Chapter 290: Only wait to die!

In the palace.
Qian Yuzao was wearing a dynasty empress dowager's costume, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, taking a deep breath, and inhaling the billowing smoke in the hall into his mouth and nose.
Every wisp of smoke is transformed by human soul.
Buddha statues have kind eyebrows and good eyes.
Qian Yuzao's appearance is dignified, full of maternal grace, but he is a demon who eats human beings.
On the left and right sides of Qian Yuzao, there are several weapon racks on which are placed many ancient swords. They are all martial arts secret treasures. Some are famous swords in the history of the Great King Dynasty, some are relics of the previous dynasty, and some can even be traced back. Thousands of years ago.
The imperial dynasty sits on 100,000 miles of rivers and mountains, established the country for 1,800 years, and has a strong family.
Qian Yuzao gave an order, and all the secret treasures and famous swords that had been kept for many years in the treasury of Daquan were sent over.
"Swords are all good swords..."
Qian Yuzao scanned the weapon racks around her with pious eyes, as if it was not the Buddha statue in the temple that she bowed down today, but the ancient sword with an extraordinary origin on the weapon rack.
An instrument was held by Qian Yuzao.
Every treasure of the national treasury has relevant records in the documents, such as the origin of these ancient swords in the temple, who used it in the past, where the person holding the sword came from, and what martial arts techniques are good at...
Qian Yuzao rummaged through the document.
unfortunately.
Throughout the martial arts world for thousands of years, none of those heroes who are good at using swordsmanship are similar to Chen Xinglie.
There is no record in history.
No one is like him!
Then...
What is the origin of Chen Xinglie?
The more Chi Yuzao thinks about it, the more panicked she becomes.
The emotion of fear, most of the time, comes from the known, knowing how terrible it is, only then will you truly fear it.
however.
Sometimes, fear comes from the unknown.
The more you can't see through, the more you can't think clearly, the more you are reminded, the more you can't help but magnify the fear in your heart countless times.
Fear can drive people crazy.
The first to bear the madness of Qian Yuzao is the white bones of the monk of Nether Temple. This monk is now sitting in the corner of the main hall with a pale face and cold sweat on his forehead. Obviously his body is very weak, but he is still chanting scriptures. , But the voice trembled a little, as if the Qi was insufficient and the kidney was weak.
Only a demon like Qian Yuzao can squeeze the martial arts masters in the tenth state of martial arts, such as dragons!
Qian Yuzao absorbed the blue smoke in the hall, and his face regained his youth. Then he stood up and asked the gorgeous lady guarding at the entrance of the hall: "What's the order for Chen Xinglie?"
The maid just shook her head.
Qian Yuzao's eyes couldn't help being a little gloomy.
She remembered clearly that at the beginning of Xiaoliang Mountain, Chen Xinglie suppressed Gu Hou Meimei with a single sword, but let her go, only that she wanted her to wait for orders.
Qian Yuzao knew that Chen Xinglie must have known her details a long time ago. He knew that she was one of the eight hundred demon immortals in the Yao Clan Ruins City. Knowing that she was Qian Yuzao, he came to the Great Emperor Dynasty to occupy the magpie's nest and pretend to be the queen mother... …
"Everything is under Chen Xinglie's control."
Qian Yuzao sighed in her heart, as if a prisoner was waiting for the trial to fall, very worried, not knowing what the future outcome would be, whether he could save his life, and how much he would have to pay if he wanted to save his life.
As for escape...
Qian Yuzao thought about this.
But dare not.
Who knows if Chen Xinglie has secretly used the secret technique of tracking?
In the world of martial arts, the secret method is magical.
With the martial arts power displayed by Chen Xinglie, Qian Yuzao had long mistakenly thought that he was a peerless strongman, such as a master of such a strength, once he used the tracking secret technique, even the demon fairy would not be able to detect it.
If you run away, you will be hunted down.
Even if he fled back to the market city and hugged with eight hundred demons to keep warm, how could he be able to stop Chen Xinglie?
He even cut the real dragon!
If Chen Xinglie were to chase down to the city, even though there were eight hundred demon immortals and strong, how many of these masters could save their lives under Chen Xinglie's sword?
If the Eight Hundred Demon Immortals suffered heavy casualties and the demon clan's strength was greatly damaged, the Terran Celestial Kingdom would certainly not let go of this opportunity. At that time, the Central Heavenly Dynasty would gather the masters of the Terran clan and various dynasties to attack the demon clan in a large scale, how would the demon clan resist?
This is to exterminate the race!
Qian Yuzao became more afraid as he thought about it.
Before she knew it, sweat was already overflowing on her forehead, and she kept thinking about how to perfectly settle the grievances with Chen Xinglie and calm the anger in Chen Xinglie's heart.
If you go further, get in touch with Chen Xinglie...
As soon as Qian Yuzao thought of this, he felt hot in his heart and a little hot on his body. It took many years to cultivate to the land immortal realm, traveled all over the world, and met countless men, none of them looked better than Chen Xinglie!
Qian Yuzao asked anxiously, "Is there any news from Chen Xinglie?"
Why did you just ask again and now?
The maid did not understand the situation at all, so she replied respectfully: "Not yet."
Qian Yuzao nodded, fidgeting.
"Niang."
The abbot of Youming Temple entered the temple and said, "Since the empress is so impatient, why not take the initiative to find Chen Xinglie?"
Qian Yuzao's eyes sank.
The abbot again said: "I knew today, why should I be in the first place. The poor monk had persuaded his mother not to provoke him easily, alas..."
Qian Yuzao sneered and said: "The matter is over, so let's not talk about these excuses. No matter what, you are an accomplice of this palace. It is useless if you tell this palace. You have to talk to Chen Xinglie and see what handle he has Sword, would you like to listen to these explanations."
"Ugh……"
The abbot sighed and said: "At that time, the poor monk felt that Chen Xinglie might have a master at the pinnacle of a terrestrial to help, maybe a master of the Eighth Thunder Sky, maybe a Nine Sky Thunder, or even Shang Qingkong from the Tushan Sect. Ninth-turn Great Perfection, forcibly staying in the world of martial arts in the lower realm. What the poor monk never expected is that there is no peerless master who is secretly helping Chen Xinglie, that master is himself..."
"Humph!" Qian Yuzao sneered: "What good strategy do you have now?"
The abbot shook his head.
Qian Yuzao sneered and said, "Then you are waiting for death with all your heart?"
The abbot folded his hands together and said, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"
At this moment.
The old monk, the abbot of the Youming Temple, has a rare touch of the dignity of a Taoist monk, just like the Tushan Sect Sect Master Lin Daoyuan who appeared in front of Chen Xinglie in Qingyun City, just like a respectable and respected person.
Qian Yuzao's eyes were drooping.
Now, no matter how much you think about it, it's imaginary.
Only...
Waiting for death.
But at this moment.
A court lady came hurriedly outside the door.
Qian Yuzao hurriedly got up, and before the palace lady could speak, he asked first: "Is there news from Chen Xinglie?"
The palace maid who reported the letter was trembling with fear by Qian Yuzao's enthusiastic attitude, and said: "Uncle Guo went to the palace and asked to see the Queen Mother, saying that Chen Xinglie was so violent and defiant. …"
Puff!
Thousand Tamamo sat down on the ground in fright.