Red Heart Survey

Xin'an City stood silently in the sun, and Du Ruhui flew out quickly.

The guards guarding the city looked up at the back of the sky with reverent eyes. The Prime Minister of the State is Zhuang State's Dinghaishenzhen. Just seeing his figure at any time can make people feel at ease.

Even if the upright Deputy Prime Minister Dong Ah died in battle, even if the Zhuang people were proud of him and wished Weiwo treason. As long as the Prime Minister is still there, Zhuang Guo will never fall!

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the familiar scenery of Zhuangjing passes by vividly.

In order not to miss any clues, Du Ruhui didn't use the supernatural power of So Far Away, but relied on some kind of weak induction in the dark to fly all the way and search all the way.

The Sky Breath Method is a tracking secret method that he mastered in his early years. There is only one heavenly breath, three earthly breaths, and infinite human breath.

Respond to human breath with the breath of heaven, and capture the answer in the dark.

Because it is only a relationship of fragments, it is not accurate enough, and it can only be established under a certain strength gap.

Judging from the traces at the scene, the murderer who killed Dong A was just brothers to Dong A. Being able to kill Dong A was more due to restraint.

Du Ruhui was sure that the Heaven's Breath Method could be established, and indeed captured a ray of breath on Dong A's body, and used it to hunt down the murderer.

It's just that the breath is weak, the induction is extremely shallow, and it's intermittent.

But he was prepared to spend a lot of time.

His time is very precious, but he thinks it is worth it to use it on this matter.

Flying all the way, looking like a falcon, patrolling the mountains and rivers in the village, not letting go of any suspicious corners.

Tracking down the murderer is not what he should do in his capacity. Seriously speaking, this is a light use of a national weapon. But this matter, he can't rest assured to anyone.

Zhuangguo ushered in an unprecedented victory, but at the same time, his talents also encountered a huge gap.

Dong A, who was expected to be the next prime minister, died in battle, and Zhu Weiwo, who had high hopes, treasoned the country.

Originally, Duan Li's abolishment and He Badao's death in battle were trade-offs made for the victory of the national war, and it cannot be simply said whether it was worth it or not. Now it seems that it has become an unbearable weight.

The two of them are the only strong men in Zhuang Kingdom who have the hope of hitting God's Realm in the near future.

Who can fill this huge gap in talent? Who is more hopeful to climb high and look far? Who is more worthy of being cultivated?

Both the Baiyu Army and Jiujiang Xuanjia need new generals...

Many people are eyeing the position of Deputy Prime Minister, but few are capable enough...

I wish Weiwo, after my treason, who else can bring out the previously planned meeting of the Yellow River...

All kinds of things make people feel overwhelmed.

As Zhuang Guoguoxiang. He needs to worry about Zhuangguo's affairs, big and small, even if he cannot let go of certain emotions at this time.

Ye Lingxiao said that he could not be himself.

He couldn't deny it.

He didn't even have time to be sad.

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...

Nameless hill.

Jiang Wang has fainted here for a long time, always curled up like a baby, unconscious.

The black mist became thicker and thicker, enveloping him like a black cocoon.

Desperate, closed, trapped.

But in the black cocoon, there is still a glimmer of light...

Those are three shaky lights that never go out.

In the empty and silent hill, there was faint laughter.

But that laughter was occasionally interrupted by the sound of swords.

Sauvignon Blanc, which was tightly held in the hand, would let out a trembling sound from time to time, as if fighting against the wild laughter. The sword master is still in a coma, and Jianming is certainly no match.

But whenever the sound of the sword was about to be suppressed, there would be a Sanskrit singing.

Listen carefully, the mantra is singing——

hum! Ah! mum! provoke! Hum! Ga! just! Lo!

This is the eight-character mantra of the great fearlessness of all Buddhas, also known as the eight-character mantra of Manjusri.

This mantra has an extraordinary origin, and it can manifest wisdom and calm troubles.

According to Buddhist legends, Manjushri Bodhisattva is the attendant on the left side of Sakyamuni Buddha, representing Buddha's wisdom.

This eight-character mantra rotates endlessly, helping the sound of swords to compete with the sound of wild laughter.

Jiang Wang's eyes were closed tightly, and his frozen expression was extremely painful. But his lips were moving, and he made a flat and indifferent voice: "Old bald donkey, delay my important matter... I will kill you sooner or later, and destroy you all."

The content of the speech is extremely cruel, but the black mist controlled is extremely patient. Like a spider weaving a web, weaving black cocoons bit by bit. Slowly but surely erodes the host.

The darker the black, the deeper the darkness. Congeal undercurrents in daylight.

The three gleams of light within the black cocoon became increasingly faint.

But at the next moment, as if feeling some kind of change, the black mist violently rolled several times like unwillingness, but still failed to completely annihilate the glimmer of light, so it stopped surging.

"Damn it."

'Jiang Wang' with his eyes closed, said suddenly.

The black mist calmed down, as if it had spirituality, it all "drilled" into the body.

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...

"Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang!"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

A voice is calling.

Very familiar... very eager?

The sound seemed to come out slowly from the deepest part of the water.

So the "sea" began to shake slightly, and the "waves" rotated freely.

Everything in the world seems to have a voice, and the fresh feeling returns to my heart.

Jiang Wang slowly recovered from the chaotic state, still in a daze. It seems that there are many important things piling up in my heart, but I can't think of anything.

My inner demon...Dong A is dead...Is Jiang Yan fainted or wiped out...Xin'an City...Zhuang Gaoxian...Calm down, calm down Jiang Wang! ...What's wrong, what's wrong with me...no, something's wrong...

All sorts of thoughts piled up in a mess, blowing up from here to there.

My brain was buzzing.

The headache felt like it was about to split open, like countless knives cutting through it, like chisels digging into the head. The body also has a very uncoordinated stiffness, every joint seems to be very dry... Until now, he has not yet established a connection with his sword.

Yes, my sword. he thought.

It was a sword that cut iron like mud.

The name of the sword is Sauvignon Blanc, and the process of its birth forged his love and hatred.

The front is hidden in the sheath of dragon and wood, and the seeds of supernatural power are used to warm and nourish.

For a long time, there was no one in front of him or behind him, only the sword in his hand.

All along, it is one person, one sword, walking alone.

When you meet a mountain, you create a mountain, when you meet a river, you break the river.

Not long ago, Sauvignon Blanc had already been cut, the person who has been "lovesick" for a long time.

"Yes...my sword."

He murmured. It seems to have found some kind of light and got some kind of clue.

The humane sword intent began to condense.

All this complicated and painful matter, before he had time to cut a small path, he heard Jiang Yan's voice.

"It's too late, quickly put on the invisible clothes, and use the method Yin Guan left behind!" Jiang Yan shouted.

Jiang Wang didn't think too much, because an instinctive fear of life had already welled up in his heart, and a strong sense of crisis exploded in his mind.

He and Jiang Yan shared this body, and also shared the crisis of life and death.

Jiang Wang sat up abruptly!

He regained control of his body in an instant, and almost subconsciously took out the hidden clothes and put them on again, triggering the means left by Yin Guan, and remained motionless.

And at the next moment, a fast-flying figure roared past from here.

With black hair and shawl, the momentum is astonishing. His eyes swept over the hill without stopping.

Jiang Wang didn't speak.

When he saw the black-haired figure, he was fully awake. A drop of cold sweat dripped from the temples!

If Du Ruhui were to see him at this moment, there would be no chance of him surviving.