Chapter 1562: Killing the Gallbladder

Seeing that Zhang Ziling was behaving strangely, several guards couldn't help feeling alert and gripped the weapons in their hands tightly.

"Hey! I'm asking you a question, who are you?" A guard asked Zhang Ziling again, his tone became much more severe.

Zhang Ziling took a little look at the guards in front of him, and found that these gate guards were only at Qi Gathering Realm, they were completely low-level monks, and they couldn't possibly be members of the Wen family of the ancient Tianqing Kingdom.

"Boring."

Zhang Ziling said softly, ignored the guards at the palace gate, and walked straight into the depths of the palace.

There is Zhang Ziling's goal.

"Stop!" Seeing that Zhang Ziling was ignoring them, several guards became anxious, and suddenly drew out their long knives and pointed at Zhang Ziling and shouted.

Obviously, Zhang Ziling's performance has already shown that he is not a good visitor, and the guards are not fools, so they naturally know what they should do now.

Those who are good at the palace, die!

But Zhang Ziling still ignored the guard's warning and walked straight into the depths of the palace.

"Looking for death!" Seeing Zhang Ziling like this, several guards were furious, drew out their long knives and rushed towards Zhang Ziling.

However, before those guards touched Zhang Ziling, they exploded into blood mist in mid-air, and the blood stained the palace gate red.

The palace gate instantly became quiet.

"The city that never sleeps, the night that never sleeps, the red color of the wedding banquet...it goes well with blood." Zhang Ziling looked at the brightly lit palace ahead, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and continued to walk deep into the palace.

Soon, the imperial guards patrolling the palace discovered the blood stains at the gate of the palace, and quickly raised the alarm.

The commanders of the forbidden army were alarmed one after another, and led people to the palace gate to intercept Zhang Ziling.

On a day like the third prince's wedding, no one is allowed to come out and make trouble!

The army gathered outside the palace, and in the banquet deep in the palace, many important figures did not realize that the danger was slowly approaching them.

There is still a lot of singing and dancing here.

At this time, the focus of everyone's attention was on the young man in the red jacket.

The third prince of Tianqing Ancient Kingdom,

Tonight's groom, Wen Zhao!

Wen Zhao's facial features are fairly regular, with some freckles, his eyes are blurred, and he smells of alcohol, obviously drunk.

There are all kinds of big people around him, not to mention what they are thinking in their hearts, but now every one of them is full of smiles.

"Congratulations to the third prince, congratulations to the third prince! It is a great blessing to marry the sixteenth princess of the Jinjiao clan!"

"The marriage between the ancient country and the Jinjiao clan is really a great event for the whole world to celebrate!"

"The third prince is really a good-looking talent, and the sixteenth princess is a perfect match!"

A group of big shots were full of flattery towards the Third Prince patted his horse*.

Wen Changqing, the ancient emperor of Tianqing, had nine sons, but only the third prince had some promise. The other eight were either ignorant dandies, or were not as capable as the third prince, and they were all emptied of power by the third prince.

More importantly, the cultivation talent of the other princes is far inferior to that of the third prince.

Now the third prince has married the sixteenth princess of the Jinjiao clan, and when Wen Changqing abdicates, the third prince will be the throne.

They curry favor with the third prince, they curry favor with the future emperor of the Ancient Sky Blue Kingdom.

The third prince was completely obsessed with everyone's flattery at this moment, he laughed out loud, quite proud of himself.

In the third prince's wedding room, a woman was sitting quietly on the bedside with a red hijab, and an old man looked at the woman with a gloomy expression.

That woman is the sixteenth princess of the Jinjiao Clan, Jin Ying.

And that old man is the Seventh Elder of the Jinjiao Clan, Jin Changxing.

"Ying'er, that guy Wen Zhao is drunk, after he enters the bridal chamber, you have to find out the whereabouts of Di Danxin as much as possible." Jin Changxing whispered to Jin Ying, his tone serious.

"The old guy Wen Changqing from the Tianqing ancient country is unfathomable in strength, so remember to hide everything you do."

"Yeah." Jin Ying nodded slightly.

"The old man has to go back, lest the Sixth Elder can't handle it alone."

"Elder, don't worry, Ying'er will take care of everything."

"That's good. This matter is related to the future of our lineage. We must not make any mistakes!"

After ordering again, Jin Changxing didn't dare to stay any longer, and disappeared into the room in a wisp of smoke.

With the status of the Jinjiao clan, it is actually impossible for them to marry the ancient country of Tianqing. If Jin Ying had not found out that the third prince of the ancient country of Tianqing had Emperor Danxin in his hands, and was going to use Didanxin as a token of warmth For the birthday ceremony, Jin Ying and the others had no choice but to make a bad move.

For them, if they can achieve their goals, it doesn't matter even if they sacrifice some hue.

In this world, strength is everything, and everything else can be discarded.

In the depths of the palace, the big men have different thoughts, they are enthusiastic on the surface, but they have their own calculations in their hearts.

But generally speaking, the depths of the palace are full of excitement.

However, on the outskirts of the palace, there was already a bloody smell, and there were broken corpses everywhere.

Zhang Ziling advanced slowly alone. The three thousand forbidden soldiers in front held long knives and watched Zhang Ziling trembling with black air all over his body.

At this moment, the demonic energy around Zhang Ziling turned into a huge sickle, and as long as Zhang Ziling took a step forward, the three thousand forbidden troops would take a step back.

Today the third prince is getting married, and the commander of the Imperial Army dare not destroy the third prince's wedding banquet just because he broke into the palace by himself.

Everyone knows what this marriage means to the Ancient Azure Country.

However, when the commander of the forbidden army led a thousand troops to block Zhang Ziling, that commander was beheaded by Zhang Ziling in less than a single meeting, and the thousand-strong forbidden army was also killed by Zhang Ziling.

Following Zhang Ziling's killing spree, all the imperial guards in the palace received news and came to reinforce them. When they came, there were 30,000 imperial troops, and even monks in the real martial arts realm could stop them for a long time, but now Zhang Ziling Killed to less than 3,000 people...

The Evernight Imperial Guard, which was known for its iron and blood strength, was defeated by Zhang Ziling at this moment.

can't stop...

"What the hell is this monster?"

Several small commanders of the forbidden army looked at Zhang Ziling Zhang Ziling in horror, his body trembling slightly.

The Grand Commander has been decapitated, and they are now forced to stand at the forefront. But in this situation, anyone who dares to stand up and preside over the overall situation will be killed within three seconds.

No one dared to push forward at all.

But now the soldiers who went to report didn't get attention at all. People deep in the palace didn't believe that anyone would dare to riot at this time.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

Finally, under Zhang Ziling's high pressure, some soldiers couldn't bear to collapse and began to roar loudly.

"If this continues, we will all die! Where are the strong men in the palace?"

"I'm quitting! They're having fun in there, we're dying here, what's the point?"

The soldiers roared, and the morale of the entire Imperial Guard suddenly collapsed. Many people began to throw away their helmets and armor, and fled one after another, making a mess.

The instigator of all this, Zhang Ziling, didn't even look at the imperial guards fleeing in a panic around him, and walked into the depths of the palace without haste.

"It's really ironic. The singing and dancing inside is peaceful, and the blood is flowing outside... It's a beautiful scenery!"

Zhang Ziling walked forward leisurely, and all the monks within ten feet of him were cut in half by the sickle turned from the magic energy behind him!

Like a demon god descending!

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