Emperor Zheng stood with his hands in his hands, with his back to the main entrance of the temple. On his side were the uneasy crown prince Qin Xian and Xiao Jin with a complicated expression.

Emperor Zheng slowly spoke: "What a Xiao family, full of loyalty. is a good Xiao Lie, eagle and wolf. From the time he killed his wife to show his loyalty, I should have known ......"

Xiao Yu stopped, leaned on his sword, and said flatly: "It's late." ”

Emperor Zheng turned around, looking a little tired, but he still maintained the imperial prestige in general.

Emperor Zheng straightened his robe and asked, "Shangguan Xianchen, who is invincible in the world, has been defeated?"

Xiao Yu pointed to the purple halo outside the hall and said slowly, "Not yet, but it's soon." ”

In front of the tablets of the first emperors of the Great Zheng Dynasty, Emperor Zheng stood in the center of the main hall and was silent.

Xiao Jin and Qin Xian stood behind Emperor Zheng.

Xiao Jin's face was expressionless.

Qin Xian's uneasiness gradually expanded, and he finally couldn't help sobbing.

Xiao Yu showed a sneering look on his face, and sneered: "This is your prince?"

At this time, Da Zheng is not to say that the wind and rain are shaky, but it is also internal and external troubles, there are herdsmen in the northeast and northwest and Xiao Yu to separate, and there are even more Hou Jian eyeing the tiger, and the court is a genuine minister like Xiao Lie, even if there is no change in today's Taimiao, after a hundred years, how can Qin Xian deal with this erosive situation?

Emperor Zheng's face was very ugly, this forty-year-old man of Yuyu couldn't remember how long no one dared to speak to him like this, the last time he lost face was twenty years ago, Zhang Jiangling, the first assistant of the cabinet, reprimanded him in public, and then he let Zhang Jiangling die. Twenty years later, when he was dying, the second "Zhang Jiangling" jumped out again.

Emperor Zheng did not speak.

Xiao Yu's smile turned cold, and he said coldly: "There is enough gossip, Your Majesty should go on the road." ”

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Xiao Yu said expressionlessly: "Zi Shuiyang, take the crown prince and Xiao Ergongzi out and hand them over to An Guogong." ”

Zi Shuiyang bowed down to receive the order, and walked towards Qin Xian and Xiao Jin.

Qin Xian's face was pale, and he kept looking at his father.

Emperor Zheng smiled, his smile was bleak, "Go ahead, you can still stay alive." ”

After a while, Zi Shuiyang withdrew from the Taimiao with the two of them, and the gate of the Taimiao slowly closed, leaving only Xiao Yu and Emperor Zheng.

Emperor Zheng looked at Xiao Yu, and his voice could not hide the desolation of being unable to return to heaven and accept his fate, "What happened back then ......"

Emperor Zheng also clearly remembered the massacre five years ago, especially the prince and prince, a Confucian who was famous in the court and the opposition, remembered his hard work, and was extraordinarily gracious, giving him a cup of poisonous wine and leaving a whole corpse.

At the same time, the son-in-law of the Great Confucian, An Guogong, who was favored by him, also let his wife drink a glass of poisoned wine in his own home, as a way to show him loyalty.

At that time, he believed it, not only did he implicate the Xiao family, but even let An Guogong take charge of the secret guard, and even left his son.

Emperor Zheng came back to his senses and looked at Xiao Yu's face. At this time, it is inevitable to regret and helpless, but in the end, I still accept my fate.

Since ancient times, it is better to become a king and defeat a villain.

Emperor Zheng's hands hidden under his sleeves suddenly clenched into fists.

It's just that Da Zheng in the future is about to change hands.

After Emperor Zheng let out a long sigh, he suddenly smiled, "I spared your life back then, maybe I will die like an emperor today?"

Xiao Yu was silent for a long time and said a good word.

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There was a steady stream of thunder in the sky.

In the battle for the same realm, there are first and last, and most of the fight in the end is the foundation of the competition.

The green mangs of the Qingping Sword finally faded away, and they were completely submerged by the mighty purple qi.

Shangguan Xianchen suddenly grabbed Zhu Xian, completely dispersed the Qingping magic sword, and let Hongmeng's purple qi come to him.

He still has the last sword.

Sword thirty-six.

However, this time, Zichen Zhenren did not let him go.

Zichen Zhenren smiled faintly, and waved his head to the right side, and a middle-aged Taoist with black hair and black beard floated out on the right, probably not confused about his age, holding a banner in his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist returned the salute to Zichen and said solemnly: "Brother Zichen Dao, Poor Daoist is here to help you suppress this fang!"

Zichen Zhenren was looking at the left-hand side, and a gray-haired Taoist floated out on the left, about the age of Jiazi, with a fairy wind dao bone, holding a scroll in his hand.

The Taoist also returned the salute and said with a smile: "Brother Zichen Dao, the poor Dao has also come to do his part." ”

In the end, Zichen Zhenren looked forward, and an elderly Taoist with white hair and white beard appeared cross-legged above Zichen Zhenren, holding a small exquisite tower in his hand.

The old Daoist nodded slightly at the Palm Sect Zhenren, "Purple Dust Daoist, the poor Dao is polite." ”

One gasification and three clearances.

Zichen Daoist waved his hand to brush the dust, and said softly: "In this way, there are three Taoist friends." ”

The black-haired and black-bearded middle-aged Taoist took the lead in waving the flag in his hand, and there was black jade condensation in the sky, and thunder sounded continuously.

After the thunder, there was a vast thunder pool condensed by three hundred and sixty thunder beads!

The Huajia Daoist who followed closely behind, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his right hand holding the long scroll, and then the scroll slowly unfolded.

A splendid picture scroll almost indistinguishable from heaven and earth spreads out.

In the picture scroll, there are sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, plants and trees, flowers, birds, fish and insects. The sun and the moon rise in the east and set in the west, the stars disappear and flash, the mountains and rivers have vicissitudes of life, and the plants and trees have life and death.

The Huajia Daoist smiled at the Sword Sect Sect Master not far away: "Shangguan Xianchen, since you are known to be invincible, would you like to take a trip with the poor Dao into the painting?"

Shangguan Xianchen frowned and remained silent.

Twenty years ago, Zichen Zhenren had not used this miraculous power of gasification and Sanqing, although it was recorded in the classics of the sect, but it was only a few words, and the last words of the ancestor were jerky and difficult to understand, and he also knew nothing about it.

Since you can't figure it out, you just don't want to, everything in the world is just a matter of a sword.

Shangguan Xianchen closed his eyes and concentrated, raised his hand to punish the immortals, and the sword intent was monstrous.

The old Taoist who had not moved all this time suddenly threw the pagoda in his hand towards the sky.

The delicate small tower drips and rotates, every time you spin a punch, the body size will be a little bigger, and when you really fly above the nine heavens, it is already the same as the real pagoda, and the seven-layer colorful tower body hangs down thousands of tassels.

The thirty-sixth sword failed to be used after all.

Zichen Zhenren suddenly came to Shangguan Xianchen and slapped his palm on his heavenly spirit.

No matter how he is alone in the world, he can't stop Zichen Zhenren, the real number one person in the world, from going all out.

Shangguan Xianchen's whole body qi collapsed sharply under this beat, and his white hair fluttered wildly.

The original monstrous sword intent suddenly dissipated.

The pagoda fell from the sky.

shrouded Zichen Zhenren and Shangguan Xianchen all under it.

The two of them were sucked into the pagoda without any resistance.

With an expressionless face, the old Taoist waved his sleeves and swung the pagoda into the long scroll that had been fully unfolded.

The pagoda flew into the scroll and landed on the top of a high mountain, and then the scroll, which had been constantly changing, suddenly stood still, and really became an ink painting.

The Huajia Daoist stretched out his hand to roll this picture scroll, reproduced it into a long axis, and threw it into the vast thunder pool.

The thunder pool dissipates invisible.

The three Immortal Daoists also disappeared without a trace.