Chapter 1846: Assassin

The princes of the Quartet, the kings of all the kings, all gathered together in the city of the opposite kings today. There is only one purpose to celebrate the succession of the new generation of the emperor, and all the places are lively.
On the wide streets, from time to time, I walked through a super-strong person with deep breath. The Sanctuary was standing in front of him, and he couldn’t help but tremble, obviously reaching the level of Dasheng.
In the usual, this kind of strength, almost in the world, almost no one can stop, and at this moment, here, do not dare to let go, the new Yonghuang, calm the world, unified the Lingzu, countless strong surrender, the Wanzu No one knows which inn, or shop, may be sitting in an awe-inspiring ancient holy.
"To say that this new vassal emperor is really a man, the last generation of the emperor, was hurt by the emperor and the emperor, and he was born, not only defeated the other party’s conspiracy, but also The celestial beings from the heavens were killed in one fell swoop, laying the foundation of invincibility..."
On the street, a storyteller, holding a folding fan in his hand, painted and painted.
"Is this right wrong? A month ago, Wangcheng war, I saw clearly, the imperial emperor was not at the great level, and there was no way to intervene. It was an unknown ancient holy shot, only to kill the immortal. !"
A passerby questioned.
The war was only a month before, and many people saw it with their own eyes, which is quite different from what the storyteller said.
The former, has been promoting the merits of the new Yonghuang, and in fact, everyone who saw the battle, all understand that the greatest hero is not him, but an ancient saint that has never appeared before.
"The unknown ancient holy, you know who?" Seeing him questioning, the storyteller smiled and looked over.
"I don't know!"
The passer-by shook his head, and everyone else around him was full of confusion.
"The man didn't say his name. Since that day, it hasn't happened yet. Can you tell who you are?"
One person asked.
All people look at it.
The whole king city is full of doubts about the mysterious master, and wants to know where it came from.
"Of course I know!"
Seeing that everyone’s appetite was hoisted, the storyteller smiled and licked his beard, and his fingers kept tapping the copper plaque in front of him.
"Come on!"
An obese figure wearing a brawl, with a trembling wrist, a few big mekong coins falling into it, and the sound of "When!"
Seeing the money, the storyteller’s eyes lit up and hurriedly put the big money into the sleeves. This shook the fan again, smiled softly and lowered the voice:
It is said that this mysterious ancient saint is the emperor. His deceased teacher, a hermit, and the imperial concubine, it is under his door to practice, only to have such an achievement, turned out to be the world, and to calm down the world! Not only that, I heard that this tamed the ancient holy, Let it be a beast, and let the ancient spirit of the Holy Spirit be surrendered, let the majesty, get the support of two..."
"The teacher of the imperial concubine?"
"This bragging? The majesty of the Emperor Yong won the inheritance of the previous generation of the Emperor, is his teacher, not the last generation of the emperor?"
Someone questioned.
"Of course not, the previous generation of the Emperor, is very powerful, so that countless people admire, but not enough to be the qualification of the new Yonghuang teacher! I also heard that ... Lao Yonghuang, see him this teacher, both I want to be called a young master!"
The storytelling is humane.
"The old Yonghuang called the young master? The more you blow, the more powerful it is! The teacher of the Yonghuang is a god?"
The obese figure wearing a brawler laughs.
"Nature is a god. If it is not a god, how can it make the fairy from the heavens easy to kill?" The storyteller said: "For tens of thousands of years, except for the Confucius of the Terran, the descendants of my family, you listen. Who said that, has this power?"
Everyone is dumb.
The celestial singer, by listening to the name alone, knows that it is a symbol of invincibility. It is smothered by its own strength. For tens of thousands of years, there are only two legends.
The ancient saint that suddenly popped up, killing it easily, if it is not a god, it is unbelievable.
"Yong Huang's Majesty is a pro-pass of the gods. This is the sacred sect of the gods. It is accepted by the heavens and the people of the world are congratulated. This is a blessing for my spiritual family and a thing we are proud of!"
The more the storyteller is, the more excited he is.
"Yes, it is my pleasure to be with the Yonghuang!"
"Our spirits will be stronger and stronger in the future..."
"Tianzhu my family..."
......
All people are full of excitement.
"Hey! What kind of god, I think it is to confuse people, deliberately get a power to teach, to fool..."
The fat man wearing a cloak at the corner of his mouth is stunned. He wants to continue talking, and he feels tight behind him and is pulled.
The eyebrows wrinkled and turned to look at it. It was a tall and thin woman wearing a coat: "Go back!"
"I came out to inquire about the news, really not looking for food..."
After stunned, the fat man stuffed a meat ball in his mouth and wanted to say something. He heard the woman’s voice with coldness: "Sister told me to call you back. If you don't listen, you can stay here!"
"..."
It’s curled up, and the fat man just changed his face immediately:
Haha, what do you say, the teacher told me, I dare not, go, don’t let the sister wait anxious...

Too lazy, the woman took the lead, the two turned a few turns, came to a small courtyard, pushed the door and went in.
After a while, I came to a closed room, and all the surrounding areas were sealed with special means. The sound and even the gods could not be transmitted.
There are a few people sitting in the room, and it looks like a foreigner, but a human being.
"Oh, I am going out to inquire about the news..."
Seeing the middle, the woman with the eyebrows wrinkled, with a slap in the eyes, the fat man scratching his head.
"What did you hear about it? Let's talk about it..."
The young man on the side smiled slightly. He had a long gun behind him and leaned against the wall. The gun was faint and cold.
"This...the new imperial concubine is indeed a personal talent. Not only has it settled the world, but it has also created a gimmick that the theocratic authority gave, let the storyteller preach around, and now almost the entire Wangcheng people, even the entire heterosexual family, They all think that he is the son of the gods who sent the gods to save the people. They are all admired!"
Thinked, fat man.
"I also heard about this incident. This new prince is a personal talent, a different spirit, under his leadership, it must be more brilliant, the human race may be in crisis!"
The young eyebrows are also wrinkled, turning to look at the woman in the middle: "Sister, what should we do now?"
"This new prince has just succeeded, and wants to make everyone loyal, naturally needs all kinds of propaganda, and it is normal!"
The woman in the middle, her finger on the table, the eyebrows swelled, after a while: "However, Zheng Yang said yes, let it go, the spirits are completely unified, the human race is indeed in danger, so... we must first Start with a strong! When he succeeds in the grand ceremony, when there is chaos, assassinate it!"