After Mo Wendong said this, the sword ancestor tightened the teapot for a moment.

Except for those immortals, no one knows how terrible the sword of the Sword Ancestor is. With his realm, the teapot fell into his hands and became a sword. The pot was used as the scabbard, the lid was the hilt of the sword, and the tea water was used as the sword. When the lid of the pot fell to the ground, the tea water that was floating might penetrate Mo Wendong's throat.

"Father." Mo Wendong did not resist at all, but called in a low voice.

After all, the sword ancestor took back the teapot, "Okay."

Because of this, he has really been thinking about it for many years.

This world has also proved with practical actions that it is not worthy of her so unswervingly protecting and even giving her life.

"Those people will eventually pay the price." Mo Wendong looked at the moon in the sky, "The seventh day of the seventh month is coming."

It's about to get up in the morning.

The people of the Jianghu returned to the capital through a secret passage and did not return. As for the eight shadow guards, they were directly under the imperial guards. After Emperor Jingyang passed away, they accepted the fact that Ling Pengyue was about to become the king of a country and swear to be loyal to him to the death. After Ling Pengyue handled the matter of Baima Temple, he came to find the owner of Baima Temple.

Ling Pengyue looked down at Yu Jing's body and found that although he was dead, his internal strength had even flowed out, becoming an empty shell, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Yuanjie behind him was also full of sadness.

Mo Ying even covered her mouth and nose, and her face was filled with tears.

Ling Pengyue suddenly remembered the spring day many years ago. Mo Wendong took them to the Luoyang city tower and looked at the mountains and rivers, and then asked each of them to write four words on paper to express their feelings. And what they wrote was for the empire. But only Yu Jing wrote five words.

"I hope you're safe."

The reason why he wrote one more word is because of his piety. The road ahead is unknown and the road is bleak. In the face of other people's bold words, he seemed a little cautious, and was ridiculed by many people for this. In the end, Ling Pengyue walked forward and cut the word "look" for him.

They all complained about why Yu Jing went astray. But later they realized that Yu Jing was also using another method to protect them.

"In the fate, no matter what choice it makes, it will only be fate." Ling Pengyue turned around.

Kong Wenliang knelt down directly, "Your Majesty!"

"I know who you are." Ling Pengyue said in a voice that everyone present could hear.

Kong Wenliang was sweating coldly.

"You made the emperor brother a tyrant in the eyes of the world, and even made many people who should not have died because of it." Ling Peng pressed the hilt of the sword with Yue's hand.

Kong Wenliang begged: "Your Majesty forgive me!"

Ling Pengyue finally did not wave his sword. He came back this time to stop Ling Aoyang. But now Ling Aoyang is dead, in a sense, his goal has also been achieved.

"If you pass the order, you will recall all the 100,000 troops in the north, and there must be no mistakes."

"Those who violate the order shall be killed."

Yinglongtai, above the ruins.

"It seems that we all guessed wrong." Ling Jianqiu turned around and looked at Mu Kexin behind him.

"Not many people died. But a few important people died." Mu Kexin murmured.

Ling Jianqiu nodded, "It's time to leave."

"Don't you continue to stay here?" Mu Kexin emitted a sword energy, "It's an opportunity for the new emperor to ascend the throne."

"Do you really think Ling Pengyue will be a good person?" Ling Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

Mu Kexin was slightly stunned, thinking about something.

"No need to think about it. The most unbearable thing in this world is the emperor's heart." Ling Jianqiu gave her a sword, "Unless you can have the ability to violate the ban with martial arts. Leave a gift to the emperor with me."

Mu Kexin blocked the sword, "Okay."

In Anguo Mansion, Meng Daishan woke up from the bed and was just in the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

"It's finally done." She stretched to the sunshine with satisfaction.

From now on, the first year of Liliang will be.

Ling Pengyue ascended the throne and was called Emperor Cheng Xuan, and Yan Yuanjie took charge of military power.

Three days later.

"I can't take off for the time being, so I'll ask you." In the Jiexin Mansion, Mo Wendong wrote a book, tied it to the edge of the pigeon's legs, and then let it fly out.

"I heard that this black and white eunuch is Mo Wendong's apprentice." Outside Luoyang City, several men dressed in mysterious hats stood on the cliff, looking at the completely collapsed gap on the city wall from afar, and they couldn't hide their surprise.

"Immortal Book, can it really have such terrifying power?" One of the men in the hat swallowed.

"This is a trap, don't shake it." A voice that seemed to be wandering outside the world sounded.

Everyone in the hat bowed their heads respectfully, "Master of the Hall!"

The haggard man in a black robe floated up from a shadow and nodded at them. It was Tang Yunying, the leader of the former Tang Sect Juexi Hall.

"Master, I got the news from you a few months ago that I was going to disband Juexi Hall. What's the matter if you asked us to come today?" asked the man in the head hat.

"Since there is no Juexi Hall in the world, I'm asking you to come, so of course I'm not going to kill anyone." Tang Yunying said quietly.

The man in the hat wanted to ask again, but a carrier pigeon flew over and landed in Tang Yunying's hands.

Tang Yunying unfolded the letter paper, and when he saw the end, his eyes became more and more fierce.

"You think of these people's hearts, it's so accurate." Tang Yunying wrinkled the letter paper hard, then threw it into his shadow, like a stone thrown into a pond and disappeared.

Those men in the hats were confused and said, "Master?"

"Do you know that the capital of the capital will not return?" Tang Yunying asked.

"Of course. I've been there to join in the fun a few days ago." The man from the straw hat replied.

"Very good, let me release a message there." Tang Yunying said coldly.

"What news?"

"If you don't return to the city, you will have a fairy book buried."

The capital of the capital is not returned, but in the dark hall.

"First, Luo Feiyu and Ling Jianqiu argued with each other, then Yu Jing and Yu Wei fought to make a decisive battle, which made a hole in the city wall of Luoyang City." The man in black said in a deep voice: "Even if Liu Zangfeng, who had lost his immortal body, was blessed by the sheath blood of the saint of the sheath tribe, he died in the end under the killers' swords. I believe that you have seen these with your own eyes that day."

"Even Ling Aoyang is dead." said the charming woman beside him.

"People who cannot get the immortal book will be destined to be erased." The man directly summarized this matter, "Even if he is the emperor."

Only the old man sitting on the main seat did not say a word.

Because he received an extremely shocking news from his subordinates not long ago.

The man in black and the charming woman also noticed the old man's abnormality today, and a flash of fierce light appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!