What is morality?

Is it the injustice of the world?

Is it a long song of drawing a sword when the road is uneven?

Is it facing the darkness and facing the sun?

However, there are those who sacrifice their lives for righteousness, and the blood is inexhaustible, and the troubled times are full of fire.

A lonely figure sat hunched over the sea of blood, without a drop of blood in its dry body.

The bones are stacked like peaks, and they are murderous.

"Yang Ye, it's time to finish. Ao Buregret's body, which did not exist at all, raised his head with difficulty, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Qihuang City, raised his right hand and lightly clicked it.

Break.

Seventeen blood dragons instantly drained the sea of blood, dragging their bodies to break through the air and leave, the Gale Army and the Iron Cloth Army were scattered on the seventeen large and small battlefields on six fronts, coldly slaughtering the enemy, and the rarely injured Gale Army and the Iron Cloak Army also did not suffer on the battlefield in the next six days, and the accurate, efficient, and fast killing machines destroyed the spiritual defense line of resistance.

The blood dragon volleyed into the air, differentiated into a line of blood and injected into their bodies, and immediately a desolate dragon roar rose from the battlefield, and the 47,000 Heavenly Expeditionary Halberd burst out at the same time with a vitality and spirit beyond ordinary monks, because the physical strength that continued to be consumed by the fierce battle actually began to fill up in an instant, and the blood on the long pole of the bloody Heavenly Expeditionary Halberd was slippery, and they violently shook the Heavenly Halberd, and the blood was dripping down, and they pounced on the battlefield again in the next moment.

Its momentum is like thunder, its speed is like the wind, its movement is like a fire, and its immobility is like a mountain.

Duolin Emperor Yang Ye clenched the sword in his hand tightly, his knuckles turned white, his muscles burst out, and his face turned pale.

He wasn't blind, and of course he could see the withered figure sitting on the largest Shura field before the decisive battle.

In his opinion, it is no different from a demon.

The hundreds of killers sent out all died tragically at the hands of that person, and even the head of the man was put up at the head of Qihuang City with great interest, and he sat there wantonly absorbing the abundant blood and qi, and his body burned with flames that seemed to not be extinguished, like King Kong does not move, and like King Kong does not break.

In the Duolin Dynasty, except for Liu Xiu and the strange man who was called Cold, there was no one who was his enemy.

He suddenly understood why the shadow said that the Duolin Dynasty was going to be abolished.

Being targeted by him did not end well, but the poor Duolin Dynasty was not because of a grudge against him, nor because the Yin Yang Walker appeared here, but because the Duolin Dynasty was located in the northwest of Luming, the closest to this devouring beast.

Simple and ridiculous reasons, but the beginning of the fall of a dynasty.

"Do you descend, or don't you descend?" The second sentence that this person said made Yang Ye resentful.

Duo Lin Dynasty has been in the dynasty for 79,000 years, how can you give it away in my hands? If you want it, you can take it!

Yang Ye looked at the withered figure with red eyes, and drew his sword: "Duo Lin, fight to the death!"

This roar broke through the dark clouds, and seemed to release the resentment that had been accumulated in his chest for several years, born with Lu Mingduo Lin Zhengfeng for 30,000 years, He Shengshui Flower Demon Yan Tiannan!

Fight to the death!

Fight to the death!

Fight to the death!

If Duo Lin does not lose the hearts of the people, there will be people who will serve the country and die to go forward and succeed him, there will be corpses piled up to guard the country, and there will be karma and God will punish injustice.

"Do you want to let more people die in the Duolin Dynasty? You, the people!" Ao Buregret's outstretched finger did not fall from beginning to end, and he looked at the last outbreak of the Duolin Dynasty with an expressionless face, like a hunter watching a dying beast fight back.

Useless and hopeless.

More resistance burst out from the bones of this desperate wounded tiger, showing Ao Buregret and the Luming Dynasty a crazy celestial dynasty.

Ao Buregret stood up from the scarlet soil that had accumulated a lot of blood, took a deep breath, his breath rolled like a dragon, his momentum was like a rainbow, his body quickly regained his youth at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he walked in the sky with his head held high, and the dead wood flowers burst into bloom.

Today, we will take the Qihuang City, let the great rivers and mountains of the Duolin Dynasty change their banners, and plant the green python dead mountains all over the mountain!

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At sunset, the wind swept by, the remnants of the horses cracked their armor, the walls were broken, and the wolf smoke was not dispersed by the wind.

"I lost. ”

Yang Ye fell to his knees under the gate of Qihuang City, his left arm was bleeding profusely, and he lost the strength to fight again.

You are losing, and you deserve to die.

Ao Buregret and Teng Hao looked at him condescendingly, without the slightest joy after victory.

Because of your struggle, in the last battle, 800,000 mortal fetuses took up arms and walked out of the house to resist the Teng family's iron horsemen who died in vain, your great sin.

Ao Buregret grabbed Yang Ye's collar and looked at him, with an inexplicable anger.

"It is inevitable that the two countries will die and be injured in the battle, why should you involve the people in it? You don't have enough people to die! Yang Ye, you are a faint king!"

Since ancient times, wars have been ruthless, and it is the people who suffer.

Otherwise, there would not be such a thing as "prosperity, the people suffer, and death, the people suffer"!

"If you want to kill, you will kill, you don't need to teach me how to care about the suffering of all beings!" Yang Ye smiled bitterly, hating Duolin for not having a second Liu Xiu, and killing Yan Tiannan!

Why do you want to die? Duolin, who should die? After abdicating, just find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to retire!

"Why don't you see the vast sentient beings crying together, swords and soldiers killing innocents!

Why don't you see that the emperor will be lonely and miserable, and who will be chasing with his white hair!

Why don't you see the three caves of mountains, forests, grasses and hares, and you are confused into the grassland.

Fight for the admiration of thousands of people in the world, who is ashamed, and dare not look back at the deceased husband on the Huangquan Road!

Infamous in the history of thousands of years, whoever wins and who loses is lonely!

Not content, not satisfied, karma will come to an end, who has escaped the thunder and soul and the souls will spurn no one!"

The red robe walked away, looking at the frightened people all over the city, his heart was inexplicably tight, his nose was sour, and he wanted to cry.

Crying this sky has no eyes, crying this nine heavens is ruthless.

The emperor always tied the rise and fall of the country with his own glory and disgrace, and when he couldn't keep the country, he wanted all the people of the entire country to die with him, which was the real selfishness and cold-bloodedness of the princes who stole the country.

Jiangshan has never had a surname, but people are affectionate.

I, guilty, guilty.

Yang Ye smiled sadly, watching his hands tremble, as if there were countless people in his hands entwined with bloody blood.

The blade of the sword was cool, slashing across the throat.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Once a son of heaven and a courtier.

Teng Hao squinted his eyes and looked at the north, as if there were already green pythons fluttering in the wind.

That's ...... Crowned king.

It seems simple, but it's also very realistic.

On this day, the afterglow of the sunset was like broken gold.

The two Teng kings in the north and south looked at each other, but they looked at each other without seeing each other, and after a long time, Teng Hao retracted his gaze.

I always feel bored.

I don't know why.

No one has taught him how to be a qualified ruler, according to the rules and traditions of Emperor Huang Zengtian, whoever lays down the dynasty is the ruler, and there is no such thing as a son's son Lao Tzu sitting.

"Damn, Wang Wang, what can you do if you become a king? It's not as easy as Lao Tzu's eight-rank general. Teng Hao suddenly sighed.