The bell rang and the nine heavens resonated.....

Everyone in the world looked up at the sky, looking dazed.

Clang!

The Bell of National Fortune rang again, and everyone in the entire Ninth Realm trembled, and a trace of coolness appeared in their hearts.

Clang......

The bell of national fortune did not stop, and continued to ring one by one.

Someone stretched out his fingers and began to count the number of bells......

"One, two, three......"

Every bell rings like ringing in the hearts of the world, making people's bodies stiffen involuntarily......

"Seven, Eight, Nine......."

The bell stopped, and the world fell silent.

"Nine sounds... Nine voices ......" Someone raised his hand, looked at the nine fingers erected in his hand, and opened his mouth blankly.

"It's ......," someone muttered to himself.

"Country... Sacrifice ......"

Nine rings are the 'National Sacrifice Bell', and the power of national fortune is announcing the 'National Sacrifice' to the world!

There are two national sacrifices, one is the death of the country...

The second is the death of the emperor......

The connection between the power of national fortune and Su Mo was erased, and it announced one thing to the world...... The Emperor of Man died.

The world fell silent, and everyone stood in place after the nine bells of the sacrifice.

......

The Demon Sect Mountain Gate stands between the mountains.

The small bridge flows, and the wind blows Lindong.

Cheng An'an was running cross-legged in the side hall to absorb the power of inheritance, and suddenly a bell rang into the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and the entire Demon Sect Mountain Gate trembled.

Cheng An'an slowly opened his eyes and raised his head as he listened to the bell, and a flare on his forehead flickered.

Nine bells fell, lingering among the mountains for a long time.

Cheng An'an suddenly stood up like a dream and walked outside the door of the side hall......

A cool breeze blew, Cheng An'an tightened his robe, and suddenly laughed.

"You're playing this one again...... How could you die? ”

"How can you let go of the thousands of people in this world?"

"Last time, you didn't die as ......"

"I know, you're definitely joking with us this time, too"

“...... Is that right? ”

......

The sound of nine bells came into Dao Xuan Mountain, and after hearing this, Dao Hua just got up silently and returned to the back mountain.

Dao Twelve looked at Dao Hua's calm appearance and sighed slightly, "Maybe something happened, his connection with the power of the national fortune was temporarily severed. ”

Dao Hua looked at Dao Twelve and nodded slowly.

"I want to practice the art of inheritance......"

Dao Twelve took a deep look at Dao Hua and nodded, "Okay." ”

......

Princess Ying and King Ying stood in the imperial garden of the palace, and listened to the nine bells of the sacrifice with a blank expression......

The bell fell to the ground, like a sad song. The echo of the bell lingers between heaven and earth......

Princess Ying broke free from King Ying's embrace, raised her head to look at the sky, and smiled slowly.

With trembling hands, he picked up the unfinished embroidered dragon robe that had just been dropped, and sat down silently to continue embroidering the dragon pattern.

It's just that the bitter water in his eyes kept falling, and soon the Confucian clothes in his hands were wet......

"Maybe..."King Ying looked up at the sky and said dryly: "Maybe it's just that Mo'er entered a certain place and was cut off from the power of the country's fortunes......"

At the beginning, King Ying did not want Su Mo to pass the throne to him, so that Su Mo's connection with the power of the national fortune could be used as news to report safety.

"I know..."Princess Ying raised her head with tears on her face, looked at King Ying's stubborn mouth and said, "It must be so......"

King Ying looked at the sky and didn't dare to lower his head.

Is it really just that he has been cut off from the power of national fortune? You must know that no matter where Su Mo is, the power of national fortune has never been disconnected.

"I will give a decree that the world shall not speak nonsense......"

King Ying said a word, and then turned around and left.

This is a world that has finally settled down......

Princess Ying turned a deaf ear, just lowered her head and carefully embroidered the dragon eye on the Confucian clothes with stitches and threads, for fear that the Confucian clothes would be damaged if she was not careful......

It's just that the trembling hands seem to be unable to hold the needle and thread anymore, and they are all pierced into Princess Ying's own hands under a few stitches.

Blood seeped out, but Princess Ying still didn't seem to notice it, and it was still a line of golden dragon patterns.

King Ying only went for a moment, and then returned to Princess Ying's side......

And Princess Ying was just quietly embroidering Confucian clothes.

Embroidered and embroidered... Princess Ying suddenly spoke towards King Ying.

"Yuan Yin..."

"I'm here." King Ying responded.

"You say..."Princess Ying raised her head, "Isn't it time for Mo'er to turn into a god.....

King Ying trembled violently, and his whole body was cold.

"He's externalizing the gods alone..."Princess Ying continued slowly, "I don't know if anyone can help him.....

King Ying shook his head, "His senior brothers and sisters are all outside. ”

Princess Ying nodded when she heard this, and continued to raise her hand to weave and embroider Confucian clothes.

As the sun fell, the river, like the south of the Yangtze River, sprinkled a shiny red coat in the Imperial Garden.

A cool breeze blew into the hearts of my parents.

The Confucian clothes in Princess Ying's hand had completed the last stitch, and Princess Ying lowered her head and bit off the thread, raising the white Confucian clothes and looking at them stupidly......

As if seeing Su Mo standing in front of her in the Confucian clothes she had sewn herself, Princess Ying couldn't help laughing, raising her hand and gently stroking the dragon pattern on the Confucian robe.

"Yuan Yin..."

"Hmm."

"You say, if Mo'er is really gone..."

“...... Did someone collect his body? ”

......

The wind blows through the south, and the long street is short.

The sun is on the east branch, and the short pavilion is long.

Moss green stones, insects chirp early.

Moss yellow rock, don't be late for geese......

Spring goes to the summer solstice, summer does not come to autumn. Half a year flies in the blink of an eye......

Thousands of miles of mountains have already revealed their new ideas, and they are paved with a dry yellow when autumn comes.

In the midst of a barren grass and grass in the mountains, a pebble suddenly moved, and then a colorful phoenix bird broke out of its shell.

As if with a hint of dazedness, the phoenix bird stood for a long time after breaking out of its shell before remembering the past.

The phoenix bird immediately fluttered its wings and flew up, searched around, and finally found another round pebble not far away.

The phoenix bird immediately flew to the round pebble, grasped the pebble firmly with both feet, and pecked at the pebble with its beak.

The pebble seemed to be unresponsive, and the phoenix bird pecked again with some impatience.

Still unresponsive, the phoenix bird fluttered its wings and soared high into the sky, then turned around sharply and rushed towards the pebble.

Click!

The pebble made a slight crunch and cracked a few times......

Immediately after, the pebbles shattered, revealing one of the young boys, who was sleeping naked.

The phoenix bird stared at the little boy and glanced around, jumped on the little boy's body, looked up at the little boy, and found that the little boy had not woken up yet, and was suddenly a little speechless.

Suddenly!

There seemed to be a fluctuation between heaven and earth in the distance, and a certain secret place was opened......

The phoenix bird thought about it, and first found a leaf to block a certain place for the little boy.

Then he took great pains to find a vine, tied the little boy up, opened his beak to pick up the vine, flapped his wings, and went with great difficulty towards the secret place that had just been opened.

And the leaf that was blocking the little boy somewhere fell again......

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