Jinyiwei's psychic case: the opening is Lingbo Weibu

"what."

At this moment, the stripping of the royal blood and the exchange of soul essence made Zhu Wusi let out a shrill scream!

"Xu, Xu Shan..."

"You, you plotted against me!"

"You, you will not die well."

A helpless body, a distorted face, an unwilling roar...

This is the final portrayal of this ambitious prince.

'Clap. '

A few breaths later, when the golden dragon formed by the royal blood and dragon might was completely absorbed into the Royal Soul Banner, Zhu Wusi, unable to bear the burden, fell heavily to the ground.

The void area above his head also disappeared.

After the mountain returned to its original appearance, Zhu Wusi lay down in front of a puddle.

He stood up with difficulty and saw his old face reflected in the water.

Even the surface of the arms that supported the body were wrinkled, like an octogenarian, without the vitality they once had.

'Clap. '

The cloud-piercing boots specially made for the Jinyiwei gradually came into Zhu Wusi's sight.

Zhu Wusi tried hard to raise his head, and in the afterglow, he met the tall and majestic figure in front of him.

The moment their eyes met, Xu Shan spoke as if reminiscing about the past: "I still remember that when the prince first entered the capital, he threatened me in public..."

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have the Heavenly Master's favor and the Emperor's grace."

"Some people, once you offend them, you don't even have the chance to kowtow and admit your mistake!"

"Do you remember how I answered?"

As he said this, Xu Shan glanced down at the other person, then added with a sneer, "I'm tough, I can't bend to you."

"I also hope that the prince will abide by the laws of the Ming Dynasty after entering the capital. Otherwise, I will not recognize the sword in my hand... What is the meaning of royal family and nobles?"

'bass.'

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Shan placed the Zhengyang Knife on Zhu Wusi's neck.

At that moment, Prince Ning's body tensed up a bit, then relaxed a bit and asked, "Do you dare to kill me?"

"Over 100,000 naval forces from Jiujiang are ready to take action."

"Once the news of my death reaches Jiangxi, my son..."

"I will personally lead the army north to defeat the bandits."

"By that time, the Ming Dynasty was in turmoil."

"This is something the Heavenly Master doesn't want to see. And it's something my good niece can't afford."

"Isn't it?"

Although he lost tens of thousands of elite soldiers, for Zhu Wusi, as long as his invincible navy was still there, neither the Heavenly Master nor Zhu Youwei would dare to do anything to him.

It’s best if everyone keeps it tacit!

If the relationship is completely broken, then both sides will be destroyed.

"You bastards, you've already started a rebellion. You want to plunder the Ming Dynasty's destiny..."

"Are you still so confident that His Majesty and the Heavenly Master won't kill you?"

"Haha."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wusi laughed uncontrollably and said, "Come on, chop off my head. Hang it on the city wall and publicize it!"

"I want to see if you, Xu Shan, have the courage to become a historical sinner!"

After he finished saying this, Xu Shan sneered.

"Zhu Wusi, your words have successfully aroused my murderous intent."

"Elder Zhenwu, how long do you have left?"

Elder Zhenwu, who had borrowed the Emperor Soul Banner to temper Zhu Wushi's blood, energy, and spirit, turned around and said, "It will take at most an incense stick of time."

"Besides stripping away his royal blood and transferring his dragon might and spirit essence, does your soul-stealing technique require any other objective conditions?"

Hearing Xu Shan's words, Elder Zhenwu smiled and replied, "Xu Jianzheng, at least give him a break."

"understand!"

After saying this, Xu Shan immediately turned his head.

Meeting his sharp gaze, Zhu Wusi, who was instantly panicked as he recalled their previous conversation, asked, "Wh-what soul-stealing technique?"

"Zhenwu, should you use the soul-stealing technique on this king?"

After Zhu Wusi finished speaking, Xu Shan asked, "What else?"

"I went to great lengths to crush your domain, hand over your soul, and even guide you to perform the [Bloodline Return], using the Imperial Soul Banner to collect your royal blood and spirit..."

"What's the purpose?"

"You really think I dare not touch you, right?"

'Sizzle.'

"what."

As Xu Shan suddenly raised his Zhengyang Sword, Zhu Wusi's right ear was instantly knocked off.

Zhu Wusi, who had already lost the protection of blood and energy, was now screaming in agony.

But at this time, what he wanted to know more was why the other party planned all this.

"Xu Shan, Zhen Wu..."

"What are you going to do?"

Zhu Wusi, who was covering his ears, asked as his body trembled with pain.

"Replace you, become you, and bring Jiangxi back on track."

"Ah? I know what you are going to do. Do you want to make the fake look real?"

"You can't do it. The people around me are not fools. They will definitely..."

Before Zhu Wusi could finish his words, Elder Zhenwu turned his head again and had already turned into his appearance.

Zhu Wusi was speechless when he saw this scene.

He forgot to roar and lost his previous confidence. He stood there with a pale face.

"Substitute, substitute Dharma image?"

"You, how come you are Zhichun's substitute?"

"you……"

"That's because Zhichun's physical remains are in our hands."

"Zhu Wusi, do you really think that I would kill people at Jiming Temple for no reason?"

"In order to kill you, I've gone to great lengths and put myself in this situation."

'bass.'

'Pfft. '

"Ow."

"This knife is for those dead Jinyiwei."

"If it weren't for you, my brothers wouldn't have died in vain."

'Sizzle.'

"what."

"This knife is for the soldiers and civilians who lost their lives in the war."

"If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have died unjustly in this internal conflict."

'bass.'

"This knife is for the Ming Dynasty!"

"If it weren't for you, how could the Ming Dynasty be divided among various states?"

Three sword strikes cut through Zhu Wusi's three dantians.

It also contains Xu Shan's endless anger.

'Plop.'

Zhu Wusi fell into a pool of blood, his body twitching and convulsing.

Although he is still alive, at this moment, he is living a life worse than death!

Finally, Zhu Wusi, sensing Xu Shan's complete murderous intent, growled in a hoarse and slightly cruel voice, "I, I will die..."

"The capital city will never be at peace if this disturbance is resolved!"

"Ben, the king has already sent people to the imperial mausoleum."

"The Gate of Hell, or the Gate of Xuankong..."

"In the Shushan Wuhai, Zhu Youwei, who just passed through the seventh layer of auspicious clouds, doesn't have the ability to perform 'Dragon Swimming in the Void' again."

"Xu Shan, did I lose?"

"I don't have any!"

"At least, if this prince can't get it, then Zhu Youwei can't sit still either."

Hearing what Zhu Wusi said, Xu Shan laughed, so ostentatiously and wildly.