Seeing that Zhang Ziling was a little weird, several guards couldn't help but feel alert and clenched the weapons in their hands.

"Hey! What are you talking about? Who are you?" A guard asked Zhang Ziling again, his tone becoming much more severe.

Zhang Ziling looked at the guards in front of him and found that these gatekeepers were only in the Qi Gathering Realm, and they were completely inequality monks, and they could not be from the Wen family of the ancient royal family of the Tianqing Kingdom.

“Born.”

Zhang Ziling whispered, ignoring the guards at the palace gate, he walked straight into the depths of the palace.

That is Zhang Ziling’s goal.

"Stop!" Seeing that Zhang Ziling ignored him, several guards were immediately angry and suddenly pulled out their long sword and pointed it at Zhang Ziling and shouted.

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

Those who are good at the palace will 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 and drew out their long swords and snatched at Zhang Ziling.

However, before the guards met Zhang Ziling, they burst into blood mist in the air, and blood stained the palace gate.

The palace gate suddenly became quiet.

"The city never sleeps, never sleeps, the redness of the wedding banquet... is very suitable for the blood." Zhang Ziling looked at the brightly lit palace in front of him, his mouth slightly raised, and continued to walk deep into the palace.

Soon, the imperial guards patrolling the palace found blood at the entrance of the palace and quickly raised the alarm.

The imperial guards were alarmed and took people to the palace gate to intercept Zhang Ziling.

On the day of the third prince’s wedding, no one is allowed to make trouble!

The troops around the palace gathered, and at the banquet deep in the palace, many big figures did not realize that the danger was slowly approaching themselves.

With the wine and the food, the place is still full of singing and dancing.

At this time, everyone's attention was all about the young man wearing a red jacket.

The third prince of the ancient country of Tianqing, the groom of tonight, Wen Zhao!

Wen Zhao's facial features are quite correct, with freckles, blurred eyes, and alcohol all over his body, and he was obviously drunk.

There were all kinds of big men around him. Not to mention what they were thinking, but now every one of them had a smile on their faces.

"Congratulations to the third prince and congratulations to the third prince! It would be a great blessing to marry the Sixteenth Princess of the Golden Dragon Clan!"

"The marriage between the ancient country and the Golden Dragon Clan is really a great thing for everyone to celebrate together!"

"The third prince is really a talented person. He is a talented man and a sixteenth princess, and he is a perfect match!"

A group of big men patted the third prince with a flattery.

The saint of Tianqing Ancient Kingdom, Wen Changqing, had nine sons, but only the third prince had some potential. The other eight were either ignorant playboys, or they were inferior to the third prince, and their power was slapped by the third prince.

More importantly, other princes have far less talent than the third prince’s cultivation.

Now the third prince has married the sixteenth princess of the Golden Dragon clan. When Wen abdicates forever, the third prince must be the throne.

They curry favor with the third prince is the emperor of the future Tianqing Ancient Kingdom.

The third prince was now completely obsessed with the flattery of everyone, laughing loudly, quite proud.

In the third prince's wedding room, a woman sat quietly on the head of the bed with a red veil, while an old man looked at the woman with a gloomy face.

That woman was the sixteenth princess of the Golden Dragon Clan, Jin Ying.

And the old man was the seventh elder of the Jin Jiao clan, Jin Changxing.

"Ying'er, that guy Wen Zhao is drunk. After he enters the bridal chamber, you must try your best to get the whereabouts of Di Danxin." Jin Changxing whispered to Jin Ying, his tone was stern.

"The old guy Wen Changqing from the ancient Tianqing Kingdom is unfathomable. Remember to hide when doing things."

"Yes." Jin Ying nodded slightly.

"Then I have to go back so that the Sixth Elder will not be able to handle it alone."

"Don't worry, elder, Ying'er will do everything."

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

After giving instructions again, Jin Changxing didn't dare to stay for too long, and turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared into the room.

With the status of the Golden Dragon Clan, it is actually impossible for them to marry the Ancient Kingdom of Tianqing. If Jin Ying had not found out that the third prince of Tianqing Ancient Kingdom had the Emperor Danxin in his hand and was preparing to use the Emperor Danxin as Wen Changqing's birthday gift, Jin Ying and the others would have to come up with this bad plan.

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

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

Deep in the palace, the big figures have different thoughts and are passionate on the surface, but they are thinking about their own plans in their hearts.

But in general, there is a lively scene deep in the palace.

But, outside the palace, there was already a smell of blood, and broken corpses were everywhere.

Zhang Ziling slowly advanced alone, with the three thousand imperial guards in front holding long swords and trembling as Zhang Ziling, who was surrounded by black air.

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 imperial guards would take a step back.

Today, the third prince was married, and the imperial guards did not dare to destroy the third prince's wedding banquet just because they forced themselves into the palace alone.

Everyone knows what this marriage means to the ancient Tianqing Kingdom.

However, when the Imperial Guard led a thousand men to block Zhang Ziling, the Imperial Guard was removed by Zhang Ziling within one meeting, and the Imperial Guard was also killed by Zhang Ziling.

As Zhang Ziling started a massacre, all the imperial guards in the palace received news to reinforce. When their imperial guards came, there were 30,000 people, and even the Zhenwu realm cultivators could block them for a long time, but now they were killed by Zhang Ziling to less than 3,000 people...

The Imperial Guard, known for its iron-blooded and powerful force, was now killed by Zhang Ziling.

Can't stop it...

"This, what kind of monster is this?"

Several young imperial guards looked at Zhang Ziling in horror, and their bodies shook slightly.

The commander has already been removed from his head, and they are now forced to stand in front. But in this situation, if anyone dares to stand up and preside over the overall situation, the head will fall into the ground within three seconds.

No one dared to force himself.

The soldiers who went to inform the government now were not taken seriously at all. People in the deep palace did not believe that anyone dared to be in turmoil at this time.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

Finally, under Zhang Ziling's high pressure, some soldiers could not bear the collapse and began to roar loudly.

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

"I'm not going to do it anymore! They are happy inside, we are here to save our lives. What's the reason?"

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

Zhang Ziling, the initiator of all this, did not even look at the imperial guards who were running away in panic around him, and walked towards the depths of the palace without any haste.

"It's really ironic. The singing and dancing inside are as smooth as peace, and blood flows outside... The beautiful scenery!"

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

Like a demon coming!
Chapter completed!