Chapter 281 Halfway Hero
"Is this thing really useful?"
Yelu Yan actually asked a question in Chinese.
"I don't know either, but His Majesty can only do this much. Ambassador Yelu, the rest is up to you."
Yelu Yan took the small porcelain bottle, his hands trembling a little, not knowing what was in the bottle.
"Are you sure this is the right location?"
"This is what the Ministry of Rites has decided. If it is wrong, then our prince will not have that fate."
Yelu Yan nodded, walked to a place on the left side of the hall, and carefully measured it several times: "Whether it works or not, we have to give it a try."
Yelu Yan said something in Khitan, and the five Liao people immediately sat cross-legged in a circle around him, muttering something.
At this moment, the spiritual light on the five people could be seen without using one's eyes. These five people were actually all cultivators!
How to do it? How to arrange the formation?
A group of Liao people set up an array in the ancestral mausoleum of the Tang Emperor. If you say they have good intentions, even the Liao Emperor himself probably wouldn't believe it.
Li Jian is just like his father and brother, stupid and incompetent!
Under the chanting of the five Liao monks, a light curtain gradually formed. As the light curtain became more solid, Zhao Yushu heard a dull and puzzled voice.
Ok?
Where did the voice come from? Whose voice was it? Was there someone else in the imperial mausoleum?
However, these people were not surprised at all by this voice.
As soon as he heard the sound, Yelu Yan hurriedly opened the porcelain bottle, with the mouth of the bottle facing downward, and a drop of bright red blood slowly fell.
Thick as oil.
The drop of blood fell very slowly, as if it was dragged in the air by an invisible force, and along with that doubtful voice, a force that made people almost dare not look up suddenly spread out from the depths of the imperial tomb.
Zhao Yushu was forced out of the shadows by this force with almost no resistance. If he was an ordinary cultivator, he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die. This was no less than a full-strength attack from a great master in the external world!
But he just staggered involuntarily, not caring about the extremely terrified looks those Liao people gave him, and just stared blankly at Minghong's triumphant scream in his sea of consciousness.
The imperial mausoleum has divine will!
Zhao Yushu suddenly remembered Minghong's reaction when he faced the prince in the snowy mountains. Is the Li family bloodline related to a deity?
Yelu Yan had already stared with his eyes wide open. The magic circle set up by five Liao monks was shaky in front of this force, but it was as stable as a rock. It should have been a foolproof thing, but no one knew when a person was hidden in the imperial mausoleum!
Fortunately, Zhao Yushu always had the habit of wearing a mask when traveling at night, so he was not afraid of being recognized.
Yelu Yan subconsciously looked at the drop of blood that had not yet fallen to the ground, and Zhao Yushu also looked over.
At this point, even a fool would know that this drop of blood would be of great use in the ceremony a few days later.
"t??hnnг 3oгcoo!" (Stop him, I don't know Khitan, I will use Mongolian to fill the cup for the time being)
"What are you talking about!" Zhao Yushu didn't understand what Yelu Yan was saying. Several cultivators were trying their best to maintain the formation from being broken, but they were unable to move. Theoretically, no one should be able to do anything.
However, the young eunuch shook his sleeves and pushed forward suddenly. If Zhao Yushu wanted to do something with this drop of blood, he would first have to break the formation, and then he would have to get past him.
Although Zhao Yushu relied on Minghong to withstand the huge force of the imperial mausoleum, his body was still unstable due to the impact. In theory, it would be very difficult for him to do anything else.
"Turns out he's a master." Zhao Yushu used his eyes to see that the little eunuch was also a cultivator of the fifth level like himself.
So Zhao Yushu grinned and took out the Assassin.
The entire hall suddenly became dark.
The next moment, a hand stretched out from the ground and caught the drop of sticky blood that was about to fall to the ground.
The one who reacted the fastest was the young eunuch. After all, Yelu Yan was just a mortal, and the remaining five did not dare to move at all. The young eunuch turned around abruptly, pulled Yelu Yan behind him with one hand, and grabbed him with the other hand clenched into an eagle claw. Judging from the domineering spiritual power, if he had grabbed him, the lightest consequence would have been a fractured skull.
This guy is so vicious that he wants to kill you without even asking any questions the first time he meets you.
In fact, it would be the same no matter who it was. You had been carefully planning a strategy for who knows how long, and then someone suddenly appeared at the most critical moment. You would capture him first, or you might not have to capture him at all. Anyway, a dead enemy is the best enemy.
Unfortunately, he was only at the fifth level. Zhao Yushu now asked himself, even if a young master from the sixth level came, after learning the swordsmanship of Shushan, absorbing the dual divine powers, and being trained by the old man and the old eunuch all the way, he would not be inferior to the young master in a head-on battle, let alone a mere fifth level.
The sword pointed at the eagle claw, and the sharp invisible sword energy suddenly pierced the little eunuch's palm. Before the other party could scream, Zhao Yushu pointed forward again. The little eunuch's eyes widened with anger, a bloody hole appeared in his throat, and he died on the spot.
And at the moment when Zhao Yushu grabbed the drop of blood, the aura deep in the imperial mausoleum seemed to have a hint of doubt, and the endless gushing force suddenly weakened and slowly disappeared.
Yelu Yan stared in amazement as the young eunuch slowly fell down. The moment the external pressure disappeared, the five cultivators around him all jumped up and pounced on Zhao Yushu, but their highest level was only the third heaven. After a few afterimages flashed, these people covered their necks and turned into corpses in front of Yelu Yan.
Yelu Yan's clothes were completely soaked with sweat, and he opened and closed his mouth several times but no sound came out.
The black-clothed man in front of him had an incredibly high level of cultivation. With just one encounter, he knocked down a master who had been lurking beside King Li Jian of Kucha for several years. The remaining few people could not last more than two breaths even with their combined strength. Who on earth is this man!
"Yelü Yan." Zhao Yushu turned around and looked at the Liao ambassador who was shaking all over, his voice low and hoarse.
"The prince asked me to say hello to you and the King of Kucha."
Yelu Yan's heart instantly rose to his throat, he was exposed!
Then he closed his eyes, waiting for the sharp blade to pierce his throat, but after waiting for a long time he did not feel the sharpness.
Yelu Yan opened his eyes carefully, and there was no one in front of him.
Yelu Yan cannot be killed for the time being.
If Yelu Yan died here, it would be good if the commander guarding the imperial mausoleum was extremely courageous, and perhaps he could keep it secret for a few days, waiting for the Liao envoys or Li Jian's insiders to find a way to investigate and then expose it; if he was a little bit timid and exposed the matter, given the prince's current paranoid character, he might really do something absurd like ascending the throne without offering sacrifices to his ancestors.
As long as Yelu Yan is alive, he will find a way to conceal what happened today. Not to mention the five Liao people, even though the young eunuch has a high level of cultivation, he is just a palace servant after all. There will always be a way.
As for raising the banner of the prince, it was Zhao Yushu's sudden idea. In this way, Yelu Yan would think that he and Li Jian had been targeted by a prince, and thus he would no longer be so interested in Li Jian, a partner who had nothing.
The other princes all had their own power to a certain extent, and would not be as radical as Li Jian and dare to cooperate with the Liao people at the cost of world condemnation.
The harvest tonight was enormous, the biggest harvest was that we easily prevented an alien invasion before it even started.
And another gain...
Zhao Yushu spread out his palm outside the town, and the drop of blood was gone.