Chapter 903

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 stared blankly into the distance and did not move for a long time. He was probably reminiscing about his career that had 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 Wu Zong 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 16th year of Yuan Jing to the 37th year of Yuan Jing, there would definitely be the sacrifice of Wei Yuan and the destruction of 80,000 soldiers. In the history of Daibun, this Emperor who was obsessed with cultivation was finally killed by the ordinary man Xu Qi 'an in the capital.

As the officials were filled with emotions, they suddenly heard a mournful cry.

Looking towards the source, they saw Censor Zhang Xingying leaning against the wall, tears streamed down her 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 the same time, on the other side of the imperial city, Huaiqing stood in the wind, her plain dress fluttering in the wind.

The wind blew her hair and caressed her beautiful face. The eldest daughter of the Emperor loosened her clenched fist and heaved a sigh of relief.

He had never disappointed her. He was brave, domineering, wise, and omnipotent … There were twists and turns in this battle, and there were worries, such as when the Nation Suppressing Sword flew into the sky.

But Huaiqing still did not think that Xu Qi 'an would lose, because he had never lost before.

He was a strange man, a man that even she could not help but admire and respect.

Huai Qing picks up her dancing hair and puts it behind her ear. Unlike the Crown Prince who is moved to tears, her heart is excited and heavy at the same time.

The fall of Empress Zhen De was just the beginning. What followed was the most important issue.

This was mainly divided into two aspects: First, an explanation to the entire Central Plains.

This included the people of various states, the local government, the army, and the people of Jianghu.

For the people, the core of 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 Northern and Northeastern states.

This group of people was the most likely to rebel.

If Xu Qi 'an was defeated in this battle, then the ten thousand soldiers in Jade Sun Pass would definitely rebel.

The local government 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, looking at the black mass of people. Her smile was strange, mocking and disdainful.

…

"The dog emperor is finally dead!!"

Li Miaozhen clenched her fists. She was so excited that she wished she could 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.

When Tenzō Shōnin left the mountain and roamed the Jianghu, her mantra for two years was:

Sooner or later, she would stab the dog emperor to death.

Now, 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 already covered in tears.

After ten years of being a scholar, 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 apprentice brother he had raised.

"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, and their houses were the best. Everything was the best. He wanted to take everything. "

Lina's father was a worshipper, but the way he did it was not right.

I admire the culture of Daibun and everything about Daibun, so I wanted to take 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 forty 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 been longing for a complete Primordial Spirit for many years. He was not a match for Luo Yuheng today, not because he was weak. They were both at the peak of the Tribulation Passing Stage, and no one was weaker than the other.

However, his Primordial Spirit was incomplete, and the Daoist Sect's most powerful technique was the Primordial Spirit Realm.

He was severely injured by Luo Yuheng, and it would be worth it if Joan of Arc won.

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 pair of erect breasts, a slender waist, and a devastatingly beautiful appearance, shook her sword and said, "I've only cultivated for 34 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 gave him a slap in the face.

The next moment, like an enraged lion, he roared, "You're not the only one.

"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 he had killed Joan of Arc. Whether it was cultivation or 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 on him. Is this your plan?"

The Supervisor stood beside him with his hands behind his back and said lightly,

"Sort of.

"Joan of Arc thinks that she has luck on her, so I won't touch her, and I can't touch her. Indeed, for Warlocks, regicide is self-destruction. The higher the rank, the greater the backlash.

"Whether she is a fatuous ruler or a tyrant, as long as she still sits on the Dragon Throne, she is the ruler of a country. For other high-level cultivators, with the luck of a human emperor on her body and the karma of regicide, no one is willing to compete with her unless they have no other choice.

"Joan of Arc is full of confidence and thinks that everything is under control, but he has forgotten that cultivators above Grade Three are not willing to compete with him, but I can train someone who is willing to compete with him.

"A soldier who has crossed the river cannot 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 is also in your plan?"

The Supervisor stretched out his hand and grabbed at the void. He grabbed a wine cup, took a sip of the wine, and said leisurely,

"Wei Yuan is seeking death. What does it have to do with me? I just calculated this step, and then based on 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.

"He figured it out. Otherwise, why would he leave the blood pill behind? He was able to seal the Witch God without worry because he predicted that Joan of Arc would die. "

As he spoke, the supervisor gazed into the distance and sighed. "He even calculated that step. This is indeed something I didn't expect."

Tharlen Agu frowned. He did not understand the meaning of the Supervisor's words.

The Supervisor laughed, "Don't think about it. Heaven's secrets 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 when 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 heaven's secrets?"

He was referring to Xu Qi 'an.

The Supervisor asked, "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 of the divination? "

The Supervisor was silent.

Tharlen Agu showed a strange smile, "A great omen!"

…

Yunlu Academy.

With the help of the Academy's students, the Second Uncle Xu carried the heavy luggage one by one onto the carriage.

There were antique paintings, bedding, clothes, and daily necessities. There were all kinds of things.

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.

Xu Erlang's teacher, Zhang Shen, was responsible for sending the Xu family to Sword Province.

The journey to Sword Province was long, and the Xu family's women 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's hands and feet might not be able to protect his wife and daughter in time.

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, Mister."

Zhang Shen smiled and nodded.

He was just about to say something when he suddenly saw 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!"

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.

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!"

When Xu Lingyin saw her mother's pained expression, she quickly jumped out of the car and threw herself at her aunt.

Aunt let out a muffled groan and fainted from the impact.

"Mother is dead, mother is dead …"

Xu Lingyin cried loudly.

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 Second Uncle Xu and said, "Your excellency Xu, what are you doing?"

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. He was angry, 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. A 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 looked down 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.

"Ahhhh …"

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 could be heard. A warlock dressed in white appeared in front of Xu Qi 'an. His fingertips were clamped with eight golden nails.

The warlock in white picked up a nail and hit Xu Qi 'an on the 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. He became like an ordinary person.