In the city of Prajna, the Marquis Zhiming came, and came with a murderous intention. The Marquis Wu, who lost his benevolence, no longer looked like he used to be, and became even more terrifying than Shura.
The three thousand Confucian scholars from the Confucian Sect retreated again and again, and the blood flowed in the city of Prajna, completely washing this ancient city that has been inherited for a long time.
The sword light swept, blood spurted like a tide, and the unstoppable Daxia Wuhou turned this rebellion into a one-sided massacre.
"Marquis Zhiming, you kill innocent people indiscriminately, how can you be worthy of the heroic soul of Marquis of Wu of all dynasties"
Angry Confucian scholars questioned loudly, they are the justice, they are the righteous, they are the way for the sky, clear the demons, sweep away the disasters, and make the world bright and bright.
However, what responded to him was just a icy sword light, and Qiu Shui Zhimo stayed in the Confucian Sect Dragon Garden. Today's sword is just the most ordinary iron sword, in the hands of the stone blue figure, it is comparable to any magic weapon.
The spilled blood turned into blood and dripped on the face of the Confucian, bloody and pungent, causing more fear.
More than 100,000 chaotic people and 3,000 Confucian scholars have completely lost their fighting spirit in the face of one person. In addition to fear, there is fear in their eyes.
There is no reason, let alone emotion, from the moment of arrival, there is only killing, bloody and cruel suppression.
The Daxia soldiers behind him didn't even dare to step forward, staring blankly at the fallen body after another, his face extremely pale.
Among the number of Marquis in Daxia, the Marquis Zhiming was the one with the shortest period of time, but the one with the most controversy.
In just four short years, Marquis Zhiming has experienced too many things, from being cast aside by the world to being remorseful, and Daxia has the most complicated feelings for him, with awe, respect, and even more guilt.
However, they almost forgot that compared to the other Marquis, the Marquis Zhiming was indeed the one who killed the most.
At this moment, even the Daxia soldiers who had experienced the battlefield deeply felt the terror of the Marquis Zhiming, and their faces turned pale.
With a single sword, stumps and broken arms danced all over the sky, begging for mercy was useless, crying was useless, and scolding was useless, only to kill, or kill.
The city gate is closed, there is no way to retreat, the way of Confucianists is completely cut off, and the way of the common people, because of their own choice, has no chance to regret.
In the city lord's attic, Prince Hua looked at this terrifying massacre and couldn't bear to turn his head away. He knew that the scene in front of the Heavenly Mandate Hall had completely angered the young people in front of him, and there was no room for turning around. .
At the end of heaven and earth, Mijie Mountain, Eternal Night God Sect, Mubai, Human Buddha, and the blood mist shrouded in the sky over the big summer, thousands of miles apart, they can all feel the terrible karma.
Hundreds, thousands, and thousands of figures fell down, but the iron sword was still sharp, and the azurite-colored Marquis uniform was stained with blood and was dyed red again and again.
On the battlefields of all parties, the five Marquis of Kaixuan, Qinghe, Jiyu, Taiping, and Zhongyong were all silent, and Marquis Zhiming returned, so the other five Marquis stayed on the battlefield.
Daxia Wuhou has already tied his life and death on the battlefield, and he really doesn't want anything to happen behind him.
Commoner and Ziyang did not die on the battlefield, but they fell because of the Confucian sect, which made several Marquis really chill.
"Master Wuhou, Rao..."
The voice of begging for mercy disappeared from the sword's edge forever before he could say it.
On that day, in the Hall of Heavenly Mandate, the words of parting were heartbreaking.
"Ziyi, be careful that the affairs of Prajna City will be used by others, and your appearance, although it hasn't changed much, it's just"
"Don't worry, my friend, if my people can't trust me, what's the use of my Xia Huang?"
The interrupted words, which he couldn't say that day, never thought about it, became the reality that scared him the most. Ning Chen hated and regretted it so much that he couldn't think of it. When he came back, things had already become like this.
He couldn't save Xinyu, let alone Ziyi, and even the bodies of the two Marquis could never be found. Killing Su's Lengmang slashed bloody killings with anger, killing those who beg for mercy and those who quibble. , all the grudges were sent into Huangquan.
There is no reason, there is no mercy, there is no justice, and there is only slaughter.
In the past, the emperor was kind and thought that if he compared his heart to his heart, he would always get his true heart, but he did not expect that he would eventually be forced into the devil's way by his own people's livelihood.
In the past, the emperor was upright, waited for evidence, and ruled the dynasty with the law, but he was dubbed the name of Hades by those who did not want to speak the law, and forced him to abdicate with trumped-up guilt.
Today, these so-called people want to beg for mercy, heart, and reason, but unfortunately, those who are willing to listen to their reasoning are no longer there.
Ning Chen is not a good friend Ziyi, and the kindness in his heart has never been more than half.
A sword slashed, and blood spurted like a spring, surging up to a height of more than ten feet, unwilling, resentment, regret, all the phenomena in the world, at the last moment of life, revealed so clearly.
The azurite-colored figure swayed in the crowd. With every sword, a large figure would fall down, with blood all over his eyes, flowing in the city, like a small river, and it was extremely dazzling.
"Master Wuhou, spare your life"
Under the extreme fear, one after another knelt down, weeping, kowtow, hoarse, and regretful.
Not long after, tens of thousands of people all knelt down, terrified, begged, and were completely frightened by the people in front of them.
Eyes full of broken limbs and broken arms, scattered everywhere, the entire Prajna City is like Shura Hell, and people can no longer raise any resistance.
There was no expression on Ning Chen's face, just when the sword in his hand was about to move again, a slender hand appeared and gently pressed the sword's edge.
"Stop it, it's enough"
Lime appeared, looking at Ning Chen, who was covered in blood, and said with a tear in his eyes. Prince Hua dragged his heavily wounded body and came with the general's support. Looking at the young figure holding a blood sword, he said, "Young Master Zhiming, leave the rest to this king, even if you kill them all. , what has happened cannot be undone
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Ning Chen glanced at the two of them, and with a wave of his hand, the iron sword flew out and slammed into the city wall with a bang.
"Let's go, go back to the palace"
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen turned and left without turning his head, leaving behind countless fearful eyes, not daring to get up for a long time.
Weiyang Palace, since the change of the palace the day before yesterday, Ning Chen returned to the palace for the first time, looked at the eldest grandson in front of the bed, and knelt down deeply.
"Niangniang, Ning Chen came back late"
The words of guilt echoed in the room, as smart as Ning Chen, this time, he never expected such a big change to happen.
The eldest grandson stretched out his hand and stroked the face of the person in front of him. The real touch made his heart feel a little warmer.
"Please rest assured, madam, I will definitely bring Xinyu and Ziyi back." Looking at the haggard face of the eldest grandson, Ning Chen's heart ached and promised.
After half an hour, Ning Chen left the Weiyang Palace and walked straight towards the Hou residence.
The collapsed Temple of Heavenly Mandate was so dazzling that the figure who had gone away was completely killed and penetrated deep into the blood and bones.
The Eternal Night Divine Religion, in the first hall, a warrior standing high on the throne, a white-haired figure sitting quietly, the magic mark between the eyebrows is as red as blood, and the deep and dark eyes always give people a kind of inseparable heaviness.
Below "Congratulations to the Demon Lord", Zong Qianqiu bowed and said politely.
"Welcome to the Devil"
Below, the generals knelt down and said respectfully.
Across Qianqiu, Luo Fei quietly looked at the figure on the throne, her beautiful eyes were as plain as water as always, and she could not see any sadness or joy.
"Go back"
The figure on the throne opened his mouth and said.
"Yes"
The generals took orders and immediately got up and retreated.
Long Qianqiu and Luo Fei also left, the door of the temple closed, and the light in the temple dimmed, the young face on the throne, his eyes still looked into the distance, the deep eyes, even sadness could not overflow.
"Long Qiuqiu, where is Xia Xinyu?" Outside the first temple, Luo Fei stopped and said lightly.
"The sect daughter should know the importance of Qijue's body to the divine religion, and of course she died," Zong Qianqiu said with a light smile.
"Long Qianqiu, don't think I don't know what you did, there is no next time," Luo Fei said flatly, and then walked away.
The corners of Zong Qianqiu's mouth curled up, he looked back at the temple behind him, and immediately walked towards the abyss of darkness.
Under the demon statue, a dark atmosphere rose, and a row of sarcophagi loomed in the black air, the breath was surging, and people were frightened.
"Longqiuqiu, people can bring it." A supremely noble voice came from the dark aura, calmly said.
"Lord Qi, I have brought it back, but he was the emperor of the Great Xia after all, is it credible?" Zong Qianqiu knelt down and said respectfully.
"No problem, his mind has been completely swallowed up, and it is impossible to wake up again," said the breath in the darkness.
Knowing the Marquis Mansion, when Ning Chen returned, Liu Ruoxi stepped forward, took off the blood-stained Marquis uniform on the former's body, and put on the plain clothes of the past.
"Master Marquis, please see the Director of Taili." The old housekeeper walked over quickly and respectfully said.
"Let him in," Ning Chen said.
The old butler took orders, and after a while, he entered with Kong Yu, and then withdrew.
"Master Hou" Kong Yu respectfully saluted.
"What?" Ning Chen asked.
"The evidence of the Confucian sect's embezzlement of the state treasury, the formation of parties for personal gain, and the intention to rebel have been collected, but the Qiaoluohua and Euclidaceae who poisoned the kings have not yet been found," Kong Yu said respectfully.
"Didn't I even leave you a soldier commander?" Ning Chen said coldly.
Kong Yu hesitated for a moment, then said, "This person seems to have gone mad. After being tortured for a long time, it's just some crazy talk."
"Have you ever seen Banbu Xiantian who is scared and stupid?" Ning Chen snorted coldly and said, "How to recruit him without my teaching, you are now the Master Taili"
"My subordinates know what's wrong." Kong Yu lowered his head and said.
"I don't have time to take care of these things. No matter what method you use, I only need to see the results. In addition, I will send someone to Hou Zhongyong and ask him to help pay attention to a woman named Wangyou. I will send the portrait to you as soon as possible. "Ning Chen said indifferently.
"Yes" Kong Yu took the order and said respectfully.
"Go back"
"My subordinates retire." Kong Yu saluted and left immediately. The moment he walked out of the mansion, his heart slowly fell. In less than a quarter of an hour, the clothes behind him were almost completely soaked.