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An Zheng became more and more confused, and he was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a large hall. Then he was put on the throne and changed into a particularly brilliant brocade robe.

When he sat on that throne, An Zheng felt that this was not him. But there is a strong sense of responsibility in his heart, this fairy palace, as well as the human world corresponding to the fairy palace, needs him to change.

Something inexplicable, isn't it?

An Zheng suddenly became an Immortal Emperor, and he was the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down had sincere faces, and they didn't seem to be at all uncomfortable. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.

They surrendered and bowed down as if no one had any doubts in their hearts.

An Zheng looked at the group of people below, and knew in his heart that these were untrue, but if he only relied on his eyes to distinguish them, he would not see any falsehood.

The men knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.

An Zheng shook his head, telling himself not to think about anything else for the time being, he had to make a change. First of all, it is necessary to break the so-called rules formulated by the Qinglian Emperor before, and prevent anyone in the Immortal Palace from absorbing the vitality of the mortal realm.

"Tell me all the rules that Qinglian made when she was in power. ”

An Zheng commanded, and immediately someone came up with a large thick book in both hands, which looked to be at least a foot thick. The immortal put the book on the table in front of An Zheng, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Emperor, this is the original Qinglian Emperor...... The code formulated by Qinglian is here. ”

An Zheng sighed and looked at the one-foot-thick codex. How far is this person obsessed with power to come up with such a thick code of laws alone?

An Zheng: "You all retreat, I'll see for myself." ”

"Yes!"

Everyone got up and stepped out in an orderly manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was quiet and panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, and there was a feeling of loss in his heart. It felt inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the codex.

For a full day, An Zheng didn't do anything else, just looked at the code to choose the unfair, and then he found that most of the provisions were aimed at the human world, An Zheng was dizzy and dizzy, and the anger in his heart became stronger and stronger.

By the next morning, when those immortals poured into the main hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He looked up at the people who were rushing in, and then continued to look down at the codex.

The noise below quickly stretched his patience to the extreme, and he grabbed the Codex and threw it out.

"Abolish them all!"

An Zheng roared, feeling that his voice was a little hoarse. Almost a day and a night without rest, engrossed in looking at those disgusting laws, An Zheng felt that he was about to explode.

"All the rules that Qinglian made before are all invalid. ”

An Zheng commanded, and no one below questioned it. All of them bowed down and accepted the command of Anzheng. An attendant trotted over, picked up the codex, and threw it into the brazier.

"Emperor, since the old code has been abolished, please make a new code. ”

The middle-aged man holding the pagoda in his hand lowered his head and said, "Whether it is the fairy palace or the human world, you can't go without rules for a day.

An Zhengyi waved his hand: "I'm tired, you come to make rules, think about it and let me see, just a little ...... It must be fair and just. ”

After An Zheng finished speaking, he got up and left the main hall, walking aimlessly on the street. He didn't know where he was supposed to go, and he always felt like he had forgotten something. But soon he had to return to the great hall. Because those people don't know what rules to make at all, they have been ruled by Qinglian for too long, and their thinking is completely Qinglian's thinking.

After the struggle, come by yourself, think one by one, and improve one by one. For this one thing alone, An Zheng lasted for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.

Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals are not used to it, Anzheng has to handle everything by himself, and he has to complete everything himself. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the thinking of these so-called immortals.

These people have been with Qinglian for too many years, and they have been completely assimilated by Qinglian's thoughts, and An Zheng must change these people. This is a more worrying thing than the written code, and once An Zheng falls into it, he can only sink into it.

Day after day.

I don't know how long it has been, An Zheng finished dealing with the folds submitted by the people below, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and suddenly his heart moved, he felt that he had forgotten something.

But soon, he was entangled in trivial matters again. Every day he sat on that throne, watched the recitals, listened to the reports, discerned from them which were true and which were lies, and then made judgments and arrangements. Everything needs to be solved by him himself, and all his time is devoted to it.

It was another early morning, An Zheng raised his head to look at the rising sun in the distance, raised his hand and pinched his forehead, and then his heart moved again...... What the hell have I forgotten?

An Zheng asked himself, but for a moment he had no way to give himself an answer. He didn't know what he had forgotten, but this feeling of having forgotten something came up every day. Inexplicably, An Zheng felt that he must be too tired.

The days went on like this, and the Asgard Palace was in order under the governance of An Zheng. As for the human realm under the Asgard Palace, it has gained great freedom. An Zheng opened the prohibition between the human realm and the immortal palace, as long as the cultivation power reached this point, he could enter the immortal palace, and the immortal must take turns to go down to the human realm to preside over the order.

The immortals who went to the human world were still used to being high up and taking killing people seriously, so An Zheng killed those immortals. Cultivators who come up from the human realm, because they are accustomed to suffering, are ready to enjoy and enslave others, and such people are also killed by An Zheng.

An Zheng's life is stuck in the cycle of watching and judging and killing people every day.

There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very chic pavilion halfway up the hill. In the pavilion was a round wooden table, which looked like sandalwood, which had been around for some years, and was black and purple.

Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ziluo, who was dozing off from her: "What do you think of him?"

"Who?"

"Who else could it be. ”

"Oh...... The only Immortal Emperor, I heard that he did a good job. This person is very decisive and resolute. And I do everything by myself, so I think it's much better than before. ”

Xuanyuan smiled: "But in this case, how long do you think he can hold on?"

"What lasts long?"

Xuanyuan sighed: "You can't do something serious?"

Ziluo: "I feel like I'm serious every day I live. ”

Xuanyuan took a sip of tea and said: "You are different from me, you have no desires, unless you are a Taoist, it is impossible for others to influence you." But I can't, I've been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret realm, even if it is a secret realm, what if it is? You and I are not tools for other people's training. So at that time, I made the same choice as you and handed over my status to An Zheng. ”

"Look at him now, he is about to become the same person as Qinglian. ”

Ziluo: "No, they're different. ”

Regulus: "I'm not saying that the personality becomes the same, but that I do things. They don't trust anyone else, so they have to do everything on their own. There's no time to sleep, there's no time to practice, there's no time to do anything else. Why was Qinglian so easily killed by An Zheng? Because he had been abandoned for 3,000 years. ”

He looked at Ziluo: "How long do you think that An Zheng can last?"

Ziluo: "Maybe it's much longer than Qinglian, what's ...... You want to take the throne back?"

Xuanyuan: "Of course I do, but I'm not in a hurry. I practice regularly, rest regularly, eat regularly, walk and drink tea regularly, and I force myself to live the most stable life because I have to survive. I want to make myself better, and when the time comes, I can wait for An Zheng to surrender to me in the position of the victor, and then I will not allow him to surrender and kill him. ”

Xuanyuan stretched his waist: "I have already overturned all the rules set by Qinglian, and now there is someone who has just helped me finish all these things, why don't I watch it?"

Ziluo: "Qinglian is evil, you are bad." ”

He stood up and stretched: "I'm leaving, he continues to dream his big dreams, you continue to dream your big dreams." Both of you are so tired that I don't want to come near in the slightest. ”

"Tiredness is contagious. ”

Ziluo dropped such a sentence, and then pulled her shoes and walked away lazily.

Xuanyuan looked at Ziluo's back and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand, you will never understand." ”

At night, An Zheng watched those immortals leave, and then lay on the table and rested for a while with his eyes closed. He felt like he was finally asleep, but after falling asleep he began to dream. There are many vague figures in the dream, which seem to be walking back and forth in front of me. It seems that there are still a few people shouting, and I don't know what they are shouting.

An Zheng sat up violently, looked at the folds piled up on the table, and frowned slightly.

Where is there time to sleep, there are still so many people suffering waiting for him to deal with.

Am I forgetting something?

An Zheng's brows furrowed even deeper, and the number of times this feeling appeared recently was much less. It used to be a lot of times a day, but now it's only once every few days. An Zheng never remembered what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

The days that followed, An Zheng sat on that throne for almost all the time, almost never leaving. He sat there, either burying his head in official business, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of those immortals. Time became fast and fast, and the sun and moon seemed to alternate in front of him often.

Am I forgetting something?

An Zheng raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window, and then shook his head: "I haven't forgotten anything, I'm doing what I'm supposed to do every day." I'm changing the world, I'm making a new order, and that's what I've always wanted to do. ”

"Yes!"

An Zheng nodded heavily: "This is what I have always wanted to do, to bring more fairness and justice to this world." ”

His eyes were not firm, but the feeling of forgetting something was rare.

Gradually, An Zheng really became a ruler, a dictator.

Xuanyuan, who was recuperating halfway up the mountain, looked at the side of the main hall, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger: "It's almost ...... It's almost that time. ”

When, when, when, when......

An Zheng raised his head violently to look outside, and seemed to hear a continuous sound of bells.

Is that a bell?

An Zheng stood up, but he didn't succeed. He tried again and felt physically strange. He looked down...... Then he was horrified to find that his body and the throne had merged, and the throne had become a part of him.