Immortal Voices Chapter 330: Di Beng

lnmao.org, the fastest update of the latest chapters!

Emperor Yingping wants the entire Rongguo, not an empty shell.

How exactly did Rongdi confuse all the people.

Now it is the time limit of Emperor Rong. If he dares to attack Rong Dynasty, I am afraid that those people will be able to fight hard and die for their majesty.

As the saying goes, the mourning soldier must win. His great Zhao is going to be promoted to the dynasty, and he cannot make unnecessary sacrifices at this time.

Finally, let them linger for a while.

When this momentum is over, and the new emperor is enthroned, he will calculate the general ledger together.

In the imperial capital, all the civil and military officials have knelt on the ground.

They lifted their heads to look at the sword-like emperor on the dragon chair, and they all showed sadness, and their eyes were full of dismay.

Those who can kneel here are those who have lived with emperors and ministers for more than thousands of years.

They worked hard to manage a great cause, and poured their lives and ambitions on the emperor, and they could no longer be divided.

But now, the emperor who carried them all is about to fall, which makes it hard for them to accept it.

The emperor seemed to be extremely tired, and the star-like eyes in the winter were also dim.

He spoke softly, and Binghan's voice was as before: "After I collapse, I will be succeeded by the emperor and daughter Ya."

"No." Everyone knocked their heads deeply.

"The third son of the Taiwei sealed the town of Wuhou, and chooses a day to marry the emperor and prince." The emperor paused and said, "My will is based on the meaning of the emperor and prince."

"The ministers are waiting to lead the order." All the ministers crawled on the ground, distraught.

The emperor didn't look at them. He stood up holding the sword, his eyes seemed to look at the country he governed through numerous obstacles, and the people who treated him sincerely.

"In the end, what I can most worry about is to treat my people sincerely." The emperor's star-like eyes flashed with warm and simple smiling faces.

He tentatively responded to his subjects, raising the corners of his mouth unskillfully, and showing a smile that was stiff because he rarely laughed. The arc was learned from Calm Rongxian, and it seemed warm and comfortable, worthy of Rong Guo Treasured by all people.

With a loud ‘boom’, the Tianzhu collapsed!

After all, the emperor closed the eyes that always exuded arrogance and nobleness. He stood in front of the dragon chair, even if he died, he could not bend his waist.

In the end, the only thing the emperor holds in his hands is the sword that he never leaves on the nine-tier high and cold and lonely.

From the time he was seriously injured, it was the people of Rongguo who supported him to this day.

Until death, the people of Rongguo were still worried about him.

His kendo is the foundation of humanity. He said that he is a sword repairer, so the whole Rongguo is his sword.

Qing Luck Golden Dragon wailed miserably, like reluctance and grief.

The karma created by the emperor over the years has already committed killings and calamities.

Under the engulfing of endless karma, even the only real spirit is about to be lost.

If the true spirit dissipates, there will be no chance of reincarnation. It can be said that the body and spirit are destroyed.

At this moment, in the sea of ​​luck, the wailing Qianzhang Jinlong slowly lifted the dragon's head, and the extremely deep dragon's roar was full of pain.

The golden dragon wailed and swung its tail across the dark and cold killing karma.

As the dragon's tail approached those karma, it burst into golden light.

The luck of the golden dragon quickly evaporates, and the karma cancels each other out, after all, it will keep the emperor's true spirit indestructible in all kinds of difficulties.

Golden Dragon swallowed the true spirit in one bite, a faint sadness appeared in the agile eyes, and his domineering body suddenly gathered and dispersed.

It plunged into the sea of ​​luck, and after rolling and roaring, the lost luck was made up again.

Every scale of Jinlong's body is full of boundless domineering and bitterness, which does not match the sorrow, but the entire Rong dynasty feels the heart-piercing sadness.

Boom...

Boom...

Boom...

The sound of the death knell of the Taimiao Temple spreads across every inch of land in the northern border.

The saint fell, and the death knell sounded ten times.

The fall of Yasheng, the death knell sounds nine.

The emperor falls, the death knell sounds seven.

The death knell rang, and the dull voice centered on the dynasty, spreading in all directions.

Anyone who knows that shouldn't know realizes that the majestic, stunning and brilliant sword emperor has fallen asleep.

The entire Rongguo, thousands of miles away.

The cold wind is bitter, and the snow is fluttering down, and it seems that the heavens are also in mourning.

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the female emperor missed her hand and dropped her beloved chessboard and stopped the court for three days.

Bei Zhao, Fu Yuhuang, who was on his way, fell to the ground.

She looked at Qianjing's direction from a distance, and muttered: "The person I want to drink the most, really will never be invited."

She drew her long sword and danced the emperor sword on the spot over and over again.

One move, one move, fierce and powerful, beautiful and stern.

The sword fell, cold and frost all over the place.

She picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine, and laughed loudly: "It's a joke to forget your worries and worries."

She flicked her sleeves away, struck the long sword vigorously, and the long sword flew into the air.

Fu Yuhuang stood on the long sword and walked towards the far north like lightning.

Bin County, the voices of no hundreds of people crying and howling sounded in their ears.

"Doctor Rong, are you sad?" Old Wu's voice made Rong Xian come back to his senses.

After the soul in the depths of consciousness disappears, all consciousness returns to the body.

Rong Xian quickly pulled out the silver needle with both hands, and the corner of her mouth bends slightly: "Why the old gentleman asks like this?"

Old Wu felt the dark wounds in his body that had tossed him for a hundred years as if he was quickly healed by a big hand, and the dry meridians and lungs seemed to flow into the vibrant spring water and renewed.

Elder Wu is very happy. He has never been so happy as he is now.

He blinked his eyes mischievously like a naughty boy, and said: "Your expression is very sad, you must be very sad."

He pointed to the crying people around him and said: "They are all crying, you are not crying, but you are also sad."

"Is it so obvious?" The smile at the corner of Rong Xian's mouth closed, and a feeling of sorrow and weakness surged into her heart, and her eyes, which were as clear as a Wang Liquan, were covered with a layer of mist, shallow , Like the mist under the drizzle in the water town.

"Teacher?" Rong Yu, who was holding a fan to make medicine for the patient, looked at Rong Xian worriedly.

Rong Xian lowered her eyes, but the sadness on her body was very obvious.

Rong Xian moved slowly and put the silver needle back into the medicine box. There was a natural melancholy between her eyebrows, and her tone was also with a faint mourning: "The person who is important to me is gone. Let my medical skills be superb. Can't save him."

Her eyebrows are picturesque, and her phoenix eyes are as clear as waves. Her eyes seem to carry the cleanest and most beautiful scenery in the world, but at this time, the beautiful scenery is dripping with light rain, adding a little bit of water. Sad: "I will never see him again."

She sighed: "The vicissitudes of humanity, you can't keep those who want to stay, and those who want to go don't dare to go."

Without me, it is the one who wants to go but dare not go. He is afraid that he will not see Cousin Jing even if he is dead, so he can only perish with his memories day after day.

Listening to her words, Rong Yu's heart was full of regrets. He has never met the sword emperor who has been legendary for thousands of years in the small thousand world, the emperor of the middle thousand worlds with stunning talents and mighty waves. I have never seen that person's peerless elegance, but in a blink of an eye it has become a farewell.

Everything turned out so suddenly.