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Also at sunrise, a secret note was delivered to Emperor Qi's bedroom.

The person who received this secret note before Emperor Qi's bedroom was Yushi Zong Chao Zhuan, this black-faced middle-aged man was not only the leader of the officials of the Shaozhuang faction of the Great Qi Dynasty, but also the best cultivator of the Yin Ruin Sect of the Great Qi Dynasty in the past hundred years, and one of the Seven Realms Grandmasters of the Great Qi Dynasty.

Such a grandmaster and magnate naturally did not change color after countless winds and rains, landslides and tsunamis in front of him, but he just opened the secret note and glanced at it, but his face changed greatly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Senior brother, what's going on?"

The man next to him was also dark, but he looked younger than him, and the most striking thing was that the eyebrows were not only as black as ink, but even a trace of black gas continued to flow back from the eyebrows. This man is Cai Shi, another Seven Realms Grandmaster of the Yin Ruin Sect, he was not an official in the court before, but it started after the change of the Twelve Witch Gods' Throne, Zong Chaojun was worried about the safety of Emperor Qi, and was afraid of changes in the palace, so he invited him out of the sect and entered the Qi Palace. Therefore, this Cai Shi and Zong Chaojun are not commensurate with their official positions, but commensurate with their senior brothers.

Zong Chaojun glanced at his junior brother, and reached out to hand over the secret note for him to see, but for a while, his hands trembled, and he couldn't even hand over this thin piece of parchment.

Cai Shihe had seen his senior brother so shaken, and his mood was suddenly extremely nervous, he reached over and took the secret note and just glanced at it roughly, he suddenly stiffened, and exclaimed involuntarily: "What!"

Zong Chaochuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

Then he took a deep breath and lowered his hands, although he quickly calmed down, but his eyes were full of pain and deep worry when he turned his head to look at the dormitory behind him.

The change of the heads of the twelve witch gods is too distressing, not only are the twelve witch gods destroyed, but all the powerful inheritances of the founding patriarch of the former ghost thing yin qi gong method have been destroyed in the world, and even the mountain gate dojo he left behind has been destroyed.

Although most of the cultivators and officials of the Great Qi Dynasty actually understood Emperor Qi's painstaking efforts after that day, and many people understood why Emperor Qi and Zheng Sleeve traded, compared to before, they were actually less dissatisfied with Emperor Qi, but in any case, the twelve witch god heads were still destroyed, and there was no result without a cause, and many cultivators silently left Qi Capital and no longer served Emperor Qi, this was their attitude.

Emperor Qi has been in a trance since that day, his mood and cultivation are extremely unstable, and he can't concentrate on dealing with the government at all. Everything is handled by him, Xiangguo and others.

The blow of the Twelve Witch Gods to Emperor Qi was too great, and it had almost completely destroyed this hard-working emperor, and now the news transmitted by this secret note was that the Xiansheng Hall was destroyed, and all the remains of the ancestors inside were taken away by the descendants of the Thousand Tombs Mountain.

The Xiansheng Hall is not only the ancestral tomb of Emperor Qi, but also what kind of characters are eligible to be buried inside!

Thousand Tomb Mountain has many amazing methods, even if Yan Ying's disciples are not as good as Yan Ying's true cultivation, but at least those methods have been passed on. No matter what kind of dissatisfaction he had caused to destroy the Ancestral Church, taking away those bodies was naturally for cultivation, and he would not be buried properly in the place where he was founded.

The inheritance of the twelve witch gods is important, but it only makes a dynasty stronger, and the Ancestral Church is a symbol, a kind of spiritual sustenance.

The damage to the Ancestral Church is, in a sense, more serious than the damage to the Twelve Witch Gods.

It would not have taken much time from the discovery of the destruction of the Ancestral Church to the transmission of the news to the Imperial Palace, but it took a lot of time for the news to reach here, and this anomaly was too easy to understand for Zong Chaoyun.

Because the magnates who handled every link knew very well that the blows given by the twelve witch gods to Emperor Qi were already very fatal, and if such news came to the palace again, I don't know what kind of consequences would be caused.

So such a secret note has already passed through many controversies and discussions among powerful people on the way.

He was one of the officials of Emperor Qi's acting government at this time.

This secret note was passed into his hands, and it was the last stop.

It was up to him to decide whether to tell Emperor Qi that the weight of a country and a dynasty was on his hands, how could he be calm?

To inform or not to inform?

What if you don't tell us?

At this time, there were countless cultivators in the Great Qi Dynasty who were chasing and killing Bai Shanshui, so if he announced the news, many more cultivators would start chasing and killing Yan Ying's disciple?

At this moment, Zong Chaoyun's body continued to be cold, becoming colder, and he felt inexplicably helpless.

"Come in. ”

At this moment, a sigh came from the dormitory.

Zong Chaojun took another deep breath, trying his best to calm the expression on his face.

He bowed his head slightly, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and slowly walked in.

Emperor Qi was in a trance these days, and he was hallucinating from time to time, so he was not even allowed to enter the palace, and he was the only one who rested in peace.

But can this emperor really rest in peace?

The sun was already rising outside, and the windows in this dormitory were not open, but it was still dark, and Song Chaojun inexplicably felt that he was walking on a quiet tomb road.

On the dragon couch in the depths of the dormitory, Emperor Qi sat in a kimono.

The moment he saw Emperor Qi's face, Zong Chaojun's body shook slightly.

Emperor Qi's eyes were sunken, his skin and flesh shrunk, and in just two or three days, he seemed to be dozens of years old, like a skeleton.

"What happened?"

Emperor Qi's mood seemed calm at this time, he raised his head a little stiffly, looked at Zong Chaojuan, and asked softly.

Zong Chaojun hesitated for a moment and did not respond.

"There's no need to hide it from me, you and your junior brother's vitality fluctuations are too violent, you have been with me for so many years, and I have never seen anything that makes your mood fluctuate so much. Emperor Qi sighed and said, "What should come must come eventually, and you can't avoid it." ”

Zong Chaojun finally raised his head, looked at his eyes like dim candles, and said, "The Xiansheng Hall was destroyed by the descendants of the Thousand Tombs Mountain. ”

Emperor Qi was stunned.

After a few breaths, he laughed inexplicably, and his smile was indescribably bleak.

"People are not as good as heaven, cause and effect have their own retribution, conspiracy and calculation are not as good as Zheng Sleeve, but they still have to compete with Zheng Sleeve for the world, I knew this earlier, and I was at ease and kept it, and I would not put Daqi in such a situation. ”

"Help me prepare my own edict, I will tell the world, abdicate and make way for Xian. ”

Zong Chaojun couldn't comment on Emperor Qi's words, but when he heard this last sentence, his breathing suddenly stopped, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Emperor Qi waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to speak, "You and I both know that this is the best for the Great Qi Dynasty." ”