"Where is Feng Qianjun?" Xiang Shuyu immediately approached the official road and took tens of thousands of people to Afang Palace outside the city.

"Tuoba Yan sent someone to protect him!" Chen Xing said, "It's very safe."

The sky was covered with white fish belly. At dawn, the sky was covered with clouds. The sun hid behind the clouds, and the wind was everywhere. Xiang Shu climbed a small hill and looked at the city of Chang'an for thousands of years, and the inside was dead.

"I don't understand why Feng Qianyi chose to take action at this time," Chen Xing said, "It's really a hurry to jump over the wall."

"He wants to save Feng Qianjun," Xiang Shu said, "It's hard to understand?"

Chen Xing: "If he really had this idea, why would he throw Brother Feng into the mirror?"

Xiang Shu said: "The purpose of saving Feng Qianjun is not to be brothers and sisters, but to use him."

"What do you do with him?" Chen Xing said in disbelief. When Xiang Shu suddenly reminded him, he immediately understood: once Feng Qianjun is possessed by resentment, he can drive the Senluo sword and exert extremely powerful power. The family magic weapon that has been refined by resentment will also become the greatest help for Feng Qianyi, the demon. When it explodes, no one is the opponent.

Fortunately, he saved someone, otherwise it would be as simple as the tide of living zombies that would have exploded.

Thirty miles away from the western suburbs of Chang'an, in front of Afang Palace.

The west bank of Zaohe River was full of Chang'an people who were fleeing desperately, and more people were rushing to arrive one after another. After experiencing the sudden riot, the imperial army of the Qin Dynasty quickly woke up from the changes and gathered at the place where Fu Jian was. The northern cavalry, known as invincible, showed the efficiency and military discipline of fighting in the south and north at this moment. Under Fu Jian's extremely strong and prosperous personal prestige, they quickly gathered, first with the imperial guards, followed by the Guanzhong army, and then with the cavalry guards of various tribes. The generals took only three hours to whip up and rushed to the main hall of Afang Palace.

"What happened?" Murong Chui shouted.

"Quiet!" Tuoba Yan said loudly.

Fu Jian sat upright in the main hall and said, "The matter is hasty and not enough to provide detailed descriptions. How many people do we have on hand?"

All races reported their troops, and Fu Jian had 300,000 troops under him to dispatch. Murong Chui said again: "I sent someone to send a letter to the prefect of Pingyang in the morning. On the way to arrive, I will lead 100,000 troops to support the king. I will arrive tomorrow morning."

The prefect of Pingyang was Murong Chong. He sent a letter yesterday morning and brought 100,000 people on the way. Fu Jian knew very well that this action was obviously not about serving the king, but about his sister Princess Qinghe who died, so he led his troops to settle the score with him.

Fortunately, Chen Xing said that Fu Jian finally realized the inappropriateness of the Murong family, but looking at Murong Chui and others running at night, it really didn't seem like accomplices. After all, if Princess Qinghe colluded with Feng Qianyi to rebel, it would not be possible to make no difference in the reason, and even the Murong family members would be killed.

Fu Jian was full of doubts, but he chose not to attack this matter and said in a deep voice: "Calculate the turbid oil in the Afang Palace, siege equipment, and all the troops will station first, ready to wait for my order to counterattack Chang'an."

"What are those guys?" At the time of the incident, Wang Ziye was using supper, and was hurriedly mounted on a carriage by the imperial guards to start running. The civil and military affairs in the city suddenly encountered a sudden change, and the head of the head was in a mess, and he was even more at a loss.

"The Great Chanyu arrived-"

The civil and military officials in the court were suddenly in agitation, and Murong Chui pressed his sword.

"The person who explained is here," Fu Jian sighed and sat down, answered, "Listen."

Xiang Shu walked in with dust, glanced at everyone, and did not take Murong in his eyes at all, and then Chen Xing entered.

"What's the situation?" Chen Xing saw that the palace was silent for a moment, and felt something was wrong.

"I'm waiting for you two." Fu Jian said, "After saying that, let's understand."

Chen Xing glanced at Xiang Shu, Xiang Shu nodded, indicating that he was right. The swords in the main hall were tense for a while, and all the generals of the Murong family were trembling slightly, and they were about to come up to kill Xiang Shu and kill him in the next moment, and to avenge Princess Qinghe. But Chen Xing, who was used to Xiang Shu's skills, knew very well that as long as Fu Jian did not participate in the war, even if everyone rushed over, they would not be able to defeat Xiang Shu's finger. This guy was really too strong!

"Where do you start?" Chen Xing was tired, and walked to the steps in front of Fu Jian and sat down, saying to everyone in the hall, "The reason why all this happened is that I think the real initiator is Your Majesty and everyone present, and they cannot escape the blame."

In an instant, the hall clamored and scolded Chen Xing angrily. After everyone was quiet, Xiang Shu suddenly said, "I am sorry for the innocent people in Chang'an City. I am so happy to be successful in your battles in the south and north, and I died of a bad life."

"My achievements are unparalleled!" Fu Jian said with a majestic voice, "Only Ying Zheng can compete with me. If I hadn't recovered the entire northern territory, there would only be more people who died today!"

Chen Xing retorted bluntly: "But how many people have you killed? Calculate it yourself! Every battle you fought, hundreds of thousands of casualties were killed and injured! How much hatred was released, how many mortals were unwilling to let go of the world before they died, gathering in resentment. The chaos was born from this..."

Chen Xing is almost certain that this series of events happened. He talked freely in the hall, and from the fragments, the entire process of the zombies raging in Chang'an - in order to overthrow Fu Jian, the Feng family has been reluctant to leave for many years, so they bought the original site of the Exorcist Department and built a new Xifeng Money House in Songshan.

Just as the General Administration of the Exorcist Department was dug up and landed in the canyon, the Feng family accidentally found the Yin-Yang Guess left by the Exorcists and the method of controlling magic weapons.

So in order to fight against the increasingly expanding Qin State, Feng Qianyi was crazy and out of control. He began to try to transform the people who died in battle into Ba, absorb the resentment between heaven and earth, and refine it. He refined the shadow warrior and the general in the mirror world. He waited for the right time to release this zombie army from the mirror and overthrew Fu Jian.

"You provided him with the most powerful force," Chen Xing said, "and the most suitable materials."

Suddenly there was silence in the hall.

"You haven't answered yet," Murong Chui said sinisterly, "Why did the Feng family want to rebel, why did they kill my niece? What does this matter have to do with Princess Qinghe?!"

Wang Ziye immediately interrupted and asked, "How did Feng Qianyi transform into Ba? He is born to be familiar with this kind of secret technique?"

"This is a kind of evil technique," Chen Xing replied, "It has not been recorded in what I have learned. Only by asking him himself will you know the specific process."

Tuoba Yan said, "We have very little information now, and we don't know how many troops the enemy has. Judging from the current situation, it will not be less than 200,000..."

During the question and answer, Murong Chui's questioning was bypassed. In front of Fu Jian, no one wanted to mention Princess Qinghe's involvement in the case of treason, but he just hoped that the matter would be exposed as soon as possible.

Fu Jian frowned slightly and began to observe the expressions of the Murong family. Some people had already realized this and showed a look of fear. It seemed that they were indeed unaware of it.

Xiang Shu replied: "Preliminary estimates are at least 300,000 living zombies."

"So many zodiacs are hidden in a mirror?" Wang Ziye said in disbelief, "Where did you find them?"

Chen Xing replied: "Yes, it's this mirror, maybe it was found from the battlefield in the Central Plains. There are not many living people in this world, and it's still easy to find dead people."

As he said that, Chen Xing sacrificed the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the magic weapon lingered in his hand, slowly floating and rotating. Everyone was shocked and retreated one after another.

"Don't worry," Chen Xing said, "I have recycled the magic weapon, and all the sects have been released. Now I can only wait for time, find a suitable place, and slowly release the resentment in the Yin-Yang Arch bit by bit, and then purify it. In a short period of time, try not to move it."

Wang Ziye said again: "Since my little brother is an exorcist, I guess he can purify this magic weapon."

Xiang Shu said in a deep voice: "Even if you succeed, the magic weapon cannot be handed over to you for use."

Chen Xing was about to answer, but was interrupted by Xiang Shu. He thought to himself, may you still be thinking about this magic weapon?

Wang Ziye asked again: "Not to mention the magic weapon for now, I will reiterate it. Since the little brother is an exorcist, I think there are some tricks to deal with the demon Feng Qianyi?"

"No." Chen Xing replied, "To be honest, after all the things come to silence, the exorcist in the world can no longer conquer demons. Now I am an exception. My only advantage can only exorcise resentment in a limited way. If you protect yourself, what Feng Qianyi calls is full of resentment, which increases and decreases, and is even more rampant."

"If Your Majesty is unwilling to stop the war and massacre as soon as possible," Chen Xing said again, "Today's tragedy will definitely happen again tomorrow. I'm finished."

Fu Jian's face was gloomy. It was the first time since Wang Meng's death that someone dared to denounce him in person in person. It was all about Fu Jian's pain points. If it weren't for the extraordinary period, these few words alone would have made Fu Jian furious and punished him for fifty court sticks on the spot.

Tuoba Yan smoothed the situation again and said to Fu Jian: "Since the whole thing is clear, I ask for an order to fight back to Chang'an with the Great Shanyu and Chen Xing and capture Feng Qianyi!"

Fu Jian came back to his senses, pondered for a moment, and looked directly at Xiang Shu. Xiang Shu raised his eyebrows at Fu Jian and replied, "The old nest was pounded, it's not just a joke."

Fu Jian had no choice but to say: "The imperial guards temporarily handed over to you to dispatch, Da Shanyu, you and me will be in a reconciliation after the chaos is pacified. If someone seeks revenge on you during this period, those who violate the order can be killed."

The hall should have been in an uproar, but the Murong family members realized what was going on and looked at Xiang Shu with hatred, without saying a word.

"The imperial guards are left to you," Xiang Shu said, "It is enough to capture Feng Qianyi. I will take the troops back, but it is just a waste of the lives of the men."

"I am not such a waste who is greedy for life and fear of death?" Fu Jian said angrily, "I can still fight! Wang Ziye! Hear the orders of the three armies! Open the weapon warehouse!"

Xiang Shu and Chen Xing left the main hall, and Chen Xing was absent-minded. However, just as he passed by Murong Chui, he suddenly heard a sentence.

"Little brothers are killing the world and running around," Murong Chui whispered, "I'm really worried. After Xiangyang hurriedly, it's been a long time since I saw you."

As he said that, Murong Chui took off his mask and exposed the burn marks. Chen Xing was suddenly shocked, remembering the meeting with Murong Chui when he escaped from the city with Xiang Shu that day, when he rushed into the governor's mansion with a car full of tinder oil!

Xiang Shu blocked Chen Xing without any sensation.

"I don't have time to cause trouble for you now, Murong Chui, be honest with the Lone King." Xiang Shu said coldly.

Chen Xing was uneasy. As soon as he left the hall, he knew that this matter would be difficult to let go. Even if he could clear Princess Qingqinghe, Murong Chui would not let him go in order to avenge him.

Xiang Shu slapped Chen Xing behind him, and Chen Xing was so shocked that he almost vomited blood.

"What are you doing?"

Xiang Shu mocked, "Are you afraid of Murong Chui?"

Chen Xing calmed down and said to Tuoba Yan: "What's the situation with Brother Feng?"

Tuoba Yan signaled to follow him. Feng Qianjun was safe and was placed under house arrest in a side hall halfway up the mountain of Afang Palace. When Chen Xing entered, both sides exclaimed in the same voice.

"That's great, you're fine." Chen Xing said.

Feng Qianjun was exhausted. After hearing the passage, he said, "No matter what he does, it can't be saved, but I have to stop my elder brother in my own hands."

Chen Xing sighed and looked at Xiang Shu for solicitation, but Xiang Shu said: "Although it has been sorted out, there are still many doubts. Feng Qianyi... Where did he get the skills to transform the 'Bo'?"

In the room, Xiang Shu, Tuoba Yan, Feng Qianjun and Chen Xing sat on the ground. Now, the more urgent the situation is, the more calm the more you need to be. You must find a way to deal with Feng Qianyi first, otherwise you will rashly return to Chang'an City and will only kill everyone.

Chen Xing was naturally confident and fearless. Anyway, with the protection of the Sui Star, his life was always full of dangers. But this was definitely not the case for Xiang Shu.

Chen Xing thought for a while and said, "According to the principle of the Exorcist Division, there will be no way to drive resentment, or evil magic to revive the dead with this situation. I can be sure that these were definitely not dug out from the ground."

"That is," Feng Qianjun said, "Brother learned it from another place."

Xiang Shu said: "Perhaps there is someone else who teaches him these evil tricks."

Chen Xing burst into tears and said, "It may be that he got some secret scrolls by chance."

Xiang Shu asked Feng Qianjun: "Who does that guy have any strange friends on his daily life?"

Feng Qianjun has separated from his brother since he was a child, and occasionally he has only been to Beijing for two or three years. He almost knows nothing about what his brother is doing.

Feng Qianjun shook his head.

"Remember the demon we met in Longzhong Mountain?" Xiang Shu said.

Chen Xing remembered that at dusk yesterday, Feng Qianyi also wore a mask similar to that mysterious person on his face.

Tuoba Yan said: "That is to say, there is still someone behind the scenes."

Xiang Shu nodded and pondered: "This person is very likely to be in the palace."

Chen Xing said: "Maybe it was the palace maid next to Princess Qinghe? Although I was also wondering how this mirror returned to Feng Qianyi from the palace again, the current situation is not the most important thing."

Xiang Shu said, "No, this is very important."
To be continued...