Chapter 663 Sovereign Lin

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In Chang'an, those red-robed officials who were wholeheartedly studying the Dao of the Ancient Sages had long since disappeared, and the White-armored Manor Army had also disappeared into thin air.

In the Tiance Prefecture, there was only a gloomy aura and darkness that could not be illuminated by sunlight. It was as if other than those floors, this mansion was no longer the same as before. Even the plaque that had been hanging on this mansion for hundreds of years had been changed. At this moment, its new name was called the Saint King's Mansion.

This mansion was built to create something for Da Chu that surpassed the Saint Marquis, the Saint King.

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough!"

At this moment, bursts of violent coughing could be heard from the mansion, echoing outside the Heavenly Policy Mansion for a long time.

A figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Saint King's Mansion. The guards on both sides of the mansion subconsciously stretched out their sabers and swords, wanting to shout back the person who had suddenly arrived. However, the next moment, when they saw the appearance of the person, the expressions of the two guards changed. They hurriedly withdrew their sabers and swords and knelt down in fear.

"Hall Master is back?" But before they could kneel down completely, a cold female voice came out of the man's mouth.

The two soldiers were stunned when they heard this. They subconsciously looked up, but when their gazes touched the man's purple pupils, their bodies trembled again. They quickly lowered their heads and said in horror, "Your Majesty, Palace Master came back yesterday. However, this trip of the Palace Master doesn't seem to be much. I'm afraid that His Majesty is worried, so I'll let the younger ones hide this matter. Your Majesty, please make amends for it."

"What is the crime of acting under orders?" That person said indifferently, and then he took another step forward. Seeing that, the two of them did not dare to stop him at all, so they quickly retreated and allowed that person to step into it.

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"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough!"

After entering the Saint King's Mansion, although they did not bring any servants along, everyone who saw Ghost Subhuti would kneel down in time and shout Long live. The sound of coughing echoed throughout the manor.

As the crowd knelt, Guang Lingui finally arrived at the main building of Yuantian Ce Manor before the source of the cough.

A skinny cultivator and Wilde, who were nine feet tall, stood on both sides of the door. When they saw Ghost Subhuti, they wanted to kneel down at the same time, but Ghost Subhuti reached out and stopped them. "Alright, you guys have worked hard too. Go back and rest. Leave this to me."

Ghost Subhuti's words caused the two of them to hesitate, but under Ghost Subhuti's unquestionable gaze, the two of them could only slightly nod their heads and then retreat.

Only then did Ghost Subhuti push open the door.

Nuo Da's room was still furnished by the Headmaster back then, and neither Xu Han nor Mr. Lu, nor the current owner of the coughing sound, had changed this point.

Seeing the door open, the sick monk sat up. His face was pale, but he managed to squeeze out a smile. He looked at Gui Puti and said, "You're here."

As he spoke, the monk seemed to want to get out of bed and salute Ghost Subhuti.

However, when Gui Puti saw this, he hurriedly stretched out his hand. A purple energy was able to gush out of her hand, preventing the monk from moving.

The monk struggled slightly but failed. In the end, he compromised and sat back down.

Ghost Subhuti walked over to the monk. She stood there and looked at the monk up and down. After a long time, she opened her mouth and said the first thing that came to this place, "You are about to die."

Her voice calmly stated such an indisputable fact. It was as if the sun would rise in the east and set in the west. It was as if autumn would come after spring had gone.

Tyrant would not doubt such a conclusion, because he was also well aware of such a fact. He struggled to squeeze out a smile on his face and said, "There is a reason in this world, there is a result. It is not surprising that all spirits have life and death."

"So you don't think I have to be reluctant to part with it, do you?" Gui Puti asked. His purple eyes were like ancient wells, calm and undisturbed.

"Since life and death are destined, there is naturally no need for reluctance or sadness." After the monk finished saying those words, he seemed to have thought of something, so he said, "But don't worry, although there has been an accident this time and we haven't seized the Vicious Sword, Montenegro has already found a method. Even without the Vicious Sword, we still have a way to defeat the Demon Lord. I will definitely do this last thing for you."

When Gui Puti heard this, she did not deny it. She stretched out her hand and stroked the ornament on her chest without revealing any traces. It was a delicate inch sword. Then, she said, "Since everything has a cause, there is a result. If there is life, there is death, then why would a dead dragon crawl out of the grave?"

Ghost Subhuti's seemingly inadvertent words were like a sharp sword piercing into the monk's chest.

The monk's pupils suddenly dilated, and bloodlines covered his eyes. Even his pale face turned flushed red in that instant.

Countless ferocious faces appeared behind him. They used sharp voices to shout with the monk, "This is different! This is what they owe her!!"

Along with the roars of countless voices, a terrifying aura surged towards Ghost Subhuti like a tidal wave.

Her clothes fluttered and her long hair rose, but her body remained motionless. The purple light in her eyes was still like a pool of stagnant water, unmoved.

She stared at the monk until the evil spirits behind him dispersed and his expression returned to normal. Then she asked, "He came into contact with the truth of the matter. The seal you placed on his body is weakening. This is the root of your near-death situation?"

The monk gradually calmed down. He nodded, "It's as if you can never lift yourself. Similarly, you can't kill yourself. Nobody can change that."

Of course, Gui Puti knew very well that the monk's so-called immortality was not true immortality, but that once he killed that person, he would also die, and his current situation would not bring about any change.

"Take good care of your injuries. I'll take care of the affairs of the Great Abyss Mountain myself. Don't worry, there won't be any problems this time." Gui Puti held the inch sword in front of her chest. Her hand seemed to tremble slightly.

"No need, I've already reached this point. Let me finish the last bit of the road myself." The monk shook his head and said. Although his aura was still weak, his eyes began to shine at the end of his sentence.

At that time, Gui Puti stretched out his hand and pressed it on the monk's chest. At that time, a purple demonic energy rushed into the monk's body. Then, she said, "No, your path has only just begun … I order you, in the name of the sixteenth emperor of Da Chu, not to die!"

Ghost Subhuti's gaze turned cold. She said word by word, "I will find a way to let you live. This is what I, Da Chu, owe you."

At this point, Gui Puti's hand that was holding the inch sword suddenly pulled, and at that moment, the inch sword was pulled off by her.

She clenched her hand tightly, and the inch sword turned into powder at that moment.

Afterwards, she took a deep look at the monk before decisively turning around and walking away.

The monk lying on the sickbed in the room looked at the powder on the ground and his eyes changed.

He knew that it was the broken powder of the Inch Sword and the corpse of the ghost Subhuti from the past...

It was the death of a girl and the arrival of a king!