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Nanzhao, Wuhuang Palace.

This is a middle-aged man dressed in a cloth robe, looking plain, if it weren't for the snow-white dragon tooth hanging on his chest, I'm afraid no one would be able to see that this is the contemporary son of heaven in Nanzhao, a Heavenly Mandate Grandmaster of Gong Shen Creation.

At this moment, the contemporary son of Nanzhao stands on the stargazing platform, staring at the starry sky and the end of the earth, this is the highest place in the imperial city, the bright moon is close at hand, raising his hand to pick the stars, but he can't escape the slaughter of this winter, which is even colder than elsewhere.

Nothingness was distorted, and a few strands of ink were mixed with white hair, and this was a ruddy-faced, equally ordinary, even ordinary old man who stepped out and stood side by side with him.

"Taixuan, did you say that Nanzhao would die?"

Nanzhao Tianzi's tone was calm, and then he took a deep breath, as if muttering to himself: "I don't want to be a slave to the country, I don't want to be the first sinner of the human race in more than 5,000 years......"

"The saint ruled the martial arts, Ze was ...... by Li Min"

"It's my duty to be Li Min, but I can't even keep my own people!"

Nanzhao Tianzi sighed, from this stargazing platform, you can overlook the entire Wuhuang City, and the fish and dragon lanterns in the past are endless, all night long, today's Wuhuang City is particularly deserted, the lights on the street are sparse, and the husband does not come out, I think it has already left the city.

The only thing left is some old people or beggars who are old and have inconvenient legs, and some businessmen who stubbornly guard the time-honored brand of their ancestral industry.

The white hair danced lightly, the moonlight on the stargazing platform was cold and bright, and the few remaining wisps of ink seemed to be integrated with the night, and the Taiwu Daoist looked gloomy, and said leisurely: "It's too early, I Nanzhao can't become a sinner of the human race after all...... It's too witchy, and it can't. ”

Nanzhao Tianzi was slightly stunned, and saw a figure in a gray cloth robe with an iron chain on his back and appeared on the stargazing platform.

"Taixuan, you ......"

For example, this Nanzhao Tianzi, turning the mandate of heaven, grasping the fortune of the country, and overlooking the world, couldn't help but be moved at this time, but he didn't know what to say, and later they all turned into a sigh.

"I have a negative world, a negative Taiwu Dao, and a negative human sage of the past generations!"

Taiwu Dao Master only shook his head, the current five countries of the human race are far from ready, every year has an extraordinary significance, what is the South China Sea Golden Crow Country.

"The Nine Demon Saints are coming back to ......"

Bai Sheng said in a deep voice, although he was carrying the iron chains, he stood upright, and the vertebrae of his spine ran through, like a pine on the cliff that had not fallen down after years of wind and rain, and like a green bamboo sharpened by thunder and bent rather than bent.

"We will defend this land eventually!" said the Taiwu Dao Master solemnly.

......

The sun rises and the moon sets, and on the last day of the Wuhuang City, there are many more figures, not the people who have returned, but the martial arts people of the Nanzhao sects who have gathered from all directions, and even a large number of martial arts masters of the four countries, who are covered in dust, but they don't care about washing, and squeeze into the restaurant tea shop that has just risen.

Rejected the silver money of many martial arts people, his face was full of wrinkles, but the red old shopkeeper boiled the soup himself, the snow-white beef bones boiled over and over again, and finally softened into slag, and the soup was added to the pot after pot, until all the beef bones were exhausted, became bland, crowded the small hall of the restaurant, sat on the ground everywhere, and many martial arts people who had always been unrestrained and heroic, but no one said anything.

The steamed buns were chewed carefully and the hot soup was swallowed slowly, because they knew that perhaps this would be the last thing they would take from this world.

In the evening of this day, a young man about ten years old and dressed in a coarse white robe walked into the Witch Emperor City.

The already depressed imperial city, after many martial arts people gathered, the bonfire rose, like a spark falling on the earth, showing an alternative prosperity.

"Little brother, this is not the place for you. ”

Some martial arts people were stunned for a moment, and then someone spoke, and there was a man with a face full of flesh and a scar on his bare shoulder, and shouted viciously: "Little rabbit cub, what kind of fun, get out! Remember, go north!"

Su Qinian smiled, only shook his head slightly, then looked at the man, and said seriously: "I'm very strong." ”

The man was stunned and was about to make a move, but the old beggar holding the cigarette pouch next to him pressed his shoulder, sighed, and said, "Let him go." ”

Let him go!

The man snorted, turned his head and grabbed the wine jar on the ground and poured a big mouthful, but his face was flushed, causing a burst of laughter on the long street.

Leave some hope!

The old beggar knocked the ashes in his cigarette pouch and looked at the south, a little distracted.

At the door of the restaurant, Su Qinian took a bowl of light and visible beef bone soup, as well as two beef buns that had just come out of the steamer, the old shopkeeper looked at him, and stopped talking, Su Qinian took a sip of the tasteless soup, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the old man, I am very strong." ”

The old shopkeeper only shook his head, and many martial arts people who were resting in the restaurant looked sideways, in the past, they always felt that these young people were hot-blooded, immature and ridiculous, but now they feel that this kind of blood is more like their sharpness that has been polished off in the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes, and after a long period of silence, they have recovered in their hearts, revealing the edges and corners that have been polished more and more sharp.

The night was very long, the bright moon was far away, and some people hummed a small tune from their hometown, and the earthy dialect was not very incomprehensible, but it made people's hearts surge, and they couldn't help but clench their fists secretly.

If...... After tomorrow, if you are still alive, you will definitely go home and have a look.

This kind of thought is like a plague, breeding in every inch of this witch imperial city, until the distance is white, the bright moon is slanting in the west, and at the last moment before dawn, someone drinks the last sip of the spirits and breaks the wine gourd, and this ancient imperial city seems to have been reborn and revived again.

One after another, figures rose from the ground, or old, or strong, or immature, or graceful...... In the same way, every figure is upright, with a back like a dragon, swaying upward.

"I want everyone to live!"

Wuhuang Palace, on the stargazing platform, the contemporary son of heaven of Nanzhao, who has not slept all night, has a low tone, more like a sonorous sword, can penetrate the void, and grasp the destiny of heaven The eyes are a little hot, at this moment, whether it is anxiety, regret, anger, sigh, all are abandoned, as the son of heaven of a country, there is always something that needs him to do, and from the day he ascended the throne, he is no longer just a person, but the master of this mountain and river, and the guardian of this land.

Bai Sheng smiled!

Carrying the iron chains on his back, his rugged face had a bright smile, and there had never been a moment when he would have felt that there would be such a moving view from this stargazing platform overlooking the Witch Emperor City.

"Get out of town!"

"Wei ...... Wu ......"

Taiwu Daoist Changyin, a generation of Heavenly Mandate Grandmaster led the way, the palace gate of the Wu Palace was wide open, and the thirty-six concubines of the harem were lined up left and right.

There is also the prince of Nanzhao, with a group of princes and princesses, who have already stood in front of the palace gate, and the prince of Nanzhao bowed slightly to them, and strode towards the south gate of Wuhuang City.

Abandon the royal status, these are his wives and daughters, and they should contribute to the land where they are born.

This is......

After the Nanzhao Heavenly Son and the Taiwu Daoist who was half a step behind Wei left the palace, another figure appeared behind the two of them, which immediately attracted the attention of all directions.

Taiwu Dao Bai Sheng!

This Pure Yang Absolute Master, who has recently become famous all over the world again, is rumored to have killed the eldest brother of the contemporary Golden Crow Emperor of the South China Sea, a generation of demon emperor Jin Fu in Wulun Mountain.

And at this moment, this one stepped forward with his head held high, but he was carrying iron chains, and the iron chains collided and clanged, like the overture of an ancient war song.

"Bai Senpai, you ......"

Someone was stunned, just about to speak, he was pressed by the elder figure around him on the shoulder, and just about to break free, he felt that the hand holding his shoulder was trembling, this is a local celebrity, a first-class person in the Mixed Yuan Realm.

The old man shook his head and said nothing, but his eyes were a little red, decades of wind and rain, I thought that I had already been in the heart of ice, and the sky was not shocked, but I didn't expect that when I was in battle, I was still confused, as a character of the same generation as this Taiwu Dao Bai Sheng, how could I not know the character and temperament of this person, and I knew more clearly what this iron chain meant.

What is more difficult than picking it up is to put it down, and after putting it down...... Harder to pick up.

The long street was silent, and the dawn was silent.

Su Qinian was silent, his gaze became calmer and calmer, like a sea of stars before the embankment broke, gorgeous and magnificent.

Thundered!

Finally, the south gate of the Witch Emperor City opened, and the sea breeze that smelled fishier than salty was greeted by it.

The Imperial City of Nanzhao Wu stands facing the South China Sea.

There is a wordless monument standing on the dark red sand outside the south gate, there is no guardrail, but it is not dusty, facing the South China Sea, and the back is facing the South Zhao.

Walking out of the south gate, the Son of Heaven of Nanzhao stopped in front of the wordless monument, knelt down, leaned over, and threw himself to the ground.

This worship is to tell the ancestors, to pay tribute to the first generation of the Son of Heaven of Nanzhao, and the place where the wordless tablet is close at hand.

The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies!

Getting up again, the Son of Nanzhao raised his feet and stepped forward, crossed the wordless monument, and stood in front of the monument.

No one can step across, my country!

Looking back on 5,000 years, goodbye is already a newcomer!

Woo!

At this moment, at the end of the South China Sea, a deep horn sounded, and a little golden light bloomed at the end of the heaven and earth, although it was the South China Sea, it seemed like a rising sun in the east, dispelling the last darkness before dawn, like a golden boat, like a warship sailing out of the sea of the sun. (Genuine subscription is the biggest support for Ten Steps!) ）