then remained motionless on her body, his expression suddenly changed, thinking that something had happened, she raised her hand and hurriedly tested his breathing, and was shocked.

King Zhao Yan is dead! ! !

And he died on his own belly!Die from excessive indulgence!

This made Chang Hou panic inside. She wanted to scream, but she didn't dare. If she screamed and attracted the guards, the trouble would be even greater!

Changhou looked at Zhao Wangyan's body, and she tried to stay calm. She could become a queen from a prostitute, so she was much better than Zhao Ji.

She was the only one who knew that King Zhao Yan was dead, which gave her some bold ideas. She pushed away the body of King Zhao Yan, and she must seize the time to take control of the palace before tomorrow morning!

Ying Zheng, on the other hand, returned to his mansion without any danger and completed the task perfectly.

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(Zhao Wangyan: I died without even saying a word. I provoked whoever I provoked!)