All of this Lin Cheng felt as if it was full of illusory flavor, and pinched his face vigorously, the tearing pain told Lin Cheng alive that all the things he was experiencing now were not dreams, and what was happening in front of him now was flesh and blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This, this, this !!!".

Trying hard to make himself sensible, he took a few deep breaths, and Lin Cheng asked the old man.

"I don't know what the situation is like out there now."

"Back to the king of Changping County, the communication between Zhengui Pass and the imperial capital was completely cut off as early as a month ago, and the last news we got here is that the army of the Netherworld Realm and the army of the Qingyuan Realm have attacked the imperial capital together, as for the situation after that, we have no way of knowing."

The old man chattered like this, the eyes of the other people around him were still as dull as ever, Lin Cheng listened attentively, although he didn't know why the Qingyuan Realm suddenly came out to wade in a pool of muddy water at this time, but Lin Cheng knew that the Bingcang Empire was really over.

Unwillingly, he took out the letter again, Lin Chengzai read it carefully, this time, Lin Cheng seemed to have noticed a slight difference, his eyes were slightly condensed, his purple eyes opened quietly, and Lin Cheng's expression suddenly became calm.

Lin Cheng himself remembered his father's handwriting, if he wanted to say that the handwriting was imitated, there must be many people in this world who could do it, but the fluctuation of his father's unique vindictive spirit in this handwriting was something that no one could imitate.

If it weren't for Lin Cheng's eyes that had cultivated purple eyes and broken through the eyes, and his eyesight was far beyond ordinary people, I am afraid that Lin Cheng would not have found the clues in this if he was killed.

At the end of each sentence, Lin Batian wrote a golden word with Douqi, which was compressed and molded, and the material of the font and paper was completely integrated.

Unless it is a strong person whose strength far exceeds Lin Batian's strength to carefully examine it with his soul power, or if he cultivates some kind of particularly advanced eye fighting technique, otherwise, this secret will not be discovered, and what fighting skills his son has practiced Lin Batian himself naturally knows, so Lin Batian boldly used this method.

Putting these golden words together, they made up such a sentence.

"Wu'er fled quickly when he saw the letter, this destruction of the country is related to the Nine Dragons Emperor thousands of years ago!"

The milky white flame of the palm rose sharply, and the letter was burned clean by Lin Cheng.

"Have you found any news about the reincarnation of Emperor Jiulong?"

In the imperial capital, the chaos is everywhere, the flames of war and gunpowder are devouring this ancient city that has stood for thousands of years step by step, the shouts of children, the roars of soldiers, the tearing sound after the fighting spirit, all kinds of poignant sounds seem to be playing the most poignant music for the demise of this empire.

In the inner city of the palace, the body of the Emperor Bingheng fell on the white jade road outside the court, a pair of tiger eyes widened, the golden dragon sword that symbolized the imperial power was thrown aside, the wounds on the body were very hideous, and the blood soaked the white jade road under him.

Maybe he was unwilling, maybe he once struggled to resist, but unfortunately, in the end, he still became a corpse, and he still failed to save the fate of the Bingcang Empire after all.

"The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies, but he does not live up to the prestige of the kings of the Bingcang Empire!"

Mr. Wutong just looked at the Ice Heng Emperor Lord lying on the ground quietly, sighed softly, waved his hand, and the left and right sergeants stepped forward and casually lifted the body of the Ice Heng Emperor Lord and threw it into a carriage.

The carriage was pulled by the soldiers of the Bingcang Empire who died in battle, perhaps, this is fate, the loyal soldier Mingjun, but he can't stop the ministers from defecting to the enemy and treason.

"Mr. Wutong, have you found any clues about the reincarnation of Emperor Jiulong?"

A blue-bearded and blue-eyed, nine-zhang tall majestic man walked in front of Mr. Wutong and said respectfully, this person is Xiahou Quan, the leading general of the Qingyuan Realm, and the army attacking the imperial capital this time is led by him, the Emperor Bingheng, and finally died in his hands.

"Nope,".

Slowly picking up the golden dragon sword on the ground, Mr. Wutong said calmly.

"After the heavenly divination, I estimated that he should still be within the scope of this Bingcang Empire."

With a flick of his fingers, the blade of the Golden Dragon Sword was as crisp as a beautiful piece of music, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Mr. Wutong's mouth.

"But don't look for it, I'm afraid the sword heart of the Yan Realm has already gone."

"Alas, it's a pity, the treasure of the Nine Dragons Emperor fell into that person's hands, alas."

Although he beat his chest and called it a pity, Xiahou Quan didn't dare to refute Mr. Wutong, the strength of the Yanjing family, he knew better than anyone else, who Jian Xiaoxin was, and he had already heard of it, not to mention that Mr. Wutong said this.

You know, if it weren't for Mr. Wutong's Nine Dragons Demon Evil in the Ice Cangjing, I'm afraid that it would be their Qingyuan Realm that would have been destroyed this time.

Mr. Wutong, a god of heaven, has no door and no faction, and between heaven and earth, there will always be only one Mr. Wutong, no one knows when they completed the inheritance handover, and no one knows what conditions are required to become Mr. Wutong, and no one knows where those former gods and men have gone when the new Mr. Wutong appears.

The only thing I know is that every word Mr. Wutong said, and everything he expected, was correct, and he never missed it since time immemorial."

"Haunted and unfathomable".

This is the most direct evaluation of the five links and one pulse of the eight realms.

"According to the guidance of the faucet, it should be here."

The figure slowly descended from mid-air, the ground was covered with blood, and every sergeant who stabbed the blade into the heart of the enemy roared unwillingly, looking at the corpses all over the ground, the expression of the sword Xiaoxin did not change in the slightest.

Straight through the middle of the battlefield of the two armies, every step of the sword heart, invisible fluctuations swept away along the place where the footsteps were stepped, within a radius of ten zhang, not an inch of grass was left.

On the battlefield where these two armies blended, Jian Xiaoxin stepped out of a no-man's road, and everywhere he went, he was frightened by the sergeant who had risen up to kill in terror and avoided, and the strange fiery red robe looked even more evil under the background of this blood mist.

Step by step, he walked to the gate of the ghost gate, slowly raised his right hand and gently stroked the vicissitudes of life on the gate, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Without the support of a real strong man, no matter how strong a weapon is, it is just a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron."

As if laughing at himself, as if he was sarcastic, the fiery red light slowly diffused from the palm of the sword flute, bang!, with a loud bang, the door of the ghost suppression opened.

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