"The living are in a hurry, and the dead are in a hurry, what is this life for?"

"I shouldn't be obsessed with my mind, the Son of Heaven misunderstands my life. ”

"If you can kill back to Los Angeles, assassinate the Son of Heaven!"

"You're crazy, what kind of cat and dog can go to the land of the dragon vein?"

The stewards all looked lonely, but their expressions were different, some were sad, some were silent, and some were laughing miserably.

They can't go back, and if they can't kill Qin Feng, they will never be able to go back alive, let alone the family and the sect, which will only bring disaster to the old people.

"We still want to sing a little song!"

"I'm going to drum!"

"I'll ...... the Sheng"

I don't know who took the lead, and a ridiculous scene was staged, Qin Feng looked up at the more than thirty old men at the peak of the gods, they each had their own stories, and they were also famous big names before entering the palace.

This song wrapped around his heart, making Qin Feng can't help but think of his childhood past, the boy who practiced swords, and the years of revenge, when he was not brought into the chess game by a basket of broken things.

"Junior, the monk's journey, it's not just about killing, fighting, wait for you to live a little longer to touch the real beauty, refining qi, cultivating the truth, winning the championship, this song is given to you who entered chess for no reason, and also to our family ourselves. ”

Whether it is a man or a woman, or yin and yang, as long as he is still in the way of man, what he walks is what he does, Qin Feng did not look down on these people who were not as good as him in his heart.

I just feel that they are also helpless, how can they have a chance to advance to the realm if they don't enter the court?

Before his death, Jizhou Mu was yearning for the heavenly realm, but the thirty-six stewards only had joy in suffering.

"This song is called "The Ballad of Ten Thousand Ways", you are very good......"

"The royal road is based on virtue, the world returns to the heart; the royal road is based on the sky, the four seas are peaceful; the domineering and mad, the soldiers and horses are Xiao Xiao; the fairy road is slim, the lonely mountain is lonely; the chivalrous road is sorrowful, there is nowhere to talk about the heart; the martial arts are prosperous, and the eternal is like a fist ......"

Qin Feng listened to this song, and it is said that this "Ballad of Ten Thousand Dao" is his favorite song today.

It sounds majestic to others, but in his ears it is not just a song, but also a person standing in front of him.

It seems that there are really thousands of Qi practitioners who have broken through the sky!

In ancient times, everything had qi, and a great qi practitioner had his own way, and they went against the sky and opened up a road for the human race, until one day, a kind of breath disappeared, and the human race gradually went into decline.

"Hate can't be born in a world of great contention!" Qin Feng said sadly, what a magnificent time it was!

A peculiar, narrow-sleeved steward glanced at him and said, "You are the same as the Son of Heaven said. ”

The song spread all over the land of thousands of miles, the fall of Jizhou Mu made the heaven and earth covered with a layer of blood clouds, brushed lala, a blood rain fell like beans, he did not die in the dragon vein, this spiritual power turned into a blood rain through reverse transformation.

"Next year, we can have another good crop. ”

The feather general standing in Jizhou Demon Fog Mountain said, he really couldn't figure it out, why would the overlord who had not asked about the world for many years kill Jizhou Mu?

This blood rain is a really pleasant rain bath for Qin Feng, and he is even thinking, will this sky cry?

Did he hear the pleading of the people's road?

"Seniors, hit the road. ”

Qin Feng listened to the tune, and this multiplicity quickly decreased as the raindrops hit the ground.

Multiplies, trios, duets, duets.

After a while, Qin Feng looked at the last living steward face to face.

The other party stopped knocking on the Tao's hand, these hands were so clean, Qin Feng couldn't think of how such a person could kill people and do all kinds of evil.

"We have a reluctant request. ”

"Then you don't want to please. Qin Feng immediately replied.

"You speak very chokingly, we will do this if we don't invite you, go to Los Angeles and kill the Son of Heaven!"

When he said this, the steward's eyes were wide open and cracked.

The more enemies he killed, the more he knew about this emperor of the dynasty, the more curious Qin Feng became, what kind of person was he who had established an opponent in the world and could still be a dragon chair for more than 2,000 years.

There are too many, this realm is mysterious, and there are countless attributes surging.

"Let's go to Youzhou, just eat and digest it. ”

Qin Feng had a broken thought in his mouth, he had an intuition, if he absorbed all the attributes of this brain, he would really be able to step into the Spirit Slashing Realm.

"Spiritual Power +177000"

"Blood+88000"

"Knife Breaker +7300"

......

There are several recognized spiritual realms in Kyushu, Kyushu Mu, Los Angeles Jiuqing, eighteen.

On top of this, the three princes under the throne of the Son of Heaven in Los Angeles, as well as the general manager of the West Factory and the commander of the Jinyi Guard.

Coupled with the unfathomable Son of Heaven, there are six in total, and it just so happens that there are also seven who went to Beijing to kill the Son of Heaven.

Oh, there is also a great prince who has been a prince for two thousand years.

Seven against seven, is it the ingenious arrangement of the Son of Heaven, or should it be the result of the Great Dao?

In the West Factory, the old chief manager put on three sticks of incense, his temples were white, and his muddy old eyes watched the thirty-six tablets in front of him explode into sawdust.

The soul lamp went out, and the natal card exploded.

"Yo, the little ones can't come back, the world is going to be chaotic, and there is an accident at the feet of the Son of Heaven. ”

The chief steward pinched his sideburns with one finger and hurried out of the house.

"Overlord?"

"Your Majesty, the old minister will definitely be able to overcome rigidity!"

On the Jinluan Palace, the Son of Heaven glanced at the chariot that came from the sky, and the old man with white hair scattered and a halberd in his hand was still as strong as it was back then.

"I will defend my country!"

Roar!

The dragon's roar resounded in Los Angeles, and a golden dragon rushed straight at the overlord who had been famous for thousands of years.

Every time the Son of Heaven fights, there will be a prince sitting in front of the Jinluan Palace, who looks a little silly, but he is exceptionally handsome.

"Father, don't you have to do it yourself?"

A sentence came from the main hall: "When I personally attacked, I was no longer an overlord, and the purple wind was the same." ”

He held his chin with both hands and said with a stupid smile: "Father, something happened to the people on my father-in-law's side, so let the child go and go for it himself." ”

"You're going to die. ”

"The child is a Xunfeng Dao, follow the trend, and nothing will happen. ”

The one in the hall was silent for a long time before sighing: "Life"

"The child is commanded!"

The great prince picked up his sword and staggered out of Los Angeles.

Seeing this strongest prince who pretended to be stupid to everyone, the commander of the brocade guard on the head of the Luo city wall sighed helplessly.

The moment he turned around, the bone jade embroidered spring knife on his waist flashed with light.

"It is too unreasonable for a lame man to climb the top of Kyoto. ”

The man who came was a limping old man, and he said with a smile:

"That's right, do you want to fly up if you're alive? Ji Xuan's dragon vein is the most lacking in spiritual power, and the old man will take a little. ”

"Elder Xu Ge, you have been removed from the Son of Heaven, what crime should you be guilty of?"

Xu Chunfeng glanced at him, and the lame leg suddenly lifted and kicked on his embroidered spring knife.

"Lao Tzu Xu Chunfeng, at least one state in this world was kicked out by Lao Tzu himself, and he is a fart name!"

The lame leg kicked out a blinding white light, shaking so much that the commander couldn't even open his eyes.