Emperor Ying Ping wanted the entire Rong country, not an empty shell.

How did Emperor Rong do it, he actually bewitched all the people.

Now that Emperor Rong is at his limit, if he really dares to attack the Rong Dynasty, I am afraid that those people can really fight to the death and not retreat and die for their majesty.

As the saying goes, the mourning soldiers will win, and he Da Zhao is going to be promoted to the dynasty, and he can't make senseless sacrifices at this time.

That's it, let them linger for a while.

When this momentum has passed, and the new emperor ascends the throne, he will settle the general account together.

In the imperial capital, all the civil and military ministers were already kneeling on the ground.

They looked up at the sword-minded emperor on the dragon chair, all of them with sad faces, and their eyes were full of reluctance.

Those who can kneel here have been with emperors and ministers for thousands of years.

They worked hard to run a great business, and poured their lives and ambitions into the emperor, which can no longer be separated.

But now, the emperor who carried all of them was about to fall, which was difficult for them to accept.

The emperor seemed to be extremely tired, and his starry eyes were dim.

He spoke softly, and his cold voice was the same as before: "After the collapse, I will be succeeded by the imperial concubine." ”

"No. The crowd knocked deeply.

"The third son of Taiwei sealed the town of Wuhou and married the imperial princess on a certain day. The emperor said word by word, "My will is subject to the will of the empress dowager." ”

"Your Minister's Commandment. And the ministers fell prostrate to the ground, and were overwhelmed with grief.

The emperor did not look at them, he stood up with his sword in his hand, and his eyes seemed to look through the obstacles to the country he governed, to the people who had treated him with sincerity.

"At the end of the day, the people I don't feel at ease with are the people who are honest with me. The emperor's star-like eyes flashed with warm and simple smiles.

He tentatively responded to his people, and raised the corners of his mouth not very skillfully, revealing a smile that seemed stiff because he rarely smiled, the arc was learned from Rong Xian, and it seemed warm and comfortable, worthy of being cherished by all the people of Rong Guo.

There was a loud 'boom', and the pillar of heaven shattered!

After all, the emperor still closed his eyes, which always exuded arrogance and purity, and he stood in front of the dragon chair, even death could not make him bend his waist.

In the end, on the cold and lonely nine-fold steps, the only thing the emperor held in his hand was the sword that he never left his side.

From the beginning of being seriously injured, it is the people of Rongguo who have supported him to the present.

Until he died, he couldn't rest assured that the people of Rongguo were still there.

His sword path is the foundation of humanity, he said that he is a sword cultivator, then the entire Rong country is his sword.

The golden dragon of luck wailed miserably, like reluctance, and like grief.

The karma that the emperor has created over the years has already committed murder, and now that he has fallen, he will respond to the catastrophe with his body.

Under the devouring of that endless karma, even the only bit of true spirit is about to be saved.

If the true spirit dissipates, there will be no chance of reincarnation, and it can be said that the form and spirit are destroyed.

At this moment, in the sea of luck clouds, the thousand-zhang golden dragon that was wailing slowly raised the dragon's head, and the extremely deep dragon groan was full of pain.

The golden dragon roared, and swept across the dark and cold killing karma.

As the dragon's tail approached those karmas, it glowed with a scorching golden light.

The luck on the golden dragon's body passed quickly, canceling each other out with karma, and after all, he kept the emperor's true spirit immortal in the midst of all difficulties.

The golden dragon swallowed the true spirit in one bite, a faint sadness in his smart eyes, and his domineering body suddenly gathered and dispersed.

It plunged headlong into the sea of luck clouds, and after tumbling and roaring, the vanished luck was replenished.

Every scale of the golden dragon's body was full of boundless domineering and awe-inspiring, which did not match the mournful roar, but the people of the entire Rong Dynasty felt the heart-rending sadness.

Boom......

Boom......

Boom......

The sound of the death knell of the Taimiao Temple spread to every inch of land in the northern frontier.

The saint fell, and the death knell rang.

The sub-saint fell, and the death knell rang nine.

The emperor has fallen, and the death knell has sounded.

The death knell sounded, and the dull sound centered on the dynasty spread in all directions.

All those who should not know realize that the peerless and brilliant Emperor of the Sword is in eternal sleep.

The whole country of Rong, thousands of miles of vegetarian.

The wind was cold, the snow was falling, and it seemed that the heavens were also mourning.

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the empress lost her beloved chessboard and boycotted for three days.

Beizhao, Fu Yuhuang, who was hurrying, fell to the ground.

She looked in the direction of Qianjing from afar and muttered, "The person I want to invite for a drink the most will really never be invited." ”

She drew her long sword and danced the sword of the Son of Heaven over and over again.

One move and one style, powerful and powerful, absolutely beautiful and poignant.

The sword fell, and the ground was frosty.

She picked up the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, laughing and said, "Forget your worries, it's a joke." ”

She threw her sleeves away, and hit the long sword with great strength, and the long sword flew into the air.

Fu Yuhuang turned over and stood on top of the long sword, heading towards the extreme north like lightning.

In Bin County, the voices of hundreds of people crying and wailing sounded in their ears.

"Doctor Rong, are you sad?" Wu Lao's voice made Rong Xian come back to her senses.

When the soul in the depths of consciousness disappears, all consciousness returns to the body.

Rong Xian quickly pulled out the silver needle with both hands, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly: "Why does the old gentleman ask like this?"

Wu Lao felt that the dark wounds that had tormented him for a hundred years in his body seemed to be quickly smoothed by a big hand, and the dried meridians and intestines seemed to flow into the vibrant spring water, rejuvenating.

Wu Lao was very happy, he had never been so happy as he was now, he was stubborn and relaxed.

He winked mischievously like a naughty boy and said, "Your expression is particularly sad, you must be sad." ”

He pointed to the weeping people around him and said, "They are crying, you are not crying, but you are also grieving." ”

"Is it so obvious?" The smile on the corner of Rong Xian's mouth was put away, and a feeling of sourness and powerlessness surged into her heart, and her clear eyes, which seemed to be a spring of water, floated with a layer of mist, shallow, like a veil of fog under the drizzle of a water town.

"Teacher?" Rong Yu, who was holding a fan to boil medicine for the patient, looked at Rong Xian worriedly.

Rong Xian lowered her eyes, but the gloomy aura on her body was very obvious.

Rong Xian slowly put the silver needle back into the medicine box, her eyebrows were naturally melancholy, and her tone was also faintly silent: "The person who is very important to me is gone, no matter how good my medical skills are, I can't save him." ”

Her eyebrows are picturesque, her phoenix eyes are as clear as waves, and her eyes seem to carry the cleanest and most beautiful scenery in the world, but the beautiful scenery is raining lightly at this time, adding a bit of sadness: "I will never see him again." ”

She sighed: "The vicissitudes of humanity, those who want to stay can't stay, and those who want to go dare not go." ”

Selflessness is the one who wants to go but doesn't dare to go, he is afraid that he will not see Cousin Jing if he dies, so he can only hold on to his memory and sink day by day.

Rong Yu listened to her words, his heart was full of pity, he had never met the Sword Emperor who had been legendary in the Small Thousand Realms for ten thousand years, the Emperor of the Middle Thousand Realms was amazingly talented and mighty, and he had never seen that person's peerless elegance, but in the blink of an eye, it had become a farewell.

It was all so sudden.