Fu Potian's knife was still burning.
But he didn't draw his knife.
The burning flame had almost burned his fingers, and even his black robe seemed to be burning, but he still didn't do it.
"Do you want to draw your knife?"
"If you draw your knife, you will die."
Shen Zhenyi's words echoed in Fu Potian's ears.
He didn't want to believe it, but he still hadn't made the final decision.
"After 49 days, your knife technique will enter a new realm and surpass the peak. It will be more meaningful to draw this knife at that time."
He held the knife, and this thought had been circling in his mind.
He didn't want to face the fear in his heart, but his desire had already entangled his heart.
Third Young Master Shen's white shadow floated above the bronze sword. He had a smile on his face as he waited patiently.
Whether the opponent drew his knife or not, he was calm and unruffled.
About ten breaths later.
Fu Potian suddenly opened his eyes and asked coldly, "Is the 18th Sage King dead?"
"He is dead."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.
"He faced the same situation as you. Unfortunately, as a descendant of the royal family, he had no room to grow. Moreover, his responsibility to the royal family forced him to take action. "
"So he is dead."
Shen Zhenyi waved his sleeves, and there was a faint sigh in his tone.
It was not easy for martial arts seeds to grow. If one was destroyed, there would be one less.
Fu Potian was stunned.
The knife fire in his hand gradually extinguished, and finally sank into the darkness. The bloody long knife disappeared in a flash, and the pale hand retracted into the sleeve of his robe.
"Good!"
Fu Potian gritted his teeth and nodded.
"I will meditate here for 49 days. After I figure out the wonders of my knife technique, I will ask you for advice!"
He could release and withdraw, and he could rise and fall.
This was called an ambitious and ruthless person.
Fu Potian had endured for 400 years and finally made a step forward. He had the aura of an ambitious and ruthless person.
Shen Zhenyi nodded with a smile.
Fu Potian sat cross-legged on the ground, and his eyes seemed to be closed. He actually began to meditate in seclusion in front of the mountain gate of the Abandoned Sword Villa!
They were completely unafraid of the enemy's harassment, and completely ignored the chaos around them on the battlefield.
Shen Zhenyi turned around. His body flashed and his shadow shrunk to the size of a normal person. Then, he stepped into the villa and gestured to Princess Long of the Cynanchum Chinense.
"You don't have to worry. After 49 days, I will naturally return to the Abandoned Sword Villa to have a decisive battle with this person. Before that, all you need to do is to close the mountain gate."
Today, there was a huge battle outside the Abandoned Sword Villa. The Spiritual Blood Flying White Formation had been destroyed, but the thirty thousand strong army had also returned in defeat. The Great General of the Zuoyang Eagle Guard, Black Tooth, had died a tragic death. There was still a huge mess to be cleaned up.
Cynanchum Chinense asked anxiously, "Master, where are you now?"
Although she was still confused about the Spirit Splitting Technique, she could guess that Shen Zhenyi was about to leave when she saw his shadow gradually fading away. She hurriedly asked.
"I'm still in the Imperial City."
Shen Zhenyi said casually, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to make it back in time."
He made it sound like the Imperial City was a park for strolling!
Cynanchum Chinense complained in her heart. Princess Long couldn't help but ask again, "Master, how is the situation in the Imperial City?"
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly and said, "It's not bad. The five checkpoints in the Inner City have been broken. I'm going to see Shan Yujing soon. After I deal with him, I can come back safely."
Shan Yujing was the Emperor!
Chu Huoluo smiled bitterly. Her master was such a person who wouldn't stop until he was shocked to death. The emperor was nothing in his eyes.
"Congratulations, Master." Princess Long quickly pulled Cynanchum Chinense, and the two bowed to Shen Zhenyi together.
Shen Zhenyi waved his hand, and his body gradually faded away. He just disappeared into thin air.
Cynanchum Chinense was anxious and shouted, "Master, you're leaving just like that? There's still a lot of mess to deal with! "
She knew that he was going to leave, but she didn't expect him to leave so quickly.
"It's just a trivial matter. Take care of yourself."
His voice lingered in the air.
Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long looked at each other.
Well … although there was still an expert in the 10th layer of the Perfected Person Realm at the door, he was in seclusion and wouldn't open his eyes until 49 days later. Compared to challenging the Emperor, other things didn't seem to be a big deal.
Is Master going to challenge the supreme expert of the World of Eight Cultivators?
No matter what, it felt like a dream.
Inside the Imperial City.
Shen Zhenyi's body shook, and he coughed lightly.
The clone's divine sense returned to his body, but the damage it caused couldn't be repaired.
Therefore, the Soul Splitting Technique couldn't be used casually. For experts who pursued the unity of mind and spirit, it was even more difficult to use it.
Of course, Shen Zhenyi had a secret technique to make up for it in the future, so he could use it freely.
"The Third Prince, are we … still going to move forward?"
In a short while, Young Master Yu had helped the eighteen Virtuous Kings dig their graves, set up their tombstones, and carved their names and deeds with his knife. Only then did he come to Shen Zhenyi for instructions.
In front of them was the Emperor's residence.
Even though he had already turned the Imperial City upside down and even killed the famous Eighteen Virtuous Kings, if he really wanted to challenge the Emperor, because of his deep-rooted fear, First Young Master Yu still had some reverence.
"We've already come this far. How can we give up halfway?"
Shen Zhenyi walked forward leisurely, as if he was walking on flat ground instead of a dragon's lair or a tiger's den.
Of course, Lord Zi Ningjun didn't hesitate and followed Shen Zhenyi's footsteps.
Young Master Yu frowned, but he could only helplessly follow.
In front of them was the Throne Room.
Shen Zhenyi had swept through the five checkpoints in the inner city. This forbidden hall had become an unguarded place.
The palace maids, eunuchs, and guards were all swept away.
Only the Emperor sat quietly on the throne alone.
His expression was ugly, but at least he had calmed down.
He couldn't help but calm down.
For Chanyu Jing, there was no way out. He was the last barrier of the Great Moon Dynasty!
He slowly got up and his whole body was hidden in the darkness.
The golden dragon robe was dim and lightless.
"I … seem to have done something wrong."
The Emperor said to the three people who were slowly walking into the hall. The wind blew the curtains in the hall, causing them to fly everywhere. The sound of ghosts crying was endless.
This was no longer a dignified building.
This was simply a ghost town!
"I should have killed you the first time I saw you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you go to such an extent. "
Chanyu Jing raised his head. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were like cold stars, flickering with a frightening light.
When the Emperor was angry, the whole world would be covered in mourning.
The cold wind swept across the world.
The sun and moon were dim, and the sky was dark.
The climate of the entire World of Eight Cultivators seemed to have changed because of the Emperor's anger.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have already prostrated themselves at the Emperor's feet and begged for forgiveness.
However, Shen Zhenyi was not an ordinary person.
He looked back at Chanyu Jing absent-mindedly and shook his head with a smile. "Even at that time, you didn't have the chance to kill me."
The Emperor's expression suddenly froze!
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