The clouds are misty and the brilliance is overflowing.

Qiankun mirror, the holy weapon of the town of the Dawu Dynasty, a mirror and an image, an image of a day, the mirror is its own space, when facing the enemy, the enemy can be included in the mirror, and the large array inside is killed, and at the same time, it can also reflect the heaven and the earth, and gain insight into the regional scene.

The Qiankun Mirror hung in the air, sprinkling colorful brilliance, and these brilliances converged together to present the scene of the Qingli Sect's sky.

"Ever since you told me a few days ago that your apprentice Su Bai's soul is a phoenix's taboo, I've started to notice him. Ji Ruohua pointed to the red clouds in the sky of Qingli Sect, and said solemnly: "Although I don't know why this red cloud appeared, I can feel that it contains an incomparably terrifying destructive power, which seems to be the calamity cloud recorded in ancient books. ”

"After fifteen years of silence, there was another mutation, the Zhongzhou Holy Land announced that the Lord of Breath was in the eastern part of the Eastern Wilderness, and the Qingli Sect was in the eastern part of the Eastern Wilderness, and it was also shrouded in terrifying clouds, your disciple Su Bai was fifteen years old, had a phoenix taboo, and was in the Qingli Sect, can you say that this is purely a coincidence?"

Ji Ruohua stared deeply at Ji Ze in front of him, and sighed lightly: "You also suspect that your disciple is the Lord of Breath, right?"

"Yes, I do have doubts. Ji Ze nodded slightly, and the figure of the peerless young man involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Su Bai not only has the taboo of a phoenix, but also has a talent that can be called a demon among demons, a young man who makes Ji Ze himself feel out of reach.

However, combined with the coincidence that his father said, if it was possible, he really didn't want to believe that this disciple he had just accepted was actually the Lord of Breath!

"Then what are you going to do?" Ji Ruohua stared at Ji Ze's eyes and asked in a condensed voice.

"I don't care if Su Bai is the Lord of Breath or not, he is now my disciple Ji Ze, I won't watch my disciple being killed by others!" Ji Ze said with a firm face.

"You have also heard the words of the Holy Land, if anyone wants to protect the Lord of Rest, the Holy Land will destroy his clan!" Ji Ruohua looked at Ji Ze tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want the entire Dawu Dynasty to accompany you to the funeral?"

"Not to mention that there is no conclusive proof that Su Bai is the Lord of Breath, even if he does, can he do things that harm the lives of heaven and earth?" Ji Ze raised his eyebrows, looked in the direction of the Zhongzhou Holy Land, and said in a cold tone: "Just based on a prophecy, you have to kill a young man, is this the character of a saint?"

"The Qintian Pavilion of the Hanging Island is a holy place for observing the stars, it naturally has its own reason, the words of the saint are higher than the imperial power, who dares to disobey in the entire Zhongzhou?" Ji Ruohua said inexplicably: "The saint takes the morality of the world as his words, and orders all beings, they say that whoever is the holy son, who is the holy son, and in the same way, whoever they want to die, who has to die." ”

"Besides, the prophecy of the Holy Land is related to all beings in heaven and earth, which is equivalent to the interests of Su Bai alone, resulting in the loss of the interests of all beings, even if he is not guilty, it is also a crime!

"Huh...... Hypocritical Holy Land, Hypocritical Sentient Beings, Hypocritical Morality!" Ji Ze sneered again and again, and said in a deep voice: "If I can't even protect my only disciple, what's the use of wanting the imperial power of this Great Martial Dynasty? If the Holy Land wants to move my disciple Ji Ze, he must first step on my corpse. ”

Ji Ze's words were sonorous and powerful, and his tone was firm, and it was undoubtedly disloyal and unfilial to say in front of his father that he would rather protect his disciples than the imperial power of the Dawu Dynasty.

However, Su Bai was his disciple, so how could he not care? even though he knew that with his own strength, he was not even qualified to compete with the Holy Land, but he still chose to do so.

Because he is Ji Ze, he is also afraid of death, but some things, some people, no matter what the result is, he still has to protect it, and he will not regret it until death!

"Hey...... It seems that the catastrophe is still unavoidable. Ji Ruohua looked at Ji Ze for a long time, looked at the sea of blood covering the sky, sighed slightly, and said, "Let's go, do what you want to do!"

"Father, won't you stop me?" Ji Ze's expression changed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"There's no need to block it, and I don't want to stop it. Ji Ruohua looked at Ji Ze, and his fair face showed an apologetic smile, "You have been working hard for me and this Great Martial Dynasty for twenty years, Xiao Ze, have you blamed me all these years?"

"It used to be strange, but over the years, as I got to know you, I was relieved that people live in the world and always can't help themselves. Ji Ze responded.

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Zhongzhou calendar, 55,000 years.

The Ji clan led by Ji Anyu and the Oriental family led by Dongfang Qing joined forces to finally pacify the war in the Eastern Wilderness.

After the war, Ji Anyu and Dongfang Qing finally agreed to jointly establish the Dawu Dynasty, with the Ji clan represented by Ji Anyu leading the Eastern Wilderness, and the Dongfang family holding the military power of Dawu and enjoying the responsibility of supervising the imperial power of the Ji clan in the past dynasties.

Zhongzhou calendar, 99970.

During the reign of Ji Ruohua, there were a total of eight princes, however, these eight princes somehow all fell.

Zhongzhou calendar, 99985.

Ji Ze was born, and Ji Ruohua was afraid that Ji Ze would encounter an accident like the previous eight sons, so he ordered the master of the imperial family to secretly send him out of the imperial city.

Zhongzhou calendar, 99995.

Ji Ze, who was exiled, fought with Zhou Zifan, the second son of the Zhou family, and was seriously injured and dying, and later fell in love with Murong Ying.

In the same year, Ji Ruohua sent someone to take Ji Ze back to the imperial capital Chaoge, canonized him as the crown prince, and ordered someone to erase the traces of Ji Ze's past.

The following year, in order to firmly control the Ji royal family, Dongfang Baihong married his third daughter, Dongfang Yu, to Ji Ze.

The marriage between Ji Ze and Dongfang Yu is a mutual game between Ji Ruohua and Dongfang Baihong, and both parties are testing each other's depths.

In the past 20 years, Ji Ze and Dongfang have different dreams, although they have the name of husband and wife, but they are not husband and wife.

The two of them had their own scheming, fighting openly and secretly, and Dongfang repeatedly sent killers to kill Murong Ying, but they were all stopped by Ji Ze.

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"Everyone in the world is the emperor and noble, but who knows, this emperor is just a prisoner between heaven and earth! Born in the emperor's family, he can't help himself, in order to consolidate the country and protect the world and protect the world, it is also a common thing to break off love, but guarding and guarding has made my Ji clan wither day by day, is it really worth it?" Ji Ruohua's white hair fluttered gently, and his eyes looking up at the sky flashed with a tired glow, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be much older.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Ji Ze sensed that something was wrong with Ji Ruohua and asked with a concerned expression.

"It's nothing, from now on I will give you 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. Ji Ruohua looked at the reflection from the Qiankun mirror, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "If you have the opportunity, let me meet my granddaughter, I really want to hear her call me 'grandpa'." ”

"Okay, I'll pick them up now, and you'll be glad to see them later. Ji Ze smiled excitedly, he has been waiting for this day for a long time, twenty years of separation, he wants to see but can't see it, the pain of this longing is too unbearable, and now he can see each other, how can he not be excited?!

"Go, see them, and don't forget to apologize to them for me, for keeping you apart for so long. Ji Ruohua had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his face was kind, as if he had completely withdrawn the gorgeous coat of the emperor's body, revealing the smile of an ordinary person.

"Father, I don't blame you for what you said, and I'm sure they won't blame you either. Ji Ze said with a serious face.

"Hehe......" Ji Ruohua smiled slightly and said, "Then you can go." ”

"Well, Father, please wait a few days, I'll go now. Ji Ze smiled and nodded, and bowed and retired.

The imperial capital Chaoge is very far away from the Qingli Sect, when Ji Ze appeared in the Qingli Sect before, it was not the main body, but the projection of the Qiankun Mirror, and now his real body is going to pass, and it will take several days to come to the meeting at the earliest.

Ji Ruohua looked at Ji Ze's back as he walked away, his bright and clear eyes glowed with love and reluctance, he just stood quietly and watched until Ji Ze's figure finally disappeared.

"Whew!" I saw Ji Ruohua raise his hands and punch into the Qiankun Mirror in mid-air.

"Qiankun is a mirror, and the world is sealed with a mirror!" Ji Ruohua pointed lightly at the Qiankun mirror.

"Wow. The Qiankun Mirror was shining brightly, and a breath of holy realm emanated from the Qiankun Mirror.

Then I saw the Qiankun Mirror fly up to the sky, with it as the center, rippling out a mysterious light cover, gradually, the entire Eastern Wilderness was shrouded in a forbidden array, the people inside could go out, and the people outside were not allowed to enter.

"Ancestor of the Ji family, for the sake of the Dawu Dynasty, I, Ji Ruohua, have done my best over the years, I have lost eight sons, this last one, I don't want him to become a victim of the Ji family again, let him be free!" Ji Ruohua looked at the ancestral hall of the Ji family from afar, and whispered: "If there is an afterlife, I wish I would not be able to resurrect the emperor's family." ”