boom
That day, the entire Xiwang County saw a sword light rising into the sky.
Boom!
The formation in the back garden of the West Prince’s Mansion was destroyed, the sword energy soared into the sky, causing ripples in the space, and the entire West Prince’s Mansion shook like an earthquake.
For a time, the palace was in chaos.
Soldiers ran around, monks in seclusion flew out, servants huddled together and shivered, and dozens of beautiful and disheveled maids ran out of the scholar’s room.
It seems that one part of the painting style is wrong, but overall, the ability of Xiwangfu to deal with disasters is remarkable. Everyone knows that when an earthquake comes, they have to run to an open place.
As soon as they ran, many people noticed something strange in mid-air.
Several chains were flying across the sky, tied to the three heads of Gu Zixin. In addition, there were Zhu Jingting, the ancestor of the Fusion Stage, and Zhu Qiming, a flower in the palace.
Lu Bei stood in mid-air, his clothes stained with blood, his long hair disheveled, looking quite embarrassed.
He glanced at the surrounding monks from the royal palace, and said in a weak and firm tone: “The Western Prince’s Mansion plotted a rebellion and sent people to assassinate the main minister of the imperial court, this Ziwei, on many occasions. Today, it is even more outrageous. He deceived me. Ziwei comes in to kill.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, put down the old master quickly!”
“Leave the person behind and give you a way to survive!!”
Four Void Refining Realm monks occupied the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and worked together to block all retreat routes in Lu Bei. There were also ten god-transformation monks on the side to fill the gap.
On the ground, the underground palace mechanism was activated, and the dark Xiantian realm dead soldiers crowded the palace garden.
The vassal king managed the fiefdom and had food and town taxes. In addition to the local resident officers, he also had the power of private soldiers. It could be called a small country within a country.
But obviously, the number of private soldiers in the West Palace is far more than the eight hundred prescribed by the court, and it exceeds several times.
Coupled with the influence of the surrounding cultivation sects and the influence of the King of the West, once he had some ideas, the emperor Zhu Qiyou who was far away in the capital would be depressed enough to write furiously.
These have nothing to do with Lu Bei. Xianzhou is not Ningzhou, and it is not his turn to raid homes. Even if the emperor wants to move the Xiwang Mansion, only the three purple guards in Xianzhou will take advantage.
Lu Bei’s heart felt extremely sad when he thought of a turtle grandson like Zou Wu making a huge fortune. He just wished he couldn’t climb fast enough. If he were a Xuanwei, he would be able to get some share.
Therefore, it is impossible to confiscate the house. Hu San has no plan and Lu Bei has no idea. Both of them are self-aware.
The two brothers cou