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Zhao Yushu's actions scared a group of people, but Yan Hui's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, as if he had finally waited for the turning point he wanted.

"Zhao Yushu, I don't need your help!" Prince Fu gasped as he dodged the emperor's sword and turned back to scold.

"Who wants to help you!" Zhao Yushu flashed past him, stretched out his left hand, and a palm lightning struck the prince directly.

The prince never dreamed that Zhao Yushu would take action at this time, and even if he did, he should kill the emperor. How could he take action against him?

The one who reacted the fastest was not the victim, the prince, but the young master who was most familiar with thunder magic. When Zhao Yushu gathered spiritual power in his palm, he keenly caught the wave of thunder and turned into thunder without hesitation to dodge.

At least before he reached the seventh level and his strength increased significantly, he had no intention of coming into conflict with Zhao Yushu.

The second fastest was the scholar. Although he was defeated by Zhao Yushu's self-created spirit snake, his orthodox royal swordsmanship was indeed not weak, and his combat ability far exceeded that of the prince.

But now that his sword had been given to the emperor, he could only deal with it with his hands.

The scholar grabbed the prince with one hand and punched the thunder head-on with the other.

The scholar took a step back, but was not seriously injured. After all, it was just an ordinary palm thunder, not a terrifying secret skill like Yin-Yang Thunder.

But Zhao Yushu activated his Thunder Step and came to his side in an instant, punching the prince who had just reacted.

The prince had no choice but to retreat again. He and the scholar might be able to fight with Zhao Yushu for a while, but both of them had been defeated by Zhao Yushu before, and they had some trauma in their hearts. Moreover, Zhao Yushu was coming with great momentum, so it would be better for them to avoid his attack temporarily.

Prince Fu ignored what Zhao Yushu wanted to do. He was now focused on killing the emperor. When his breathing calmed down a little, he drew his sword again.

However, the emperor had to be on guard against Zhao Yushu. He couldn't understand why Zhao Yushu would not be deprived of his cultivation after attacking the prince. Was it because the prince was not a person who was to perform sacrifices?

The emperor's mind was divided into half, so he was no longer crushing Prince Fu. Instead, they fought back and forth in a short period of time.

The prince tried many times to join forces with the scholar but was defeated by Zhao Yushu every time. His last attempt also failed completely after Zhao Yushu took out Assassin.

With the Assassin in one hand and the peach wood sword in the other, Zhao Yushu forced the prince to retreat again and again. Without the sword, the scholar's strength dropped greatly and he could only follow behind and hold the prince back for a while.

It seemed that the prince had been forced out of Prince Jing's Mansion.

The scholar was the first to notice something was wrong. He had fought with Zhao Yushu more than once. He was quickly defeated in a one-on-one fight. Although he had a chance of winning in the multi-on-one fight in the imperial mausoleum, he was still tortured by Zhao Yushu. Logically speaking, with the prince's level, he could not have lasted that long against Zhao Yushu, especially when the opponent was holding two weapons.

Zhao Yushu is letting the prince go. If he wanted to kill the prince, he could have done it a long time ago. What is he waiting for?

"Prince, be careful! Zhao Yushu has a conspiracy!" Seeing that the prince had been forced to the edge of the sea of ​​blood, the scholar hurriedly warned loudly.

But what’s the use of reminding him? The only one who still has the fighting power is the little master who is still pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Zhao Yushu kicked the prince into a sea of ​​blood, then turned around suddenly, and a spirit snake climbed up again and locked one of the scholar's arms.

"Are you going to break your arm this time?" Before the scholar could react, Zhao Yushu suddenly exerted force and threw him over his shoulder into a sea of ​​blood.

"What are you doing?!" The emperor was furious, and when he turned around, Prince Fu took the opportunity to stab him with a sword.

At this time, Prince Fu was already covered in wounds. If he was not literally thick-skinned and tough, he would have lost his fighting ability by now.

"I'm trying to help you accumulate some merit. Aren't all the people here killed by you? What are you afraid of?"

After the prince and the scholar were thrown in, their expressions immediately became listless. Two dignified masters of the sixth level of heaven were unable to struggle in the sea of ​​blood. They could only try hard not to sink.

Prince Fu narrowed his eyes and said, "I see."

Zhao Yushu believed that Prince Fu could understand what he meant. Prince Fu was very smart, otherwise he would not have given birth to a daughter like Li Tong.

He also believed in Prince Fu's determination. This man was determined to die, and if he had the chance to take the emperor with him to die, he would not hesitate.

Zhao Yushu looked at Yan Hui. This old monk was the only obstacle. Unfortunately, even in your boundless sea of ​​suffering, you were not invincible.

Zhao Yushu looked downward at the small Skull Mountain beneath Yan Hui.

You are afraid too.

From the moment they entered the sea of ​​blood, except Zhao Yushu, everyone else was either corroded little by little in the sea of ​​blood, such as the young Taoist priest and the prince and scholar who had just been tested; or they never went down to land, such as the Emperor, Prince Fu, and this Master Yanhui.

After the prince went in, he confirmed that even the Li family members were not immune to the sea of ​​blood.

Zhao Yushu originally thought that the sea of ​​blood was Yan Hui's sea of ​​suffering, and that the endless corpses were Yan Hui's sins. Although it was a bit disgusting, he could still barely accept it.

But after knowing that it was the emperor's sea of ​​blood, it was very strange that you, a compassionate monk, had been squatting on the Skull Mountain and not coming down. No matter whether these people were good or bad when they were alive, they became a pile of bones after death. Why do you, a monk, sit on their corpses?

Unless you have to sit.

This endless sea of ​​blood is formed by the resentful souls killed directly or indirectly by the emperor. Except for Zhao Yushu who is protected by Madam Xu, anyone who enters will be slowly corroded.

Zhao Yushu took a deep breath and said, "Master Yanhui, you know that I came from the Imperial Mausoleum, so you must know how I activated the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map."

Yan regretted it without saying a word.

"How should I put it? Although I am not happy about it, the so-called heroic spirit of Emperor Taizong seems to have really considered me a member of the Li family. Do you want to take a gamble and attack me, will I become a mortal?"

Up to now, the only ones shown in the picture who have attacked Zhao Yushu are the prince and the scholar. Both of them are related to the Li family, and the others are just passively taking the beating.

So Zhao Yushu thought Yan Hui didn't dare to gamble.

"If you don't take action, I will."

The two daggers moved one above and one below, and a majestic aura emerged, forcibly separating the Skull Mountain and the Sea of ​​Blood.

The young Taoist priest widened his eyes. At this moment, Zhao Yushu's cultivation was still at the fifth level, but his aura already had a hint of inner world.

"So Zixiao told you that heaven and earth are not in harmony." Yan Hui looked at the Skull Mountain rising inch by inch and finally spoke.

Zhao Yushu's face was grim. Even though Yan Hui couldn't make a move, even though his target was not Yan Hui but Skull Mountain, with an inner vision sitting there, it would still be very difficult for him to forcibly separate Skull Mountain from the Sea of ​​Blood.

The skeletons lost the support of the sea of ​​blood and began to scatter bit by bit. Yan Hui did not move at all, as if he was competing with Zhao Yushu in endurance, to see who would give up first or the Skull Mountain would fall apart first.

Zhao Yushu overestimated himself. He was the first one to give up. From his inner insights, he was already a genius for being able to use a small fifth level of power. It would be naive to expect him to last long.

The corners of Yan Hui's mouth curled up slightly. Zhao Yushu was always unexpected, but this time he finally miscalculated.

He lowered his head slightly to look at Zhao Yushu's pale face. Although he was still holding on, this persistence was meaningless. He could hold on for three more breaths at most, and the Skeleton Mountain he condensed could at least hold on for ten more breaths.

A flash of lightning flashed in the corner of Yan Hui's eyes.