In the city of Prajna, the Marquis of Zhiming came and came with murderous intent. Wu Hou, who had lost his kindness, no longer looked like before and became even more terrifying than Shura.

Three thousand Confucians of the Confucian school retreated again and again, and blood flowed in the Prajna City, completely washing away this ancient city that had been passed down for a long time.

The sword light leaped and blood spurted like a tide. The unstoppable Daxia Wuhou turned this rebellion into a unilateral massacre.

"Marquis Zhiming, how can you be worthy of the heroic souls of Wuhou in all dynasties?"

The angry Confucian scholars asked, "They are justice, they are practicing the way for heaven, clearing the obstacles of demons, and sweeping away the disasters of the underworld, and the bright world of Daxia."

However, what responded to him was only a cold sword light. Qiu Shui Zhimo stayed in the Dragon Garden of Religious Sect. The sword now is just the most ordinary iron sword, but in the hands of Shi Qingsi, it is comparable to any magic weapon.

The blood that fell turned into blood and dripped on the faces of Confucians, making them bloody and pungent, causing more fear.

More than 100,000 chaotic people and three thousand Confucians, faced with one person, completely lost their fighting spirit. In their eyes, they were fearful but fearful.

There is no reason to understand it, nor to move it with emotion. From the moment it comes, there is only killing, bloody and cruel suppression.

The Daxia soldiers behind him didn't even dare to step forward, staring at the fallen bodies one after another, with an extremely pale face.

Among the several Wuhous of Daxia, the Marquis of Knowing the Marquis of Ming is the one with the shortest time to be named marquis, but the one with the most controversial ones.

In just four years, Zhiming Hou has experienced too many things, from being despised by the world to being wronged and wronged, Daxia has the most complicated feelings towards him, with awe, respect, and guilt.

However, they almost forgot that compared to other Wuhous, Zhiming Hou was indeed the one who killed the most.

At this moment, even the soldiers of Daxia who had experienced the battlefield deeply felt the horror of Zhiming Hou, and their faces became paler.

With a sword passing by, the broken limbs and arms were flying all over the sky. Begging for mercy is useless, crying is useless, and insulting is useless. Only killing is still killing, killing, and the eyes are red and crying is shocking.

The city gate was closed and there was no way out. The Confucians' path was completely cut off, and the people's path was no longer a chance to regret because of their own choices.

In the attic of the city lord, Prince Hua looked at the terrible massacre and turned his head unbearably. He knew that the scene in front of the Tianyu Palace had completely angered the young man in front of him and had no room for any turn.

At the end of the world, Mijie Mountain, Eternal Night Divine Sect, Mubai, the Buddha on earth, and even Qianqiu can see the blood mist shrouded in the sky above the Great Xia. Apart from each other, you can feel the terrible karma of cause and effect.

Hundreds, thousands, and thousands of figures fell down, but the iron sword was still sharp, and the stone-blue Wuhou's uniform was covered in blood and was dyed red over and over again.

On the battlefields of all parties, the five Wuhous, Triumph, Qinghe, Ji Yu, Taiping and Zhongyong, were all silent and the Marquis of Zhide, returned, so the other five Wuhous remained on the battlefield.

The Marquis of Daxia has tied his life and death to the battlefield, and he really doesn't want anything to happen behind it.

Buyi and Zi Yang did not die on the battlefield, but the fall of the Confucian sect made several Wuhou really feel sad.

"Mr. Wuhou, please..."

The sound of begging for mercy disappeared forever before it could be said. The scenes of the past came, making the sword in Ning Chen's hand even colder.

That day, in the Tianyu Hall, every word of parting was heart-wrenching.

"Ziyi, be careful that the affairs of Prajna City will be taken advantage of, and your appearance is still the same, although it has not changed much, it is just."

"Don't worry, my friends, if my people can't trust me, then what's the point of my Xia Emperor?"

The interrupted words that he failed to say that day, but never thought that they became the reality that scared him the most. Ning Chen hated him so much that he regretted his hatred. He never thought that when he came back, things had become like this.

He could not save Xin Yu, nor could he take back Ziyi. Even the bodies of the two Wuhous could not be found again. Leng Mang, who was so as to kill all the bloody kills with anger, sent all the begging for mercy, quibbling, and cursing into the underworld.

There is no reason, no kindness, no justice, and there is only massacre.

In the past, the emperor was kind and thought that he would always get the true heart by putting his heart in his favor, but he did not expect that he would eventually be forced into the devil's way by his own people.

In the past, the emperor was upright and waited for evidence to govern the dynasty with law, but was detained as the king of the Hades by those who did not want to preach the Dharma, forcing him to abdicate with false guilt.

Today, these so-called people want to beg for mercy, seek heart, and seek reason. Unfortunately, the people who are willing to listen to their reasoning are no longer there.

Ning Chen is not his good friend Ziyi, and he never gives up any more kindness in his heart.

A sword passed by, and blood squirted like a spring, surging more than one foot high. Unwillingness, resentment, regret, all the world's phenomena were revealed so clearly at the last moment of life.

The stone blue figure moved in the crowd, and each sword would fall down, with blood red all over the city, flowing like a small river, extremely dazzling.

"Mr. Wuhou, please spare me."

In extreme fear, one after another, knelt down, crying, kowtowed, hoarse, and regretting it.

Soon, tens of thousands of people knelt down, fearing and begging, and were completely scared by the people in front of them.

The broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere. The entire Prajna City was like the Shura hell, making people no longer able to resist.

There was no expression on Ning Chen's face. Just as the sword in his hand was about to move again, a slender hand appeared and gently pressed the sword's edge.

"Stop, it's enough"

Qingning appeared and looked at Ning Chen, covered in blood in front of him, and said with a tear in his eyes.

Prince Hua dragged his seriously injured body and came with the help of the general. Looking at the young figure holding the blood sword, he said, "Marquis Zhiming, leave the rest to me. Even if you kill them all, what has happened can no longer be saved."

Ning Chen glanced at the two of them, waved his hand, and the iron sword flew out, and inserted it onto the city wall with a bang.

"Let's go, go back to the palace"

After saying that, Ning Chen turned around and left without looking back, leaving only countless fearful gazes, and he did not dare 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 Changsun in front of the bed, and knelt down deeply.

"Empress, Ning Chen is late to come back"

The guilty words echoed in the room, as smart as Ning Chen, and this time he never expected such a big change to happen. Before leaving, he made a statement, and now he was all in a flash of light.

Changsun stretched out his hand and stroked the face of the person in front of him. The real touch made him feel a little warm.

"Please rest assured, I will definitely bring Xinyu and Ziyi back." Looking at Changsun's haggard face, Ning Chen felt ache in his heart and promised.

Half an hour later, Ning Chen left Weiyang Palace and walked straight towards the Marquis' Mansion.

The collapsed Tianyu Hall was so dazzling that the figures that were gone were covered in murderous shape and penetrated into the blood and bones.

In the first hall of the Eternal Night God Cult, one by one, the generals stood high on the throne, a white-haired figure sat quietly, the demon seal between the eyebrows was as red as blood, and the deep and dark eyes always gave people a kind of heaviness that could not be dissolved.

Below "Welcome the Demon Lord", Zong Qianqiu bowed and bowed politely and said.

"Welcome to the Demon Lord"

Below, the generals knelt down and said respectfully.

Opposite Qianqiu, Luo Fei looked at the figure on the throne quietly, her beautiful eyes as plain as ever, and she could not see any sadness and joy.

"Get out"

The figure on the throne spoke and said.

"yes"

The generals took the order and immediately stood up and retreated.

Even though Qianqiu and Luo Fei also left, the gate of the temple was closed, and the light in the temple dimmed. The young face on the throne still looked into the distance, and the deep eyes could not even overflow with sadness.

"Where is Xia Xinyu for thousands of years?" outside the First Temple, Concubine Luo stopped and said lightly.

"The sect girl should know that the seven saints of saints are important to the Divine Cult, so she is naturally dead," Zong Qianqiu chuckled.

"Even if Qianqiu, don't think I don't know what you do, there is no next time." Luo Fei said calmly, then walked away.

Zong Qianqiu's mouth bent, he looked back at the temple behind him, and then walked towards the abyss of darkness.

Under the statue of the Demon God, a dark atmosphere rose, and a row of sarcophagus appeared in the black air, with a surging breath, which was terrifying.

"For thousands of years, people can bring it." A voice of supreme and noble came from the dark aura, and said calmly.

"You have already brought it back to you, but after all, he was the Emperor of Daxia. Is it trustworthy?" Zong Qianqiu knelt down and said respectfully.

"Not hindrance, his mind has been completely swallowed up, and it is impossible to wake up again," said the breath in the darkness.

When Ning Chen returned, Liu Ruoxi stepped forward and took off the blood-filled Wuhou clothes on the former body, and put them on the plain clothes they used to wear.

"Marty, Master Taili, please see me." The old housekeeper walked over quickly and said respectfully.

"Let him come in," Ning Chen said.

The old butler received the order, and soon after, he took Kong Yu in and then retreated.

"Marquis" Kong Yu bowed respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Ning Chen asked.

"The evidence of the Confucian corruption of the treasury, forming cliques for personal gain, and intending to rebel has been collected, but the sacred flowers and Umeda that poisoned the kings have not been found yet," Kong Yu said respectfully.

"Didn't you leave a military command for you?" Ning Chen said coldly.

Kong Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "This person seems to have been crazy. He has been tortured for a long time, but he is just a few crazy words."

"Have you ever seen a scary half-step innate nature?" Ning Chen snorted coldly, "I don't need to teach him how to call him out. You are the Taili Master now."

"The subordinate knew his mistake," Kong Yu lowered his head and said.

"I don't have time to care about these things. No matter what method you use, I just need to see the result. In addition, I will send someone to Zhongyong Hou and ask him to help pay attention to a woman named Wangyou. I will send someone to you as soon as possible," Ning Chen said coldly.

"Yes" Kong Yu took the order and said respectfully.

"Get out"

"Subordinates leave"

Kong Yu bowed and left immediately. The moment he walked out of the Marquis' mansion, the heart he raised slowly fell. In less than half a quarter of an hour, his clothes were almost completely wet.
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