What Emperor Yingping wanted was the entire Rong Kingdom, not an empty shell.

How did Emperor Rong do it? He actually bewitched all the people.

Now it is the end of Emperor Rong. If he really dares to attack Rong Chao, he may be able to fight to the death and bury his Majesty for his death.

As the saying goes, the soldiers will win. He, Da Zhao, wanted to be promoted to the dynasty and could not make unnecessary sacrifices at this time.

Forget it, let them stay alive for a while.

When this momentum is over and the new emperor ascends the throne, he will settle the accounts together.

In the imperial capital, all the civil and military officials were kneeling on the ground.

They looked up at the emperor with a strong sword on the dragon throne, all of whom showed sad faces and their eyes were full of reluctance.

Those who can kneel here are those who have been with emperors, kings and ministers for more than thousands of years.

They worked hard to manage their great causes, devoted their lives and ambitions to the emperor, and were inseparable.

But now, the emperors who carried all of them were about to die, which made it difficult for them to accept.

The emperor seemed extremely tired, and his eyes, like sparse stars in winter, were dim and dull.

He spoke gently, and his cold voice was as usual: "After I die, the princess will succeed you."

"No." Everyone knocked deeply.

"The third son of the Grand Marshal was appointed as the Marquis of Zhenwu and will choose a date to marry the Princess of the Emperor." The emperor paused word by word, "My decree shall be based on the Princess of the Emperor."

"I am going to be the commander." The ministers crawled on the ground, heartbroken.

The emperor did not look at them. He stood up with his sword tightly, his eyes seemed to look at the country he governed through the heavy obstacles, and the people who treated him sincerely.

"In the end, what I am most worried about is to treat my people sincerely." Warm and simple smiles flashed in the emperor's cold star-like eyes.

He responded tentatively to his people, raised his lips inexperiencedly, and showed a smile that seemed stiff because he rarely smiled. The curve was learned from Yan Xian, which seemed warm and comfortable, and worthy of the treasures of all the people in Rongguo.

With a loud "boom", the pillar of heaven collapsed!

The emperor finally closed his eyes that always exuded arrogance and nobleness. He stood in front of the dragon throne, and even if he died, he could not make him bow.

In the end, on the ninth level that was high and cold and lonely, the only thing the emperor held in his hand was his sword that never left his body.

Since he was seriously injured, the people of Rongguo have supported him to the present.

Until his death, the people of Rong were still worried about.

His swordsmanship is the basis of humanity. He said he is a sword cultivator, so the entire Rong Kingdom is his sword.

The lucky golden dragon wailed miserably, as if he was reluctant to leave, as if he was sad.

The karma created by the emperor over the years has been inflicted on the killing disaster, but now he has died, so he has responded to the disaster with his body.

Under the devour of the endless karma, even the only true spirit is about to be unable to be preserved.

If the true spirit dissipates, there will be no chance of reincarnation. It can be said that both body and spirit have been destroyed.

At this moment, in the sea of ​​luck, the thousand-foot golden dragon, which was wailing continuously, slowly raised its dragon's head, and the extremely deep dragon roar was filled with pain.

The golden dragon whined and swung its tail and swept across the dark and cold karma of killing.

When the dragon's tail approaches those karma, it bursts with golden light.

The luck on the golden dragon's body passed quickly, offsetting the karma with each other, and finally, the emperor's true spirit was preserved in the midst of thousands of difficulties.

The golden dragon swallowed the true spirit in one mouthful, and a faint sadness appeared in his agile eyes, and his domineering body gathered and dispersed.

It plunged into the sea of ​​Qiyun. After it rolled and roared, the disappeared luck was replenished.

Every scale of the golden dragon's body exuded endless domineering and coldness, which was very incompatible with the sarcastic cry, but the entire Rong Dynasty felt the heart-wrenching sadness.

Dong...

Dong...

Dong...

The sound of the death knell of the Taimiao spreads every inch of land in the northern continent.

The saint fell, and the bells of death ringed ten times.

The Assassin falls, and the bell of death rings.

The emperor fell, and the death bell rang seven times.

The death knell rang, and the dull sound spreading in all directions with the dynasty as the center.

Everyone who knew shouldn't have known it realized that the emperor in the sword, who was so beautiful and stunning, was buried forever.

The entire Rong Kingdom is full of silences.

The cold wind is cold and the heavy snow is falling, as if the heaven is also mourning.

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the empress accidentally threw her beloved chessboard and stopped for three days.

In Bei Zhao, Fu Yuhuang, who was rushing to the road, landed on the ground.

She looked at Gan Jing from afar and murmured: "The person I want to invite to drink the most will never be invited."

She drew out the long sword and danced the Emperor's sword over and over again on the spot.

Each move is sharp and powerful, beautiful and scattered.

The sword fell, and the ground was covered with cold frost.

She picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine, laughing and said, "Forget the worries and forget the worries, it's such a joke."

She shook her sleeves and left, and her energy hit the sword, which immediately flew into the air.

Fu Yuhuang turned over and stood on the long sword, heading towards the extreme north like lightning.

In Bin County, countless people cry and howling sounded in their ears.

"Doctor Rong, are you sad?" Mr. Wu's voice brought Rong Xian to his senses.

After the soul deep in consciousness disappears, all consciousnesses return to the body.

Rong Xian quickly pulled out the silver needle with both hands, and the corner of her mouth bent slightly: "Why did the old man ask like this?"

Mr. Wu felt that the secret wounds that had been tossing him for a hundred years were quickly healed by a big hand, and the dry meridians and lungs seemed to flow into the vibrant spring water, and they were completely reborn.

Mr. Wu was very happy. He had never been as happy as he is now. He had gone through all the troubles and was relaxed.

He blinked mischievously like a naughty boy and said, "Your expression is particularly sad, you must be very sad."

He pointed to the crying people around him and said, "They are all crying, you are not crying, but you are also sad."

"Is it so obvious?" Rong Xian's smile closed, and a feeling of sorrow and powerlessness surged into her heart. Her eyes, which seemed to be a sweet spring, were covered with mist, and it was shallow, like the mist gauze under the drizzle in the water town.

"Teacher?" Rong Yu, who was holding a fan and boiling medicine for the patient, looked at Rong Xian worriedly.

Rong Xian lowered her eyes, but the dull aura on her body was very obvious.

Rong Xian slowly put the silver needle back into the medicine box, with a natural melancholy between her eyebrows, and a faint tone: "The person who is very important to me is gone, and no matter how good my medical skills are, I can't save him."

Her eyebrows were picturesque, her phoenix eyes were as clear as waves, and her eyes seemed to carry the cleanest and most beautiful scenery in the world, but the beautiful scenery was drizzling at this time, adding a bit of misty sadness: "I will never see him again."

She sighed: "Humanity is a vicissitudes, and those who want to stay cannot be kept, and those who want to leave dare not leave."

No self is the one who wants to leave but dares to leave. He is afraid that he will not see his cousin Jing even if he dies. He can only hold his memories and sink day by day.

Rong Yu felt a lot of regret when he listened to her words. He had never met the sword emperor who had been legendary in the Little Thousand Realm for thousands of years, the stunning and powerful emperor in the Zhongqian Realm. He had never met the man's peerless beauty, but in a blink of an eye, he had become a farewell forever.
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