Chapter 295 Dagger Encounter
There are many familiar faces in the imperial mausoleum.
Zhao Yushu glanced over and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The prince's lineup was indeed good.
The young Taoist priest is one of them, the scholar who was the second most upright swordsman in the Snow Mountain Prison is one of them, and there are three people with sharp eyes and steady steps following closely behind the prince. Including the prince, there are a total of six sixth-level masters.
But I am only at the fifth level.
If I face the Little Taoist Priest head-on, I have a chance of winning, but with the addition of a scholar, it won’t be easy to win.
Zhao Yushu scratched his head, feeling a little distressed.
But this is already the best opportunity. Apart from the imperial mausoleum, at least four interior scenes and exterior scenes of more than one person have been completed.
Madam Xu, who had been silent for more than a month, let out a proud cry, and the familiar breath from deep within the imperial mausoleum surged again.
There is a new monk in the imperial mausoleum!
A powerful divine sense swept over everyone. A nobleman behind the prince groaned, and then flew into the air, flying straight out of the imperial mausoleum.
A hand suddenly appeared behind him, and the spiritual power in the hand rotated, completely dissipating the force on his body, and then looked expressionlessly into the depths of the imperial tomb.
The old eunuch's eyes flashed, and he put down the seriously injured nobleman who had not yet reacted to what had happened. Wan Qiming appeared next to the old eunuch in a flash.
"Father-in-law, what's going on?"
"Well, it looks like there's an extra monk in there."
"How is that possible? I have checked every level inside and outside so many times!"
The old eunuch sneered: "But now there is one more person, General Wan, I remember that you are proficient in the art of space barrier, and the investigation of the imperial tomb has always been your responsibility, right?"
Wan Qiming was stunned for a moment, then immediately became furious: "Old man! Don't slander me!"
"I am just telling the truth. The most urgent thing now is to rescue His Highness. We can discuss other things later."
Wan Qiming was trembling all over. A moment later, General Wang rushed over with a gloomy face. After quickly understanding the whole story, he decisively ordered the outer Longwu Army to surround the imperial mausoleum. In front of thousands of elite soldiers, even a cultivator could not escape easily.
"If there was one more monk, why was he the one who was beaten out?" General Wang frowned as he looked at the noble who was being carried away.
“Maybe it’s because he is not of royal blood and his cultivation is the lowest.” The old eunuch smiled but was very confused in his heart. Why did Emperor Taizong think you were of royal blood? However, your ancestors thought you were stronger than the Sixth Heaven.
There was chaos in the imperial mausoleum.
Several cultivators all suffered a terrifying push head-on. Fortunately, this force was not as strong as the one Zhao Yushu had encountered before. It was probably because most of the people here were members of the Li Tang royal family.
What’s even more bizarre is that this power has no effect on mortals at all. They only felt a gust of wind, and then a cultivator was blown away.
The prince's first reaction was to think that someone was attacking him by surprise, and he looked at the three Li clan members whose cultivation was not high without hesitation. If they made the slightest movement, the prince would kill them immediately in front of Taizu's spirit, even if it meant being criticized by the entire Li clan.
I am only one step away from the throne, no one can stop me!
Zhao Yushu was also a little surprised that it was that guy who flew out. He thought that he would have to rely on Minghong to withstand the pressure head-on like last time, and then directly face this group of cultivators. But now, the prince's side was on the verge of a fight, and those three guys were huddled together and trembling, and no one paid any attention to him.
Except my palms were a little hot.
Zhao Yushu stretched out his palm, it seemed like a drop of blood had been received here before.
"Your Majesty, there are monks sneaking into the imperial mausoleum, please leave immediately!"
Just as Zhao Yushu was about to launch an attack, General Wang roared outside the mausoleum. The prince finally reacted and glanced at everyone in confusion, then fixed his eyes on Zhao Yushu.
"You, you are! It's you!"
Oops, I'm exposed. Zhao Yushu smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness forgot that I am Bai Jintang. I was praising you just now."
Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand, and Assassin fell into his palm: "If you don't want to die, leave immediately."
Every minister wished they could grow wings and fly away, but who would dare to move without the prince's order?
"Get out, don't die here in vain!" It was Prince Fu who spoke.
As soon as Prince Fu opened his mouth, some people turned around and ran out without hesitation. With someone taking the lead, all the ministers ran so fast, and the three young cultivators from the Li family also sneaked up to the door. In a moment, in the huge imperial mausoleum sacrificial hall, only the five cultivators from the prince's side, Zhao Yushu, and Prince Fu were left.
Zhao Yushu and the prince were both stunned: "Why doesn't Uncle Wang leave?"
"I am a prince of the Tang Dynasty. If I still act like a stray dog in front of my ancestors, how can I live in this world with dignity?"
Zhao Yushu was just about to praise Prince Fu for being a fat man with courage, but in the blink of an eye he saw the prince's face suddenly turn red and he immediately smiled.
Prince Fu's words sounded righteous, but he blocked more than just his own escape route.
I, a prince, can't even run away, how dare you, a prince, run away?
Apart from fighting to the death with him in the imperial mausoleum, the prince has been forced into a corner.
The three young monks also stopped in embarrassment, not knowing whether to go forward or go back.
"I have no skills, so I will not hold His Highness back. You three should also stop making trouble and come to my side quickly." Although Prince Fu did not leave, he took two steps back. Zhao Yushu frowned. The position where Prince Fu inadvertently stood did not belong to him, but to Li Jian, the King of Kucha.
Yelu Yan wanted to drop that drop of blood here at the beginning, but I intercepted it. What’s the use of this position?
Zhao Yushu's heart sank. His fear of this seemingly ordinary Prince Fu instantly exceeded that of the five cultivators who were eyeing him covetously on the opposite side. It seemed that his original plan of fighting to the death had to be changed temporarily.
The young Taoist priest sneered and stepped forward: "It's really strange. I saw you didn't have any cultivation from outside, but now you have become a fifth-level cultivator. I have to say that even I didn't realize when you played this trick. But you want to kill the king with just a fifth-level cultivation. Aren't you too confident?"
Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh. No one in this world could hide their cultivation level, so they would never think in that direction. Instead, they instinctively thought that they had replaced Bai Jintang when they entered the imperial mausoleum.
"I believe that the Taoists in Longhu Mountain are not like the monks in Dabei Temple, who rely solely on their mouths to make a living."
The little Taoist priest's face twitched: "How brave!"
There was a loud thunder, and a purple lightning bolt shot out from the palm of the young Taoist priest, heading straight for Zhao Yushu's door.
Everyone's eyes were dazzled by the brilliant lightning and they subconsciously closed their eyes slightly.
The thunder disappeared and everyone blinked, a little dazed.
After a flash of thunder, the entire hall became pitch black.
A strong sense of crisis arose in the prince's heart, and he almost subconsciously took a step back.
A pitch-black dagger stretched out from bottom to top, cutting through his luxurious robe.
A scroll was revealed.