Surrounded by thousands of eunuchs, Prince Feng forced himself to stand up.
His muscles and bones had long been shattered, and it was only through the powerful will of his divine veins that the last glimmer of life remained.
When he stood up, all the muscles and bones in his body were flowing downward like mud, which looked extremely terrifying.
"Kings........"
Yutian leaned forward and wanted to help, but did not dare to reach out.
He was afraid that if he stretched out his hand, Prince Feng's whole body would fall apart.
The faces of the other eunuchs around him were full of worry and anxiety.
King Feng's hair was disheveled, and there was thick blood flowing in his empty eye sockets.
He could not speak, and his throat was already in pieces. At this moment, he vibrated the air with his will and made a sound:
"Master Wang Quan, you are amazing!"
He had expected that Taoist Wang Quan would win, but he did not expect that he would win so quickly.
What's more, he didn't expect that he didn't even take a single move.
Although this move was caught off guard, it also showed that Wang Quan Taoist's martial arts cultivation had already reached a level that he could not understand.
The loser is not unjust.
An Qisheng's expression was dull, neither happy nor sad, he just watched quietly.
"For tens of thousands of years, the world's dynasties have changed many times. Every few hundred or thousands of years, the world will always be in chaos, and the people will be in dire straits..."
King Feng looked at An Qisheng with dark eyes:
"I have inherited two hundred years of martyrdom, and I thought that I would rule all the countries and create a foundation that has never been seen in the world..."
An Qisheng's expression did not change at all.
Unification is never a simple matter.
There are still many countries standing on Xuanxing. Jiufujie is ten times larger than Xuanxing, but it is far behind Xuanxing in every aspect. How easy is it to unify them?
Throughout the ages, it is not only King Feng, nor only Dafeng who wants to unify the world.
According to legend, a long time ago, there were even gods and humans who wanted to unify the world, but in the end, they still had no choice but to give up.
Unifying the world requires more than just peerless force, it requires too many things.
Just one divine weapon?
In fact, even though he had no intention of taking action, he ultimately failed and dragged the entire Feng Country into a war that lasted for decades.
How many thousands of corpses are there?
Two hundred years of ambition only resulted in devastated mountains and rivers.
"Now that I think about it, it's just a joke..."
He raised his trembling hands and sorted out his final appearance.
At the end of his life, King Feng thought he would be crazy and hysterical, but unexpectedly, he felt calm in his heart.
The past events surged through his mind like a tide, but he himself seemed to be a bystander, not touched at all.
His messy hair was combed back, and his blood-flowing eye sockets looked towards the sky:
“After I die, I don’t know how many people will be kings and how many will be widowed!
I wonder who can take advantage of this great inheritance? "
The words floated uncontrollably, and the last breath of his body had dispersed.
The grand plans of life, all the ambitions, all the high spirits, great ideas, unwillingness to resent, also disappeared with it.
"Kings!"
"Kings!"
"Owner!"
As King Feng's breath dissipated, Yutian and other eunuchs were shocked, and then fell to their knees and cried bitterly.
Thousands of eunuchs burst into tears and burst into tears.
The crying seemed to be contagious, and it spread in an instant, and the entire royal city was temporarily covered by the crying.
"How can the king go alone?"
While crying in pain, Yutian raised her long hair and cut her neck like a knife with her palm:
"Chen, I'm here to accompany you!"
Phew~
Amidst the spray of blood, he was exhausted.
"Father-in-law!"
The cries of the eunuchs around him stopped.
In an instant, dozens or hundreds of eunuchs all kowtowed heavily and grabbed the ground with their heads, splattering blood in the royal city.
The bloody atmosphere was intense for a while.
"Poor, pathetic."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
Eunuchs have always been sick, but they are also loyal people. Cao Tiangang is like this, Yu Tian is like this, and so are all the eunuchs who committed suicide.
But they forgot that the eunuch category was originally born because of the king.
Amid bursts of howling, An Qisheng walked.
Wherever he passed, a group of eunuchs and soldiers moved out of the way.
No matter how sad and angry, no matter how unwilling, no one dared to swing the sword.
Under the night at the end of the road, Liu Yanchang and Han Changgong stood with complicated expressions, looking as if they were crying and laughing.
The person who has been loyal to him all his life has come to an end like this.
They were at a loss for a moment.
"A minister who betrays his master, a dog that devours his master..."
Liu Changchang swayed and seemed to wake up a little. He looked at An Qisheng, who was walking towards him, and Prince Feng, who was dead but not fallen not far away. He raised the Yan Fei Dao in his hand and said:
"What's the point of living?"
Having said that, he slashed his sword across the neck to draw his neck.
Dang rang~
With a soft sound, the long knife flew away into the night.
An Qisheng flicked his fingers and flicked the long knife away. He looked at the two soulless divine pulse masters and shook his head slightly:
"The world still exists, and it will not change based on the life or death of one person. You are the important ministers of a country, and those who are loyal to you should be the true master of the country."
When the long knife was released, Liu Changchang was exhausted and despaired of all thoughts.
Hearing this, his body trembled:
"The real owner?"
Isn't the real master of Feng Kingdom King Feng?
Han Changgong also looked at An Qisheng with a complicated expression.
An Qisheng was not surprised by the reaction of the two people. For tens of thousands of years, the environment and characteristics of the Jiufu World have determined that their thinking cannot surpass the world.
Even though they are all top people in the world.
King of the world, family of the world, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Jiufujie is different from Xuanxing. There are no sages who shout that princes, generals and ministers should be peaceful, and there is no concept of equality for everyone.
Looking at the tens of thousands of years of history in Jiufu Realm, one will find something that is unimaginable to people in Xuanxing.
That is, there is no such thing as a peasant uprising in Jiufujie.
Qianshou is truly unable to stand up.
Because of power.
An army of red dragons is enough to sweep away tens of thousands of mobs. A single divine vein can massacre a city and exterminate a species. No amount of ordinary people can defeat a single divine vein.
In fact, throughout the ages, almost no Qi people have been killed by ordinary people.
It is precisely because of absolute powerlessness that no one in power cares about the people.
Whether it's King Feng, Hanchang Palace, or even the Gongun princes above the court, they care about the threats from other countries, the martial arts sects, and the Jianghu gangs, but no one really cares about the people.
It's not that they don't think about it, it's that they really don't care.
"The real masters of a country are its millions of people and countless ordinary people."
An Qisheng looked at the two of them and said calmly:
"They are the real masters of Fengguo, and even the world, and they are the ones to whom you should truly be loyal."
Han Changgong and Liu Yanchang were shocked.
An Qisheng's calm words contained his extremely tyrannical spirit.
As they spoke, they were slightly in a trance, as if they were seeing a completely different world.
In that world, everyone is virtuous, everyone respects the elderly, everyone loves the young, there is unevenness everywhere, no one is deprived of food and warmth, there is no war, no killing, the princes commit the same crimes as the common people...
"what is that......."
The dazed look on Han Changgong's face gradually faded, and he couldn't help but ask.
An Qisheng lowered his eyes and replied:
"The world of great unity."
"The world of great harmony..."
Han Changgong smiled bitterly and shook his head, how could such a world exist?
He sighed and asked:
"What does the Taoist Master want to do next?"
An Qisheng looked at Hanchang Palace, with a ripple in his eyes:
"First of all, give you a makeover..."
"A makeover?"
Han Changgong was startled.
........
The world of Datong is the utopia that Xuanxing longed for in ancient times.
It is a wish that is desirable but difficult to truly realize.
The world is for the common good, people's hearts are selfless, these eight simple words, Xuan Xing has been able to do it in the past and present, and few people have been able to do it.
Let alone everyone should do it?
An Qisheng proposed this concept just to give Han Changgong and Liu Yanchang an idea and an excuse to survive.
In both of them, he saw the intention to die, which was the true meaning of lifelessness.
Under the influence of his powerful divine will, the two regained the idea of living.
After all, they still need to deal with the aftermath.
He always does things from beginning to end, and after killing King Feng, the subsequent turmoil will inevitably disappear.
However, the aftermath was more troublesome than he imagined.
It only took him half a day to kill King Feng and suppress Dragon King Kai, but it took him more than three months to deal with the aftermath.
In the past three months, he first changed the appearance of Hanchang Palace, then cleaned the royal city, and cleared the way for the two people in Hanchang Palace to deal with the aftermath.
Under his powerful 'persuasion', all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were 'persuaded' by him, and the succession to the throne was completed.
"Long live my king!"
In the sound of singing like the roar of mountains and tsunami.
The 'young' King Feng was wearing a dragon robe and an emperor's crown. Surrounded by his ministers, he calmly stepped onto the imperial steps towards the throne that symbolized the highest position in the world.
Looking at the throne, which symbolized the supreme power, there was no joy in his heart.
He had seen this throne countless times, but he never thought that one day he would sit on this throne.
Accept the admiration of your former colleagues.
"The ministers' families are exempted from courtesy!"
Under the crown, the young Prince Feng's calm face had a touch of sadness, and he said calmly:
"If something happens, you will report it early; if nothing happens, you will withdraw from the court."
The ministers stood up respectfully and talked about political affairs.
Among the officials, Huang Fu looked dazed.
He looked at the young Prince Feng on the imperial steps, and for some reason, he felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity. However, he probably had never seen this once unpopular 'prince'.
In fact, he had never heard of this 'prince' before.
"Han Changgong, the leader of Qintian Prison, died fighting for the country and was buried generously. Liu Changchang, the God-catcher, was rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and a hundred pieces of brocade for his meritorious service in escorting him..."
An attendant came forward to announce the decree:
"Instruct Wugan Lingtai Lang, Huang Fu to take over the position of the supervisor of Qintian, and there must be no mistake!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"
Liu Yanchang took a step forward and bowed expressionlessly.
Huang Fu was startled, then walked out of the crowd, suppressed the unspeakable sadness in his heart, and bowed in response:
"Huang Fu thanks the king for his kindness."
"Get flat..."
The young Prince Feng had a dull expression on his face, as if he was looking at the ministers in the court, but his mind was very high, as if he saw the Taoist in white who was gradually retreating outside Fengdu City.
