Collapse.
It's really ruined.
From top to bottom, it exploded into blood mist inch by inch.
The void fell into silence.
Deathly silence.
It was as if, at this moment, the whole world had stopped. Except for the power of his aftermath, which was still spreading, no one moved!
Jingtai is dead?
Jingtai is dead!
!
Everyone, everyone who could see this scene, was stunned.
Unbelievable.
Really unbelievable.
Before, he was like a god, aloof and arrogant. Now, in front of everyone, he exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The eldest princess Pingyang let out a sigh of relief, as if she had put down some burden. She looked at Sima Ke, who was still in shock after witnessing the battle between Yangshen and Yangshen, and said softly:
"Dajin...is gone."
But a thought flashed through Sima Ke's mind.
My dad...won?
Of course, this father is not that father, and this father is not that father.
Dajin... is gone.
But he really doesn't necessarily die.
After all, Chen Yuan is also a fake father, so we have to leave him a way to survive, right?
However, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart.
The country is gone.
The Great Jin Dynasty, which had been their country for hundreds of years, lost directly on this day after their father gambled away everything, without any room for improvement.
Because, next, rebels from all walks of life will start fighting together.
And how can the Sima family, which has lost many strong men and popularity, rise again?
Concubine Yang froze on the spot, not knowing what she was thinking in her eyes.
Perhaps, she was regretting that if she had not given the harem ban to Chen Yuan, today, it might be a different scene.
The imperial warriors below began to give up, and the only two remaining divine envoys of the Tianxian Division, Zhang Yantong and Xiao Jing, looked at each other, but they should have been angry.
At this moment, no one could detect any sadness in the other person's eyes.
Xiao Jing was a member of the Xiang family, and he wished that the imperial court would collapse, but at this time, before the Lord had awakened her, he had to continue to fight for the imperial court.
As for Zhang Yantong, he felt relieved.
Even if the emperor dies, he will be able to enjoy the blessing of his daughter without any burden.
Others had confusion in their eyes.
The emperor is dead, is there any point in them fighting again?
Those Jianghu warriors also stopped their hands at this time. When the light came on before, they all ran for their lives in a panic, but now they were ecstatic in their hearts.
Troubled times...are coming!
"His Majesty!
! "
A blush overflowed from the corner of Gu Tianqiong's mouth, his eyes stiffened, and he gritted his teeth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could this happen? how so!
The imperial court has paid so much, and he has also paid so much.
But, the result came out so easily?
Where is the imperial court?
Where are these loyal ministers?
Where is the power of the Sima family?
"Gu Tianqiong, Jingtai is dead, there is no need to resist anymore, now I give you a chance, kill yourself with both arms, and spare your life!"
A faint smile appeared on Dongfang Sheng's lips.
He was unwilling to fight Gu Tianqiong before, but because Jiang He came from behind, the two of them joined forces and put him at a disadvantage, no matter how much Gu Tianqiong burned up his strength.
It is impossible to be worthy of the two of them.
After all, Jiang He's strength is indeed not low.
Even he has to admit this.
There was a sword, and even he felt a fatal danger.
Jiang He didn't put away his sword, but he didn't take action again. He just watched this scene quietly. Maybe, in the next moment, he would still draw his sword and kill Gu Tianqiong, his former boss.
"Impossible, Your Majesty will not die!"
Gu Tianqiong gritted his teeth and looked a little crazy. The aura on his body increased instead of falling. He stared at Dongfang Sheng and Jiang He and said in a concentrated voice:
"Chen Yuan, he can't kill His Majesty, you...will die today too!"
"Why bother?"
"Haha... Even if our Jin Kingdom is destroyed, you will have to stay today!" Gu Tianqiong's eyes glowed with a strange blood-colored light.
"Let's do it."
Jiang He said calmly.
However, his words were not directed at Gu Tianqiong, but at Dongfang Sheng. The implication was that if he was not willing to live, then send him on his way.
Decent, here you go.
No, no one is to blame!
"good."
Dongfang Sheng nodded slightly and sighed:
"Then today, I will send Governor Gu on his way!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!
! "
Sima Che's roar followed closely, his eyes full of anger. How could the Sima family's empire be ruined here? Aren't the dead people enough?
If a few million is not enough, then tens of millions!
Use the lives of tens of millions of people to stabilize the country of Jin!
But what responded to him was another heavy blow from Taoist Tianxu. This blow forced Sima Che back and left him completely seriously injured.
At the same time, he also forcibly held the thirty-six Dinghai Pearls in his hands, with a smile on his lips:
"If fellow Taoist Sima doesn't believe it, you can go down and ask His Majesty the Emperor. As for this Dinghai Pearl, it was originally a magic weapon of the Chu Dynasty, and was later given to the Sima clan.
Now, the Jin Dynasty is about to be destroyed, and as a citizen of Da Chu, Pindao takes it back on his behalf. "
"Not lost, not lost yet."
Sima Che raised his head, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
Even if Jingtai's plan fails, Taizu still exists. Taizu is still alive. He is an immortal and will definitely be able to recreate the world.
"Then why don't you think about why your great ancestor hasn't shown up yet?" Taoist Tianxu saw Sima Che's thoughts and said slowly.
"you!
! "
Sima Che's tone was choked.
"Let's get on the road. The Sima family has been on the road to destroying the country since the founding of the country. Today, you are the ones to blame." Taoist Tianxu said.
At the same time, divine thoughts quickly covered the Dinghai Pearl. The Dinghai Pearl surrounding him lit up thirty-six rays of light and was...forcibly changing hands!
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Taoist Lingxu stood with his hands behind his back, the Immortal Killing Sword standing in front of him, breathing in powerful sharp energy.
In front of him was Lingshan Jishi Bodhisattva, who was also the Great Sage Qitian of Southern Xinjiang. At this moment, his eyes were red, and streaks of blood were glowing on his body.
The right fist that exploded into a ball of blood mist before has now grown back.
However, the strength has begun to decline.
The demon tribe is already physically powerful, and the Bodhisattva Jishi has also cultivated the Buddhist Golden Body, and his defense is excellent. Even though Taoist Lingxu has the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand, he has the upper hand.
But it is simply impossible to kill the Bodhisattva Jishi in a short period of time.
That's why he said it.
Aren't you leaving yet?
But Jishi Bodhisattva did not give up. His eyes were still full of crazy thoughts. He roared angrily and punched Taoist Lingxu again. The void exploded.
The rematch between the two was only one-sided. In fact, most of the people present had given up at this moment.
"Why...."
Taoist Fengyuan of Kunlun Mountain, who was wearing Taoist robes, sighed softly, seeming to be a little regretful, but also like sighing, but he still did not stop.
Still using the Hunyuan Shentu to trap Song Yingqiao.
The Zhenwu Immortal Sword exudes bright light, shattering all attacks, but the situation has also reached a very dangerous situation. If you are not careful, you will be seriously injured.
After that, there was no choice but to escape.
"Amitabha!"
The national teacher Samantabhadra clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
He had been a national counselor in the Jin Dynasty for hundreds of years. Looking at the emperors of the Sima family in the past, the only ones worthy of his seriousness were the founding emperor Taizu and Jingtai.
As for the others, they are not worth mentioning.
Now, today's death also coincides with the end of the Sima family's fortune.
Chu Changfeng exhaled a breath of turbid air and panted heavily. The breath on his body had begun to fall rapidly, and the sharpness had gradually begun to fade away.
After all, it is still the first time to enter Yangshen.
There is no way he can compete with a strong man like Samantabhadra.
He did not think that his qualifications were weaker than his. If the two had equal cultivation, Chu Changfeng was confident that he could kill him, but unfortunately, this was impossible.
Fortunately, Jingtai is dead, and the fight should be almost over by now.
Otherwise, he would really be unable to hold on if the fight continued.
It's not worth it to die here.
"Amitabha...."
The previous Buddha's name was recited by Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and this one was recited by Medicine Master Liuli Bodhisattva. He glanced in Jingtai's direction and did not take action again.
Feng Jiuge frowned, but did not continue.
Even if they fight, they will only be evenly matched.
Without the immortal soldiers of the Goddess Palace, she really couldn't break the golden body of Medicine Master Liuli Bodhisattva. She could only continue the stalemate and fight, which actually didn't make much sense.
Anyway, the goal has been achieved.
When Jingtai dies, the world will collapse.
It's not that his prestige is strong, but that he is the emperor, which is a symbol in itself. Even if the old thief Sima wakes up, he can't keep everyone waiting any longer.
The Goddess Palace can almost be loosened.
Thinking of this, she glanced at the battlefield in the distance. It was a low-altitude melee, a battlefield intentionally separated by the warriors under the Yangshen.
And her eyes fell on the figure who claimed to be the Taoist Master Changqing of the Taoist Palace.
His eyes were wandering, not knowing what he was thinking.
"His Majesty!
! "
"His Majesty!
! "
The fighting spirit of the hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops below began to collapse after Jingtai's death. No matter what happened before, he was still their symbol.
As long as you win, everything will be easy.
But now, as soon as the emperor died, they lost their confidence.
The power of the battle formation began to decline almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, an invisible sadness enveloped the hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops.
The corner of the Gu family's ancestor's mouth raised a sneer, but he did not stop. With a wave of his hand, divine light shone down, and the Forbidden Army fell down like rice in the field.
Without the blessing of the battle formation, these people are no different from ants to True Monarch Yang Shen.
Taoist Qingxu's eyes were calm and he didn't take action, but he didn't stop him either. He just watched this scene quietly.
The most peaceful thing on the battlefield was the confrontation between Ye Xiangnan and Manjusri. They were like this before, and they are still like this now.
Even though the confrontation between Chen Yuan and Jingtai caused most of the strong men to retreat, they did not move when Yu Bo approached the two of them.
It's like encountering a wall that you can't penetrate at all.
Ye Xiangnan's eyes moved slightly and slowly opened them.
Manjushri Bodhisattva's mouth overflowed with a wisp of bright red.
Clearly, the outcome has been decided!
"The donor deserves to be the second best in the world, worse than a poor monk."
Manjushri Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said.
"You are qualified to be under me." Ye Xiangnan won, but he did not mean to despise Manjusri, being able to compete with him above the rules to this point.
The power of Manjusri has been proven.
The third best person in the world deserves this title.
As for the others, he originally wanted to try with Demon Lord Shura, but now it seems that there is no need. After all, he is an immortal. As for Chen Yuan...
Top ten on the list.
"The poor monk lost today's discussion. I will go to Emperor Wu's City tomorrow and discuss it with the benefactor again. However, this has nothing to do with strength. The poor monk also wants to test the benefactor's strength."
"Jingtai is dead, you still want to fight?"
"Whether Your Majesty dies or not has nothing to do with the poor monk asking for advice."
"Haha, interesting."
“What does the donor think?”
"Then come on, Tao, you are no match for your strength, and you are even less so!"
Ye Xiangnan's momentum suddenly exploded, bringing with him an extremely powerful self-confidence.
"please."
At the very back of the Forbidden Army in the capital, a black-armored soldier looked at the scene of Jingtai's collapse. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, and he whispered to himself:
"Waste is waste...."
At the critical moment of the fight, Jingtai felt something was wrong all over his body. Both his spirit and his energy and blood were stagnant. This was naturally his move.
Since he had predicted Jingtai's plan in advance, how could he not make preparations?
Not only was there a problem with the blood pool at the foot of the Purple Mountain, but there was also a problem with the blood he borrowed from Wu Daozi. He had done it himself before Wu Daozi was seriously injured without realizing it.
Left to his own devices.
No one noticed except himself.
And when they fight, it's time to explode.
It's good to die, it's good to die.
Chen Yuan cannot be killed for the time being, but at least the chaos in the world can be considered completed. After all, his death also has a share of his contribution, which can comfort the descendants of the Xiang family who died at the hands of the imperial court for more than two hundred years.
"call...."
He also slowly exhaled a breath and prepared to leave quietly.
After Jingtai died, whether he showed up or not was no longer that important.
At least, Chen Yuan should still have half his life left.
Although various thoughts flashed through the minds of most people present, their eyes at this moment still subconsciously stayed at the center of the previous confrontation.
As the aftermath swept across, the light above the nine heavens gradually disappeared.
It seems that the dust has settled.
Finally, the light dissipated, and a figure in torn clothes stood in the sky. A black light was still shining, which was the center point of the fight.
It directly shattered the void.
One can imagine how terrifying the confrontation was.
The original mask of Demon Lord Shura has now shattered and collapsed, replaced by Chen Yuan's true appearance and the mysterious lines on his face that have not completely dissipated.
After the clothes burst, what was exposed was Chen Yuan's finely dressed body. Although there were bloodstains, it had a strange sense of beauty.
"Ahem..."
Chen Yuan coughed twice, and a blush overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
In the center of the confrontation, even though he had a strong body and was protected by Moro, he was still seriously injured.
After all, no matter how strong the defense is, it cannot withstand the void in this world.
When the void is shattered, one can imagine how much pressure people will feel.
Chen Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at Jingtai's original position, with an unusually solemn look flashing in his eyes.
He wanted Jingtai to die.
I really wanted to, and I paid a huge price for it.
but....
It's a pity that Jingtai is not dead yet!
It's not that he sensed any aura. In fact, even Xiang Qianqiu didn't think Jingtai could survive. How could he sense it? As for the source of his guess, it is because of... luck!
Yes, luck!
If Jingtai dies, the purple luck will be absorbed by the Qi Luck Altar, and then give him guidance for the next opportunity, but unfortunately, he does not feel the luck entering his body.
In this case, there is only one possibility.
That is,
Jingtai,
Still alive!
Chen Yuan ignored the speculations and looks of the people below. He just looked ahead and said softly:
"I know, you're not dead yet."
The void was silent, but his voice resounded in everyone's ears.
Gu Tianqiong. Sima Che, Jiang He, Dongfang Sheng, the four great Bodhisattvas, and even Ye Xiangnan and Manjusri all suddenly stared at each other at this moment.
Jingtai (Your Majesty) is not dead yet?
Xiang Qianqiu was already preparing to leave, but when he heard this soft voice, he suddenly frowned and shrank in disbelief. His plan failed?
Jingtai...isn't he dead yet? !
"Haha...haha...Chen Yuan, I still underestimated you before, but you can actually see that I am not dead yet. It is really not easy."
Jingtai, who had already passed away, once again heard a rolling sound of thunder in the void.
Xiang Qianqiu was stunned for a moment and clenched his fists.
What's happening here!
The physical body collapses, and the soul is dispersed.
How could he not be dead yet?
Something went wrong.
Where.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked a little shocked.
In the void where the waves had dispersed, streaks of magical brilliance illuminated the heaven and earth. Above the capital, the endless fortune of the Jin Dynasty surged forward, converging in the direction of the Purple Mountain.
A somewhat illusory figure condensed between heaven and earth.
That's...Jingtai!
Although his body is a bit illusory, there is no doubt that he is not dead!
Jingtai's face gradually became clearer, and the fear in his eyes had just dissipated. Just now, many of his plans fell through, and decades of accumulation were destroyed.
But that doesn't mean he died just like that.
"Chen Yuan, you and Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha are really powerful, and you left a back-up in advance. My power of incense and my body of millions of blood essences were all shattered by you.
However, if you want to kill me like this, you would be looking down on me too much.
My plan is more than that. To say the least, I want to thank you for breaking my true body so that my soul can be dispersed between heaven and earth and coordinate with the fate of the country.
Why do you think I have to go through that tribulation? Why do you think I want to get rid of my karma? Yes, my goal is the destiny of this country.
I originally thought that with the help of the national destiny, I could have the power of immortals, but now I find that that is not enough. As of now, I have become one with the national destiny of the Jin Dynasty.
If the Jin Dynasty is not destroyed, then I will not be destroyed.
If the Jin Dynasty is not destroyed, then I will live forever! "
Jingtai's lips curled up into a smile.
Without Chen Yuan breaking him into pieces, he really wouldn't have had the chance to reach this point and become immortal... This is a state that even immortals cannot reach, but now, he has achieved it.
"Chen Yuan, the previous battle was already your limit, right? Now...what power do you have to defeat me? Hahaha...Kill you, kill everyone here, and my kingdom will be over. Can last forever!
If you do all the calculations, can you possibly calculate the current situation? Surrender, I can finally give you a chance to live. As long as you are willing to be a servant forever, I can still give you glory and wealth.
"There is no need to destroy your Taoist Palace!"
Behind Chen Yuan, a burst of light flashed, and a sense of detachment lingered in his heart. Moro's power slowly receded. He glanced at Jingtai, then looked at Chen Yuan, and said via voice:
"From now on, it's up to you."
"senior...."
"Someone came to see me."
After saying that, Moro no longer lingered and turned around to merge into the void.
As soon as Moro left, the pressure fell on Chen Yuan.
He took a deep breath and raised his head. He could sense how powerful Jingtai was now, integrated with the true national destiny. He was indeed powerful, but it was not without opportunities.
He raised his head, looked at Jingtai, and said in a deep voice:
"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"
Jingtai smiled, although there was no look of contempt, but there was a hint of contempt:
"Not to mention that King Ksitigarbha has left. Even if he is still here, he doesn't have the strength or means to kill me. Just as you are now...why?
Just... are you arrogant?
Chen Yuan looked directly at Jingtai and said in a deep voice:
"It's just me, so what?"
"Haha...then you will perish."
"Jingtai, do you think you won?"
"Isn't it?"
"But in fact, you...are seeking your own death!"
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