The old warlock laughed while scolding, and there was regret in his laughter that he had to spend Youyue to save Chu Xuanzhao and finally killed her, and there was also some sonorous spirit that he was not afraid of immortals and ghosts.

In Guo Yu's scolding, I don't know how long time has passed, most of the people in Lotus Square have left, the executioner has already red eyes, looking at Xingtai full of flesh and blood, the old man's lower body has left miserable white bones, but the old man who can be sentenced is still scolding, his mouth full of white teeth has been bitten by him, and the corners of his mouth are oozing bloody water.

The executioner gritted his teeth and directly cut off the bones of the old man's lower body, but this time all the hanging chains were loosened, and Guo Yu fell into his own flesh and blood, looking at the sky with blank eyes.

This scene made Emperor Yin in the high pavilion suddenly angry, and the execution process was so not ugly, presumably the end of the executioner was also extremely miserable.

When the executioner wiped the blood from his face and raised the knife to kill the old man, a purple figure appeared in the black and oppressive execution ground, and someone chasing him exclaimed in the audience, "Miss Guo!

Wu in a purple skirt quickly shuttled through the crowd, desperately rushing to Xingtai, just to see his father one last time.

Everyone was shocked by this girl's deviant behavior, but they watched her rush to Xingtai, and the beauty of the girl at that moment was simply yearning.

Wu Tong raised his leg and kicked the executioner in the back, causing such a fat man to fall heavily in the crowd.

She silently walked up to the old man who only had his upper body left, and slowly knelt down to hold the old man's cold body, and after a long time, a grief-stricken scream came out of her mouth.

In the face of such an unarmed woman rushing to Xingtai, the officials in the audience looked at each other one after another and remained silent.

Emperor Yin was slightly taken aback, he didn't plan to let the soldiers protect the execution ground at all, otherwise that girl would never have broken into the execution ground alone, it was Wu Tong, the daughter of the great priest, who asked her to come here?!

The face of the girl, who was about the same age as Xiao Zhao, was extremely pale, and it seemed that she had paid a great price to come here, and she knelt in the flesh and blood of her adoptive father, and cried like a tearful person.

She didn't know what would happen to her interrupting the execution, but she held the humiliated old man in her arms, held his cold hand and sobbed lowly.

Heavy rain poured down on the father and daughter, and there was a deathly silence all around.

"Teacher...... Teacher ......"

Wu Tong knew that he was late, there was no way to let the old man live any longer, such an injury could not be saved even if the immortals descended to earth, the girl's lips opened slightly, as if she said something to him, but she couldn't say anything.

The heavy rain slowly fell on the father and daughter, and there was only a deathly silence all around, and no one wanted to set foot on the Xingtai that was stained with the flesh and blood of the great priest, except that

Girls.

Guo Yu opened his eyes with difficulty under the girl's call, and those old and cloudy eyes, when they met the girl's pupils, they unexpectedly sparkled like a child.

"How...... How so?"

He stretched out his hand to hug the girl's body, like a child afraid of being cold in his mother's arms, and muttered, "You shouldn't have come......"

"I'm late...... Teacher ......"

"Dad told you, give up what Dad told you before, don't be obsessed with exploring the stars and the hearts of the gods and Buddhas like Daddy, and see the blood of Daddy? This is the future that the proverb brings to Daddy, the stars in the sky cannot tell us where the future is going, the road is your own, not the gods and Buddhas to guide you. After your father dies, do what you want to do, and be as free as His Royal Highness. ”

"Daddy!"

"Let's leave Yinguo and see what the outside world is like...... In Dad's opinion, there is no better girl in the world than you. ”

The old man stretched out his hand as if to touch the girl's face, and laughed slowly, as if facing a golden ray of sunlight.

Emperor Yinhuang just looked at the father and daughter in silence, but at this time, Guo Yu laughed loudly, and the laughter was particularly desolate and sad, as if he wanted to pour this despair into Emperor Yinhuang's ears repeatedly.

"The black-clothed prosperous Qin, the troubled times, this proverb is really word for word, Chu Xiaohua! Do you want to know what the next proverb is?"

Emperor Yin suddenly came to his senses and stared at the old man who was gradually becoming crazy in Wu Tong's arms.

In the blood water, the old man lay in the girl's arms, and laughed loudly: "Dad has never done a few things in his life, and he has to live tremblingly, even if he is a stargazing destiny to measure people's fortunes, he is afraid of losing his qi and does not dare to reveal half a point of heaven, and finally this time he ......"

The old warlock's eyes suddenly shone with golden light at this time, and the intensity of the light seemed to tear through his mind, and he said loudly to this heaven and earth: "-Show me the future!"

Two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, as if he was talking to the gods of heaven and earth, he used his last life force to enter the warp and weft of fate, and took a look at the future that could be changed or unchanging.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is safe and sound, my daughter can be happy in the future, and the people of the world can live and work in peace and contentment, give me such a future——"

The old man trembled and raised his palm to reach out to the sky, and countless images of qi from the future poured into his mind at the same time, and there was a slight loss in his eyes, but the voice became like an ancient temple bell ringing through the sky, and every word fell on their ears.

"Heavenly Dao is going to die, Great Qin should stand!"

"Da Yin Black Eagle, Daqing * Red Dragon, Daqin White Deer, the battle between your three kingdoms is the fate of the future of the world!"

"No matter what the result of that final battle is, it will be a good show waiting for you Chu Xiaohua after all

, and I will be in the Yellow Spring Purgatory, waiting for you and our Yinguo Iron Rider to arrive!"

Guo Yu's voice was extremely resentful, as if a sharp sword pierced Chu Xiaoyan's heart.

The old man lowered his arms, and finally said in a calm voice: "Wu Tong, Dad can only do so much for you, now go find him...... He's ...... He needs you to help him, he needs each of you to help him, but if you die on this road, don't blame Dad. ”

"God, I, Guo Yu, took one last look at the Book of Destiny you wrote, don't mind. ”

"Xiao Zhao, you have to believe in yourself, the great priest will also believe in you, believe that you will become a better king than your father than you, so that when everyone in the world looks north, they can see your back. ”

"Goodbye Chu Xiaohua, you damn mad emperor, my Guo Yu's best friend. ”

The old man's last sentence was actually said to Emperor Yin, without any resentment, as if saying goodbye to his friend, he closed his eyes with a smile.

Guo Yu died, died in his own flesh and blood, died in the arms of the little girl he picked up, and died so proudly and satisfied.

When the girl's cry resounded in everyone's ears, no one noticed that the legs of the Emperor Yinguo, who was in the Northern Regions, were hidden under the imperial robe, and he moved forward gently, as if he wanted to go to the execution table to send his old friend for the last time, but it was only during a breath, the Yinhuang took his legs back, and the fleeting sadness on his face was gradually replaced by indifference.

Last night, Emperor Yin went to the black prison, and there was no guard with him, but he always stood outside the iron gate until the early hours of the morning, and did not go back to the palace until the early hours of the morning.

He was not afraid to see him, not afraid to see his old friend before he died, not afraid that he would call himself a cruel and mediocre tyrant, and not afraid that he would call him a cruel and evil father.

What he Chu Xiaohua has done, he admits it, he is not afraid of the hard iron pen of history, no matter how hard it is, it can't be as hard as the hooves of the Yinguo Iron Horse.

I was afraid that he would say a word, and I was afraid that this little warlock who met him for the first time and talked about the wine, facing the pot of wine he sent in, he was already an old warlock at this time, and he said without hesitation, if he hadn't drunk the glass of wine that you Chu Xiaohua handed over, would our ending be completely different now?

At this time, no one saw Emperor Yin's hand hidden in the imperial robe slowly clenched, and his nails pierced into the flesh, which was very painful, but it was far less than one-thousandth of the pain that Guo Yu endured.

Until this moment, he looked at this friend who had followed him for decades, it was he who watched him step by step onto the supreme throne of the Yin Kingdom, and swept the Quartet with the Yin Country Iron Cavalry step by step, with him standing behind him to strategize for him, and it was not fearful that the army of millions of soldiers was coming to the city, but he died, died by himself

died like a scapegoat that didn't deserve to die.

He died, not in a warm bed, not surrounded by a group of children and grandchildren who wept and wept, and after his death he handled the funeral for him, carried the coffin into the ground.

He died, died on a cold execution table, died in the arms of a righteous woman who had no blood relationship with him, and before he died, he saw the future of the world, and even if he died, he would die for a lifetime, like a heavenly immortal sitting high in the clouds, and the words that came out were oracles.

Wu Tong hugged Guo Yu's remnant body, put his face on his father's forehead, and his father's flesh and blood were all under him, feeling like he was drowning in this frenzy of sorrow, and he would let himself suffocate in this world at any time, and the sadness was more intense than the pain, more piercing than the cold lake, and more lasting than the sting of a fleshless needle, until people changed from a prisoner of grief to a furious maniac, and grief would never stop the pace of their invasion of people's hearts.

But Wu Tong is not Chu Xuanzhao, she does not have the strength to become a madman, and when some people die of grief to the extreme, they still can't match the anger of their husbands and blood splashed three feet, they can only cry sadly in silence, and heaven and earth owe it but do not pay it.

Tears could not wash away the blood on his father's face, nor could they stop pouring out of his eyes, accompanied by the distant wind to bring infinite sorrow to this world.

Emperor Yin looked at the sad father and daughter, Guo Yu took all the blame for his actions, he was angry at his son's betrayal of him, and even more angry that even his best friend betrayed him, none of them understood what the overall situation was, and they didn't know what I wanted to do. I want to destroy the structure of this world itself, the original structure of the world! To completely free the people of the world from the bondage of God, one by one they will only do things for the sake of immediate love and hatred, and will only do things for their own will, and he must not let them destroy the hard work they have built up in this life!

But when he saw his friend die in a pool of blood, he still felt uncontrollably sad, the story of the past of the sad two people is now remembered but it is like a joke, the wine that the sad two drank has now turned into blood and tears, sad that the death of his last friend was in front of him, in his hands.

It's like the white-haired woman who died under the castle tower.

It is said that the king's heart is like iron, but at this time, his heart seems to have been chiseled through by an iron hammer, and sour bitter water flows out of it.

Emperor Yin was silent for a long, long time, then turned around and left the viewing platform, each step was extremely heavy, and from beginning to end, he never looked back at his old friend.

"Guo Yu, you are wrong, I will not fall into the Huangquan Purgatory, I will step by step into the heavenly gods and kill them all!"

Chu Xiaohua didn't say anything from the moment he watched the execution, and only said a word silently before leaving.

In front of Emperor Yin, everyone made way for this indifferent and iron-blooded king, like a chopping wave

until the sword was blocked by a reef.

The eldest son, who had not been seen for many days, was dressed in iron armor at this time, and walked in front of Emperor Yin step by step, but his eyes fell on the girl holding the body of his father-in-law on the execution table, and his eyes were calmly close to desolation.

"Eagle Looks Up ......"

"What does Your Majesty command, the ministers will order? ”

After Emperor Yin coughed a few times, he deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Ying Yang, I thought about it all night yesterday, and I felt that I had no face to send him on his last journey, he only had one daughter, and no one in the court was qualified to carry the coffin into the ground for him, and after thinking about it, only you were more suitable, in fact, the things you did for Xiaozhao, I understood better than any of you, it was not that I wanted him to die, but that this dynasty wanted him to die, so he had to die." ”

Chu Yingyang said calmly: "Your Majesty has anything else to tell the great priest, let's say it together." ”

Emperor Yin hesitated for a moment, and said from the bottom of his heart: "You tell him that he was born and died for me in this life, and exchanged his life for my life in the battle of the Golden Horde, which can be regarded as holding me on this chair with my own hands, and if we can still meet in the next life, I will be replaced as a warlock to assist him, and let him be the emperor of the kingdom." ”

——

Under the nine heavens, the sea of the rising sun.

If the people of the Northern Regions want to go to the Southern Continent, they can only take a boat from Yanmang's Huangyun Port to the Shuyue Tiannan Road in the west, and cross the mountain roads to reach the land of the Southern Continent.

In the Northern Expedition 80 years ago, Emperor Zhao Huang gathered the princes of the Six Kingdoms to form a seven-nation alliance to try to conquer this land, with a thousand dragons, thousands of large ships full of soldiers set off on Sunset Beach, forced across the sea of sunrise to the land of the North Continent, nearly 800,000 people stepped into the land of Yan Mang, plus a thousand flying dragons roaring above their heads, the war between the Northern Regions and the Southern Continent broke out instantly, before the arrival of the Qing Emperor's ships, the kings of the Northern Regions united to resist stubbornly, and used the swords in their hands to resist the invaders。

The kings of the Northern Regions took the lead in fighting with the army of the Southern Continent for several days and nights, the corpses on the battlefield were piled up one after another, and the Flying Dragon Legion of Daqing was dragged to death by pouring all the cards, and the Western Emperor Su Zhan met Zhao Huang on the battlefield, and after the price of exchanging a life for a life with him, then the army collapsed, and the enemy from the Southern Continent was finally defeated, and the countries of the Northern Regions won the final victory.

The sea that was once red with blood is now calm.

The sea of sunrise hides all kinds of unimaginable rare beasts in Chu Xianzhao, and legend has it that there is a sea dragon with a hundred feet under the sea, but no one has seen its figure, and the crew members who may be able to see it have died in its belly.

Chu Xianzhao faced this blue ocean, listening to the soft paddling sound of the wooden oars under the boat, and the sail above his head hung softly on the mast

The salty sea breeze ruffled his forehead.

When he looked at the swordfish that appeared on the surface of the sea and the seagulls that were rushing by, the Northern Stygian Kun Fusu, who had become like a koi under him, followed behind this big merchant ship, and when the Stygian Kun jumped out of the sea and brought out snow-white waves, Chu Xianzhao felt unprecedented freedom and happiness.

If the journey goes well and they are not swallowed by the storm, these luxury goods will be turned into silk dresses worn by noble ladies after the merchant ships arrive in the Sunset Strait, which will be sold for hundreds of taels of silver and only sold to the nobles, and finally return to the Northern Regions from the Southern Continent with a full load of silver.

This is the first time Chu Xianzhao has seen such a thing as the sea, when he was a child, he only learned about the existence of the sea in books, and regarded the sea as a bigger lake than a lake, and the sea water is so salty that it tastes astringent, because there is a lot of salt hidden in it, if there is a way to extract the salt in the seawater, it is enough to make the salt merchants in the northern region make a lot of money.

After they set off from Yanmang Huangyungang, his physical condition gradually improved, and in the process he liked the smell of the ocean, the salty wind blowing in his face when he stood on the deck, especially the boundless sea under him, and the ocean stories told to him by the sailors, which contained too many secrets that he was interested in knowing.

He looked down at the blue ocean, but when he looked up, he could see the blood-colored comet, like a scar in the sky, and the scar continued to expand.

The sailors were whispering that this was a sign of bad omen, but Ying Liyang told himself that whenever a king died in the world's dynasty, the star that gave him power would fall from the sky and turn into a blood-colored meteor.

No matter which king this comet comes from, the direction that the comet points to is the way forward for us, Chu Xuanzhao thought to himself, in fact, he could only go to the south of the continent, and the Yin country that he called home had been left far behind him.

After he left the Yin Kingdom and arrived at Yan Mang by boat, the news of the betrayal of the son of the Yin Kingdom did not seem to have reached Yan Mang's side, even if his father didn't know where he would go next, even if someone really went to Nanlu to chase him next, he with a rooting mask on his face would undoubtedly provide the pursuers with a more difficult difficulty than finding a needle in a haystack, and he was not too worried that someone would arrest him and return to the Yin Kingdom for trial.

The only worry is that Su Nianyu, who was pregnant with a child, and Ye Weiwei, who was abandoned by him, brothers and sisters...... What he has done in the past is worthy of the people of Yinguo, but only the people closest to him.

The merchant ship that Chu Xianzhao was on was very huge, and there were many comfortable and hidden rooms in the cabin, and under the careful care of Ying Liyang, his injuries gradually healed and he could get out of bed and walk, but it was very difficult to use the qi engine as in the past, and he needed to continue to recuperate for a period of time.

"It's very windy here, isn't it good to go back to the cabin to rest?" Ying Liyang came to him, holding on to the railing with both hands and looking at the calm sea.

"Liyang, so many years have passed, do you think the Shadow Moon Sect you talked about earlier still exists?"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Throne of the Apocalypse" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~