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There is a ship in the ocean.

The second prince of Daxizhou stood at the bow of the ship, his clothes fluttering, his eyebrows deeply locked, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mu Jiu Shi sat in the cabin, looking back from time to time at the time when he had come, and his expression was a little sad.

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For the creek, the Red River is extremely wide, no different from the ocean.

And from the Luoxing Mountain Range to the White Emperor City, the stream becomes the Red River.

From the pier to the alleyway to the plaza to the meadow of the castle tower, there are kneeling people everywhere, like a tide.

The White Emperor returned to the White Emperor City.

Instead of going straight back to the Imperial City, he chose to take a boat.

From the shore to the imperial city, the road is extremely open.

He walked slowly among the people of the demon clan like a tide, holding his hands, his expression was not eager, as if he just wanted to see if there was anything different in the old city that he hadn't seen for several years.

During the time he walked freely in the White Emperor City, the ministers who were still loyal to Madame Mu either committed suicide or had their heads cut off by their relatives.

The most elite Red River Demon Guards, after several extremely fierce conflicts, also knelt in front of the Imperial City, their knees covered in blood, from their once closest colleagues.

There is no real battle, and it is calmer and faster than a rumor.

He didn't say anything, and everything was settled.

Because this was originally his city.

All the streets and alleys of this city, the mottled old stones on the stone walls, have their breath of him.

All those breaths were now in his body.

His figure grew taller and taller, and his aura became more and more powerful.

The Yujing beast in the river hummed in a low voice, indicating surrender and welcome.

The black vulture in the pavilion buried its head in its wings, and trembled with fear.

He was already the most powerful existence in heaven and earth, and at this time, he exuded a breath silently, and he even gave birth to a feeling of domineering.

The entire White Emperor City, all the beings inside and outside the city, trembled before this momentum, and they didn't dare to make any sound.

In front of the Imperial City, a figure finally appeared that did not kneel.

The figure was already extremely tall, like a mountain peak.

The patriarch of the Xiang clan stood in front of the city gate, looking at the White Emperor who was getting closer and closer, and the emotions in his eyes were a little complicated.

He is the chief elder of the Council of Elders, the Xiang clan he belongs to is the largest clan of the demon clan, and he himself is the strongest demon clan other than the White Emperor and his wife.

Madame Mu took advantage of the White Emperor's serious injuries to imprison him, and now it seems that he is of course a participant and a real rebel.

No matter from which point of view, he does have the qualifications not to kneel, and there is a reason not to kneel.

The White Emperor walked up to the patriarch of the Xiang clan.

The patriarch of the Xiang clan looked at Emperor Bai's somewhat emaciated face, his expression changed slightly, and he was about to say something.

The White Emperor leaned forward slightly, as if trying to see him clearly.

It's just a very simple action, but it has an irresistible momentum.

If the patriarch of the Xiang clan is a mountain, the White Emperor is the highest snow peak in the world.

When he leaned forward, it was the snowy peak that moved forward.

He looked condescendingly at the patriarch of the Xiang clan.

It's like a god poking its head out of the snowy peak.

There was no emotion in his eyes, just a vast snowy field.

The traveler in the snowfield is gradually moving away, just like all the past and mercy, and all that remains is indifference and cold.

A flash of lightning lit up on the snowfield, illuminating the traveler's figure.

It was a flash of light in the cold black eyes.

It was a hand that fell from the sky.

The patriarch of the Xiang clan suddenly changed his eyes, roared, and crossed his arms in front of him, like two extremely thick stone pillars, and greeted that hand.

There was no fear or regret in his eyes, only shock and incomprehension, which seemed very strange.

The wind howled over the snowy fields.

Roll up a thousand piles of snow.

The wax figures on the snowy fields have collapsed.

With a soft snap, countless fine cracks appeared on the two stone pillars, and then gradually cracked.

With a loud bang, the stone walls at the edge of the main gate of the imperial city collapsed one after another, and countless stones smashed around.

The smoke and dust were so loud that they obscured all vision, and the violent aura hedged against the terrifying coercion, cutting off all divine consciousness, and no sound could come out.

Blood kept spurting out from the ears of the Xiang clan patriarch from his mouth and nose, which was particularly terrifying.

Strangely, there was not a trace of blood coming out of his completely shattered arms.

When it was time to die, he finally understood the reason for all this, and his eyes showed an incredible and painful look.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and you still refuse to believe in my loyalty!"

The desperate and angry shouts of the patriarch of the Xiang clan failed to make the expression on the White Emperor's face change in any way.

"Believe is the most useless word. ”

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The smoke and dust gradually settled, and the rolling gravel calmed down.

There were a few coughs from the depths of the imperial city, and the White Emperor should have already arrived there.

The prime minister of the demon clan and the patriarch of the scholar clan and other big figures hurriedly stepped forward and left.

Xiao De stopped and looked at the corpse of the patriarch of the Xiang clan.

Of course, someone has to be in charge of cleaning up the mess in front of the city gates, but it can't be him.

He stopped because he felt that there was something strange in the eyes of the patriarch of the Xiang clan.

The patriarch of the Xiang clan died, but did not blink.

His eyes were filled with shock and anger.

This is what Xiao De doesn't understand - the patriarch of the Xiang clan pretended to be the Holy Decree of the White Emperor during the Returning Yuan Ceremony, and even cooperated with Mrs. Mu to rebel, of course, the crime deserves death, and he himself should be very clear about this, why did he have such emotions when he was dying?

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At some point before the White Emperor returned to his city.

There's also a lot going on in the city.

For example, some people left the Falling Star Mountain Range early and returned to White Emperor City through the secret passage.

For example, some people began to make arrangements in advance, like the patriarch of the Xiang clan who died later.

He went directly to the Imperial City, without any Xiang clan masters or a loyal subordinate.

He even sent his youngest son, Xiangqiu, who was most important, to the compound not far from the manor.

Because he knows that this is the safest place, and whether this war is won by His Majesty or the Empress today, it will not affect this place.

Xiangqiu is the strongest of the younger generation of the Xiang clan, and has been practicing secret methods in the mountains since he was a child, and has an extremely rare brutal temperament of the Xiang clan, but he has little experience in the world.

He didn't understand why his father made such an arrangement, and he was ready to leave on his own and go to the imperial city to help his father, and he wanted to persuade the Demon Lord to go with him.

The Demon Lord knew what the patriarch of the Xiang clan thought, and he admired it very much, so he felt more and more stupid that Xiangqiu was stupid.

If the White Emperor is really alive, then the White Emperor City will inevitably usher in an earth-shattering war.

In fact, the Demon Lord thinks that the White Emperor must still be alive.

But he will not participate in this war.

Just like the patriarch of the Xiang clan thought, no matter who wins the White Emperor or the Lady Mu, he will not be moved.

Even though the Demon Lord's eyes were so sarcastic, Xiangqiu still didn't understand, he snorted a little annoyed, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard with his most loyal subordinates.

He was a little worried about his father's safety, and he didn't want to miss this event that was destined to be recorded in history, so he decided to rush to the imperial city.

But he couldn't get out because the compound was already fenced off.

There was a blind violinist holding the guqin and standing outside the crowd.

He looked a little tired, and his shoulders drooped slightly.

Or maybe it's because he's just returned from the Falling Star Mountains. (To be continued.) )