"It's really a turbulent time. We are ready to attack the West. On the other hand, some people want to bring my Chinese army. I will go to Xiangguo Temple tomorrow and invite the Eight Great Vajras. They should have paid back the favors of that year."

With a sigh, Ye Wangchao's voice was quite emotional.

Here, Ye Zhiqiu felt much more at ease when he heard his father's words.

The so-called Eight Great Vajras are the external combat power of Xiangguo Temple, and none of them are extremely powerful.

If they were willing to take action and protect Zhongnanhai, it would not be so easy for the enemy to succeed.

During the past period, Xiangguo Temple was almost demolished by a group of people. It was his father who used some means to protect the thousand-year foundation of Xiangguo Temple.

Therefore, the other party also owed his father a favor.

More than 20 years ago, in order to find Emperor Ye, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, Bu Yigu, considered to have returned a favor.

My father has not let him fulfill the remaining favor over the years, but this time he has to let him fulfill the favor for those in Zhongnanhai.

Although Buddhism does not care about worldly affairs.

However, these eight Vajras are the guardian kings of the Buddhist holy land, specializing in killing.

In their Buddhist terms, it is to eliminate worldly karma.

However, in Ye Zhiqiu's opinion, it is unknown whether this is true. In other words, it feels like using violence to fight violence.

However, no matter what, these eight great Vajras are indeed an extremely powerful combat power. If they really have a blind eye to send them, they will probably be destroyed in minutes as karma.

...

The night was as cool as water. In the second half of the night, it suddenly drizzled in Paris. The air was filled with a humid breath. Through the rain, you could see the lights of the bustling city in the distance.

Through the rain curtain, Emperor Ye also saw the murderous intent that was compensated in the dense forests around the Atlantis manor.

Just like this cold air, it slowly approached the manor from a distance, with a bone-permeable cold.

"It's almost two o'clock."

Miya, who was walking over, whispered softly. Not long ago, Emperor Ye told her the news that someone was going to assassinate Mislo tonight.

This made her nervous, which made her tense again.

Emperor Ye asked her to fall asleep. She tossed and turned but didn't fall asleep. She got up again and brought Ye Huang a black cloak.

"Why don't you sleep? If you have me here, don't worry too much."

Gently rubbed Miya's purple hair like a waterfall, and Ye Huang was filled with love.

"If it were you, can you sleep?"

Looking at Emperor Ye, Miya said with a little anger. "You might as well not tell me, maybe I can sleep."

"It was because I was not fully thoughtful, and the old man woke up."

"I woke up and just drank a bowl of ginseng soup, and now my complexion is much better."

"Well, let the old man be in the house, I will solve it outside."

"Although I am fifty or sixty years old, I am not ready to hand over my life. Since there are people who want to die, I will come here. You kid, you really treat me as a waste."

After a few slight coughs, the old man Mislo's thick and slightly hoarse voice sounded behind him.

Looking back, the old man walked over in a cloak similar to that of Emperor Ye. Compared to a few hours ago, his complexion seemed to be much better now.

"Haha, how dare I underestimate you, my grandfather, but I always feel that you don't need to do anything about this matter, so we young people will settle it."

With a chuckle, Emperor Ye took a few steps forward, touched the old man's wrist and took his pulse.

"Or why you eat that sea soul, it will be more effective than that ginseng soup."

Before this, Emperor Ye had suggested that the old man take Haihun directly, believing that the injuries on his body would recover quickly, but he refused.

"You kid, you don't know that the firewood and rice are expensive. Haihun has obtained a lot in Pompeii, but that thing is for life-saving. I can recover by myself after two days of rest. I can't wait for these two days."

He smiled and knew that Emperor Ye was kind-hearted, but Mislo, as the leader of the big family, understood the hardships of being a patriarch.

Genius Dibao can indeed easily recover all injuries on the body, and even improve his own strength to a certain extent.

However, genius treasures are hard to come by, so how can you use them just by saying that they are used?

"What my father means is that in a while, it will be the day when the Sea God treasure is opened. At that time, these things will be used, and there will be an effect of reversing the situation."

On the side, Mia explained.

She had suggested before that her father refused for the same reason.

"I'm not thinking carefully, but I really don't need you to take action tonight."

Although Emperor Ye despised the killer sent by the Holy Court in his heart, he understood the terribleness of this organization when dealing with him over the years.

In addition, the old man himself is strong, so his strength is not much weaker than the person who assassinated.

Moreover, with so many eyes and ears outside, I know that tonight I and my aunt and others are there, and tonight it will definitely be a tragic battle.

"Come and kill me, I won't take action, let me be a turtle with my head. If it is spread, I, Mislo, will I still be able to do it."

Mislo's eyes revealed a strong sense of confidence, "Even if I am really sick, they thought they could pluck the tiger's hair. Tonight I will let him understand that I, Mislo, can take my life away."

"But old man, your body, what if..."

The old man's health has not fully recovered. If he is seriously injured again, it will be really not worth the loss.

"Boy, don't worry about it. I know my own body. Wait for them to come."

"By the way, are they still entering into meditation?"

"Well, I went to take a look just now. According to this situation, they may have to enter into meditation for two or three days."

Nodded. Just now, Emperor Ye went to see his aunt and Qinglong. It seemed that the teachings given to them by the old seniors played a great role. At this moment, both of them had entered a deep meditation, and even the protective energy in their bodies was restrained and they were practicing with all their strength.

This situation has never happened to the two of them before.

With the vigilance of the two, it is impossible to release the protective energy while practicing.

The only thing that is strong is that they all reach the point of breakthrough, and they need to use their entire body's energy to break through the shackles.

"It seems that the words of the old seniors are really useful to them. Well, let them practice well. When the treasure of the Sea God is opened, they will play a greater role."

Taking a deep breath, Mislo exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked at the rain outside.

"The Rain War, how many years have you not really fought with the people? I have some hope, Mia."

"Father."

"Wake all servants and let them hide in the basement, I don't want the irrelevant people to be hurt."

"yes."

Miya agreed and turned around to prepare for the arrangement.

However, at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the woods in the distance, which directly stopped her.

Looking back, Emperor Ye and his father's expressions became solemn in an instant.

"What are you doing while standing there? Go quickly."

He shouted at his daughter, Mislo and Ye Huang looked at each other, rushed out of the hall and penetrated into the rain.

By the time they went out, there were already shadows on the wall of the manor in the distance, and Stephen led the Farcesey, and Ksel and the others were already strangling them.

There were many corpses lying on the ground.

"Not a person from the Holy Court."

Emperor Ye leaned over and looked at the corpse on the ground and judged.

"It's the Holy Court."

"yes."

The old man's words surprised Emperor Ye a little.

"In the entire West, except for the three major organizations, any organization may be the minions of the Holy Court, and these are just cannon fodder."

"If you don't say so much, just kill first."

With a cold snorting, the old man took out the sea god trident and rushed towards the crowd.

Emperor Ye hurriedly followed, and the cold front flew in his hand, and three consecutive sounds of puff, wiping the three killers who had just flew over the wall directly.

Looking at the other side, the trident in the old man's hand also flew, killing four or five people in just a few seconds.

He is actually much more efficient.

"The old man doesn't accept his old age."

Emperor Ye sighed in his heart, and was full of passion and rushed into the crowd unwilling to fall behind.

"Brother, they are all miscellaneous fish. Why did you and the old man come out? Let's solve it."

While killing, Stephen said with a joking smell.

"Kill it first, this is just the first batch of people who are cannon fodder. I guess you can't get involved in the back."

With a snort, Emperor Ye quickly reminded Stephen about his relaxed vigilance.
To be continued...