Infinite Throne

   Chapter 877

   In the palace of Zhennan, the lights are bright.

  But if there are outsiders here at this moment, they will be shocked and their eyes will pop out of their sockets.

   King Zhennan squeezed his legs together and sat on the show couch with a cautious expression, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

   A thin masked man with Erlang's legs crossed, sitting on the long table in front of King Zhennan, eating the cakes on the table casually.

   Yi Rin ate a plate and patted his belly: "Lord Nan, don't ask questions if you shouldn't know, or you will be killed."

   King Zhennan was in a cold sweat.

   "From this point of view, the relationship between Nanwangye and the Bodhisattva Building may not be as simple as I imagined."

King Zhennan said: "With your skills, the world is so big, where can you go? Instead of condescending to other vassal kings, it is better to come under the command of this king. , there must be a place for you."

   King Zhennan did not dare to coerce, so he could only lure him.

  At the same time of enticing, he knocked on the side to see if the Apocalypse Assassin was really as he expected, and it was the top assassin sent by other lords.

  Assassins are a group of people who go there for profit. King Zhennan believes that the reason why he could not convince the assassins before is because they have not given enough.

   As long as we can sit down and talk, there is hope of winning.

  Irin didn't deny or positively affirm King Zhennan's speculation about his identity, so let him guess.

   He thought about it, and since everyone has come, just grab some more things quickly, don't make it up again next time and waste time.

"This seat doesn't despise such worldly things," Yi Rin vibrated her vocal cords with psychic power, and laughed in a dry voice: "I wonder if there are some heavenly treasures and panacea in the house, so why don't you take it out as soon as possible, my lord? , to save this seat the effort of infiltrating and rummaging."

   Facing the big opening of the apocalypse assassin lion, King Zhennan was not angry but happy, and quickly gave Ziyin a wink.

   Ziyin got up from the floor staggeringly.

   He still hasn't recovered from the blow just now.

   But King Zhennan's wink has been shown, he can only grit his teeth, walk to the inner room, and start moving things from the treasure house of King Zhennan.

   Assassin clearly said that things in the world do not look good, and King Zhennan knows that.

  Jewelry and gold were not taken at all, but all that the monk could use.

   Soon, the "gadgets" that might be disliked in Tianjianmen, but in the cultivator world, could also attract the jealousy of many people, were presented to Yi Rin one by one.

   "Jasper ointment, a medium-grade elixir, applied to the skin, it is as smooth as jasper and tender as a tongue."

   "A 500-year-old snake and demon inner elixir, if you look for an alchemist to make alchemy and increase your cultivation base by ten years, it's not a problem."

   "The top-grade Qi-boosting Pill, after taking it, exhales, inhales, and trains the Qi, which is twice the result with half the effort. Of course, your Excellency will naturally not be able to use it."

   "The top grade Washing Marrow Pill, after taking it, can change the tendons and wash the marrow, reborn. If you take it at the peak of the ninth-layer Qi practice, it is very likely that you will enter the realm of foundation building overnight."

   "Mid-grade Ju Lingdan..."

   "Top Grade Blood Lotus Pill..."

   "The best dragon and tiger aphrodisiac..."

   "Seven Corpse Eating Soul Pills..."

   Not to mention, there are quite a few treasures in the Zhennan Palace, and Yi Rin was dazzled when they took them out one by one.

   But Yilin is also a man who has been nurtured in Elder Ye Liangchen's medicine garden.

   After a little intuition, he found that some of the medicinal pills had the effect. Compared with the medicinal pills produced in Tianjianmen... it was really incomparable, almost all of them were tasteless.

   Maybe the powder that he uses for barbecues on weekdays is a bit more effective than some of the medicinal herbs.

"That's it?"

  Irin squinted his eyes and sneered.

   "Take it again!"

   King Zhennan gritted his teeth, thinking that the other party really didn't like these things. But while blood was dripping from his heart, King Zhennan's vision of mysterious assassins was a little bit higher. At the same time, he was also wondering, how much did those old enemies cost to invite such a great **** to come to this desolate land where birds don't poop, specifically to be in trouble with his King Zhennan.

   King Zhennan hated in his heart, but he hated not the Apocalypse Assassin in front of him, but the man behind the one who invited the Apocalypse Assassin.

  If you let him know who was secretly dealing with him, he would have to take the money and get back today's account.

   Next, since Ziyin was robbed of the most precious magic weapon by Yi Rin, he has given up resistance now, and obediently served as the porter of King Zhennan.

   These magic weapons, Yilin, are not seen.

   He simply closed his eyes, released his perception, and carefully investigated.

   "There is a sword in it."

  Irin raised a finger.

   King Zhennan opened his mouth and was speechless, and finally he could only wave his hand at Ziyin helplessly.

   After a while, a snow-white flying sword with a sheath, let Ziyin move even the sword belt shelf in front of Yi Rin.

"This sword is called 'Frost Snow'. It is a high-grade water-moving flying sword. The most rare thing is that this sword contains aura and has given birth to a sword spirit. Earnings. This king sees that Your Excellency is not good at using swords, so…”

The    swords were all moved out. King Zhennan knew that this treasure could not be kept, so he could only look for reasons to explain why he didn't "turn over" this treasure immediately.

   "It's okay, this seat has already seen the sincerity of Lord Nan."

   Yi Rin held the flying sword, and in an instant, the hilt of the sword trembled with a clanging sound, followed by a chill that covered Yi Rin's arm with a thin layer of frost.

  yo, how dare you resist?

There are two kinds of    magic weapons.

  The mass-produced type has no aura. The Cast Sword Mountain of Tianjianmen is a batch, nothing special.

  Special type, most of them had a master before and cultivated aura, which is particularly troublesome to tame.

  Irin also suffered a lot in the Sword Tomb.

"generally."

  Irin said, and quickly stuffed the "Frost Snow Sword", which was still resisting, into her bag.

   At this moment, the ground of the main hall of the Zhennan Palace is like a flea market, with many things neatly arranged.

  Irin walked through it, picking and choosing, choosing a few at random, stuffing most of the one-cubic storage space, and it was done in haste.

   He didn't vacate all the belongings of King Zhennan, and left a line as a man, so that we can meet in the future. Yilin still understands this truth.

   King Zhennan watched Yi Rinken take things, but he was relieved.

  Irin rubbed the Na ring with satisfaction, and took out a new nail.

   He has carved a lot before.

   Yi Rin threw the child nail among the child and mother nails into the hands of King Zhennan.

   King Zhennan was taken aback and hurriedly took it.

Yilin said: "This is a special contact magic weapon for this seat. You only need to break this thing. This seat has its own induction. Within ten days, you will arrive at Jingnan City." Wang raised a finger: "This seat only talks about business, and never succumbs to others. The sincerity of Lord Nan can let this seat do it once, only this time. But there is no one who this seat can't kill, only this seat does not. Those who are willing to kill, Wangye Wang Nan will have a good life and consider it."

   When the king of Zhennan heard this, he quickly put away the wooden pegs and hid them in his arms.

"in addition…"

boom!

  Boom…

Suddenly, Yi Rin didn't cover his ears with lightning speed. Before King Zhennan and Ziyin could not react at all, the "charged bullet" that had been accumulating for a long time shot out, and a bright beam of light shot out from the barrel of the gun, like a laser cannon. Like, obliquely blasting toward the sky.

  The shadow assassin, who was standing by and gasping for breath, completely unaware that Irin would suddenly strike, disappeared above his chest, leaving only the cross-section of the sky gushing blood like a fountain.

   Above the chest, all were blown up.

  The loud sound of gunfire alarmed the guards outside the door.

   In the terrified eyes of King Zhennan, Yilin, who killed Ziyin, disappeared without knowing when.

In the    hall, the hoarse and terrifying voice echoed:

   "This man should die when he refines such a magic weapon that harms the world. Besides, you know, I know, God knows, and the earth knows about the cooperation between this seat and the prince."

  The door of the main hall, even the door and the wall, was blasted with a big hole.

  The guards rushed in, only to see a horribly dead body and blood dripping from the ceiling.

   King Zhennan's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly walked outside the door.

Under the darkness of the night, a deep gully extended from the corpse all the way, pierced through layers of courtyard walls, cut off the roofs of six other courtyards, and left a semi-arc deep pit with a diameter of several meters. The bricks on the roof Wah, is crashing down. The entire Zhennan Palace, his wife and concubines who he had neglected for a long time, were awakened by this terrible movement at the same time, thinking that the natural disaster and earthquake had struck, and they were running around in the yard crying and running without covering their clothes.

   King Zhennan was full of messes.

   King Zhennan felt cold in his limbs. If it wasn't for his self-esteem, he might not have been able to sit on the ground softly at this moment.

  Fortunately, Irin deliberately raised the muzzle, and the ballistic trajectory was oblique to the sky. Otherwise, this super-charged bullet with a full 30-layer multiplier is shot from the front, and it is estimated that it can take away a group.

The    guards were stunned.

finally,

   After counting his breaths, someone came back to his senses and stammered and asked:

   "King, lord?"

   King Zhennan waved his hand: "Chase! Chase the assassin! It's... Apocalypse!"

  In the middle of the night, in Zhennan Wangfu, chickens and dogs jumped again.

  The guards have started a new round of daily tasks to hunt down assassins.

  …

   Hundred zhang altitude.

  Irin stood in the air.

   He looked at the trajectory left by his bullet, and after a moment of silence, he disappeared without leaving a trace.

   (end of this chapter)