The sky is clear and the sun is shining.

The Imperial City of Chaoge, prosperous like a brocade, stands in a forest of buildings, on the wide streets, the river is endless, the change of the dynasty has not brought much trouble to the residents of the Imperial City, people still make the sunrise, the sunset sings.

For ordinary people, they don't have so much leisure to care about who the lord of rest is, what is the surname of the person who rules this imperial city, they just want the years to be quiet, the present world is stable, and life is in a hurry for decades, why worry about other people's affairs, it is already very good to be able to live their own life.

In the center of the imperial city, a magnificent and huge palace is like an ancient divine beast standing here, vast and ancient.

At this time, in the palace, an old man wearing a Xuanwen imperial robe, with a straight body and a cold face, leaned on the railing and looked at the prosperous Imperial City of Chaoge, his deep eyes flashed with a little light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Dongfang Baihong, the sixfold realm of heaven, the lord of the Eastern Dynasty.

Just when Dongfang Baihong was looking at it from afar, a group of people came from the palace road in the distance, and the leader of this group was a middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and a dignified appearance.

Oriental War, the terrain is fivefold, and the eldest son of Oriental Baihong.

Behind the Dongfang Zhan Corps, the white-haired Ji Ruohua, who was covered in blood and covered in blood, was escorted by Wu Xiu dressed as several guards.

"Father, I brought this Ji Ruohua to you. Dongfang Zhan came behind Dongfang Baihong and bowed and saluted.

"Well, I know, you stand aside first, I have something to say to Ji Ruohua. Dongfang Baihong stood with his hands in his hands, without the slightest intention of turning back, just indifferent words.

"Yes, Father. Dongfang Zhan bowed, and took the guards behind him to the distance and waited quietly.

After Dongfang Zhan retreated, Dongfang Baihong turned his back to Ji Ruohua and sighed: "Brother Ji, you and I have been fighting openly and secretly for decades, and now that the time has come, I will personally send you on your last journey." ”

"Click. Ji Ruohua walked to the railing with a stealthy step, stared sideways at Dongfang Baihong, and asked calmly: "Dongfang Baihong, before I die, can you tell me if my eight previous sons were all killed by you?"

At this time, Ji Ruohua is like an ordinary old man who sees through life and death, there is no anger on his kind face, anger is the most useless thing in the world, his heart has been shattered by the sword light from the holy land, and death is a matter of time.

"If there is an afterlife, may the body not be resurrected into the emperor's family. "He doesn't care much about the end of the Dawu Dynasty, he just wants to know something before he dies, and he cares about a person's safety.

"I know you've been suspecting that I did it all these years, but it's not me. Dongfang Baihong shook his head slightly, and said indifferently: "It was the people of the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan who cast a witchcraft curse on your eight sons, as for why he would attack your eight sons, I don't know." ”

"Are the people of the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan...... a look of doubt flashed in Ji Ruohua's deep eyes, he had never had any grudges with Southern Xinjiang during his political career, why would he be so vicious to his sons?

"I used the Qiankun Mirror to cover up the matter about the Lord of Breath, how did you find out and inform the Zhongzhou Holy Land?" Ji Ruohua looked deeply at Dongfang Bai Hong beside him, and his old face showed a look of puzzlement, he had just been seriously injured by the sword light of the Zhongzhou Holy Land before, and Dongfang Bai Hong led a large army to capture the Imperial City of Chaoge, if it was a coincidence, he definitely didn't believe it.

"You have done everything to cover up the matter of the Lord of Breath with the Qiankun Mirror Prohibition, but ......" Dongfang Baihong glanced sideways at Ji Ruohua, shook his head slightly and said, "You have ignored the treacherous and changeable human heart. ”

Before the words fell, Dongfang Baihong raised his white fingers and lightly touched the void like a dragonfly, "Bang." A ripple rippled in the void, and gradually, a scene of the Zhaoyang School Palace in the Imperial City of Chaoge emerged.

In the deepest part of the Zhaoyang School Palace, in an elegant and magnificent hall, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, purple hair like a waterfall, and a jade crown on his head, sat leisurely on a wide and comfortable chair, proud of the spring breeze, smiling, this person is not Ye Xiuran, who is it?!

"It turned out that Ye Xiuran told you the information of the Lord of Breathing?!" Ji Ruohua stared at Ye Xiuran in the scene, his eyes flashed with a cold glint, he did everything he could but didn't calculate that it was Ji Ze's most trusted person who betrayed them.

"Yes, knowing the times is Junjie, I will allow him the position of the palace master of Zhaoyang Academy, and he will naturally serve me obediently. Dongfang Baihong smiled at the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his right hand, he dispelled the scene of Zhaoyang Academy.

"What are you doing with Xiao Ze?" Ji Ruohua didn't think about Ye Xiuran anymore, since the matter had happened, it was useless to think about it anymore, what he was most concerned about now was Ji Ze's safety, although he knew that Dongfang Baihong would not let Ji Ze go, but his beloved son's heart made him worried

"Don't worry, he won't die until the Lord of Breath appears, and he's being 'taken care of' by Xiao Yu at this time. The corners of Dongfang Baihong's mouth outlined an inexplicable smile, which made people shudder.

"Do you want to use Ozawa's Lord of Breath to appear?" Ji Ruohua frowned, he had been fighting with Dongfang Baihong for decades, and he knew Dongfang Baihong's methods too well.

"Yes, since your son Ji Ze can disobey the Holy Land Killing Order for the Lord of Breath, then the Lord of Breath must also come to the court for your son, and at that time, I will send Ji Ze to the underworld to meet you. Dongfang Baihong smiled faintly, and his expression showed a look of bamboo in his chest.

"I promise you'll regret it. Ji Ruohua glanced at Dongfang Baihong meaningfully, and said inexplicably: "You are digging your own grave!"

"Huh...... I know that you have seen the power of the Lord of Breath, and I have also seen the scene in Ye Xiuran's memory, but ......" Dongfang Bai Hongfeng looked at Ji Ruohua lightly, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "This time, as long as he comes to Chaoge, he will never go back!"

"It's not too early, Brother Ji, it's time for you to hit the road, if there is an afterlife, I hope you really don't want to be in the emperor's house again, you are indeed not suitable to be an emperor. Dongfang Bai Hong stared at Ji Ruohua beside him and sighed faintly.

"I will wait for you in the underworld!" Ji Ruohua said calmly, he held his hands behind his back, leaning on the railing to look at the sky, his eyes were full of reluctance, and then slowly closed his eyes.

At the next moment when Ji Ruohua closed his eyes, a black light pierced through Ji Ruohua's eyebrows, and a generation of emperors of the Dawu Dynasty was killed......

Dongfang Baihong put away his fingers that shot out black brilliance, glanced at Ji Ruohua's body indifferently, and said coldly: "Zhan'er, hang Ji Ruohua's body above the gate of Chaoge Imperial City to show the public, spread my will, and announce to the world that in 15 days, Ji Ze and other remnants will be beheaded at Chaoge!"

"Yes, Father. Dongfang Zhan bowed to receive the order, waved his hand and signaled the guards behind him to lift Ji Ruohua's body and leave the place with him.

"Huh...... Lord of Breath, the date of death, the place of death has been chosen for you, will you come?......" Dongfang Bai Hong looked at the prosperity of the Imperial City of Chaoge from afar, and the corners of his mouth outlined a meaningful smile.

......

"Father's ......"

When Ji Ruohua fell, a heart-rending cry sounded from a luxurious and flashy mansion in the Imperial City.

I saw that in an elegant and gorgeous room in the depths of the mansion, Ji Ze's clothes were ragged, his dantian was shattered, and his clothes were stained with blood, kneeling on the ground and looking at the projection of Ji Ruohua's body in mid-air, sobbing and rippling, heartbroken, and tears blurred his eyes.

"From now on, I will give you back your freedom, you can do whatever you want, you don't need to take care of the Oriental family anymore, your husband and wife have been separated for twenty years, you want to see but can't see each other, it really hurts you. ”

"If I have the chance, let me meet my granddaughter, I'd love to hear her call me 'Grandpa'. ”

......

"Father, I'm sorry for you!" Ji Ze wept bitterly, echoing in his ears what Ji Ruohua said to him at the time of parting, he didn't expect that day of farewell, it would be goodbye, his heart was full of self-blame and remorse, he hated that he didn't know anyone, hated that he was weak and powerless to prevent the tragedy from happening.

"Huh...... I knew why I had to do it today, Ji Ze you could have today, it was purely your own fault!" A word full of mockery came from not far away.

Not far away, on a wide wooden bed, a graceful, charming young woman, with a large range of bare skin, wearing only a close-fitting underwear, lying on her back on the thigh of a handsome and delicate man, and next to her there were two equally handsome and delicate men pinching her shoulders and beating her beautiful legs, so comfortable.

Oriental language, Daogong realm ninefold, the third daughter of Oriental Baihong.

"Slut, I curse you that all the people of the Oriental family will not die well!" Ji Ze glared angrily at Dongfang Yu lying on the bed, gritting his teeth, eager to go up and eat her alive.

"Oh, husband, you scared the concubine, you can't die well...... Dongfang smiled lazily and said, "The concubine can't do it!"

"Slut!Who is the husband!You are not worthy!" Ji Ze's eyes showed a fierce light, and he scolded angrily.

"I'm not worthy? huh...... What do you think you are, who do you show with a stinky face all day long? You are not as obedient as my Ah Er. Dongfang sneered, raised his hand and gently stroked the handsome man lying on Dongfang's lap, and laughed: "Right, Ah Er?"

The handsome man smiled lightly and nodded, "Well, it is a great honor for a slave to have the mercy of his master." ”

"Haha......" Dongfang Yu laughed, her beautiful eyes glanced at Ji Ze, who was glaring at her angrily, and mocked: "I heard it, the old lady wants a man, and she has to take the initiative to send it to the door, the man is just my plaything, what kind of infatuation are you pretending to be in front of me!"

"Come on, give me this stupid man who doesn't know what to do and lock up with the pig!" said with a smile in the Oriental language.

"Yes, master. Two handsome men walked into the room and dragged Ji Ze, who was glaring at the Oriental language, out.

A moment later, the room was filled with clouds and rain, and there was a sound of gasping......

"Ozawa is also in your hands,