Immortal Voices

What Ying Ping wanted was the entire Rongguo, not an empty shell.

How exactly did Rongdi do it, he bewitched all the people.

Now it is the time of Emperor Rong Emperor. If he really dares to conquer the Rong dynasty, I am afraid that the people will really be able to fight back and bury their slain.

As the so-called mourning soldiers win, his Da Zhao is to be promoted to the dynasty, and he cannot make unnecessary sacrifice at this time.

Just let them let Rong Chao linger for a few more days.

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

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

They looked up at the sword-like emperor on the dragon's chair, their faces full of sorrow, their eyes full of perseverance.

Those who can kneel here have been with the emperor and their ministers for thousands of years.

They devoted all their efforts to the great cause, devoting their lives and ambitions to the emperor, and could no longer be separated.

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

The emperor seemed exhausted, and those sparse winter eyes were dim.

He spoke softly, and Bing Han's voice was as it used to be: "After the fall, the royal prince Ya succeeded."

"Noah." Everyone made a loud noise.

"The third son of the elder prince sealed the town of Wuhou and chose to marry the prince," the emperor said, "the will of the emperor is based on the meaning of the empress."

"The minister waited for the concubine." The ministers lay on the ground, distraught.

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

"In the end, I am most reassured by the people who are waiting for you." Emperor Hanxing's eyes twinkled with warm and simple smiley faces.

He tentatively responded to his people. He raised his corners of his mouth with little skill, and revealed a smile that seemed stiff because he rarely smiled. The arc was learned from Rong Xian, and it seemed warm and comfortable. It is worthy of all the people in Rongguo. .

"Boom" loudly, Tianzhu collapsed!

After all, the emperor closed his pair of eyes, which always exuded arrogance and high purity. He stood in front of the dragon chair, and even if he died, he could not make him slump.

In the end, on the high and cold and lonely Nineth Order, the only thing the emperor held in his hand was the sword he never left.

Starting from being seriously injured, the people supporting him to this day are the people of Rongguo.

Until his death, it was the people of Rongguo who could not rest assured.

His kendo is the foundation of humanity. He said that he is a sword repair, then the entire Rongguo is his sword.

The luck Yun Jinlong mournfully mourned, like resentment and grief.

The karma created by the emperor over the years has already committed robberies, but now he has died, and he should be robbed.

Under the swallowing of endless karma, even the only true spirit is about to be lost.

If the true spirit dissipates, there will be no chance of reincarnation.

At this moment, in the sea of ​​luck, the mournful golden dragon slowly raised the head of the dragon, and in that extremely deep dragon yin, full of pain.

Jinlong wailed, sweeping his tail across the dark and cold sinful karma.

As the dragon tail approached those karma, it burned a golden glow.

The luck of Jin Long quickly passed away, and the karma canceled each other. After all, he kept the emperor a little true and immortal in all possible difficulties.

Jinlong swallowed the true spirit with a sigh of sadness, and his domineering body suddenly gathered and scattered.

It plunged into the sea of ​​clouds with one head, and after tumbling and roaring, the disappeared air was replenished.

Every scale in Jinlong is full of immense domineering and nagging, which is very incompatible with that wailing sound, but the entire Rong Dynasty people feel the heartbreaking sadness.

Boom……

Boom……

Boom……

The sound of the death knell of Taimiao spread across every inch of land in northern Xinjiang.

The saint fell, and the death knell ten.

Yasheng fell, and the death knell was nine.

The emperor fell, and the bell died.

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

Anyone who knows should not realize that the emperor in the sword, who is brilliant and amazing, is asleep forever.

Throughout Rongguo, thousands of miles.

The cold wind was blowing, the snow was falling and falling, and it seemed that heaven was silent.

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the emperor missed and fell on the beloved chessboard, and stopped for three days.

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

Looking at Gan Jing from a distance, she murmured, "The person I want to invite to drink is really never invited."

She pulled out her long sword and danced Tianzi Sword over and over again.

One move, one style, powerful and beautiful.

Sword fell, frost everywhere.

She picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine, and laughed, "Forget about worry, it's a joke."

She threw away her sleeves and hit the sword with energy, and the sword flew into the air.

Fu Yuhuang turned over and stood on the sword, heading towards the north as lightning.

In Binxian, hundreds of people were crying in their ears.

"Doctor Rong, are you sad?" Wu Lao's voice brought Rong Xian back to life.

After the spirit in the deep consciousness disappears, all consciousness returns to the body.

Rong Xian quickly pulled out the silver needle with both hands, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved: "Why does the old man ask?"

Wu Lao felt that the dark wound that had tossed him for hundreds of years in his body seemed to be quickly smoothed by a large hand, and the dried meridian lungs seemed to flow into the vibrant spring water, rejuvenating.

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

He blinked mischievously like a puck, saying, "Your expression is so sad, you must be sad."

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

"Is it so obvious?" Rong Xian's smile closed, a feeling of soreness and weakness came to her heart, and a pair of clear, water-like eyes floated on the eyes, like shallow water, like water village Fog under the drizzle.

"Teacher?" Rong Yu, holding a fan aside for the patient's medicine, looked worriedly at Rong Xian.

Rong Xian lowered his eyes, but the bleak atmosphere on his body was very obvious.

Rong Xian slowly put the silver needle back into the medicine box, and the melancholy was a natural melancholy, with a slight silence: "The person who is important to me is gone. Even if I am superb in medicine, I can't save it. he."

Her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were clear, and her eyes seemed to carry the cleanest and most beautiful scenery in the world, but at that moment, the beautiful scenery was pouring light rain, adding a bit of sadness: " I will never see him again. "

She sighed: "Humanities are vicissitudes, you can't keep if you want to stay, but you dare not go if you want to go."

Without me, I was the one who wanted to leave, but he did not dare to leave. He was afraid that he would not see the cousin Jing, but he would only sink with memory.

Rong Yu listened to her words, and his heart was full of pity. He and the sword emperor who has been legendary for thousands of years in Xiaoqianjie, Zhongqianjie was amazing, and the mighty emperor had never met, never met The man's peerless beauty turned into a farewell in the blink of an eye.

Everything turned out so suddenly.