In the middle of the sky and the earth, the sky is high and the sky is wide. There is a sword light passing a little above the sky, heading towards Chang'an City.

The stream of light broke through the clouds, leaving a long tail mark. The speed was so fast that the main body could not be seen at all, only a stream of light could be seen.

However, the person who controls the flowing light has no intention of hiding his power, so anyone who sees it can feel that it is like a sword coming through the clouds.

Fierce, sharp, and domineering.

In the flowing light, Li Qiubai's heart became heavier and heavier, his eyes slightly lowered.

Mountains and rivers are all under you, the winding rivers are like blood vessels, and the undulating peaks are like backbones.

But in his eyes, these things seemed to not exist.

Just now, he wanted to go to Xiazhou where Chang'an City is located through the teleportation array in Qingcheng, but he found that the teleportation arrays in all cities in Xiazhou had stopped operating.

Somehow, there was no warning!

Combining the previous news, he came to a conclusion instantly...

King Qing is about to begin!

Whoever abandons me will not be able to stay as I was yesterday.

Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today.

Even if the Chang'an Sword Immortal is called an immortal, he cannot escape the shackles of the people beside the mountain.

He was confused.

.........

There is no wind in Chang'an today.

Xianglong Mansion.

Amid the evening drums and morning bells, a middle-aged man slowly left his house.

The scarlet cloak on his body suddenly vibrated and danced, seeming to tell the people of the city that something big was about to happen.

"Your Excellency Prince Qing, you cannot leave the mansion easily during this period." As soon as the middle-aged man walked out of the door, a Chang'an guard wearing silver-white Taoist armor took a step forward.

Prince Qing came to Chang'an not to play, but to undergo investigation.

He cannot leave the house easily before the results of the investigation come to light, or without Xia Zhao's permission.

"Huh?" Prince Qing glanced sideways at the Chang'an Guard monk who stepped forward to stop him, his face expressionless.

"This is your Majesty's order." Under the power of Emperor Wu, the Chang'an Guard monk, whose cultivation level was no higher than the seventh level, trembled in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and said.

"Ah!" The next moment, the Chang'an guard monk let out a miserable cry.

King Qing's right hand came in an instant, and directly grabbed his body with his palm. With a sudden squeeze, his head immediately collapsed. As soon as his soul flew out, it was dispersed by King Qing's powerful blood.

Dilly!

Then, strands of blood suddenly flowed out from the Chang'an Guard monk's body and converged towards Prince Qing's palm. The blood quickly gathered into a drop of scarlet blood.

And its body, after the essence and blood were extracted, quickly dried up and turned into a mummy.

This scene is very similar to the bloody massacre in Zhenjiang City, as if it were recreated.

Looking at the drop of scarlet blood in his palm, greed flashed in Prince Qing's eyes.

Not enough, not enough, not even close.

However, if Chang'an is slaughtered, the blood essence and blood that can be collected should be enough.

Even if the ancestral realm cannot be broken by then, the half-ancestor will definitely be able to do so.

Finally, he raised his narrow and sharp red phoenix eyes, stepped into the air, crossed the void, and climbed up the stairs.

There were masses of blood surging under his feet.

"Li Qiubai, you are the Sword Immortal and I am the Martial Emperor."

"You are all monks in the Zunhao Realm. Your life has been smooth and smooth. With just one sword, you can open mountains and cut off rivers. Although you are satisfied with it, you still lack some experience."

"And I am good at planning, and I have been planning for thousands of years. Li Qiubei, why don't you fall into my wishful thinking?"

"Today, I not only want to count you, but also everyone in the world, including this giant spirit Xuanzun."

With every step he took, a word fell in his mind.

When all the words in his heart fell to the ground, he was already hanging high in the sky, looking around, his breath suddenly released.

There is both the invincible domineering power of physical training and the awe-inspiring arrogance of a noble person in the sky, and the atmosphere is magnificent.

King Xia Qing, Xia Qing!

There was a sudden wind in the windless Chang'an.

Whistling by.

The wind blows in Chang'an.

A wisp of fog appeared in the huge Chang'an City.

The source of this fog appeared in Xianglong Mansion, spread in an instant, and covered the entire Chang'an City in the blink of an eye.

In the city, in many mansions and quiet rooms, countless monks who were immersed in the practice of martial arts, or focused on refining magic weapons, or refining elixirs, suddenly sensed an extremely terrifying aura, and suddenly raised their heads in panic.

The next moment, thick black mist seeped out from the surrounding walls and from under the ground, completely covering their bodies in an instant.

Immediately, they found that they seemed to be stuck in a swamp, unable to move at all.

Thin threads of blood overflowed from their bodies and merged into the mist.

As these blood streaks gushed out, their skin gradually became shriveled, the blood on their faces gradually disappeared, and their consciousness gradually became blurred.

Because the drawn blood threads are their vitality and blood essence. Once the essence and blood are gone, their life will be gone.

Above the sky.

At this moment, a burly figure appeared next to Prince Qing.

It was a cyan giant with blue eyes shining, and the black mist was emitted by him.

In front of the two of them, there was a huge ball of blood that was constantly spinning.

Countless blood threads continued to pour in from all directions in Chang'an, converging on this blood ball.

"Xuanzun," King Qing looked at the cyan giant and suddenly smiled: "There should be no problem."

The cyan giant is the strongest of the Giant Spirit Demon Tribe. He is the first of the four deities of the Abyss Tianmen Domain who was introduced to the human realm by King Qing himself, Xuan Zun!

Xuanzun stretched out one hand, and streams of mist continuously poured out from his palm, then swam and dispersed like a dragon, spreading throughout Chang'an City.

"It's just Chang'an. As long as there are no monks in the Zunhao realm, they are just like playthings in my hands." Xuan Zun said with a sinister smile.

"That's good," Prince Qing nodded with assurance, showing a cruel smile, "There are no monks in Chang'an, and even if there are, I can stop them."

At this moment, black mist covered Chang'an, like a ghost on earth.

There was a fog in Chang'an.

All the creatures in the mist had their essence and blood extracted by Xuan Zun in the blink of an eye.

An ordinary mortal turned into a mummy almost instantly.

Even monks with extraordinary cultivation don't have much resistance. At most, their blood essence and blood are huge, so they can sustain it for a while.

.........

Mist cage palace.

A huge formation sensed the rising wind and reacted in an instant. The golden light formed a semicircular shield, covering the entire palace.

The mist wanted to penetrate into the palace, but was blocked by the formation, so the two collided.

The loud clanging sound echoed continuously.

This mist changes into various shapes, sometimes like a hammer hitting the glass cover, sometimes like a beast biting and impacting.

The terrifying power continued to reverberate, but the shield remained motionless.

Because this is part of the Chang'an Formation, and it is part of the power of the most powerful formation in the world.

Outside the shield, mist continued to flow.

Within the shield and in the main hall, there was a huge crowd.

A graceful and noble woman sits on a high dragon-headed throne.

At the bottom, there are monks from Daxia who are in a state of intense anger.

"King Qing is crazy!"

"As a member of the Daxia royal family and a human monk, he dares to make friends with the demon lord!"

"Now it's not a matter of his friendship with the Demon Lord. He wants to massacre the city! You understand!"

"A King Qing and a Lord Xuan both possess the power of the Nine Realm Lords. How can we stop them? It's a dead end!"

After all, only a few people knew about the existence of the Zunzun Formation, so many monks in the hall who did not know the existence of this formation were already in despair.
To be continued...