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Chapter 587 The third person in the Central Plains for thousands of years

The wind crept in through the gap in the chariot curtain, and the Emperor sniffed it carefully, feeling the smell of blood in the wind. He heard the shouts outside, but he didn't open his eyes and open the curtain to look at the brocade school that rushed up to fight the blood python in order to protect him.

"The master has been humiliated, what face do we have to live!"

"Kill!"

"Don't take a step back!"

"Behind you is Your Majesty, you have no way out, Your Majesty treats you like an heir, and now it's time for you to be loyal and filial!"

Listening to these words, the emperor's hands under the quilt trembled.

A tear ran down from the corner of his eye, slowly, slowly.

He didn't give an order to let Su Buxing, who was standing outside the carriage, help those brocade schools, and his trembling hands showed that his heart was also struggling. At this moment, he suddenly found that his heart had become weak, and if he had encountered such a situation in the past, he would not tremble or shed tears.

Those Jinyi schools have gone to death one after another, this is just the responsibility of Jinyi School. It was also the most correct choice for Su Bu to stand next to the carriage and not leave an inch, because no one knew if there was still an enemy peeping in the dark. Once Su Buwei went to help Jinyi School stop the blood python, maybe a great cultivator suddenly appeared from the shadows and attacked the carriage.

The heart softened

The Emperor pulled his trembling hand out of the quilt to wipe away the tears, then took a deep breath. He pulled the quilt up and covered his face. I don't know if Lu Dao wants to block his ears and dare not listen to the shouts of those brocade schools, or if he thinks that this quilt is a solid barrier like the wall of Chang'an City to protect himself.

Is this what it feels like to be dying?

The emperor who buried himself in the quilt couldn't help but think that when he was still a prince, he would never be sad because of the death of his subordinates, and after becoming an emperor, he would not be soft-hearted because of the death of his courtiers. He always thought that he had the coldest heart, but in the last days of his life, he suddenly found that he was not so strong.

He couldn't help but think back to the years that had passed, the people who had died because of him.

He thought of Prince Zhong Yang Qi, the seventh brother who had been particularly respectful to him since he was a child, and it seemed that he had been playing the role of working for him. When he led his troops back to Chang'an City from outside, the prince ordered to block all the gates of Chang'an, and it was Lao Qi who took hundreds of slaves to fight to the death, which kept him a way into the city. When he ascended the throne, he rewarded the family members of the house slaves who died in battle, and then he forgot about those people......

He never felt sorry for them, because he felt that was what the people below should do. In his view, the reward is only a reward rather than compensation.

After he ascended the throne, he forced the crown prince to death and divided several brothers into a place of exhaustion, some of whom were already dead, and some of whom were insane. These were his own brothers, and he never wavered when he did these things, because he knew that if his brother inherited the throne, then his fate would be the same.

He thought of the soldiers who died in the square outside the Taiji Palace during Prince Yi's rebellion, whether it was the rebel Zuo Wuwei or the counterinsurgency soldiers, the corpses on the square that day were full of layers.

He thought of the Jianghu guests who followed Lao Qi to the west more than ten years ago, no matter what reason they were in, but they were all for this Great Sui, the Central Plains, and their corpses were left in a foreign land and could never come back.

He suddenly thought of the young man named Fang Xie again.

And then suddenly there was a wave of anger!

Boundless rage!

He didn't want to think about it, but these things still popped out of his head involuntarily. Familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared densely, and on each face there was a pair of eyes that looked at him coldly. There are more and more such faces, so many that they have obscured the entire sky.

The emperor is angry, afraid!

I don't care about you!

Get out of here!

In the silent roar, in their own minds.

The faces were still cold, and as the self in his mind was waving his arms like crazy, the faces began to hover around his body, so many that he couldn't see the distance anymore. All the faces suddenly flew up and rushed into the sky, as if several great rivers had come together and formed a huge face.

This face is familiar to the emperor.

His face was calm and his eyes were cold, and he just stared at him like that, and there was no change. But he knew that there was a sharp knife hidden behind his face, and behind those eyes was a sea of blood. Those faces before scared him, and this face almost broke him.

Every day he sees this face because it is himself.

He stood on an empty field and looked up at the sky, and there were no sun, moon and stars in the sky, only his own face.

The emperor shrunk in the quilt trembled, obviously the quilt was so thick and soft, but he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, unable to extricate himself.

He didn't dare to pull the quilt away, and he didn't dare to listen to the shouts outside.

"Su is not afraid!"

He suddenly roared.

"Your Majesty, the slave and maid are outside, and they haven't left!"

Su was not afraid to answer loudly.

"Don't leave, don't leave a single step!"

The emperor, who was hiding under the quilt, roared hoarsely, exerting all his strength.

Su was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He glanced at the front, where Zhang Zhenren was fighting the three great cultivators alone, and the kind of earth-shaking battle made people's hearts churn. If it weren't for Zhang Zhenren's presence, with the strength of these three great cultivators, Su Buxing was sure that he wouldn't be able to stop him at all. And Zhang Zhenren was obviously angered by the three people's step-by-step compulsion, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring between the flying robes.

Su Buxing looked at the other side of the carriage again, the Jinyi School, which had lost more than seventy people, was still fighting, and they kept pounced and rolled with the blood python, punch after punch, each blow was so tragic and magnificent. This is a completely different scene from Zhang Zhenren's side, although it is far less powerful than the battle of the great cultivators over there, it makes people's hearts tense even more.

His hands were clenched into fists, and the back of his hands was full of green tendons.

"I won't leave, Your Majesty...... The slave will stand by your side until she dies. ”

He muttered, his eyes a little misty.

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After the Thousand Households Stone Thunder of Jinyi School was swept up by the blood python, everyone became crazy. Although all of them could cultivate, they also knew that the long-distance attack of the Dao could not break through the thick layer of tough scale armor of the blood python. So they followed in the footsteps of Shi Jinglei and began to launch a suicidal attack on the blood python.

A brocade school jumped up and landed on the blood python, holding the body of the blood python with one hand to stabilize himself, and the other hand poked the horizontal knife he was holding fiercely, he poured all his internal strength into the long knife, which was the most powerful knife he had ever stabbed in his life, and there was a pale cyan heaven and earth vitality on the knife body that was rapidly circulating.

No matter how tough the scale armor of the blood python is, it will eventually be broken, this knife poked into it fiercely, and the blood python raised its head in pain and let out a terrible roar, which was an indescribable sound, like the sound of tearing brocade silk that was amplified countless times. The blood python's body rolled violently, and the brocade school riding on its back was immediately pressed underneath. When the python rolled, I don't know how many people in the road were crushed to the bone.

One after another, the brocade school jumped high, and then poured the internal strength into the long knife and stabbed down fiercely. The damage caused by one of them to the blood python was very weak, but the death of hundreds of people in this way had already caused very serious injuries to the blood python, and the blood flowed out of the python's wounds, cold as ice.

Seeing his treasure rolling on the ground in pain like an earthworm bitten by hundreds of strong ants, Blood Venerable's face suddenly changed. It was something he had kept alive for himself, how could he have watched it be killed. The Blood Venerable just didn't expect that a group of guards who were not strong in cultivation could have such courage and blood.

Pythons and people bite each other, how tragic is that?

Afraid that his blood python would be killed, the Blood Venerable desperately blasted out his internal strength, and after blocking Zhang Zhenren's move, he was about to retreat, but how could Zhang Zhenren let him leave.

Zhang Zhenren pinched a seal with one hand and pointed forward, and in an instant, at least seven huge Zhang Zhenren conjured out from all around, Zhang Zhenren composed of these heaven and earth vitality was nearly ten meters tall, and the seven giants surrounded the three of them in the center. This is the ruins array that Zhang Zhenren has just realized from the ruins of Firefox City, and the seven giants keep attacking and it seems that it really has the power to destroy the world.

The Blood Venerable was anxious, knowing that those guards were so difficult, he would not let his treasure come out to fight. If the blood python dies, he will not be long before he dies.

So his eyes became more and more fierce and violent, and he roared violently and shook his arms out. All his clothes were torn, and he flew like butterflies. As his clothes were torn, he saw that his body was densely covered with blood blisters, the big ones were the size of a fist, and the small ones were like rice grains.

All of a sudden, the blood bubbles burst open, and a terrifying rain of hot blood spurted out in all directions. Two of his companions immediately dodged to one side, lest they get a little stained with the blood. The blood mist gradually dispersed, and soon it became red within a radius of a few dozen meters, and it was impossible to see anything clearly. And the seven giants were eroded by the poisonous mist, and gradually dimmed.

Zhang Zhenren's face changed suddenly, and with a push of his hands, two gusts of wind swept forward, and the wind blew the blood mist into a mess, but it couldn't all blow away for a while.

What surprised Zhang Zhenren the most was that after the Blood Venerable burst the blood blisters on his body, because the hot and poisonous blood was completely consistent with his body, the Blood Venerable seemed to have merged into the blood mist to China, and he couldn't even notice it! You must know that Song Songhe, the master of the Nine Grades of the Dao, can see through the flying sword hidden in thousands of void swords Zhang Zhenren at a glance, but he really can't see through this blood mist.

The Blood Venerable was in the blood mist, but it seemed to have disappeared.

The two black and white fish swam back and forth on Zhang Zhenren's side, and the blood mist that filled was blocked by this pair of fish. At this moment, there was a sudden earthquake underground, and an extremely powerful knife intent came out of the ground and slashed towards Zhang Zhenren's chest. That's the knife of the East China Sea, and that's also the person of the East China Sea!

He turned himself into a long knife!

On the other side, Wu Laoxie condensed all his internal strength into a spear and threw it towards Zhang Zhenren, the speed of which could not be described in words.

Just when Zhang Zhenren blocked the sword intent with one hand and held the spear with the other, the Blood Venerable rushed out of the blood mist, and actually jumped over like a fierce beast covered in blood, separated the black and white fish with both hands, and then bit Zhang Zhenren's neck with one bite!

Zhang Zhenren was caught in a desperate situation by the three great cultivators of the Tongming Realm, and at this moment, his eyes suddenly froze.

With a bang, a huge thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.

Cloudless sky!

Thunder!

The sword intent of the sword immediately followed by the East China Sea shattered, Wu Laoxi's spear broke, and the Blood Venerable who turned into a blood beast was shocked out of the air. Zhang Zhenren's robe fluttered and stood there, his face had regained his calm.

"I didn't want to take this step, because it would be boring."

He sighed, as if talking to himself: "In the thousands of years of the Central Plains, I am the third to take this step, and the three of them are in the same era...... What happened to this world? ”

The corners of Su Buxing's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but say, "That's ...... Near the sky! ”