Immortal Voices

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When the empress of the Eastern Jin Dynasty heard Rong Xian agreed, she stood there and waited for a long time but no one was there.

She raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically: "Why doesn't Emperor Xu show up yet? Is he afraid?"

Above the void, the Luck Golden Dragon swung its tail leisurely, and the two communicated without any obstacles across the layers of space.

Jin Long said calmly: "Since Lord Heng invited the battle, of course you are here. Don't worry, I will take care of all the luck and energy it took to come to Rongguo for you."

After hearing this, Jia Shiqi and the prince turned pale.

Emperor Xu was responsible for the luck and power that went to Rongguo, but what about those who came back?

No, not back.

In the final battle for the fate of the country, Emperor Xu would not let the enemy have even the slightest hope of survival.

Cutting off the roots is the most common.

Anyone in the Eastern Jin Dynasty could live, but the royal bloodline must not be retained.

Once the royal bloodline remains, the old people of the Eastern Jin Dynasty will worry that the old master will not return.

The prince's still slightly green face became determined during this day-to-day war, but it was a pity that he grew up too slowly.

The empress once protected him from the wind and rain, but he has always been a child who has not grown up.

But this does not prevent him from thinking about his biological mother and being willing to go to **** with her.

Sima Hengjun's face flashed with anger, and finally settled on helplessness and sadness.

Her figure flashed, turning into a water-colored phoenix and heading towards Qian Jing.

In Qianjing, Rong Xian, the incarnation of the Golden Dragon of Luck, sprang out from the sea of ​​clouds and flew deep into the clouds to meet Sima Hengjun.

The two of them started fighting without saying a word.

Sima Hengjun bet all the fate of the country and started fighting with Rong Xian.

Rong Xian didn't want to waste time, she opened and closed her eyes slightly, and there were traces of Tao engraved there.

Those eyes are no longer pretending to be gentle and clear, but are filled with mystery and danger, stars are swirling around, and a series of hateful fates are running through them, making people fall deeply into them once they take one look at them.

The result of being trapped in it is death.

When the powerful attack of the colorless phoenix arrived, a long sword that stood upright stood in front of Rong Xian.

The giant sword bears the world and the earth, and the sword body is full of brilliance, engraved with complex grain patterns, and a simple "Kun" is formed on the hilt of the sword, which is full of vicissitudes of life, carrying the weight of history and the power of the prayers of all people.

Colorless Phoenix's bright eyes were full of solemnity, "The Sword of Sheji! Emperor Xu, you are indeed capable of practicing the Sword of Sheji."

All attacks towards Rong Xian were blocked by the Sword of Sheji, leaving Rong Xian unscathed.

Hearing Sima Hengjun's words, Rong Xian poked his head out from behind the Sword of Sheji and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Mr. Heng, for the compliment, but the occasion is not right now, so I won't be with you for a long time. We will talk again in the next life." .”

Sima Hengjun's aura became violent. Emperor Xu, if you don't know how to speak, just shut up!

Phoenix rushed forward to confront the Sword of Sheji.

Above the void, one by one the strong men cast their gazes, calmly watching the battle that had already decided its outcome.

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the imperial palace was attacked after Sima Hengjun left, and the leader was Taifu Jiang Jin.

Behind Jiang Jin, several rebels stood respectfully, occasionally looking at Jiang Jin with eyes full of awe.

"Taifu..." the little prince called blankly.

Jiang Jin smiled slightly, still elegant, but a little more wanton than before: "The prince is here, it saves me the time to go to the East Palace."

The prince asked blankly: "Why?"

Why betray Gu, betray his colleagues, and betray the Kingdom of Jin?

The Taifu was obviously so gentle and patient, and so kind to him. He was a teacher and like a father.

He once secretly thought that his father might be like this.

But he didn't expect that one day he would be facing each other with swords and swords, and their stances would be opposite.

Jiang Jin understood what he meant, and he still said in a good voice: "Destroying the Eastern Jin Dynasty is my only mission."

The prince closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "You are Emperor Xu's man."

His tone was extremely certain. Jiang Jin was noncommittal, but had no intention of denying it.

The prince yelled out of control: "What did Emperor Xu give you to make you follow him so wholeheartedly? Did the Emperor Gu and Mother treat you badly? Why is the teacher so cruel?"

Jiang Jin glanced at Jia Shiqi, who was subconsciously standing in front of the prince to prevent him from doing anything, and said with a complicated expression: "Prince, I am originally from Emperor Xu."

The prince turned pale.

Jiang Jin stopped talking nonsense to them and waved behind him. Liu Ying, pretending to be his wife, appeared in front of him wearing a white dress embroidered with moonlight grass.

"My lord, please give me your instructions." Liuying said respectfully.

Jiang Jin was silent for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "Anyone with the blood of the Eastern Jin royal family will be killed without mercy."

"Yes, sir." Liuying responded.

She lightly clapped her hands, and several Moon Guard figures looked at the palace as if it were deserted, barging in at will and killing people wantonly.

The prince's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

The eldest emperor brother, the second emperor sister, the third emperor sister, the third emperor brother, the fourth emperor...

The prince suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist and slashed at Jiang Jin.

Jiang Jin turned around to avoid the long sword, and lightly touched the sword with his fingertips. The prince's precious long sword turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

The prince was stunned on the spot, his eyes were blank and he said: "You are not that high in cultivation, you have deceived everyone, liar, liar..."

Jiang Jin held a fragment of the long sword in his hand. He looked at the prince's desperate and sad expression, lowered his eyes slightly, and waved his sleeves towards the prince without any hesitation.

The fragment of the sword in his hand turned into a sharp blade and pierced the prince's throat, cutting off his soul.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?!" Jia Shiqi was still being pestered by the Moon Guard. When she saw something happened to the Crown Prince, she pushed the Moon Guard away with all her strength and ran towards the Crown Prince crazily.

Yue Wei's face was covered, and his eyes were cold and emotionless.

She threw the sword away casually, and the long sword pierced Jia Shiqi's body, causing her to stop.

"Prince...Your Highness..." Jia Shiqi looked at the dead prince lying on the ground. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground, losing her life.

Sima Hengjun, who was fighting Rong Xian, felt something through her luck. She shouted with red eyes: "Emperor Xu, you actually killed my son."

Rong Xian forced the person back with a palm and said in surprise: "Why are you so surprised? I never promised you. As long as you and I can fight, I don't understand the Eastern Jin Dynasty."

"The battle between us is not over yet." Sima Hengjun's temperament gradually transitioned from calm to crazy.

Rong Xian seemed to be unaware of it, and she said confidently and confidently: "Mr. Heng must have made a mistake. After all, you just invited me to fight, but you didn't say anything to avoid the fight."

As if Sima Hengjun wasn't angry enough, she added: "If you were very strong and defeated me, and Prince Jin had lasted until the moment you won, maybe he wouldn't have died."

Rong Xian sighed with a slight sadness in her eyebrows: "It's a pity that his life is not good. All this happened is just a predetermined fate."

Her tone was as cold as if she was facing a scumbag: "Madam, your son is so handsome in this outfit."