In the sky above the Dune Palace, the black hole was surrounded by sword energy, so that no one could take a step closer.
Zhuangzi mobilized the Emperor's Sword at the expense of energy and longevity, which also attracted the attention of the world.
Below, all the Dune Palace guards, including Zhao Zhang, were dead.
Everyone is waiting together.
"Buzz!"
I saw that after waiting for a while, the black hole's sword energy converged, the sword energy collapsed, and the black hole quickly filled up.
In the filled void, there stood a person, it was Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi held Zhao Yong's Moye Sword in his hand, with a heavy expression on his face.
"Dad, you, what's wrong with you...?" Deng Lingzi exclaimed.
"Zhuangzi? Your hair?" Xiang Fuzi, Li Mu, Lian Po and others all had their mouths open.
Because Zhuangzi used the real sword of the emperor, which consumed his energy and longevity. At this moment, Zhuangzi had white hair and an old look on his face, like an old man in his dying years.
Everyone was shocked.
On the other side, there were two halves of Zhao Yong's body floating in the air.
"Dad!" King Zhao below suddenly showed a sad expression.
Zhuangzi felt very heavy. Zhao Yong's soul was gone, and even Zhuangzi couldn't save him. However, Zhao Yong's words before his death made Zhuangzi feel very uncomfortable.
"Taiyi, I am dead, but I am happy. I, Zhao Yong, will have no regrets even if I die! We will never be able to feed you!"
Zhao Yong's last words revealed a great sadness.
I, Zhao Yong, will have no regrets even if I die! We will never be fed!
Zhuangzi smiled bitterly: "Master Tongtian, I'm sorry for my prejudice against you back then. Your clone is part of your character and deserves greatness!"
Zhuangzi sighed and looked down at the Moye Sword in his hand.
Mo Xie's sword was controlled by the curse seal just like the original Ju Que. However, the Ju Que was completely controlled at the beginning, but Mo Xie was resisting and could not control himself. In fact, the curse seal was not completely introduced into his consciousness.
An incomplete curse seal was completely dispelled after Zhao Yong's death. However, Mo Xie's consciousness was now traumatized and he was in a coma.
Stepping forward, Zhuangzi returned below with Mo Xie Sword and Zhao Yong's corpse.
"Dad! Are you okay?" Deng Lingzi said anxiously.
Looking at the old Zhuangzi, Deng Lingzi felt anxious.
Zhuangzi ignored Deng Lingzi and looked at King Zhao.
"King Zhao!" Zhuangzi said.
All around, countless sword cultivators stared at King Zhao.
After all, Zhao Yong and Zhao Zhang are both lackeys of the ancient food clan. Will there be any problems with Zhao Yong's son
"I have found out clearly that Zhao Yong and Zhao Zhang were controlled by the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Ancient Food Clan with curse seals over the years. They have nothing to do with King Zhao. King Zhao is even more of a victim, controlled by Zhao Zhang and turned into puppets. Fortunately, King Zhao worked hard and got rid of control!" Zhuangzi said.
Zhuangzi's words confirmed King Zhao's fate. To Zhuangzi, this was just a sentence, but to King Zhao, it was a guarantee of life.
"Thank you Zhuangzi!" King Zhao bowed down with tears of gratitude.
"Zhao Yong is your father. He was only controlled by the ancient food clan and did all kinds of evil. Now he has been killed by me. I have also avenged my wife. Now, Zhao Yong's body is returned to you and handed over to you for disposal!" Zhuangzi Hand the body to King Zhao.
"Mr. Zhuangzi, my father is controlled by the ancient food tribe, but it is my father after all. Although he is dead, I, I still want to bury him!" King Zhao looked at Zhuangzi with red eyes.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the lackeys of the ancient food clan can break their bones and spread their ashes. King Zhao actually wanted him to be buried in peace
Countless sword cultivators around him stared.
"The filial piety of King Zhao is commendable. This is my true intention in heaven and earth. I am sure!" Zhuangzi nodded.
"Thank you Zhuangzi!" King Zhao bowed gratefully.
When Zhuangzi spoke, no one around him dared to refute. King Zhao also understood that only when Zhuangzi spoke could his father preserve a complete body. King Zhao was really grateful to Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi did not explain Zhao Yong's good intentions, because Zhuangzi felt extremely anxious at the moment when he heard Zhao Yong's description of the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the ancient food tribe. Not all the people around here can be completely trusted by Zhuangzi.
Looking at Zhao Yong's corpse, which was burdened with infamy, Zhuangzi sighed slightly and handed over the Moye Sword in his hand.
"This is the royal sword of your Kingdom of Zhao. Now it returns to its original owner!" Zhuangzi said solemnly.
Zhao Yong had brought infamy for the world, and Zhuangzi was too embarrassed to take his Moye Sword, so he could only give it to his son as a token of comfort.
"Mr. Zhuangzi! Isn't this holy sword agreed upon?" said the Prime Minister anxiously not far away.
Master Xiang went to Zhuangzi for the Moye Sword. Why did he give it to King Zhao now
"What did you say? What did I say at that time?" Zhuangzi glanced at Master Xiang.
"You said, you said, 'On this trip, I will only kill thieves and not take anything. If you have the ability, you can take it yourself!'" After the Prime Minister finished speaking, he opened his mouth in astonishment.
Zhuangzi didn't say anything about helping him get the sword.
If you don’t get it, who can blame you
Zhuangzi handed the holy sword to King Zhao.
At this moment, Master Xiang, as well as countless sword cultivators around him, looked at King Zhao with reddish eyes.
King Zhao grabbed the Moye Sword and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zhuangzi, you have given me the original King's Sword of Zhao. I don't need this new King's Sword, the Moxie Sword. I'd better leave it to Zhuangzi! Thank you Zhuangzi." Get rid of the big devil for our Zhao country!"
King Zhao wants to give Moye Sword to Zhuangzi? All the sword cultivators around were anxious.
Who could not know the power of the Holy Sword at this moment? In the hands of King Zhao, everyone still has a chance to seize it. If it were in Zhuangzi's hands, who would dare to take it? If the world knew that the owner of Moye Sword was Zhuangzi. In the future, even if Zhuangzi's sword is lost, no one will dare to take it. That would be courting death.
"King Zhao, I told you that on this trip, I will only kill thieves and not take anything. I won't take the Moye Sword. You don't have to worry. Now that you have General Lian Po protecting you, there really aren't many in the world. No one dares to touch you!" Zhuangzi solemnly handed the sword to King Zhao's hand.
King Zhao's eyes were red, and he bowed solemnly to Zhuangzi: "Today, Zhao Hecai knows that Zhuangzi is a great virtue. The little king admires him and has nothing to repay!"
"King Zhao, there is no need to be too polite. From now on, you can govern Zhao well and let the people live and work in peace and contentment. This is the greatest reward for me!" Zhuangzi patted his shoulder.
King Zhao nodded: "Don't worry, Zhuangzi. During the reign of Xiao Wang, the people will be healthy! However, since Mr. Zhuangzi doesn't want this holy sword, I will give it to Deng Lingzi!"
"Me?" Deng Lingzi asked in surprise.
"Thank you very much Deng Lingzi for coming to the Kingdom of Zhao this time to eliminate demons for our Kingdom of Zhao. I also saw just now that your sword was used by Mr. Zhuangzi and it has cracks. This holy sword Moye is a thank you to you. The gift of thanks also makes up for the loss of your sword, so please be sure to accept it!" King Zhao bowed solemnly to Deng Lingzi, Mo Xie held the sword in his hand, as if Deng Lingzi would not get up if he did not accept it.
Deng Lingzi was at a loss for a while, surrounded by envious looks, but no one dared to say anything.
Zhuangzi had a great kindness to King Zhao, and King Zhao reciprocated the gift. When Zhuangzi refused to accept it, he gave it to his daughter, but he had good intentions.
"King Zhao, it's not necessary, I...!" Deng Lingzi said embarrassedly.
"Please accept it!" King Zhao bent down again and said.
Deng Lingzi looked at Zhuangzi, but Zhuangzi made no comment. It was entirely up to Deng Lingzi to make his own decision.
After thinking about it, Deng Lingzi nodded: "Okay, I'm a bit deceiving myself when I say I don't want it. I also love swords, so I would be disrespectful. However, if your Zhao country is in danger in the future, you can come to me. I Try my best to help you get through this difficult time!”
"Thank you Deng Lingzi!" King Zhao happily handed over the Moye Sword.
Although he lost Moye Sword, getting Deng Lingzi's promise was a huge gain for King Zhao.
Moye Sword fell into Deng Lingzi's hand. Deng Lingzi shook it excitedly before sheathing it. As for the cracked Xuanyuan Sword, Deng Lingzi could do without it.
Zhuangzi turned his head and looked at the sword cultivators around him.
"Everyone, thank you all for coming to the Demon Slaying Conference. I have nothing to offer you. I can't give you any material rewards. I can only give you an honorary preservation. I will announce the list of people who came to the meeting today to thank you. Today’s trip!” Zhuangzi bowed solemnly to the sword cultivators.
"Zhuangzi is welcome!"
"Exterminate the lackeys of the ancient food clan, let us sort them out!"
"I would also like to thank Zhuangzi for giving us the opportunity to do our best for the world!"
"Zhuangzi, you don't have to be so polite!"
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All the sword cultivators bowed to Zhuangzi one after another. Although they spoke politely, their faces were full of joy. After all, killing the lackeys of the ancient food clan can bring glory to the ancestors, and his reputation in the world will definitely increase greatly in the future. If you go anywhere in the world, as long as you report that you and Zhuangzi killed the lackeys of the ancient food tribe, you will be welcomed everywhere in the world.
"Mr. Zhuangzi, now that the demons are under attack, please be sure to go to Handan so that Xiao Wang can fulfill his friendship as a landlord!" King Zhao immediately invited.
"Cough cough cough!" Zhuangzi suddenly coughed.
"Dad!" Deng Lingzi immediately stepped forward anxiously.
"Thank you, King Zhao, for your kindness. This time, my wife's revenge has been avenged. My deadline is approaching. I want to return to Nanhua Mountain as soon as possible and spend the last time in my Nanhua Mountain. I will not go to Handan. King Zhao, take care." !" Zhuangzi bowed slightly.
"What? Zhuangzi's end is approaching?" The sword cultivators around him were in an uproar.
How is it possible? Everyone remembers that once Kunpeng appeared, Zhuangzi's high spirits skyrocketed ninety thousand miles. They all remember that during the Qiwu Lun period, he was famous all over the world. Everyone remembers the time when the great master was so virtuous, how is this, how is this...!
Everyone looked at Zhuangzi's old appearance with white hair, and immediately thought of the reason.
"That sword? Dad, was it the sword between you and Zhao Yong? Suddenly you..., no!" Deng Lingzi's eyes suddenly turned red.
"With Zhao Yong's strength, the four of you are no match. Why can dad kill him with one sword? Hahaha, dad doesn't regret it, I really don't regret it. Girl, please count the sword cultivators invited and report the list later. I, I will announce it to the world and do everything well. I will wait for you at Xiaoyao Palace in Nanhua Mountain!" Zhuangzi said with a slight smile.
While he was talking, Zhuangzi waved his hand, and a great giant roc suddenly appeared in front of Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi stepped onto the giant roc.
"Everyone, I won't accompany you any more. Farewell!" Zhuangzi smiled slightly.
The giant roc spread its wings and carried Zhuangzi towards Nanhua Mountain.
Countless sword cultivators were left looking at Zhuang Zi's back, feeling uncomfortable.
"Farewell to Zhuangzi!" Almost everyone bowed down.
This is not a ceremonial bow, but all from the heart, respect for Zhuangzi and his great life. Zhuangzi dedicated his life to this world. This character, this morality, is comparable to Lao Tzu's dedication.
ps: A little historical knowledge. Zhao Yong was the talented and strategic King Zhao Wuling, the founder of Hufu riding and shooting. He passed the throne to his second son and went to the Sand Dune Palace to enjoy his old age. Unfortunately, because the eldest son Zhao Zhang failed in his rebellion, he fled to Zhao Yong's Sand Dunes. The palace was besieged by the Zhao army, so that the dignified Zhao Yong was starved to death in the Sand Dune Palace.