Chapter 4322: : Kill the pig

Gently holding Du's delicate hand, feeling the coldness, Feng Liang's smile became more gentle and happier.
He seemed to see that with the help of Du and the support of his lover, his future self would shine brightly, destroying the Hua family, and reaching the summit.
This day will definitely come!
Fengliang is full of confidence.
This side.
Ye Wuque got King Zhuo's request, and King Zhuo told Ye Wuque all about the secret world key of the stinging dragon.
After Zhuo Gongjing retired, Ye Wuque's expression was calm, and his eyes were deep.
Everything is as he guessed.
Durang Fengliang did all this, making all the developments justified.
According to Du, the Sting Dragon Secret Realm was a place that existed a long time ago, and the eternal agreement specified this place.
This secret realm is probably a place similar to the tomb of the Tongtian god.
In any case, he needs to recharge his energy, adjust his state to the peak, and then be able to cope with everything.
However, Du said the situation may not be so bad.
But in Ye Wuque's view, no matter what the situation is, there may be something he wants to know in the secret territory of the sting dragon.
In the next few days, the power of the four great palaces gathered in the palace of Zhuo and began to make full preparations.
At the same time, the four great palaces began to inquire about all the news about Venerable Broken Heart. Although Ye Wuque was there, they had a bottom in their hearts, and they knew that they knew each other, so that they could not be negligent.
Finally, after three days, they got a piece of useful information.
The physical appearance of Venerable Broken Heart!
Inside the welcome hall.
Four figures sitting quietly, it was King Zhuo, King Qing, King Fei, and King Meng.
King Meng's face was expressionless at the moment, but anyone could see the depression on his body, and he no longer had the arrogance and pride before.
Hum!
In the void, a ray of light lit up, and a divine soul image appeared directly, and the light flickered.
A figure slowly solidified.
He was tall and thin, dressed in black and wearing a hat, only half of his face was exposed.
But on the exposed half of the face, a silent indifference and... cruelty can be clearly seen!
There is actually that one eye, without the slightest emotion, as if looking at anyone is like looking at an animal.
Even if it was just a divine soul image, this figure still made the four kings in the Welcome Hall feel awe-inspiring!
"This is Venerable Broken Heart! We gathered all our strength and spent hundreds of millions of crystals to get such a picture of the Venerable Broken Heart, not the whole face."
King Zhuo said in a deep voice.
"A divine soul image has such power. This Venerable Broken Heart is terrible! It is definitely not something we can deal with."
King Fei said with extreme fear.
"The level of the Nine Apertures Quasi-Legend! All people in the Tianma Region are tied together and he is not enough to kill him!"
"Now, I am afraid I can only rely on Your Excellency Que Ye..."
Qing Wang also had a low tone.
Mentioned the Lord Que Ye, Zhuo Wang and others' eyes lighted up!
There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes again.
Only the silent king Meng's eyes twitched slightly, and there was a deep sense of fear in his eyes.
"Yes, the late stage peak of the Eight-Aperture Quasi-Legend like me, Lord Que Ye can suppress it with one move, and it should have reached the level of the Nine-Aperture Quasi-Legend."
"In any case, you can only rely on the power of Que Ye!"
"I have sent this image of the soul of Venerable Broken Heart to Your Excellency Que Ye, you should be prepared to come to Your Excellency Que Ye!"
"At this time, no amount of guards will be useful, you can only rely on peak combat power!"
The highest authority of the Four Great Palaces is like four mortals at this moment, can only sit in the Welcome Hall, and can't do anything.
The only hope in their hearts was Ye Wuque.
However, what the four of them did not know was...
"I'm afraid I can't beat it temporarily..."
In the wing, Ye Wuque looked at the image of Venerable Broken Heart, his eyes were like a knife, and he muttered softly.
"This Venerable Broken Heart should be a genuine nine-aperture quasi legend, not a fake nine-aperture quasi legend."
There was light in Ye Wuque's eyes.
With his current combat power, the Eight Orifices are invincible, and it is estimated that he can pull his wrist even when he encounters a fake Nine Orifices.
But if you really have to face a genuine nine-aperture quasi-legendary, I am afraid that it is still too powerful, which is far away.
After all, the road to legend, the nine orifices are the end!
Unless he can find the third life descending lotus root, and practice the three-headed and six-armed supernatural powers to the second level, perhaps he can be a little calmer.
"In this way, you have to rely on the big guy to get through..."
Ye Wuque erased the image of the soul and looked in the direction of Fengliang's wing.
Not panic at all, but full of expectations.
In the next instant, Ye Wuque closed his eyes, and the power of the soul suddenly radiated out silently, covering the entire Prince Zhuo mansion and spreading continuously.
Zhuo Wangcheng.
The collective term for the mortal cities governed by King Zhuo's mansion.
It is only ten miles away from Zhuowangfu.
Right now, the sun is rising, and the best time is the morning.
The morning market is noisy and lively, and there is smoke and fire everywhere.
Various breakfast shops are lined up, with countless people visiting, the aroma is intertwined, and it is very attractive.
At this moment, in front of a slicing noodle stall, seven or eight tables were already full of people.
Everyone is working hard, dealing with the hot sliced ​​noodles in front of them, sucking, eating happily, sweating profusely.
On one of the tables, after the last sucking sound sounded, Venerable Broken Heart gently put down the empty bowl, a faint aftertaste appeared on his face under the hat.
"Occasionally eating the delicacies made by these pigs is not bad."
Venerable Broken Heart stood up, his eyes looked at the entire morning market, and even the entire King Zhuo City, slowly revealing a hint of regret.
"Oh, it's a pity, a good city, but it will soon become hell..."
After a light sigh, Venerable Broken Heart looked at the neighboring table, a family of three eating noodles happily.
The child looked cute and honest, but he was six or seven years old, but he was eating very seriously, with a happy face.
"It's delicious, what a good boy, how old is it?"
Venerable Broken Heart smiled slightly.
"I, I am six years old!"
The boy replied with some slurred words, his mouth filled with noodles, and the parents beside him showed a loving smile.
"Six years old? Good."
"It's delicious, you must cherish this bowl of noodles."
Venerable Broken Heart said with a smile, and then left here under the suspicious eyes of the parents at the next table.
Venerable Broken Heart, who was looking at the looming Prince Zhuo's mansion not far away, wandering in the city suddenly touched his stomach, with a faint smile on his face.
"Eat and drink enough, you should also kill pigs..."
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