"The name is set, Wen Zhao, King Qin Wen Zhao, beautiful name!"

In the Taiping Palace, Yuan Chengfeng quietly walked into the Ice and Fire Pool Cave Mansion and looked at the silent junior sister in the past few days.

Ji Jiuwei's body has recovered a lot, but his hair has turned half gray overnight, and there is no expression on his face, and he doesn't eat or speak.

The brothers and sisters around them are distressed, but they can only accompany them often to prevent accidents.

If you say that the saddest person in the world, it is none other than Ji Jiuwei, who is secretly recuperating from his injuries.

No one can understand the pain of losing a husband at an early age and a child in middle age.

"Senior sister! Cry out, it'll feel better. Yuan Chengfeng sighed.

"I've only been with him for two months, I'm not a good mother!"

Ji Jiuwei really cried, crying heartbreakingly, she has always been a person with clear love and hate, and an arrogant and pungent personality, and she can't stand it anymore at the moment.

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Then his body was like a phoenix, and he struck Yuan Chengfeng with one palm, and cursed angrily: "You wolf-hearted thing, without my son, how can you waste firewood enter the earth immortals, Dugu Hongye, Qingtong and those evil seeds persecute my son, why don't you help, you bastard thing, get out!"

There are only one of the people who have persecuted my son in this world, and no one wants to live! ”

……

"There are twelve martial arts in the world, and Jiang Yuqing has ten fights!"

"And the other two?"

"We owe him!"

This is the evaluation of martial artists from all over the Great Zhou.

……

Jiang Yuqing, the king of Qin, was called Wenzhao, the king of Qin Wenzhao, and was buried with the gift of the Son of Heaven, and entered the Jiang family temple, starting from the first column in the east!

This news slightly appeased the Western Qin civil and military, the people and the million-strong army, and then the funeral ceremony was presided over by Jiang Hu, Jiang Yong, and Jiang Yugui, and the eldest princess of Shengping asked about everything one by one!

It's just that in the land of Western Qin, there is no longer the figure of Fulongshan and the five maids under the throne of Qin.

……

Trap Jun Mountain.

Towering ups and downs, stretching for thousands of miles.

The jade gate that entered the mountain is gone.

At the foot of the mountain, a spiritual shed was erected.

Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Jiulang, Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, Sai Qingzhu, Ying Jianying, Xiongpaw, sweet potato, yam and others knelt among them.

A group of people have been crying and fainting countless times.

Just as Xin Zhuo worried, their hearts were empty, and their spirits had no sustenance.

When Xin Zhuo was there, they felt that life was full of beauty, the future was full of hope, and life was delicious.

Xin Zhuo was gone, and suddenly found that everything was boring, everything was like a mirror, the Jiang family was not a place to be, and Xiqin did not seem to be a place to live.

It turns out that it can really be because of a person's departure, and the whole life is empty.

All that is left for them is memory.

The pain in my heart was terrible, and the pain was incomprehensible.

Not even hatred can be piled up.

To whom will you take revenge? To the sky?

Even they didn't even see their last face, and there were no bones left.

After a long time, Cui Ying'er looked at the thin figure in front of her, she had been standing quietly in the place where the jade gate disappeared for several days, she had never moved, and the tears on her face had never dried.

She suddenly discovered that she was the girl she was most worried about before her death, and she was also the person who was most worried about the big boss!

She wiped the corners of her eyes, sighed lightly, got up and walked over: "Miss Su......"

I don't know what to say.

"He must not be dead, he must be playing a big joke with everyone! He's a monkey spirit, you don't understand. Su Miaojin chuckled, but her eyes were full of sadness and numbness.

Cui Ying'er felt as if everything was superfluous, so she had to stand with her.

And at the highest point of the hill ahead, there was a whimper, the little yellow figure, kneeling on the ground, with a thick human sadness on its face, it was Xiao Huang, it had been kneeling for a few days, and it had not moved at all, and no one was allowed to touch it, it had to kneel all the time, waiting for its master, and it would not leave!

In a col in the distance, there was a beautiful figure standing, a green dress swaying in the wind, she had also been standing for three days, her face was dry and wet, wet and dry.

Fold the swallow!

"I don't hate you anymore, come back."

……

"Old ghost, did you say Jiang Yuqing is dead?"

In the distance, Li Guangling, Huang Taigai and Jiang Yong stood with their hands in their hands, burning paper money, martial arts cheats, and earth immortal magic on the side.

It was Huang Taigai who spoke, his face was hesitant, he couldn't quite accept that the kid who was against the sky suddenly collapsed.

Li Guangling showed a trace of hesitation on his face, frankly speaking, he was also in the lake, he just thought that Jiang Yuqing had a good talent, and he happened to hear about Deng Taixuan, the two of them were very similar, and they just gave him an idea.

What was inside, what was going on, and how did he know?

Looking at Huang Taigai and Jiang Yong's expectant faces, he hesitated: "Maybe...... Not dead? ”

"Odds?"

"One heavy? Two? ”

There was a wind blowing, blowing Huang Taigai and Jiang Yong's gloomy old faces.

After a long time, Huang Taigai waved his sleeves: "King Jiang Yuqing of Qin is a sage after all!" Alas! ”

……

Confused, dizzy, as if there were countless pictures flashing in front of him, and as if he couldn't see anything clearly, his body was extremely sore, and finally turned into cold water.

I don't know how long it took, Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and didn't die?

Just when the sky is full of snow, the sky and the earth are covered with heavy makeup, this is a ...... A place similar to a seowon, next to it is a precept monument.

On the opposite side, a faintly familiar fat man was holding a big knife at himself.

There are quite a few people around.

He looked around in surprise, and a big question mark appeared in his mind.

On the opposite side are Qin Yuliu, Jiang Fuzi, Xu Fuzi, Pu Jing, Pu Ming and others, haven't they been imprisoned and abolished?

Next door is a group of ...... Bai Xuanji, He Liancheng, Feng Sanbao and other Yikui Shesheng, they?

On the opposite wall knelt Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu and others.

"Autumn Palace Pavilion?"

He finally thought of where this was, and his brain couldn't help but roar.

Why did you come back to this place of the hell?

He pinched himself hard, well, it hurts, and grabbed a handful of snow, very icy!

True!

"Good! Kill you alone! ”

The person in front spoke.

He finally remembered the little person who looked like a pear and had long been forgotten in the back of his mind, the pear master!

Autumn Palace Pavilion, the humiliation of that day......

Why am I back here?

He thought about it carefully, thought about it carefully, and still couldn't figure it out, he tried to run the mental method, but he couldn't work at all, and his whole body was extremely weak, and it seemed that he was still in the seven-rank realm.

It seemed that there was a voice in his head, or maybe it was simply his own voice-

Where is there any eldest grandson of the Jiang family, where is there any King of Qin, where is there any meritorious master, peerless, all of this is just a fantasy that a little thief and a little person is unwilling to die for!

Unspeakable humility and fear fill my heart!

"Die!"

The big knife like the door panel of the pear master, wrapped in the true qi of the five elements of reversal, slashed at his head heavily.

It's close!

Death seems to be only in an instant!

A strong unwillingness and anger arose in his heart: "Idiot, lowly thing, give me death!"

jumped up, stretched out two fingers and grabbed the big knife, with a little force, it was broken into two, the broken blade flew, went straight to the neck of the pear master, and in a flash, cut off his head.

"Poof!" Blood splattered the snow red, and heads rolled out of the distance.

Xin Zhuo turned a deaf ear, and forced Qin Yuliu and the others step by step: "I, Xin Zhuo, the sky cannot be killed, the earth cannot be destroyed, and if I want to die, I will die myself, how can you pigs and dogs, sluts from other worlds be killed?"

waved his hand and slapped it, his palm was like a dragon, killing seven people with one palm, and the corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Pick up the knife with his foot again, lightly, and go straight to Ji Yingyue in the crowd, ignoring her surprise, and cutting off her head alive!

At a little under his feet, he was already in mid-air, and he looked at the attic coldly: "Dongfang, extinguishing the soul, cheap things, give me death!"

Reaching out and pointing, the Blood Transformation Divine Knife wrapped the sky full of blood red, cracked open the attic with one knife, and then cut off the heads of Dongfang and the Soul Destroyer.

Blood splattered and stained the sky red!

Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and opened them for a while before looking around: "Disperse!"

"Hum—"

The snowflakes in the sky, the precept monuments, the students, the Autumn Palace Pavilion, and so on all melted and disappeared.

"Huh?"

I heard someone not far away exclaiming, "Wake up again!"

"How many years to wake up?"

"Only nine days!"

"No...... Wrong! ”