Infinite Throne

   Chapter 933 List

  Xia Xiaoman's punch was so terrifying.

   Although Bi Tiexin had a stern face, Xia Xiaoman was his beloved apprentice after all, and his talent was extremely high. He said that it was impossible for Xia Xiaoman to self-destruct the golden elixir, and his lifelong cultivation would be gone.

   He was talking, he wanted to scare Xia Xiaoman, but he persuaded Xia Xiaoman to give up the dynasty's hegemony and go back to the mountain obediently. But Bi Tiexin didn't expect Xiaoman to be so stubborn.

   So Bi Tiexin was anxious:

   "Stop the villain!"

   Bi Tiexin was full of phantoms behind him and grabbed Xia Xiaoman's hand.

   And almost at the same time,

   "Sister, don't be impulsive!"

  Jian Nanchun appeared from the dark and was about to stop it, but he was one step behind Bi Tiexin.

  It’s okay if it’s slow, in short, it’s okay if people are fine.

   Jian Nanchun and Bi Tiexin looked at each other.

   Jian Nanchun said helplessly: "Look, I said that Junior Sister is determined to fight for the big one, and no one can stop her."

  Xia Xiaoman angrily stared at the two of them, dare you sing double reeds?

   "Where's Lin Yi?"

   At this moment, Bi Tiexin finally remembered another rebel.

  Jian Nanchun shook his head: "I don't know either, but you can rest assured, Master, Junior Sister has made up her mind this time, and Junior Brother Lin can't stop him when he comes."

   He didn't dare to say that Junior Brother Lin Yi was secretly helping, lest the master spit his anger on his head.

   When Bi Tiexin heard this, he was very speechless about Jian Nanchun's narration. He always felt that his disciple unconsciously spoke in a tone similar to Lin Yi's. After the depression, Bi Tiexin flicked his sleeve and threw a crack on the ground.

   He took a deep breath and turned his back to Xia Xiaoman.

"From today onwards, Xia Xiaoman, the twenty-second generation disciple of the Precept Mountain, will be expelled from the Tianjian Sect. You must not pretend to be a disciple of the Tianjian Sect in the future. If you act erratically, it will go against the morality of the heavens and the human race. Attack, everyone gets it and kills it!"

  Xia Xiaoman was stunned when she heard the words, two lines of tears could not help falling from the corners of her eyes, she knelt deeply on the ground again, and gave Bi Tiexin the last master-disciple salute, trembling:

   "Xia Xiaoman is unfilial, unfaithful, and unrighteous. I thank my teacher for his hard work and teaching."

   She knelt down for a long time.

When    looked up again, there was no one in front of the tent.

  …

  …

   After leaving the Shenwu Army camp.

   Jian Nanchun and Bi Tiexin walked in the night sky with their swords.

   Seeing Master's increasingly blessed latissimus dorsi, Jian Nanchun sighed: "Master, you are still soft-hearted."

"Humph."

   Bi Tiexin was in front and snorted coldly: "Quickly find Lin Yi, if the rebel dares to do this, the teacher will not forgive him lightly."

   Jian Nanchun murmured, "I ghost know where Junior Brother Lin Yi is..."

"If you don't know, you have to know!" Bi Tiexin snorted again: "I thought that Lin Yi and Er, etc. would be able to lead the traitor out of the door, but unexpectedly the traitor was so calm, he stayed still in the Tianjianmen. "

   "What if this traitor doesn't exist at all?"

   Bi Tiexin turned back and took a deep look at Jian Nanchun:

"In another hundred years, Yan Fuzhou will open an altar in Nanzhanbuzhou to discuss the Buddha. With this event, Moruo Hall, Tianjianmen, Yanfuzhou, and the hermits from all the mysterious gates in the world will all gather at Nanzhanbuzhou Small Guanyin. Shan, discuss the important matters of Xuanmen. At this time, it will be a grand gathering that is rare in Xuanmen for thousands of years. And many of our elders will also gather in Nanzhanbuzhou. If the traitors in the door are not eliminated, the elders will all go out and the door Empty inside, afraid of trouble."

   "What is important? What is important?"

   Jian Nanchun really didn't know about this.

   "Hmph, in the past five hundred years, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has gradually declined. After a hundred years, the gathering of the Profound Gate of the Southern Zhanbu Continent will focus on discussing this matter, finding out the reasons, and seeking ways to make up for it."

  A hundred years...

   Jian Nanchun pouted when he heard it. He is only in his thirties and forties, and what will happen in a hundred years is very long-term.

  The world and the world of Xuanmen are so far away that they are like two worlds.

  When the world was devastated by war, Tianjianmen was already anxious about the gathering in a hundred years.

   is visible,

   No matter how chaotic the world is, it can’t get into the eyes of the monks.

  The monks are fighting for longevity, for the future, and for detachment. It doesn't matter who is the emperor of the Great Gan Dynasty, who is dead or who is alive.

  …

  …

   South.

   Jingnan City.

  The sky is full of yellow leaves.

  The autumn wind is bleak.

   It’s autumn again.

   In the palace of Zhennan, Xia Xingchen set up an elegant seat in the courtyard, two seats with good futons, he sat on one seat, and the opposite side was empty.

   On the seat, Xia Xingchen moved gracefully, brewing a pot of old-fashioned tea, and there were two cups on the table, he was drinking alone.

   King Zhennan pulled all the guards out of the courtyard in advance.

  Looking at this appearance, it seems to be waiting for someone, but it doesn't seem to be.

   After Xia Xingchen finished making the first pot of tea and drank three cups alone, a dry, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him.

   "I haven't seen you for four years, but the style of Lord Nan is still the same."

  Xia Xingchen was shocked.

   He seems to be drinking tea, but in fact, his whole body is full of energy.

   He just wanted to see if he could find "that person" in a situation of high mental stress.

  Unfortunately, he failed.

  This person comes and goes without a trace, just like before.

Do not…

   It should be said that compared to him who made a big fuss in Jingnan City back then, it was even more terrifying.

  Xia Xingchen's hand holding the purple sand teacup trembled slightly, half fear, half joy.

   "Sir, please take a seat."

  Xia Xingchen's trembling fingers soon stopped shaking. I saw him smile slightly, and without looking back, he gestured in front of him. In his behavior, he once again brought the calm and domineering that belonged to Lord Nan.

  The visitor wears a black robe that covers the whole body, and the robe is equipped with a spacious hood. Inside the hat, under the shadow is a face with a pale bone face. The pale mask has sharp edges and corners in the shadow, revealing a strange and cold aura. The mask was originally where the eyes were, but there were only two dark holes left.

  Irin has been traveling in Dongsheng Shenzhou for two months due to personal affairs.

   Just when he arrived at the "Ancient Capital of the Former, Former, Former Dynasties", which was once the capital of the "Dasheng Dynasty" - Linbian City, he finally received a contact from Xia Xingchen.

   After many years, King Zhennan has secretly treasured the contact stick that the Apocalypse Assassin gave before he left.

   Now, the four kings fight for hegemony has reached a critical moment, and he finally took out this hole card.

  …

  Yi Rin sat opposite Xia Xingchen, looking at the steaming tea in front of him, he laughed dryly and pointed to the mask on his face: "There's no need for tea."

   Xia Xingchen, who was about to pour tea into the other party's cup, froze for a moment, then understood what the other party was thinking, and nodded: "That's natural."

   To drink tea, he must take off his mask. The other party hides his head and shows his tail, obviously not wanting others to know his identity.

   "Who to kill?"

  Irin was wearing the vest of the Apocalypse Assassin and opened his mouth to ask.

   Direct, refreshing, and crisp, with the demeanor of a professional assassin.

   No, he is a professional, but he has been good for many years.

  Xia Xingchen handed over a list.

   The list is densely filled with names.

  Irin glanced at him, oh, he called him a good guy.

  The other important officials and generals under the vassal kings on the list, not to mention all of them, the orphans left by Emperor Xia Yuan, two princes and three princesses, are impressively on the list—including Xia Xiaoman.

  The King of Zhennan has been dormant for many years and is very close to the Bodhisattva Building;

   Even when the rest of the vassal kings could not sit still and rise up, Xia Xingchen had already started recruiting troops, buying horses, stockpiling grain and casting armor four years ago, making full preparations for today's events.

   Today,

   He showed his wolf ambitions, ready to kill all the key figures one by one, so as to control the world.

   These characters will be stumbling blocks on the way for King Zhennan to ascend to the throne of the emperor.

  This list has already explained everything, and without Xia Xingchen explaining, Yi Rin already understood King Zhennan's strategy. To be precise, this is not a conspiracy, it is simple, rude and direct. It kills key people, including the qualified Xia clan bloodline. When all the people on the list are dead, the world will be captured.

   Dagan is still the Dagan of the Xia clan, but it has changed from Xia Jisheng's country to Xia Xingchen's country.

   On the list, Xia Xiaoman's name was marked with a striking red circle.

   When Yi Rin deliberately asked about the red circle, Xia Xingchen gave the Apocalypse Assassin a deep look, and said calmly: "She has something in her hands, which is about the orthodoxy of the country, and Mr. Wang took it for this king."

   The original picture is of the emperor's seal.

  Bah!

   Despicable!

   Yi Rin appeared calm on the surface, but deliberately squeezed the list in front of Xia Xingchen and shattered it.

  Xia Xingchen's brows twitched, and when he really wanted to ask why, Yi Rin smiled: "I wrote down the list."

  Xia Xingchen frowned with joy.

   But before he could finish the celebration, Yi Rin shook his head: "There is no one in the world who can't be killed. But I'm afraid... Prince Nan can't afford this price."

  Xia Xingchen was prepared for the assassin's lion's big opening. After all, many years ago, he was slaughtered for a round, and the treasure house was looted. When the other party said these words, Xia Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the other party did not refuse and was willing to negotiate the price, then this matter would have to be discussed.

   Yi Rin knew very well that Xia Xingchen was going to kill far more than the hundred people on the list. Apart from his own list, the others that Xia Xingchen wanted to kill were probably already arranged for the Bodhisattva Building.

   "Sir, feel free to ask."

"Ah,"

  Irin chuckled lightly, stretched out her finger, dipped a bit of the steaming tea in the cup, and slowly drew an outline on the table.

  —that is the outline of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and it is also the territory of Dagan.

  Xia Xingchen opened his mouth slightly, and vaguely, he understood what the other party wanted as a reward.

   Sure enough,

   After drawing the outline of the Dagan Dynasty, Irin dipped a little tea and "split" Dagan from the middle, dividing it into two.

   Just listening to the "lion" opened his **** mouth and said with a smile: "The world is divided into two, the prince is half, and I am half."

   (end of this chapter)