Chief don't slap in the face

In his hand, he held a long sword and pierced his heart.

"It hurts!"

King Zhao felt the severe pain, but his lips moved, and what he asked was: "Are those illusions real?"

Xia Ye hesitated for a moment, thinking that a dying person should not leak the secret, so he nodded.

"Are you from before the Great Cataclysm?"

Even death did not change King Zhao's face. At this time, he showed a shocked expression, and then became unwilling, screaming in pain: "Why did I have to be born in this era!"

Xia Ye didn't answer, nor drew his sword, just lowered his head, not knowing what to say, he also recalled the past days, to be honest, if he didn't want to repay Xia Lingyue's kindness, he might have chosen to commit suicide, right?After all, it is too difficult to live in this era.

"Owner!"

"Xia Ye!"

"Great Chief!"

Jia Duo and his entourage surrounded him, even though King Zhao seemed to be dead, they were still facing an enemy.

Song Guo stretched out his hand and tried it on King Zhao's nose: "I've confirmed it, I'm not breathing!"

call!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even the strong-willed female warrior of Eternal Island collapsed to the ground.

"How did he die?"

Ghost Lord frowned.

"Illusion?"

Lu Lingxi looked at Xia Ye suspiciously. The situation was not good at first, but after Xia Ye's left eye erupted with a golden light, Zhao Wang froze in place as if he had been cast a body-holding spell.

"It's the seventh ability of the Dominant Eye, called Soul Illusion!"

Xia Ye didn't hide anything.

At this moment, his heart was full of rejoicing, this kind of ability was simply too suitable for the occasion.

The so-called soul phantom, as the name suggests, is the phantom that most directly points to the heart, the kind of phantom that is engraved deep in the heart and cannot be forgotten.

When this illusion is activated, it is almost impossible for anyone to distinguish between reality and illusion, but quickly immersed in it.

No one's life is perfect, and the illusion of the soul is the placebo, the kind of desire that the caster lacks most.

"As long as people live, they will have regrets!"

Xia Ye was filled with emotion.

Zhao Wangquan is all over the world, and he has seen as many beauties as an ox hair. It can be said that power, wealth, and sex are not attractive to him. He is also powerful, and he is a rare genius. Otherwise, he would not stand out and be selected as The crown prince, so it is impossible to kill him by force, but he also has regrets, and there are things he wants but can't get.

Zhao Wang's state of mind is his only shortcoming, otherwise he would not be world-weary and want to commit suicide.

The phantom of the soul aimed at this loophole and dealt a fatal blow.

"Win a fluke!"

Xia Ye was stunned, he didn't want to experience this kind of battle again: "Jia Duo, arrange someone to find Zhao Lianyu, let her control the situation in the palace as soon as possible."

Although the development of the situation is slightly different from the plan, it has not deviated from the track on the whole, so the thing to be on guard now is not to let others pick the peaches.

You know, King Zhao has several sons.

"Here!"

Jia Duo was worried, ordered a few people, and was about to do it herself, but not long after leaving the hall, she retreated again, accompanied by deafening shouts of killing.

"Slay the traitor and save the king!"

"Kill the traitor, reward ten thousand gold!"

"Surround this place, don't let anyone go!"

Chasing Jia Duo and his party into the main hall were teams of elite soldiers in full armor, with excellent weapons in their hands and serious expressions on their faces. Even when they saw the temple that was almost in ruins, they were not at all moved.

These people are dead men!

"I'm really afraid of something!"

Xia Ye was speechless, pinching the center of his eyebrows, feeling a headache, with his current combat power, he couldn't stand this kind of battle.

Chapter 483 Zhao Guoda Prophet!

All the soldiers came in, and after occupying the favorable terrain, another middle-aged man, surrounded by a group of guards, quickly entered the hall. He first turned his head to look around, and after confirming King Zhao's body, his expression immediately changed. He was overjoyed, but in an instant he controlled his expression again, and squeezed out a mournful cry.

"Your Majesty, your servant is late!"

The middle-aged man cried and was about to run towards the corpse.

"The king is dead?"

The guards were terrified and froze on the spot for a while.

The middle-aged man ran a few steps, and found that no one was stopping him, so he could only bite the bullet and stay where he was, making a joke, Xia Ye and his party were standing next to the corpse, even if he had the guts, he would not dare to run over, doing so , It's just pretending, but these subordinates don't understand how to cooperate.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash, after this incident is resolved, feed them all to my horses!"

The middle-aged man muttered and looked back.

When a young man was stared at by this kind of gaze, his neck immediately shrank.

"Your father is dead, what are you going to do now?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"what?"

The young man muttered, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay, stop acting, hurry up if you want to fight!"

Xia Ye stood up, for such a powerful official, it should not be too easy to find a 'son' of King Zhao to succeed him, anyway, it would be even more difficult to tell the difference between a deer and a horse.

"Haha, since you are a smart person, don't blame me."

The middle-aged man teased and waved his hand: "Shoot the arrow!"