dude is so righteous

Zhang Shoufu gradually stopped talking, he seemed to understand the meaning in Emperor Xia's cold and heartless eyes.

He is also a little dazed.

He has been the chief assistant for more than 60 years, and [-] years ago, Daxia was already extremely powerful, the most powerful of the three dynasties, stepping into the rivers and lakes, suppressing the world's major sects and forces.

In the long river of the Great Xia Dynasty, countless bones were splashed. Some people roared that the princes and generals are kind, some people once rose up, and some people once roared about the imperial city. No matter how successful they are, they will still fail in the end. This is fate.

No matter how the wind and rain in Great Summer changes, and how many twists and turns you experience, as long as the man sitting on the throne is still strong and immortal, the flag flying in the wind and rain will not change in the slightest.

Because, this is not a country of mortals, but a dynasty of practitioners, and strength is paramount.

Zhang Shoufu straightened his spine. In Tianji Palace, countless horrors were oppressed by the man's eyes, like mountains and rivers falling, making it extremely difficult for Zhang Shoufu to even move and breathe.

That thin body seemed to be torn into thousands of pieces at any moment.

Zhang Shoufu took a step, and the steps he took were like thunderclaps in the dead Tianji Palace.

"Chen, don't believe in fate."

"I feel that the Luo family has no faults, and even has merit."

"I implore Your Majesty, take it back."

"The minister is willing to learn from death."

Zhang Shoufu's old voice lingered in Tianji Palace, even the extremely heavy oppression could not shake Zhang Shoufu too much.

Emperor Xia felt that everything was under his control, as long as he could live forever, he would be able to suppress everything.

But in Zhang Shoufu's cloudy eyes, he had seen too much darkness and too much evil.

The darkness and evil hidden under the Great Xia today are like a torrential river.

He has saved many people, seen many people's homes destroyed, seen the people crying and helpless, and seen the frozen bones of refugees on the road.

And all of this cannot be solved by Emperor Xia's longevity alone.

In many cases, what a dynasty needs is not a permanent king, but a king who loves the people.

Zhang Shoufu stepped forward firmly, step by step.

He stepped onto the stairs of the Tianji Palace, and the high-ranking king sat on the throne above the stairs.

It was a king who yearned for invincibility and longevity.

Zhang Shoufu, on the other hand, wants to prove that strength is not everything.

He walked forward step by step and stepped onto the stone stairs of the palace.

Boom!

The high throne, the man overlooking the world cast his gaze down.

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were carried on Zhang Shoufu's shoulders at the same time. The wet plain white clothes on his body were instantly clean, without a drop of evaporated water, and they were tightly attached to his body.

Faced with this irresistible force, Zhang Shoufu also stared at the tall figure who seemed to be sitting on the Milky Way in the endless brilliance of candles, and continued to walk.

Outside the Tianji Palace!

There was a vast river of righteousness that tore through the heavy rain and stretched across the sky and the earth.

Concubine Xuan Yu stood under the Tianji Palace, her long skirt fluttering constantly, her eyes were somewhat shocked.

"Is Zhang Huaiyi crazy?"

"How dare he provoke that man with his mortal body?!"

Concubine Xuan Yu's body was shaking, she had a special physique, and was naturally sensitive to this kind of heaven and earth power.

And under the Tianji Palace, the emperor's guards were no longer calm, and the clanging of armor resounded.

These heavenly guards tore through the rainstorm, and the golden armor was like an extremely bright golden light in the dark rainstorm.

Holding knives and shields, they blocked in front of Tianji Palace.

The old eunuch, Gao Lishi floated over, his whole body twisted, and the rain did not touch his body.

His fair and old cheeks stared complicatedly at the tightly closed Tianji Palace.

The mighty river of righteousness across the sky suddenly poured into Tianji Palace.

What the sentient beings saw was as if they saw the long river winding around an old man with upright sleeves.

The old man climbed the stairs step by step, as if he wanted to use his persistence to prove something to the god-like figure.

Dongji Palace.

Prince Xia Ji walked out of the palace, leaning against the corridor, the eaves were raining, and a bead curtain was drawn outside the corridor.

With disheveled hair, he stared at the long river of righteousness that crashed down.

But, suddenly a little lonely.

He sighed generously, leaning against the railing, his eyes a little dazed.

Looking up at the sky, the sight seems to jump out, overlooking the entire imperial city.

But for him, the imperial city was a cage that he couldn't break free from.

Sitianyuan.

Wen Tianxing stared at the chessboard, his heavy bags under his eyes trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

On the chessboard, the chess pieces were densely intertwined and strewn vertically and horizontally. Before that, he could see the situation clearly, but at this moment, he seemed to have cleared the clouds and mist, and he could see the final outcome of the chessboard.

It seems that someone is trying to open this chessboard, intending to smash it into pieces and return the world to a bright future.

Don't know when.

A puff of blue smoke drifted past.

Wen Tianxing raised his head abruptly. Opposite him, an old Taoist drifted over and stared at the chessboard with him.

"The Dean"

The old Taoist nodded and sighed.

"Pity."

Zhenbei Wangfu.

Staring at the pure and unstained awe-inspiring righteousness floating above the palace.

Zhenbei Wang Luo Kuang's gray hair seemed to be much whiter again.

He stood in the long pavilion, and the rainstorm outside the pavilion was like a pillar, and holding a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes were stunned: "Fate? Fate of the Luo family?"

"But even if fate is doomed, I, the man of the Luo family, will break this shit's fate."

Behind him, the shadow guard emerged and stood respectfully.

"My lord, the carriage is ready."

King Zhenbei nodded.

"Let's go then."

"Out of Tian'an City, go to Anping County."

After the words fell, King Zhenbei poured the wine in his hand in front of him, pouring it into a circular arc.

After that, the wine glass fell to the ground and shattered.

King Zhenbei turned around, and his originally hunched body straightened up immediately, like a sleeping lion waking up.

Jiangling Mansion.

The magistrate's office.

Dark clouds piled up on the sky. It was raining in the imperial capital, but there was no rain in Jiangling for the time being.

The magistrate Zhang Jingzhi walked out of the government office, there was a strong wind howling, blowing his clothes, making his hair messy.

He stared at the sky, although he couldn't see clearly what happened in the imperial capital.

However, he felt something inexplicably.

clatter, clatter

The black clouds that had accumulated for a long time still dropped bean-sized raindrops.

It slapped Zhang Jingzhi's face, he raised his hand and wiped it away, not sure if it was rain or tears.

On Qinglong's teeth.

Xiao Douhua held the Ksitigarbha sword and stood beside Luo Hong. Luo Hong was scanning the suppressed officials who came to celebrate the Chu family.

Suddenly, Luo Hong turned his head to look at Xiao Douhua.

But he found that Xiao Douhua's beautiful face was covered with intertwined tears.

Luo Hong was slightly taken aback, not knowing why.

However, he still reached out and patted Xiao Douhua on the head.

The wind poured down, and the heavy rain shattered.

Outside the Tianji Palace, like a dragon transformed into a hurricane, it raged past, stirring up thousands of wind and rain.

Even the emperor's imperial guards, where the powerful gathered, were slightly shaken by the raging dragon.

In Tianji Palace.

The old man was dressed in plain white, gray-haired, with his hands behind his back, and his whole body was upright, with his sleeves piercing through. He stepped up the stairs step by step and walked towards the supreme king.

His turbid eyes saw clearly, and he saw that the throne was wrapped in a huge ball of terrifying light condensed by Qi and blood.

Within the light sphere, there is a supreme figure sitting cross-legged.

The most domineering emperor in the world is among them.

The majestic, stern eyes, without the slightest emotion, are high above, even if they are close, they are like the end of the world, oppressing the old man across many voids.

Wanting to make the old man kneel down in front of the emperor and shrink back.

The old man is a mortal, but as a mortal, how can he walk in front of the emperor who unleashes the supreme coercion? !

The old man smiled, the supreme coercion was like a breeze to him.

Even the white clothes on the old man's body began to seep blood gradually, and his bones were densely covered with cracks.

Every step he takes will leave a bloody footprint on the floor tiles of Tianji Palace.

However, he finally came to the light ball formed by the blood.

He held out his hand tremblingly.

And when the fingertips touched the ball of light, the eyes of the high and emotionless Emperor fluctuated undetectably.

After all, it fluctuated a bit.

The old man's fingertips were bleeding, and the blood dripped on the light ball, and was directly evaporated into black smoke by the terrible force.

But the old man smiled calmly, like a breeze blowing on his face.

Even the blood all over his body was evaporated.

It is also fearless.

He dropped his palm and tore open the light curtain.

He was slightly startled, because he saw two figures sitting in the ball of light.

And the old man finally came to a sudden, finally understood.

He shifted his gaze horizontally, and looked at the tall man who was as tall as a mountain.

Men have gray hair on their temples.

Zhang Huaiyi chuckled.

"Your Majesty, you are old too."

ps: This chapter is very difficult to write, and it took me a whole night to revise and rewrite it. In addition, [-]D is updated, please ask for a monthly ticket, please ask for a freshly released recommendation ticket.

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