Just when the turmoil blowing in Xiwulin is disturbing, the disaster in Ximo will also arise. Since ancient times, every righteous person has slaughtered dogs, and most of them are readers. In the eyes of some wolf-hearted things, the death of the Desert Sword Emperor and the superior position of Zhu Tian are just a change of hand pinching the collar around his neck, and when it comes to those so-called loyal people, they are actually old and stubborn who don't know the times, and they can climb to the vacant seat.

But is it really the same between demons and humans? Paying the princess of the demon clan, and his own daughter, how could the demon god ask for nothing? So, as the situation stabilized a little, Zhu Tian, who had not even turned the palace clearly, looked at a group of loyal ministers and generals kindly sent by his father-in-law and frowned. 'It's too ugly to eat, demon god. 'Not just Zhu Tian, even the demon queen is also extremely annoyed, the demon is thin, and the relationship between father and daughter is merely a meal? How can it be important to have a position of real power?

But how dare the weak husband and wife resist these guys? If it weren't for the infighting in the Little Three Realms in the future, Zhu Tian would not have had the opportunity to do it alone, not to mention that Zhu Tian would not have a henchman in the future. I can only pinch my nose and arrange this group of uncles into the desert dynasty.

As expected by the couple, before a month, more than half of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs disappeared, and the disappeared people, fifty percent died in their own hands, and fifty percent disappeared inexplicably. And the lower-class people were already sympathetic to the death of the Desert Sword Emperor, but they were provoked by these pig teammates, and a wave of resentment began to stagnate under the rule of the nascent Demon Sword Dao Organization.

Above the bazaar, touching the letter of recommendation in his chest, Ling Narcissus didn't know whether this trip was right or wrong. Before parting, the wind scar who was not worried about the Tiandu Festival specially repaired a book to protect the safety of his friends, and named that if he did not come back, and if he was in trouble, he would come to the West Desert with a letter to find the new king Xutian, and he would protect the safety of his friends.

As a congenital person who has lived for I don't know how many years, he has been old and young, in order to cure the strange illness of a pair of sons, he has also been running around in the Western Desert. After all, it is the only city in the desert from thousands of miles of wild sand to the southern wilderness. There are also endless business trips throughout the year, but before they could be imagined, they all arrived in the royal city, and Lingshui Narcissus did not see a single merchant coming and going, and the whole city seemed to be dead, and there were a large number of charred and collapsed houses, but there were few corpses. If it weren't for the urgency of Dao Wuji's pursuit, Ling Shuixian would have run away with his two sons a long time ago.

Narcissus was not mistaken, the city was indeed dead, dead through. Just ten days ago, as soon as the battle between Wind Scar and Luo Yu ended, an uprising that swept the whole city broke out vigorously.

When the news of the death of the Desert Sword Emperor came, there were a little more cries and scolding in the Desert King City at night. The old bearded man who sold wine found that his business was much better, and there were many people who wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry came to buy wine, and when they bought wine, they drank it on the table and chair, and the old beard looked at a table and chair in the corner. The Desert Sword Emperor is a very close ruler, he started as a dart master, and he likes to come to an ordinary tavern, sloppy and former colleagues, and the current people and juniors brag and drink, taking advantage of those blonde and blue-eyed Hu Niang.

He would also get drunk and go crazy and get mixed with a bunch of reckless men on vomit. smashed the house to pieces, and the next day sent someone to send the lost money. Now the man's head was hung on the tower of the city gate, and the hateful west wind blew, and he could no longer see the human form. Hanging with him, only a few are officials and generals, poor Modao Emperor treats his subordinates for a hundred years of wealth, and at the end of the day, there are only a few loyal stalks.

However, what made Mo Dao Emperor Mo Feng blind was that the following string was full of people he couldn't name. They are either martial arts people or ordinary people. They were all killed by the Demon Sword Dao soldiers in order to be able to take off the head of the Desert Sword Emperor.

There are a few old bearded people who still recognize them, because they are also old bearded drinkers. Maybe the Desert Sword Emperor just invited them to drink a pot of wine, or shared a table with them once. But for the children of the rivers and lakes, it is enough to be like-minded and look at you, so they sacrificed their lives for this man they respected.

The old beard is already old, the knife can no longer be lifted, and the hands that pour wine are shaking. But it doesn't prevent him from doing something. It was obviously a good time to grab money, but he made a trick and said that he didn't need money for drinking. At the same time, he said two words to the executioner who pressed the wine: don't send wine in the future, this store will not open; One hundred taels per person, are you willing to accompany the old man to do a headless business?

On the eighth night of the first month, seven days before the duel between the Trace of the Wind and Wujun, it was also the first seven days of the Desert Sword Emperor. Tightening his prosthetic leg, the old beard took out the blade knife that is now used to cut meat, who would have thought that this thing had also hacked many people to death? I didn't dare to light the lights, and there was already a curfew on the top.

Under the cover of the yellow-clothed cloak, the group went to the palace in the dark, not for any reason, just for one breath. The further he went, the bearded man noticed that there were more people behind him. At first, the old beard and his party were in a state of death, but then the old beard calmed down, because he quietly touched the past and made contact, and with the help of Yuehua, the old beard could feel the burning in his eyes, the same as himself.

There were more and more people, and the movement was getting bigger and bigger, and the Demon Sword Dao was not a fool, and a tragic street battle broke out for the rebel army unilaterally.

Zhu Tian was very angry, but he didn't say anything, just patiently listened to the two generals sent by his father-in-law standing there to report to him. At the same time, these two "loyal" subordinates have already ordered a suppression on the spot, and at the same time suggested: Your Majesty, let's simply kill all these human beings.

Zhu Tianmu made a face: "Very good, very good." Go for it. "A very decisive palm, the Fury Demon Power move is very in line with Zhu Tian's state of mind at this time. He was going to be a conqueror rather than a destroyer, and now he had just reached the second step of his great cause when he was ruined by these two fools. So he hurt the killer, a gap to turn around, too much time for Zhu Tian. Closing his palm, he took out two hearts, like two pieces of garbage, crushed them and threw them aside, Zhu Tian sighed, and took out the human skin paper that did not leave him when he was happy with the demon queen from his arms.

Little by little, he flew out of the palace and watched the screams and flames all over the city. Zhu Tian suddenly felt that the human heart was really a wonderful thing, and suddenly he had a premonition that he might one day be planted in the human heart. Shaking his head, Zhu Tian drove this unrealistic idea away.

The old beard below had no beard, and collapsed in a burning house, unable to move. But he doesn't want to live anymore, he has lived enough, he just wants to live and die in peace, but it's a pity that Zhu Tian and his magic sword path don't allow it. The smoke was getting bigger and bigger, and the old beard, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, vaguely heard the hearty man's scolding again: "Your horse urine is mixed with water, right?" Be careful, I'll send someone to close your shop. "Then you have a kind of don't drink, don't drink." The house collapsed, and the crackling sound gradually overshadowed the screams. But the word righteousness will never disappear in this land of many calamities.