"The posthumous title has been decided, Wen Zhao, King Wenzhao of Qin, a beautiful posthumous title!"
In the Taiping Palace, Yuan Chengfeng quietly walked into the Binghuochi Cave Mansion and looked at the junior sister who had been silent these past few days.
Ji Jiuwei's body has recovered a lot, but his hair has turned half gray overnight, his face has no expression at all, and he doesn't eat or speak.
Although the senior brothers and sisters around him feel distressed, they can only always accompany him to prevent accidents.
The most miserable person in the world is none other than Ji Jiuwei, who is recovering from his injuries in secret.
No one can understand the pain of losing a husband in early life and losing a son in middle age.
"Junior sister! Cry and it will make you feel better." Yuan Chengfeng sighed.
"I only stayed with him for two months. I'm not a good mother!"
As expected, Ji Jiuwei cried, her heart breaking. She had always been a person with a clear distinction between love and hate, with an arrogant and aggressive personality. She couldn't bear it anymore at this moment.
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Then, like a phoenix, he knocked Yuan Chengfeng away with a palm, and cursed angrily: "You wolf-hearted thing, without my son, how could you losers enter the land of immortals? Dugu Hongye, Qingtong and other scoundrels forced my son to , why don't you help, you bastard, get out!
No one in this world can survive if they have persecuted my son! "
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"There are twelve martial arts fights in the world, and Jiang Yuqing alone has ten!"
"What about the other two buckets?"
"We owe him!"
This is the evaluation of warriors from all over the Great Zhou Dynasty.
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King Jiang Yuqing of Qin, posthumously named Wenzhao, was King Wenzhao of Qin. He was buried with honors as the emperor and entered the Jiang family temple, first in line from the east!
This news slightly appeased the civil and military officials, people and millions of troops of the Western Qin Dynasty, and then a funeral ceremony was held. Jiang Hu, Jiang Yong, and Jiang Yugui presided over the whole process, and Princess Shengping took care of every detail!
However, in the land of Western Qin, Fulongshan's group and the five maids under King Qin's throne were no longer there.
…
Trapped in Junshan.
Towering and rolling, stretching for thousands of miles.
The jade gate that entered Julie Mountain has disappeared.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a spiritual shed.
Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Jiulang, Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, Sai Qingzhu, Ying Jianying, Xiong Zhang, Sweet Potato, Yam and others were kneeling in it.
A group of people have fainted from crying countless times.
Just as Xin Zhuo was worried, their hearts were empty and their spirits had no sustenance.
When Xin Zhuo was there, they felt that life was full of beauty, the future was full of hope, and life was enjoyable.
Xin Zhuo was gone, and he suddenly found that everything was boring, everything was like a mirror, the Jiang family was not his place to return, and Xi Qin did not seem to be his residence.
It turns out that the whole life can really become empty just because one person leaves.
All that is left to them is their memories.
The pain in my heart was so severe that it couldn't be more painful.
Even hatred cannot be accumulated.
Vengeance to whom? Toward the sky?
In fact, they didn't even see him for the last time, and there were no bones left.
After a long time, Cui Ying'er looked at the thin figure in front of her. She had been standing quietly where the Jade Gate disappeared for several days, never moving, and the tears on her face had never dried. She was the Earth Immortal. , there are also signs of crumbling.
She suddenly discovered that the girl that the head of the family missed the most during his lifetime was her, and she was also the person who missed the head of the family the most!
She wiped the corners of her eyes, sighed softly, stood up and walked over: "Miss Su..."
I don’t know how to say the words that come to my mouth.
"He must not be dead, he must be playing a huge joke on everyone! You don't understand him, he is a monkey spirit." Su Miaojin chuckled, but his eyes were full of sadness and numbness.
Cui Ying'er felt as if anything she said was superfluous, so she had no choice but to stand with him.
And from the highest point of the hill ahead, there was a whimpering sound. The little yellow figure was kneeling on the ground, with a strong human sadness on its face. It was Xiao Huang. It had been kneeling for a few days, and it was also slightly... It has not moved at all, and no one is allowed to touch it. It has to kneel down, waiting for its owner, and does not want to leave anywhere!
In a mountain col in the distance, stood a beautiful figure, dressed in green clothes swaying in the wind. She had been standing for three days, and the tears on her face were dry and wet, wet and dry again.
Flying swallow!
"I don't hate you anymore, come back."
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"Old ghost, do you think Jiang Yuqing is dead?"
Further away, Li Guangling, Huang Taigai and Jiang Yongsu stood with hands in hand, burning paper money, martial arts secrets, earthly immortal magic, magical powers and secrets beside them.
The one who spoke was Huang Taigai, with a hesitant expression on his face. He couldn't accept the sudden collapse of that defiant boy.
There was a trace of hesitation on Li Guangling's face. Frankly speaking, he was confused. He just thought that Jiang Yuqing was very talented, and he happened to hear about Deng Taixuan. Their experiences were very similar, so he gave him an idea.
What's going on inside, what's going to happen, and how does he know?
Looking at the expectant faces of Huang Taigai and Jiang Yong, he hesitated: "Maybe... not dead?"
"probability?"
"One level? Two levels?"
The wind blew and blew the gloomy old faces of Huang Taigai and Jiang Yong.
After a long time, Huang Taigai waved his sleeves: "King Qin Jiang Yuqing has passed away after all! Alas!"
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He felt confused and dizzy, as if countless pictures were flashing before his eyes, and as if he couldn't see anything clearly. His body was extremely sore and numb, and finally turned into ice-cold water.
I don’t know how long it took, but Xin Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes. He was not dead?
It was snowing all over the sky, and the world was covered with heavy makeup. This was a place... similar to an academy, with a Commandment Monument next to it.
Opposite him, a vaguely familiar fat man was pointing a big knife at him.
There were many people around.
He looked around in surprise, and a big question mark appeared in his mind.
Opposite are Qin Yuliu, Master Jiang, Master Xu, Pu Jing, Pu Ming and others. Have they not been imprisoned and destroyed?
Next door is a group of... Bai Xuanji, He Liancheng, Feng Sanbao and other members of Yikuishe, who?
Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu and others were kneeling beside the opposite wall.
"Qiugong Pavilion?"
He finally thought about where this was, and his brain couldn't help but roar.
Why are you back in this damn place again?
He pinched himself hard and it hurt. He grabbed a handful of snow and it was very cold!
real!
"Okay! I'll just kill you!"
The person in front spoke.
He finally remembered the little person in front of him who looked like a pear and had long been forgotten, the Pear Master, who was holding the knife in front of him!
Qiugong Pavilion, the humiliation that day...
Why am I back here?
He thought carefully and recalled carefully, but he still couldn't figure it out. He tried to use his mental method, but he couldn't do it at all. His whole body was extremely weak, and it seemed that he was still at the seventh level.
It seemed that there was a voice somewhere in his mind, or maybe it was his own voice——
There is no such thing as the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, no such thing as the King of Qin, no such great and unparalleled master. All of these are just the fantasies of a little bandit and a little man who was unwilling to give up before his death!
Indescribable humiliation and fear filled my heart!
"Die!"
Li Fuzi's broadsword, which was as big as a door panel, contained the infuriating energy of the Five Elements of Reversal Fire, and slashed hard at his head.
Close!
Death seems to last only a moment!
A strong unwillingness and anger arose in his heart: "Idiot, you lowly thing, die!"
He jumped up, stretched out his two fingers and clamped the big knife. With a little force, he broke it into two pieces. The broken blade flew straight towards Li Fuzi's neck, and cut off his head in a flash.
"Poof!" Blood splashed on the snow, and the head rolled away.
Xin Zhuo turned a deaf ear and pushed towards Qin Yuliu and others step by step: "I, Xin Zhuo, cannot be killed by the sky, and the earth cannot be destroyed. If I want to die, I will die by myself. How can I be killed by pigs, dogs and otherworldly bitches like you?"
He waved his hand and swatted away, his palm shot out like a dragon, killing seven people with one palm, and their bodies were scattered on the ground.
Then he picked up the knife with his foot, and with a slight tap, he went straight to Ji Yaoyue in the crowd, ignored her surprise, and cut off her head!
He stood a little further and was already in the air. He stared at the attic coldly: "Dongfang, Mie Ling, you despicable thing, die!"
He stretched out his hand and touched it. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword covered the sky with blood. He slashed open the attic with one blow, and then chopped off the heads of Dongfang and Mie Ling.
Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the sky red!
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and looked around: "Go away!"
"Buzz——"
The snowflakes in the sky, the commandment monument, the students, the Qiugong Pavilion, etc. all melted and disappeared.
"Huh?"
I heard someone not far away saying in surprise: "Another one has woken up!"
"How many years have you woken up?"
"Only nine days!"
"good!"
