The gains of this life are all paid on this knife.

Don't ask the people, don't ask about ghosts and gods, just ask yourself.

You have endured for 30 years, and you have been a wreck for so many years, but you are still a bird in a cage, my future is confused, and the truth I thought I found was subverted again.

There is no road, the sky is not the sky, the world is not the world, the gods are above, the destiny of heaven is above, in my view...

Boom!

The raging air exploded.

The sound shook all directions.

The four corners of the land, mountains and rivers are full of cracks under the pressure of this emperor.

The crevices poured into the silent moonlight.

"But that's it. ”

When he said these four words, Xia Ji raised his head, and he couldn't speak in the fierce battle, because he would be discouraged if he said it, but he said it, because his knife had already been shot the moment he spoke.

Where the knife goes, the Son of Heaven will be there.

Mountains and rivers and towns, such majestic and vast forces suddenly appeared from the heights and suppressed him.

It is a fourfold Dharma phase composed of "mountains and rivers", "white dragon", "flame" and "golden light", and the Dharma phase is transformed into a fist, and the fist is power.

The Son of Heaven wanted to take power, but he could only clench his fists.

"Pathetic. ”

Xia Ji said two more words.

It's a man's sympathy for another man.

In any case, he has endured it for thirty years, this is a real man, but it is a pity that he doesn't know that these thirty years have consumed his fighting spirit and his courage, so that he obviously has a huge amount of strength, but his fists have been weak.

The fist of the fourfold dharma phase fell.

The throwing knives also shot out.

This knife, a thousand styles, is a mixture of all skills.

This knife, four phases in one, contains all the power.

With this knife, the three Buddhas were shattered, and only one teenager was left.

The knife wasn't sharp, it was almost equal to nothing compared to the coercion of the fist, but it had already passed through the fist as fast as it could, through the man behind it.

When the Son of Heaven had already sensed the horror of this knife, his right fist had been split into two halves, and in the bones of the two points, the blood and energy rushed back to stop it.

But the knife,

devastating,

Tear to the end,

It pierced through the forearm of the Son of Heaven and pierced into his heart, leaking out from behind him, bringing out a cloud of blood, like a dream bubble, and then dissipated again.

Boom.

Xia Taiqian fell, knelt on the ground, and coughed a few times,

He couldn't believe it,

He didn't believe he was going to lose,

Otherwise, he would not have made an appointment with Xia Ji alone.

But he lost,

Death has come,

And he finally accepted the reality with difficulty,

His countenance grew old for a moment,

Hoarseness:

"What is this knife called?"

"Slash the gods. ”

"You created it?"

"No, you created it, but the knife is not perfect, otherwise you should not have seen it. ”

"Amazing, amazing! Why aren't you my son?!"

Xia Taiqian spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he no longer covered his chest, it was useless.

He fell backwards to the ground, his heart slashed by the sword.

The form that had barely condensed before exploded into a blood mist at this time, and the last wisp of blood was being transmitted to his body, although he deliberately slowed down the speed, but once it was transmitted, it was death.

Xia Ji suddenly asked, "What is the ancestral dragon?"

This is an important question.

If the ancestral dragon is unique to the royal bloodline, then the rest of the princes and princesses are not of the royal bloodline, why do they have the empowerment of the ancestral dragon?

Xia Taiqian glanced at the young prince, revealing a strange look, how smart and agile his mind was, he could deduce the whole picture just by looking at the tip of the iceberg.

If Xia Ji saw Zu Long, then Zu Long would naturally tell him the reason, in other words, he was not empowered by Zu Long, and even Xia Xiaosu was not empowered, otherwise Xia Xiaosu would have told him,

So what does this mean?

This means that the ancestral dragon... Is it a game?

Xia Taiqian's face showed a touch of sadness, but he squeezed out a smile and said: "Come here, let go of your heart, I will pass on my memory and strength to you, and you will know it." You win, help me kill them..."

Xia Ji saw his eccentricity, saw his sadness, and heard his words, but he didn't step forward, but said: "People are dying and their words are good, is this what you said in your last words?"

Xia Taiqian knew that his thoughts had been recognized, smiled self-deprecatingly, and no longer looked at Xia Ji, but looked up to the sky and said: "Right and wrong, success or failure turn empty, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times, thirty years of fame, thirty years of dreams, dust to dust, earth to earth...... Xia Ji, kill them!!"

At the end, he shouted the last four words with a force that was almost like a roar, and then his voice stopped abruptly, and the hatred was endless.

He had no one to entrust him but to his killer, and then his head tilted and he fell into the dust, his eyes staring at him and refusing to close them, as if waiting for the other person to answer.

Xia Ji didn't help him close his eyes, he couldn't bare his eyes anymore, so he just kept it open.

He looked up at the moonlight, and thought of the woman who was pregnant with him for ten months and had the grace of fertility and nurturing him.

The woman was very beautiful, with long hair and waist-length, full of fairy spirit, and she was full of country and city.

The woman would tell him stories, cook ice plum and sour jujube soup to cool him off, carefully protect him during autumn hunting, prepare winter clothes for him, kneel in front of others and plead for him.

You raise me young, I raise you old, but unfortunately, Huangquan is separated, life and death are boundless, and I can't do it myself.

Thoughts flashed,

He said softly: "Mother, I have avenged your revenge." ”

"But it didn't pay off. ”

"The trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop, they want to use their sons, and the sons will catch them along the vines..."

"Under the nine springs, let's be safe first, my son will send a lot of people down to accompany you. ”

He took out the three pillars of incense from the dark gold cloak, his fingers swept slightly, and the fire ignited.

At this moment, a fire suddenly appeared at the entrance of the valley.

Around the deep valley, hundreds of walls are standing, and there are already hurried footsteps on the slope.

Since the Son of Heaven is a caged finch, then such a caged finch will naturally not be less cage watchers.

It's just that if today's Son of Heaven has been chosen, the Mandate of Heaven has been decided, and this Son of Heaven is useless, and he will die if he dies, they may be looking at themselves or the Son of Heaven, which is more suitable to be a whetstone.

The dark valley was clearly illuminated by the little light rushed into the valley, and on the top of the mountain around the valley, the firelight was like a red python coiled into a circle and a circle, pouting and looking down on him.

The top of the hill was full of soldiers.

The person who came in from Taniguchi was a monk with handsome eyebrows and peach blossoms.

The moment Xia Ji saw him, he already knew the identity of this monk in his heart, he should be the monk that the prince saw in the imperial study of the Son of Heaven, and he was also the one who caused the fiasco of the 100,000 army in Fengwolf Pass, so it was not only the Son of Heaven who killed the prince and released the aliens, but also the acquiescence of the family, right?

"Amitabha!"

A trumpet sounded like thunder.

The monk had angry eyes on his face and raised his voice: "The donor actually killed his father?!"

There was also a commotion among the tens of thousands of soldiers.

Everyone saw the Son of Heaven lying in a pool of blood, and the young man standing beside the Son of Heaven.

Xia Ji remembered what the dead man in front of him said.

This is the name they give you.

No evidence is required.

Nothing is needed.

They say you are what you are, and you are what you are.

It's not right, it's right.

It's that they're strong and you're weak.

If you're trying to prove you're right, you're just going to get a lot of laughter.

To be weak is to sin.

Xia Ji didn't answer, looked at the handsome monk, and asked, "Has the monk seen the Western Heavenly Bliss?"