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The faces of the people surrounded by the guards had different expressions. Ye Lingling was infected by Michael's emotions and seemed very calm.

The heads and heads looked a little anxious, obviously understanding the current situation.

Only Brother Dalong is the most handsome guy. He is not anxious, but very angry: "Get out of the way!"

No matter how willing the guards were to obey, they had already seen the broken body of Emperor Xue Ye. They were loyal to their duties and still refused to retreat even half a step in the face of the three titled Douluo.

"Caleb, is there anything else you can do?" Ning Fengzhi couldn't calm down anymore. Seeing Michael's calm face, he couldn't help but ask.

Michael had already thought of all the ways he could think of, and the most feasible way was avalanche. When he heard the question, he nodded and said, "Uncle, you can give it a try."

Then he remembered the relationship between Dugu Bo and Prince Xue Xing, and asked him softly: "Senior Dugu, is Prince Xue Beng really as ignorant and ignorant as the rumors say?"

Dugu Bo was startled when he heard this and shook his head. He was interrupted just as he was about to speak.

"The fourth prince is here!"

Shortly after the announcement, Avalanche came over.

The guards who went to report should have informed him of the bad news. At this time, Xue Beng did not have the dandy and rude look as rumored. When he saw the lifeless Emperor Xue Ye lying in the ruins, his face turned pale.

Xue Beng walked tremblingly on the bricks and rubble to the body of Emperor Xue Ye, and fell to his knees with a plop. Tears could not stop pouring out, and he cried bitterly: "Father...Father!"

The mournful cries made several people look unbearable.

The five people who made the plan together at the beginning all felt a little guilty. They had perfectly ensured their own safety, but they had caused Emperor Xueye to suffer an unreasonable disaster.

The maids and guards in the hall are all innocent. No matter how loyal they are to the royal family, their lives are precious.

Xue Beng knelt down and cried for a long time. He knelt until the sky was dark, and then his tears finally dried up. The cool breeze in the evening woke him up. Xue Beng struggled to stand up with the help of his guards, his knees dripping with blood from the gravel.

Following the guidance of the guard, he walked up to Michael expressionlessly and said in a cold tone: "What do you want from me?"

"Your Highness, this is not the place to talk."

"No need, just say it here!" Xue Beng's tone became cold and hard, "You are too strong, I'm afraid something unexpected will happen to you!"

Michael frowned and did not argue with him: "This matter has something to do with the prince."

Xue Beng's eyes paused, and his expression fluctuated slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he smiled bitterly: "Let's go!"

"No, Your Highness!" The guard who was supporting him immediately stopped him. "Your Majesty was killed, and these people may be the murderers! Your Highness must not be alone with them!"

"Shut up!" Xue Beng shouted angrily, "Don't mention this matter again!"

Then he directed the accompanying maids to lead everyone to visit the side hall in the early stage.

After retreating, Xue Beng sat back on the chair weakly, obviously not recovering from his grief: "Just tell me."

Ning Fengzhi also patted his shoulder, signaling him to speak quickly.

"Your Highness, as far as I know, the appearance you usually show to others is all disguised, right?" Michael made up his mind that since he wanted to take the initiative in the conversation, he would take the initiative from the beginning.

Sure enough, Xue Beng had a look of shock on his face, and Michael was convinced and continued to talk.

"You think your second and third brothers were designed by the prince to kill them with strange poisons. And in order to save your life, you can only pretend to be uneducated and incompetent to make her give up attacking you. Your Highness, don't you know that I Is your statement correct?"

Xue Beng was even more shocked and nodded mechanically: "You are right."

Michael struck while the iron was hot: "Your eldest brother, His Royal Highness, has actually encountered the vicious hands of Wuhun Palace a long time ago. The daughter of the previous Pope Qian Xunji has been lurking in the Tiandou Empire for more than ten years, using the ability of the Angel Suit Soul Bone , has been pretending to be the prince."

"What did you say?!" Xue Beng screamed, but Michael observed him carefully and found that there was not much surprise in his eyes at this time, but a hint of surprise.

"Your Highness, you should have already made some guesses about this matter, right?"

Michael was right. Although Xue Beng had no clear evidence, he actually had doubts about his "big brother". He could not tell Emperor Xue Ye about this because his father trusted Xue Qinghe extremely and was not satisfied with the image he had put on, so why add fuel to the fire.

Michael continued to throw bombs: "More than half a year ago, the prince went to Tiandou Royal Academy. Due to the ability of my martial spirit, I can detect other people's martial spirits. At that time, I saw through her disguise, because her The martial spirit is not the swan martial spirit of the royal family at all, but the seraph of the Spirit Hall!"

"This is absolutely true, Caleb did not lie." Ning Fengzhi also stood up, wanting to prove that what Michael said was true.

"Your Highness, I wonder how the prince's training has been over the past ten years? Have you ever used the Swan Martial Spirit to fight?"

Michael added another sentence and stopped talking. They were talking empty words now. It would be useless if Xue Beng didn't believe Hua Hua. They could only try to play a guiding role.

Xue Beng's expression changed several times, and finally he let out a long sigh.

"I believe what you say."

It is true that Xue Beng is afraid of "Xue Qinghe", but hostility does exist. In the absence of clear evidence, he will more or less tend to believe what he wants to believe.

"Why didn't you contact the royal family earlier about this matter?" Xue Beng looked a little complicated.

Michael did not answer, and it was Ning Fengzhi who spoke: "Your Highness Xue Beng, if there is no definite evidence for this matter, the royal family will definitely not believe it if it is just empty talk."

Xue Beng nodded, and Ning Fengzhi continued: "When Jia Le discovered that the Crown Prince was weird, he was worried that she might be alert. We contacted the royal family rashly and might alert the snake, so we made a plan to expose her disguise to Emperor Xue Ye. "

When the Emperor Xue Ye was mentioned, Xue Beng's eyes flashed with fierceness again: "Why did my father die? Why were you all unscathed?!"

Michael sighed and took over the conversation: "The fake prince was protected by a titled Douluo. We took advantage of his unpreparedness and suddenly attacked to reveal his disguise. But the titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace is extremely good at assassinations and sneak attacks. Ghost Douluo."

"The ghost's sneak attacks are hard to guard against. Old Bones and I had already launched a killing move on him at that time, but he had no scruples at all and launched the ninth soul skill against Emperor Xue Ye with all his strength."

Chen Xin actually took the initiative to explain, and now he felt a little guilty about it. The death of Emperor Xue Ye could be said to be a flaw in the plan, but it was understandable to blame it on his dereliction of duty.

Xue Beng was filled with grief and anger.

Rationally speaking, he knew that Emperor Xue Ye's death should be blamed on Wuhundian, and his three brothers also died because of this.

But emotionally, the people in front of him were all to blame for his father's death, and it was hard for him to swallow this breath.

Wuhundian is not a soft persimmon. It has been forced into the gap between the two empires of Tiandou, Star and Luo. It has survived for so many years and cannot be underestimated. At this thought, Xue Beng smiled bitterly.

"Lord Qin Ming." He took a deep breath to calm down and said calmly, "You failed to protect yourself this time. The empire has decided to strip you of the title of Imperial Battle Team and expel you from Tiandou Royal Academy. Do you know your guilt?"

Forget it, these people will help in the future, so let’s end this matter.

Qin Ming didn’t understand what Xue Beng meant, but Ning Fengzhi knew it clearly and spoke before Qin Ming: “The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is also at fault in this matter. The losses caused by the battle in the palace will be made up for by our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. "

It would be great if Emperor Xue Ye's death could be revealed just like this.

Although Michael acted very calm, he was still a little nervous. Seeing that the matter was over, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Highness, how do you plan to handle this matter?"

"This revenge must be avenged!" At the mention of Wuhun Palace, Xue Beng's anger that had just been suppressed ignited again, and his blood surged.

Michael sighed softly and shook his head: "Your Highness, Wuhun Palace is powerful. In addition to its apparent strength, Wuhun Palace also has a force called the 'Enshrinement Palace'. The strongest person among them may already have Ninety-nine level soul power.”

This matter cannot be hidden and must be taken into consideration.

A level ninety-nine Extreme Douluo can face four titled Douluo below level ninety-five alone, making him the most powerful person on the continent. The other titled Douluo in the Enshrinement Hall also have at least level 95 soul power. The strength of the Tiandou Empire's royal family alone is tantamount to throwing an egg against a stone.

Xue Beng's expression tightened when he heard the news. He did not ask the source of the news, but asked anxiously: "Then what are you going to do?"

what to do? Of course I hid it! If you can't hide it, find help!

"Your Highness, we can..."

……

Wuhun City, Elder Hall.

In the center, a tall and burly figure stood quietly in front of an angel statue. This statue seemed to be made of gold, and its whole body was covered with golden light.

Three pairs of golden wings spread out behind the statue, holding a golden sword in its hand, which was inserted into the ground. The body of the statue is engraved with ornate armor.

The figure in front of the statue has his head lowered and his expression is pious. This figure is Qian Daoliu, the Grand Priest of Wuhun Hall, Qian Renxue’s grandfather.

As the holder of the Seraph Martial Spirit, he devoutly believes in the God of Angels and prays every day.

Suddenly, a stream of light fell from the sky and disappeared directly into the angel statue in front of Qian Daoliu, and then a wave of energy came out from it.

"This is?"

Qian Daoliu was stunned for a moment, then showed a sad expression and slammed into the angel statue in front of him. There was no violent collision, but it was like a layer of water waves. After the light flashed, Qiandaoliu disappeared.

Inside the Angel Statue is a complete hexagonal hall, with six golden pillars supporting the top and surrounded by void. In the center of the main hall, there is an angel statue that is exactly the same as the one in the Elder's Hall.

This angel statue should have been gray, but as the light just disappeared, the whole body of the statue was emitting a dazzling golden light. After a moment, the sword in the statue's hand disappeared, and the statue's hands actually moved!

The hands it was holding were spread out, with the palms facing upwards overlapping each other. The golden light all over the body began to converge towards the palm of the hand, forming a golden cocoon of light in the palm of the hand. The cocoon of light seemed to be longing for something, flickering unsteadily.

There was a hint of sadness in Qian Daoliu's eyes, but he also revealed joy inadvertently, but there was no anger.

The inheritance of the God of Angels was destined from birth. Qian Daoliu was judged not to have the qualifications to become a god from birth. However, his granddaughter Qian Renxue was born with level 20 soul power. According to the inheritance records, she was qualified to become a god.

After learning that his granddaughter was expected to become a god, Qian Daoliu accepted the eight red-level exams of the God of Angels inheritance. His soul power was raised to level ninety-nine, and he obtained an identity, that is, the inheritance of the God of Angels. The leader of those who lead the way.

The mission of the leader is to sacrifice oneself when the inheritor accepts the inheritance, and contribute to the inheritance of the inheritor to become a god.

The inheritance of the God of Angels can only be carried out after the strength has increased to a certain level. You can choose to accept the assessment of the God of Angels, or there is a more extreme method, which is Nirvana!

No one wants to die like this, even Qian Daoliu.

Although he has lived long enough, he still hopes to spend more time with his granddaughter. In addition, Qian Renxue was sent to the Tiandou Empire as an undercover agent when he was still young. Qian Renxue's inheritance method is correct. It is a traditional assessment.

Looking at the flickering cocoon of light, Qian Daoliu felt a little relieved. He understood that Nirvana had begun, and what Light Cocoon longed for was his own power. For the sake of Qian Renxue's inheritance, he had no time to hesitate.

"Xiaoxue, grandpa is here to help you." Qian Daoliu's eyes were full of love and hope, "In five years, you can become a god!"

A loud voice came from the Elder Hall: "Tell Bibi Dong that Xiaoxue has returned to the Angel Temple to accept the inheritance. Let her figure out the Tiandou Empire's plan on her own!"

No one knew that from that day on, the great enshrinement in Wuhun Palace disappeared.

Maybe the light cocoon that no longer flickers after absorbing enough energy knows what's going on.

Poor people in the Tiandou Palace are still fighting against the air.