Jun Lingtian didn't wait for Luo Xue to answer, and his weak and majestic voice echoed in the Holy Palace, issuing the final decree.
"I consecrate Ye Xuefeng as the Holy King of Protector of the Country. He will be treated as if he were meeting me. He will assume the responsibility of supervising the country and choose a new Holy King for me!"
"Whoever he hands over the Yanhuang Sword will be the next monarch of the Junyan Dynasty. No one is allowed to disobey, and any offender will be killed without mercy!"
If he died like this, he would not have chosen a good successor and left no will.
The dragon energy accumulated by Jun Yan for countless years will dissipate, and the golden dragon of luck will collapse.
The new emperor can only regroup, and he doesn't know how many years it will take to restore the current scale.
This was his years of hard work, how could he let it go to waste?
Jun Lingtian looked at Luo Xue eagerly, and his hands couldn't help but tremble, as if he couldn't support the weight of the sword.
He said weakly: "I have left many backup plans. If there is no accident and I don't need you to take action, you only need to put your name forward and enjoy the enshrinement of my Jun Yan."
"I don't need you to swear an oath. If you feel that my descendants are not worthy of your care, you can leave at any time. How about that?"
During the battle between Luo Xuetian and others, they knew that he wanted to entrust the Junyan Dynasty to him, so that this dynasty would have a Mahayana in name.
But she hesitated.
Seeing Jun Lingtian's eyes gradually becoming disappointed, and his hands that were overwhelmed but slowly dropped unwillingly.
She took a deep breath, flew forward, stretched out her hand to hold the fallen Flame Emperor Sword, and said softly: "I will take this sword."
Since he killed Jun Lingtian, it means that history can be changed, so he should return the favor to this respectable opponent.
Jun Lingtian chuckled and said, "Although I made a mistake, I didn't see the wrong person."
"There are secrets in the palace that you want to know and things I left for you. You can find them yourself..."
He glanced at the people on the ground with his lowered eyes, and murmured: "The hegemony of the dynasty is gone with the wind, and centuries of grudges are wiped out with a snap of a finger."
His body was weak and he fell from the clouds. He took one last souvenir look at his dynasty, slowly closed his eyes, and passed away.
After Jun Lingtian died, a breath escaped from his body and landed on Luo Xue.
That is the Sword Saint's title from Jun Lingtian.
She was not as happy as she had imagined after receiving the prestigious position she had dreamed of.
Moreover, the statue disappeared in an instant, which made Luo Xue feel a little uncomfortable.
But before she had time to think about it, she quickly cast a spell to slow down the fall of Jun Lingtian's body, giving her opponent the final dignity.
The Luck Golden Dragon roared sadly, flew out of the clouds, wrapped around Jun Lingtian, and carried him down from the sky.
With Jun Lingtian's death, it seemed to be wilting.
Luo Xue held the Flame Emperor Sword and fell from the sky. She looked at the complicated civil and military officials and focused on Jun Aoshi.
Jun Aoshi was caught by her gaze, his expression changed slightly, but he looked at her calmly without avoiding it.
But he didn't take any further action, leaving Luo Xue unable to guess what he wanted to do.
Could it be that he and Jun Lingtian were both in danger, making him afraid?
Jun Fengya stared blankly at the dead Jun Lingtian. There was no emotion or anger on his face, but a sad expression.
Tears continued to fall from Jun Yunshang's face, and she cried: "Father!"
She quickly stepped forward and took Jun Lingtian's body from Jun Yanlongqi, hugging him who was completely black and crying her heart out.
Zhao Ban knelt down, kowtowed heavily and said: "His Majesty the Holy Emperor, the dragon controls Bintian, and all the officials respectfully send you off!"
Many old ministers also shed tears like rain, knelt down one after another, and cried out sadly: "I respectfully send His Majesty the Holy Emperor to the dragon and return to heaven!"
Amid the mournful sounds, an inappropriate voice sounded.
Jun Chengye pointed at Luo Xue and said with a stern voice: "What are you doing standing still? Come on, take down this regicide assassin for me."
But no one dared to go up, even Ding Fuxia was hesitant.
This monster in front of you is the monster that killed Holy Emperor Lingtian. Wouldn't you die if you go up there?
Zhao Ban looked sad, but quickly wiped away his tears and whispered: "Who dares?"
"Ye Shengjun is the Holy Lord Jun Yan who was personally conferred by Holy Emperor Lingtian. He has the right to choose the next generation of Holy Emperor Jun Yan!"
"This is His Majesty the Holy Emperor's order. Do you dare to disobey the Holy Emperor's order? Do you want to rebel?"
Many people finally came to their senses. Although Ye Xuefeng was the one who killed the Holy Emperor, he was the Holy King appointed by the Holy Emperor before his death.
He has the right to decide who will be the next Holy Emperor, and he can even be the one if he wants to.
I don’t know who took the lead, but someone knelt down and said, “I have seen the Holy Lord!”
More and more people are kneeling on the ground. After all, in Beiming, strength is respected.
Luo Xue looked at the Yanhuang Sword in her hand, feeling as if she was in a dream.
Own?
Holy King?
It turns out that this history is not unchangeable. As long as you know it, you can change it!
Including the fate of himself and Qiong Hua!
Luo Xue knew what these Junyan courtiers were worried about. It was simply that if she left, the Junyan dynasty would lose its protection.
"I will protect you Jun Yan for a period of time in accordance with the agreement with Holy Emperor Lingtian."
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. As long as there are saints in the country, Jun Yan will not lose the name of the dynasty.
Zhao Ban hesitated and said: "A country cannot live without a king for a day. I dare to ask the Holy King, what is the Holy King's will for the position of the Holy King?"
According to what Lingtian Sword Master said, the Holy Emperor should be chosen by Ye Xuefeng in front of him, and everything before him would be invalid.
Jun Yan Longqi also looked at Luo Xue, as if waiting for Luo Xue to make a choice and confirm the final throne.
Jun Chengye, who was still dancing there, was stunned for a moment. What stupid thing had he done?
The death of my father is a foregone conclusion, and now we have to be conciliatory and make plans slowly.
He knelt down and said with a sad face: "Chengye was too sad just now and lost his temper. Please forgive me, the Holy Lord."
"Your Majesty, I will obey your father's orders. I would like to respect you as my Lord, Lord Yan, and your status will be above that of the Holy Emperor!"
Luo Xue looked at Jun Chengye with disdain.
People with such a shaky stance may say they are stable, but in reality they are capricious! Not worthy of reuse!
She turned to Jun Fengya and asked, "What about you?"
Jun Fengya half-knelt down and said, "Fengya would also like to respect the young master as the sage of Junyan. If the sage will not give up, he is willing to marry the sage as his wife and rule Junyan together."
Jun Chengye cursed secretly but was helpless.
Who is not a woman?
Luo Xue nodded secretly. She was indeed Queen Feng Yao as Lin Fengmian said. She was indeed brave, resourceful and capable.
She looked at Jun Yunshang who was holding Jun Lingtian and crying sadly, and said softly: "What about you?"
Jun Yunshang sobbed, hugging Jun Lingtian's body, looking at him with complicated eyes and said: "Young master has achieved what he wanted, do you still want to see Yunshang's ugly appearance?"
Her eyes were full of pain, and she choked with sobs: "Yun Shang only hates that she is blind, and she actually led a wolf into the house!"
Luo Xue looked at her complexly and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
