In the Imperial Garden of the White Emperor's Palace, the Xuantian Wood under the night, exuding a green spirit full of life, floated back and forth above the sky at the same time, and under the Xuantian Wood, Zhao Yu sat quietly behind the throne, his brows furrowed slightly, staring at the mountain and sea picture scroll suspended in mid-air in front of him.

What emerges on the picture scroll is the scene on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Burial Sword Lake, although because of the strong sharp aura on the lake, the scene shown on the mountain and sea map is greatly distorted and blurred, but the scene is still clearly reflected in the eyes of the young emperor.

Zhao Yu held a letter in his hand that had just been hurriedly handed over by Sima Annan, and his black eyes stared motionlessly at the rickety figure in the picture scroll of mountains and seas.

If you don't want people to know, you can't do it unless you do.

As long as it is exposed in front of people, then it will definitely show clues, more or less, and it will also be able to catch the horse's feet, sooner or later.

Therefore, following the Battle of the Southern Barbarians, the huge intelligence agency of the entire Great Xia, in cooperation with Sima Annan's three phases, kept deducing and investigating in the shadows, and since then, the appearance of this great master hidden behind the curtain has gradually become clear.

There is only one person's name on the fold handed by Sima Annan, three words, Shan Wenbai!

In the mountains and seas suspended in the void of the Imperial Garden, the figure of the great master at this time was like a humanoid black hole, distorting the surrounding space, so all Zhao Yu could see was a strange gray hair, but the aura it exuded was very different from the young emperor's impression of the young emperor.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but think of the winter night when he first saw Shan Wenbai, at the door of the bitter tea house, there was a rickety and emaciated figure kneeling, and then under the pale moonlight, his half-black and half-white hair looked extremely gray, obviously only in his forties, but he was as old as an old man, but at that time, Zhao Yu could feel the sincerity in Shan Wenbai's heart.

"Which one is you?"

A faint question came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, and then the young emperor came back to his senses, continued to look at the mountains and seas in front of him, his fingers gently rubbed the rim of the bitter tea in his hand, and after thinking for a few breaths, Zhao Yu opened his mouth, and the sound of Emperor Huanghuang rolled out:

"Liang Po!"

After an instant, Liang Po's burly body appeared under the imperial table, knelt on one knee, raised his head and responded:

"The minister is here!"

Zhao Yu's face remained unchanged, and Emperor Yin once again continued to linger in the Imperial Garden:

"Hold the Tiger Talisman, transfer to Shenjing City to hold the sun, Shadow Wing, Shenwei Shang's four armies, together with Si Tianta, block the Sifang Gate of Shenjing City, arrest all personnel related to Shan Wenbai, Lava Kua and Tianhui Army follow, if there is resistance, kill them!"

Emperor Yin fell, Liang Po nodded, and then as if he thought of something, he raised his head and continued to ask:

"Your Majesty, what should I do with the Mansion of the Ministry of Rites?"

"Arrest them together, and it's not too late to find out when they are clarified. ”

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he raised his hand and raised the bitter tea in his hand, took a sip, and continued to speak:

"Gwangju Wide Area City Wanjian Mountain, I will use the mountain and sea map to lock the so-called Great Power Division, Dire Division, Daxia Academy Palace East Guo Lezheng, Black Dragon Guard and the Angry Beast Army will go immediately to blockade Wanjian Mountain, if necessary, Si Tianta will send down heavenly punishment and save Jian Sheng's life.

"Whether that great master is Shan Wenbai or not, or whether he is hiding in Shenjing City, I only have one request, before dawn, bring his head, in the ninety years of the Great Xia calendar, I want the rear to be clean, and I don't want to bother with this anymore!"

The voice of the young emperor is infinitely murderous, with the ultimate domineering!

"No!"

Liang Po took the order, got up and strode back, ten breaths later, the night was shrouded, and Shenjing City, which was still immersed in the atmosphere of sadness, suddenly surged with an undercurrent and murderous opportunities.

Located in the depths of the dense forest in the western suburbs of Shenjing City, the gate of the barracks of the garrison of the Fourth Army was wide open, and the three distinct steel torrents of red, silver and black pierced the entire darkness, like three dragons breaking out of the abyss, directly spreading towards the first male city in the vast land of Shenzhou.

At the same time, the small world of the floating island, after the formation was completed, the angry beast army covered in purple armor stepped out of a blue space gate, and when the stars moved, when it reappeared, it had already silently descended on the old mansion of Tsing Yi Lane in the Wide Area City.

"The mountain and sea chart can be punished by the small sky?"

On the first floor of the main hall of Sitian Tower, please Xia's voice sounded faintly, and then a slightly old response sounded:

"Back to my lord, you can release it after fifty breaths!"

"Fifty breaths?"

The girl asked Xia to mutter, and then continued to look up at the top of the tower, the huge picture of the mountains and seas that changed after being blessed by the young emperor with the blessing of the country's fortune, and gradually became clear, and the voice continued to come out:

"But it seems that the girl named Jiansheng may not be able to last fifty breaths, but I am also curious, how will this Sword Saint Murong He choose?"

Above the Burial Sword Lake, the frost dragon roared around it, and in the raging momentum, with a biting chill, it swept outward wave after wave, making the top of Wanjian Mountain seem to be fluttering with snowflakes.

The frost dragon is still flying in the sky, which means that the desperate fight of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion has come to naught, and it also means that the life of Jian Sheng has been threatened by the biggest threat since he was born, Shan Wenbai, who is dressed in black robes, reached out and grabbed Jian Sheng's neck and lifted it directly in mid-air.

Then he turned around, facing the green lotus that loomed in the cyan mist, ignoring the angry shouts of the exhausted disciples on the lakeside, and stepped forward step by step, walking directly to the center of the lake, where the edge was the worst.

At the same time, the frost dragons that were constantly roaring above rushed down one after another, spitting out extremely cold frost breath, opening the way in front of them, and then the entire Burial Sword Lake seemed to feel an infinite crisis, and the cyan sword qi gushing out from under the surface of the lake was even worse.

This Burial Sword Lake has existed for countless years, and the sword qi stored in it is almost impossible to describe in words, but Murong and Hualian are to use this great lake that has condensed countless years of sword qi as the foundation, accumulate thick and thin, and cut out a path to sanctification.

In other words, this Burial Sword Lake can raise a saint, but at this time, the Sword Lake, where most of the sword qi was absorbed, was powerless to prevent Shan Wenbai from approaching the green lotus, and the latter was advancing extremely fast, and in less than twenty breaths, he had already come to the bottom of the green lotus.

Shan Wenbai raised his head and looked at this huge green lotus that even he had an irresistible meaning, and for the first time there was an extreme madness in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and roared:

"Murong He, this sanctification calamity is not just the Nine Heavens, although this green lotus gathers infinite sword qi and has unparalleled defense, but I don't think you can get out!"

After finishing speaking, Shan Wenbai directly lifted the girl Jiansheng, and without hesitation, pressed it towards Qinglian, who almost gathered the sharpest qi in the world.

Infinite sword qi Qinglian, touch it and die!

At the same time, the eyes of the entire Great Xia staring at this, including Zhao Yu, all rose waves, and at the same time, the young emperor's right hand holding the teacup tightened.

How will Murong He choose?

To save or not to save?

At the last moment, Qinglian stretched out a hand and told the world Murong He's answer.

As soon as this hand appeared, and then gently shook it, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, which pierced into the sky, truly became a sword of heaven and earth!