Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

In the ninth heaven, there is a fairy palace, with colorful clouds and fairy sounds.

The jade tree branches were full of immortal energy. Next to the stone table under the tree, the immortal king, who was holding his forehead with one hand, slowly opened his eyes.

A big dream, the soul comes back.

"Xianjun Hanzhang, welcome back."

The Immortal Lord in Tsing Yi who was talking alone at the side turned his head and said to the Immortal Lord in White Clothes under the tree with a smile.

Immortal Lord Hanzhang stood up slowly with a smile on his lips, and then sat opposite Immortal Lord Tsing Yi. He gently picked up a chess piece with his fingertips as flawless as white jade, and dropped it casually without looking at it.

The chess piece landed on the chessboard with a soft "click" sound.

Looking at the position of Immortal Hanzhang, I saw that the situation that was originally quite inextricable was instantly resolved by Immortal Hanzhang.

The side where he made his move was directly blocked by his own move, and the situation instantly became irreversible.

The Immortal Lord in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, then commented: "Smelly hands."

Immortal Lord Hanzhang smiled slightly and did not refute.

Immortal Lord Qingyi frowned and put away the chess game that was disrupted by Immortal Lord Hanzhang, and said: "This calamity has been a bit long, and it is much later than the expected return time, but what happened?"

Immortal Lord Hanzhang thought of His Majesty in the mortal world, and it was clear that the memory was still there, but all the emotions at that time had disappeared.

Immortal Lord Hanzhang: "There are some twists and turns, a mortal calculated to gain the divine position..."

Immortal Lord in Tsing Yi: "Oh? There are such interesting mortals?"

Immortal Lord Hanzhang's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said, "It's indeed interesting. If there is a vacancy in the Immortal Palace, maybe he can take the position."

The Immortal Lord in Tsing Yi became interested and asked: "Besides that daring man, are there any other unforgettable people or things?"

Immortal Lord Hanzhang: "Things in this world will end in this world. Love, hate, anger, and ignorance are all just disasters. Now that I have returned, the past events in this world will naturally be wiped out..."

The Immortal Lord in Tsing Yi sighed: "The great road is ruthless."

Immortal Lord Hanzhang smiled and said nothing.

A day in the sky, a year in the ground.

Different from the peace and tranquility of the Heavenly Palace, the mortal world is full of wars and smoke, the heroes are divided and people die of hunger everywhere.

The texture of hibiscus is fragrant when cooked, and the milk is used as wontons and people are eager to try it.

Riots broke out everywhere, the color of heaven and earth changed, and mourning filled the land.

The ragged soldiers with sinister faces abandoned the most basic principles of human conduct and swung their butcher knives at the helpless people. They burned, killed, and looted every village they encountered.

The war soon reached A Niu's village.

The rebels were more ferocious than the bandits on the mountain. They killed everyone they saw and instantly the whole village turned into hell.

A Niu was trampled on his head and pushed to the ground by the leader of the rebel army. His face was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he was gnashing his teeth, but he was powerless against the atrocities of the rebel army.

Seeing the villagers falling down in front of him one by one, A Niu turned his head hard and shouted heartbreakingly towards the door of his house: "Immortal! Help!!!"

The rebel army was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Laughing at the ignorant people: If there is a god in the world, why didn't he come out early to save the world?

It seems that the so-called gods are nothing more than corpse-like things.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……

A dark wind suddenly rose from the plains, and their smiles suddenly became frozen.

I saw an additional figure appearing in the open space in front of them.

Yes, figure.

The setting sun was like blood, and the blood-red sunlight penetrated the man's body, casting a twisted light and shadow on the ground.

The man was dressed in white, holding a paper umbrella splashed with ink, his long hair trailing to the ground, standing quietly, facing them.

His face was blurry and could only be seen as a rough outline, but it was not difficult to see that the man had a tall and straight posture, and he must be extremely handsome.

"Ghost..." someone murmured.

The next moment, a shrill scream broke through the sky: "Ghost!!!!"

Everyone was panicked. They had killed many people before, but this was the first time they saw a ghost.

"No... don't be afraid!" the leader of the rebel army shouted: "Someone must be playing tricks!" ! I'm not afraid of a living person, why should I be afraid of a dead person? "

As he said that, he kicked A Niu aside and rushed towards the white shadow with a big knife.

However, before he could get closer, the white figure seemed to glance at him, and then the leader's body immediately stiffened.

The forward inertia gave him no time to stop. His body took a few steps forward, and the next moment, he fell to the ground.

Blood slowly flowed out from his seven orifices, staining the ground in front of him red.

His eyes were wide open and he was dead.

This scene happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned.

The next moment, the rebel army was in an uproar.

They didn't even know how this "ghost" acted, and their leader died of anger.

The leader of the rebel army was dead, and the rebel army suddenly became a mess. The fear of death at any time permeated all the rebels, and they turned around and wanted to escape from here.

Su Qing slowly lowered his head and looked at the miserable dead villagers on the ground: The village had just had a good harvest. Not long ago, these people had happy smiles on their faces, but now they were lying stiffly in a pool of blood, with their eyes wide open. I will never die with my eyes in peace.

Su Qing did not raise his head, he just waved his hand gently. Suddenly, all the rebels in front of him softened and fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices and dying.

A Niu looked at all this blankly. He first looked at the countless corpses of the rebels on the ground, and then looked up at Su Qing, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Fear prevented him from looking at Su Qing. His eyes wandered for a moment, and then fell on the villagers. He found that all the villagers who were still alive were looking at the figure in white with fear. Some were timid, and some were even frightened. Peed my pants.

The figure seemed to be aware of it. He glanced at A Niu lightly, and then slowly disappeared.

A Niu suddenly felt a little sad...