Dead, she's finally dead …
Xu Qi 'an slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. The intense tension brought about extreme exhaustion, which came from his body and soul.
The continuous battles left him in a very bad state, especially when he was riding the dragon. At first glance, he looked extremely fierce and killed Jeanne.
Actually, it was exchanging injury for injury, killing a thousand enemies while sacrificing eight hundred.
Jeanne's counterattack and the backlash brought about by the broken jade caused great damage to Xu Qi 'an.
But it was all worth it, it was all worth it.
Xu Qi 'an stood on the back of the spirit dragon, looking at the vast land and slowly exhaling.
He completely exhaled the depression that had been squeezed in his heart during this period of time.
After a moment of silence, he tore off a piece of cloth, tied up his long hair, tidied up his ragged clothes, and bowed towards the northeast.
Duke Wei, rest in peace.
Duke Wei, you will also be a hero in your next life!
…
Dead, father is dead … The Crown Prince stood on the city wall, looking at the distant sky in a daze.
Scenes of the past flashed through his mind. The dignified Imperial Father sitting high on the dragon throne, the dignified Imperial Father loudly berating, the dignified Imperial Father dressed in Daoist robes, the solemn Imperial Father controlling the court. This Imperial Father, who had held power for nearly forty years, had actually died at the hands of a common man. The Crown Prince … shed tears of emotion.
Wang Shoufu was also looking into the distance. The old man's expression and eyes were incomparably complicated, happy, sad, emotional, and sad …
He looked into the distance and did not move for a long time, probably remembering his official career that ended with the fall of the Emperor.
The officials had complicated expressions and could not speak for a moment, immersed in the scene of the Emperor's death.
Xu Qi 'an killed the Emperor!
In the six hundred years since the founding of Daibun, except for Emperor Wuzong who purged the side of the emperor and the incapable emperor … the Emperor of Daibun had never been killed.
Yuan Jing, or Jeanne, was the first Emperor in the history of Daibun to be killed by an ordinary man in the capital.
Today's incident would definitely leave a deep mark in the annals of history. Even if thousands of years had passed, the future generations would definitely have relish in commenting on this period of history.
From the sixteenth year of Yuanjing all the way to the thirty-seventh year of Yuanjing, Wei Yuan's sacrifice and the destruction of eighty thousand soldiers would inevitably be mixed in. In the history of Daibun, this emperor who was obsessed with cultivation was finally beheaded by Xu Qi'an in the capital city.
Just as the officials were sighing with emotion, they suddenly heard a mournful cry.
Following the direction of the voice, Zhang Xingying saw Censor Zhang Xingying leaning against the wall, tears streaming down his face.
The members of the former Wei Faction all had tears in their eyes. They either lowered their heads to wipe them away or held their heads high to prevent their tears from flowing.
A moment later, the members of the powerful Wei Party, including Zhang Xingying who had lost her composure and cried bitterly, did something extremely daring in front of the other parties.
They tidied up their clothes and bowed towards the northeast. Then they turned around and bowed towards the person on the horizon. They did not get up for a long time.
…
At this moment, on the other side of the imperial city, Huaiqing stood against the wind, her plain dress fluttering in the wind.
The wind blew her hair and caressed her beautiful face. The eldest princess gently loosened her clenched fist and heaved a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.
He had never disappointed her. He was brave, domineering, wise, and omnipotent … Although there were twists and turns in this battle, and although there were worries, such as when the Nation Suppressing Sword soared into the sky.
But Huaiqing still did not think that Xu Qi'an would lose, because he had never lost before.
He was an extraordinary man. Even she could not help but admire and respect this extraordinary man.
Huaiqing lifted her hair that was dancing in the wind and put it behind her ear. Unlike the Crown Prince who was moved to tears, her heart was filled with excitement and sadness.
The fall of Empress Zhen De was just the beginning. The aftermath that followed was the most important issue.
This was mainly divided into two aspects. First, it was to account to the entire Central Plains.
This included the people of the various states, the local officials, the armies, and the people of Jianghu.
In terms of the people, the core of the consideration was the "will of the people". Whether to be honest or to hide it, it would cause a situation where the people would be lost.
The same principle applied to the army. In a sense, it was more important to stabilize the morale of the army than the people, especially the soldiers of the three states in the north and northeast.
This group of people was the easiest to mutiny.
If Xu Qi'an was defeated in this battle, then the more than ten thousand soldiers in Jade Sun Pass would definitely rebel.
The local officials needed to be appeased. They could not let them feel anxious about this matter. This way, they could help stabilize the hearts of the people and prevent the Jianghu organizations from taking the opportunity to create chaos.
Second, the new emperor.
For the current capital, the most important thing now was the new emperor's coronation.
The new emperor's coronation was the prerequisite for everything. Only with the new emperor's coronation could everyone be stabilized. If Daibun was without a leader, coupled with the actions of Empress Zhen De, the Central Plains would definitely be in chaos.
"Crown Prince, you've finally made it."
Huaiqing looked at the top of the city wall at the Meridian Gate. She looked at the black mass of people and smiled strangely. It seemed to be mocking and disdainful.
...
"The dog emperor is finally dead!!"
Li Miaozhen clenched her fists. She was emotional and excited. She wanted to let out a long roar to express the joy in her heart.
But at the same time, she felt a little disappointed. The dog emperor was dead, and her youth was over.
Back then, the Holy Virgin of the Heavenly Sect left the mountain and wandered in the Jianghu. For two years, her mantra was:
Sooner or later, she would stab the dog emperor to death.
Now that two years had passed, and the dog emperor was dead, she suddenly felt a sense of melancholy. It was as if a certain part of her life had come to an end.
Chu Yuanzhen did not speak. His face was covered in tears.
After ten years of scholarly spirit, he had finally calmed the depression in his chest.
Hengy Yuan put his palms together and lowered his head. He did not speak, as if he was reminiscing about the junior he had brought up.
"My father knew that the Daibun emperor was killed. He would definitely be very happy and think about war," Lina said.
"He loved war. He said that the women of Daibun were the best, their clothes were the best, their houses were the best, and everything else was the best. He wanted everything. "
Lina's father was a worshipper, but the way he worshipped was not right.
I admire the Daibun culture and everything in Daibun, so I wanted everything.
...
"Useless, useless, useless!"
The Earth Sect's Dao Leader, who was standing on a black lotus, roared.
"Joan of Arc is useless. She cultivated for 40 years, but she wasted all her time on a cat. She was killed by a kid who had practiced martial arts for less than a year. "
He was a little angry.
Joan of Arc had asked him to restrain Luo Yuheng, and the reward was to help him deal with Jinlian after the mission was completed.
Black Lotus had yearned for a complete Primordial Spirit for many years. He was not a match for Luo Yuheng today, not because he was weak. Both of them were at the peak of the Tribulation Passing Stage, and no one was weaker than the other.
However, his Primordial Spirit was incomplete, and the most powerful technique of the Daoist Sects was the Primordial Spirit Realm.
He was severely injured by Luo Yuheng. If Joan of Arc won, it would be worth it.
In the end, he went for wool and came home shorn.
The Earth Sect's Dao Leader was so angry that he exploded on the spot.
Luo Yuheng, who had a beautiful appearance and a slender waist, shook her sword and said, "I've only cultivated for thirty-four years, Martial Uncle ~ ~"
Black Lotus's expression froze. Luo Yuheng was a generation younger than him, but the current situation was that he was being suppressed by Luo Yuheng.
As soon as he scolded Joan of Arc for wasting her time on a cat, Luo Yuheng turned around and slapped him in the face.
In the next moment, he roared like an enraged lion, "Don't be so smug.
"Don't be complacent, don't be complacent. Right now, your aura is boiling like a surging tide, and the Karmic Fire that has settled down below will immediately erupt. Let's see how you escape this calamity."
Luo Yuheng had lived in seclusion in the capital for many years and never fought with anyone. At most, she would manipulate her avatar to appear in place of her body.
This was because she needed to suppress the Karmic Fire with her cultivation.
Now that she was going all out, the Karmic Fire that she had firmly suppressed in the past would definitely backfire.
After Black Lotus finished cursing, he suddenly froze. He saw Luo Yuheng smiling brightly.
She tilted her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the capital.
That guy was now a Grade Three and had killed Joan of Arc. Whether it was his cultivation or his spirit, it was enough to match her.
...
Stargazing Tower.
Tharlen Agu stood at the edge of the Eight Trigrams Platform, squinting at the figure standing proudly in the sky. He took a deep breath and said,
"So half of Daibun's luck is with him. Is this your plan?"
The Supervisor stood beside him with his hands behind his back and said lightly,
"Sort of.
"Joan of Arc thought that she was blessed with luck, so I wouldn't touch her, and I can't touch her. Indeed, for a Warlock, regicide was destroying one's own foundation. The higher the rank, the greater the backlash.
"Whether she was a fatuous ruler or a tyrant, as long as she was still sitting on the Dragon Throne, she was the ruler of a country. For other high-level cultivators, with the luck of a human emperor and the karma of regicide, no one was willing to compete with her unless they had no other choice.
"Joan of Arc was full of confidence and thought that everything was under control, but he forgot that cultivators above Grade Three were not willing to compete with him, but I could train someone who was willing to compete with him.
"A soldier who crossed the river can't retreat, but he can kill the king. He finally understood this' meaning ', and my gifts were not in vain. "
Tharlen Agu narrowed his eyes and said, "So, Wei Yuan's death was also in your plan?"
The Supervisor reached out and grabbed a wine cup in the void. He took a sip of the wine and said leisurely,
"Wei Yuan sought death himself. What does it have to do with me? I just calculated this step, and then according to what will happen in the future, I planned in advance."
Tharlen Agu exhaled, "Does Wei Yuan know?"
The Supervisor nodded and laughed, "He analyzed it.
Otherwise, why would he leave the Blood Pill behind? He could seal the Witch God without worry because he predicted that Joan of Arc would die. "
With that, the Supervisor looked into the distance and sighed, "He even calculated that step, which I really did not expect."
Tharlen Agu frowned. He did not understand the meaning of the Supervisor's words.
The Supervisor laughed, "Don't think about it. The secrets of heaven have been shielded, and it has nothing to do with you. As a great wizard, you can't divine anything."
With the fall of Joan of Arc, the contest between the two Grade One masters slowed down. The Supervisor did not take the opportunity to beat the dog while it was down. Although this was his home field, to kill a great wizard who had lived for thousands of years …
The price would be to turn the capital into a wasteland.
There was no need for that.
Tharlen Agu frowned and said, "Did you shield him from the secrets of heaven?"
He was referring to Xu Qi'an.
The Supervisor asked in return, "Why do you ask?"
Tharlen Agu said calmly, "Before coming to the capital, I did a divination. Joan of Arc's divination was good and bad, which means that he will face a great calamity of life and death. But I also did a divination for Xu Qi'an. What do you think? "
The Supervisor was silent.
Tharlen Agu showed a strange smile, "A great omen!"
…
Yunlu Academy.
With the help of the students of the academy, the Second Uncle Xu carried the heavy luggage one by one onto the carriage.
There were antique paintings, bedding, clothes, and daily necessities.
The Xu family planned to move to Sword Province and stay away from the capital.
After getting up this morning, the family lost their smile and their mood was heavy. For Second Uncle and Aunt, the only thing that was comforting was that Xu Erlang would also go to Sword Province.
This was good, the family did not have to be separated.
As for Dalang, the couple deliberately did not mention him.
Zhang Shen, Xu Erlang's teacher, was responsible for sending the Xu family to Sword Province.
The journey to Sword Province was long, and the women of the Xu family were as beautiful as flowers. Although Xu Pingzhi was a Rank Seven Warrior, he was also an expert in the Spirit Refinement realm in Jianghu.
But if they encountered organized bandits, Xu Pingzhi might not be able to protect his wife and daughter in time with only his hands and feet.
After all, the Warrior was vulgar and not flashy enough. He was good at killing people, but not good at protecting people.
A carriage, two flatbeds, and two horses were ready.
The Second Uncle Xu sat on the back of the horse and said, "Thank you for sending me off, Sir."
Zhang Shen nodded with a smile.
He was about to say something when he suddenly saw the Second Uncle Xu holding his head, his face full of pain. His body tilted and he fell from the back of the horse.
Zhang Shen was shocked. He quickly jumped off the carriage and bent down to check.
"Master!"
The aunt screamed. She lifted the hem of her skirt and jumped off the carriage. She was about to rush to her husband's side when she suddenly stopped.
The aunt raised her hands and held her head. She only felt a throbbing pain in her head.
"Father, mother?"
Xu Lingyue was stunned. She didn't know what to do. Her beautiful face was filled with fear.
"Mother!"
Xu Lingyin saw the pain on her mother's face and quickly jumped off the carriage and rushed to her aunt.
Aunt let out a muffled groan and fainted from the impact.
"Mother is dead, mother is dead..."
Xu Lingyin cried.
At this time, Second Uncle Xu recovered from the splitting pain. He gasped for breath, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, and murmured,
He murmured, "No, no, no..."
Zhang Shen frowned. He looked at the unconscious aunt and then at the Second Uncle Xu and said tentatively, "Your excellency Xu, what are you doing?"
The Second Uncle Xu ignored him. He didn't even look at his unconscious wife. He jumped on the back of the horse, whipped the horse and rode away.
Zhang Shen stared blankly at his back. His mind was filled with Xu Pingzhi's face when he left. It was fierce and sad, sad and desperate.
...
Capital City.
In the sky, Xu Qi'an was about to ride the Spirit Dragon back to the city. The next moment, the world in front of him suddenly lost color.
It was like the scene in a black and white TV.
The five senses were blinded. The martial artist's intuition towards danger was blinded. This state only lasted for less than a second before everything returned to normal.
Xu Qi 'an slowly lowered his head and saw a golden nail pierced into his chest.
The surface of the nail was engraved with Buddhist scriptures. It easily pierced through the body of the Vajra Divine Skill and the dark skin.
"Ahhhhh..."
He heard a painful scream. He couldn't tell if it was his voice or Shen Shu's.
"Don't scream. This is only the first nail."
A gentle voice was heard. A warlock in white appeared in front of Xu Qi'an. There were eight golden nails between his fingers.
The warlock in white picked up a nail and hit Xu Qi'an's head.
Poof!
The nail pierced into the Baihui point.
Shen Shu's scream stopped. His dark skin returned to its normal color. The light of the Vajra Divine Skill dissipated.
Xu Qi'an's breath dropped and he became like an ordinary person.
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