The First Tyrant of Daxia

Su Yan walked over and looked at the fake Qin Yun.

"Your Majesty, do you remember what you said to me last time when we went boating on West Lake?"

"You said you would reward me with a piece of jade, can that be counted?"

There were beads of sweat on He Wuji's forehead. How could he not know that this was a test?

His strong heart calmed him down, and he frowned decisively and said, "What jade? I never mentioned this."

Su Yan's beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

I secretly sighed that the Governor of the East Factory is worthy of being the Governor and is very strong inside.

If she had not confirmed the real Qin Yun, she would not have suspected the fake one in front of her.

Because there was indeed no jade artifact, and there was no panic on He Wuji's face.

But she shook her head and frowned.

"No, you said so!"

"But you were drunk at the time, you won't forget it..."

He Wuji slid down the slope and said, "Yes, I was drunk at the time and I don't remember it."

Hearing this, Su Yan's red lips curled up.

"He's fake!"

"I never went to West Lake with your Majesty, and I never drank at all!"

The voice is crisp and clear.

Everyone in the entire side hall heard it, and pairs of hostile eyes pierced He Wuji.

A gleam of brilliance flashed across Old Feng's cloudy eyes, and he rushed forward directly, exerting pressure!

Under his pressure.

As expected, He Wuji couldn't hold it anymore.

"Bitch!"

"How dare you trick me!"

He cursed angrily, his voice was sharp and hoarse, and it was no longer Qin Yun's voice just now.

He stretched out his hand, as fast as lightning, and grabbed Su Yan's neck.

Su Yan's expression changed and she stepped back in panic.

"Stop him!"

Qin Yun's eyelids twitched violently and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Mr. Feng had been prepared long ago, and a surge of murderous aura burst out from the field!

He Wuji's behavior has exposed himself.

Old Feng drew out his long sword and chopped it down. The sword wave was so strong that it could injure any master!

"what!"

He Wuji was so angry that his black hair was flying wildly.

He was forced to retract his hand, otherwise it would have been chopped off by Mr. Feng.

boom!

Old Feng's knife split the ground, leaving terrifying cracks and grooves that splashed up many sparks.

He Wuji failed to kill Su Yan and retreated in embarrassment.

Qin Yun rushed out and protected Su Yan who fell to the ground. He frowned and said, "No, it's okay."

Su Yan seemed to be still in shock. Although she was not injured, she was still in a bad condition.

"what!"

He Wuji roared again!

He was already surrounded by enemies, and he couldn't defeat Old Feng alone, let alone so many Jinyiwei.

He tore off his human skin mask and hood with resentment.

An old face was revealed!

That face was so ugly that Su Yan curled up behind Qin Yun. It was as wrinkled as an old tree bark that had withered for many years.

There was also a scar on his face, which was left by Qin Yun himself not long ago. It was extremely hideous!

He is more like a zombie than a human being.

All the Jinyiwei were disgusted and frowned!

What's more, he started to retch.

So ugly!

"You dog emperor, even if I die here today!"

"I want you to be buried with me too!"

He made a sharp sound that made people's eardrums hurt.

After saying that, he rushed towards Qin Yun desperately, ignoring Feng Lao and others.

"Humph!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Old dog, are you treating me like I don't exist?!"

Old Feng roared, put his hands together, and formed his body into a mountain-hugging seal, and he could knock over an elephant with his shoulder!

But the crazy He Wuji seemed not to see it and rushed towards Qin Yun at all costs.

"slow!!"

"He wasn't going for His Majesty, he was going for the camphorwood pillars in the side hall!"

Su Yan's beautiful eyes were filled with fear, and she suddenly yelled!

Her face was full of fear and paleness. That place had not been sealed with mud. Once the camphor wood came into contact with the flame, the sesame oil would burn, thus activating the sesame oil of the entire Yongle Temple.

Suddenly, there was a boundless sea of ​​fire!

Not to mention whether the shrine could be saved, even the lives of everyone present might not be saved.

Qin Yun's scalp tingled, but he didn't have time to speak.

Old Feng was worried about his safety, so he used the Mountain-Holding Seal to knock He Wuji so hard that he vomited blood and flew backwards!

He Wuji did not try to resist, as if he was willing to take the heavy blow!

He used the recoil force to rush madly towards the vermilion dragon pillar on the left.

The speed was so fast that the Jinyiwei could not catch up.

He looked back, and a sinister smile appeared on his face, which was as bark as an old tree.

"Dog Emperor, let's die together!"

"On the road of reincarnation, tremble for me!"

Qin Yun's pupils contracted and he felt cold all over.

He screamed, "Stop him!"

"Stop him!!"

Mr. Feng was the fastest and realized the seriousness of the matter by snapping his fingers into claws.

With eyes wide open, he said: "How dare you, you bastard?!"

Thump thump...!

A dozen Jinyiwei stomped their feet, flew into the sky, and cast a large net that covered the sky and the sun, trying to trap He Wuji.

What a pity that I was a step too slow!

He Wuji once again took on Feng Lao's palm, spitting out blood, like a ghost, and in an instant he took out the fire tube.

Suddenly, a flash of fire lit up, so dazzling and so terrifying!

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"Red blood river!"

"Dog Emperor, come and enjoy it together!"

"Let's die together, hahahaha!"

He laughed wildly, with blood even oozing from the corners of his mouth, and at the same time threw out the fire tube!

Aim at the camphor wood that has not been sealed with special cement. It is rich in special sesame oil and it will be a catastrophic disaster if it is ignited!

"don't want!!"

Qin Yun roared, anxious, and even rushed forward subconsciously.

At that moment, everyone's roar seemed to be frozen in time.

The expressions were surprisingly consistent: fear!

He used the recoil force so fast that even Old Feng couldn't keep up.

"Snapped!"

A clear voice sounded.

The fire tube hit the dragon pillar and then fell to the ground, splashing many sparks.

At the first moment, no open flame was ignited!

Qin Yun and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, with sweat pouring down their foreheads.

But the next second, a strange flame, like a silk thread, quickly burned along the unsealed position of the dragon pillar!

Just like a fish swimming.

Once he jumped onto the roof beam, "leaping over the dragon gate", then everyone in the Yongle Palace would be buried with him, including Qin Yun! !

Finished!

Everyone's heart seemed to have fallen into an icy cave.

Once the Yongle Shrine is set on fire, all efforts will be in vain, and even destroying ten thousand Dongchangs cannot redeem it.

"Hahaha!"

"Let it burn!"

The seriously injured He Wuji let out a sharp and crazy laugh, like a crazy psychopath, reckless and not caring about his own life or death.

"what!"

Old Feng roared, his black hair flying wildly, and was about to rush forward to kill someone.

Although Qin Yun was angry and unwilling, he was extremely calm and knew that he should not stay for long.

"Quick, everyone retreat!"

"With the mud sealing it off, the flame won't burn too fast!"

"Everyone, follow me and retreat. Old Feng should also leave. Don't worry about him!"

The sound was like thunder, extremely urgent, and the shaking continued!

Inside and outside the Yongle Temple, everyone's eyes were filled with fear.

Because that flame was expanding at an unreasonable speed, shining in all directions, and was about to get out of control!