In front of the stone steps of His Royal Highness Jiao Lan.
Zhu Youzheng looked around.
The Jiaolan Hall is still the Jiaolan Hall. The palace stands towering and magnificent, and it is like a fairyland; the blue sky reflects the clouds, the sun is sprinkled on the tiles, the golden is brilliant, the glazed tiles are shining with bright light.
The layered palaces are such as the mountains and the beams and paintings, and the gardens are beautiful;
In this palace, there is a solemn breath in front of the Jiaolan Hall, which shows the dignity and glory of the empire. Standing here, Zhu Youzheng only feels that the air is a bit sweet, and his height is higher.
At this moment, he has been trapped in the siege of Xuanming and the masters.
A crowd of black armor noodles, holding a machete, and a bad person wearing a black robe, like a ghost ghost, surrounded by overwhelmingly. There are many people, and the black one is like the devil in hell gathers, making people shudder.
The scimitar in my hand is flashing with cold light, making people dare not approach, as if it will be cut into pieces in one step.
Meng Po's hand was in front of a crowd of bad body. In front of Zhu Youzheng, Zhang Zifan, Zhang Xuanling.
Looking at the dragon -shaped stone carving in the distance, it is Li Xingyun.
If he was still in his heyday, he may not escape today, but he has been hit by Li Xingyun and Zhang Xuanling. At this moment, if Meng Po is still standing on his side, as long as he kills the palace and meets with the imperial city defenders, he can still be able to still be able to meet the imperial city defenders.
Calmly rebelled, but Meng Po rebelled.
At this moment, he was seriously injured, the qi pulse was damaged, and he was above a great skill. A skill at the peak of the world, even several other masters, or even a crowd of bad people besieged.
It seems that today he is destined to die.
However, for this world, he still has the last backhand.
Zhu Youzheng's short body turned around, looking around for four weeks, with a two -corner, a ironic smile on the head of the purple skin.
"Zhu Youzheng." At this moment, Li Xingyun, who was holding a ring with a ring head, stood on the dragon -shaped stone carving, looked at Zhu Youzheng, and said.
"Are you afraid of darkness?" Li Xingyun looked at a black, purple skin, and Zhu Youzheng, who was born with two horns.
Deep, the wind is about to rise with the clouds, and the long hair that has grown over his head.
At the same time, Dao Dao's golden thunder rolled from Li Xingyun's arms, and was transmitted to the ring knife on Li Xingyun's hand.
With its strength to urge the 'Five Lei Tianxin Jue' with a large sky, at this moment, the sky that was originally shining and highlights suddenly became cloudy, and the thunderous rolling.
The dark clouds on the sky are densely covered, as if a huge black net covers on it, shrouded in the whole sky. Suddenly.
Lightning began to pass through the sky, just like a silver sword, screamed in the darkness. Following it was a thunder roar that shocked the sky, as if the whole world was trembling.
The deafening sound made people hold their breath involuntarily, as if the coming of heavenly punishment. All of them are frightening, as if facing the most mysterious and powerful power of nature, it is extremely small.
Li Xingyun raised his hand and took the thunder to the sky with his thunder. He came from all directions from all directions, and gathered a vortex from the top of Jiaolan Temple.
Introduce Li Xingyun in the palm for Li Xingyun.
That is, at this moment, the darkness shrouded this world.
I do n’t see the sun and the moon, and I do n’t see Nebula.
"Slow!" Zhu Youzheng looked at the dragon -shaped stone carving, Li Xingyun, who was solemn, said.
He decided that he had to use his last power to unblock it for Zhu Youwen.
Thinking of Zhu Youwen, he finally smiled ironically in his heart.
This is his retaliation of this world.
After a while, he would commit suicide, and then control his blood flowing to a certain place with internal force until they dripped on Zhu Wen's body and unblocked him.
The lack of Jiuyou Xuantian's magical power of Zhu Youwen was also recorded by his secret method. After Zhu Youwen was released from prison, he would find it in order to make up for the complete merit.
The prince of the beam, even if he is a son, how can he live with the former dynasty?
Thinking of the power of Jiuyou Xuan Tian Divine Gong, and the talent of Zhu Youwen, and even the yin poison of Jiuyou Xuan Tian Divine, Zhu Youzheng felt that he could see the future.
This is his revenge on Li Xingyun, his revenge on this world, and his revenge on Zhu Wen, Zhu Youwen.
"He is the emperor of the beam, always!" Zhu Youzheng opened his purple arms, aged the sky, and yelled at Cangtian.
"The emperor has the death of the emperor, and the emperor has the dignity of the emperor. You have a pondering conspiracy in the shadow.
? "Zhu You's finger clicks together, pointing at Li Xingyun, who pointed at the dragon -shaped stone carving, scolded.
Li Xingyun looked at him calmly, did not speak or refute.
Just look at this familiar and strange everything.
"Li Xingyun, you are too fast, the picture is too much, the talent is too high, and the mind is overweight. For the purpose, you must kill the slaughter, plus one kill ...
These things have taken the opportunity, and your life will not last long.
You will die sooner or later, I am waiting for you in Cao Difu, Yin Cao Di Fu! "Zhu Youzheng subsequently tied his heart with Li Xingyun's hand just now.
Suddenly, the blood flow was like notes, and Zhu Youzheng's short body fell weakly. With the purple skin, the two corners above the head, the eyes were dark, the figure like a evil ghost fell down, and the entire Jiaolan Hall broke out of the entire Jiaolan Hall.
Long live a long -lived voice of the mountains.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
In the cheers of the mountain tsunami, the clouds and thunders in the sky slowly dissipated because Li Xingyun accepted. No one noticed that Zhu Youzheng smiled at the end.
He died with a smile.
No one noticed that the blood flowing from Zhu Youzheng's body was flowing in a certain direction from a weird angle.
Except ... Li Xingyun.
"Master Meng Po." Li Xingyun's figure flashed, and he came to Zhu Youzheng's body instantly to look at Meng Po Dao in front of Xuanming.
"The old body dare not be a man, please ask His Royal Highness." Meng Po had a handle of Pan Dragon's stick, bowed his head for Li Xingyun, and said respectfully.
This is the variable that the handsome has waited for decades, the last hope of Datang.
"Accept the corpse for Emperor Ding."
Seeking to read, find tickets.
These chapters are procrastinating, because it is going to be put on the shelves, it should be left after the shelves.