Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

There was boundless sadness in Qun Xiu's heart.

Watching the death of the Heavenly Palace priest, watching the old man standing there with a moving face and a trembling body.

Sadness in my heart, uncontrollable.

"I'm waiting for the younger generation, I owe Tiangong, I owe you Tiangong Tiandi, too much!

A deep sigh resounded through the heavenly palace.

Everyone couldn't bear to see this picture again.

The sacrifices of these people, the silent protection of these people, they never knew.

These people are worthy of admiration, but even if they die forever, they will never be remembered by the world.

Now that the group of cultivators reacted, it was too late.

And the man who had also sacrificed a lot for the sake of all sentient beings is now being suppressed under the bronze ancient mirror by their own hands.

He will never come back.

There was boundless pain in Qun Xiu's heart, and the guilt was unbearable.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

This "June 43" death is still going on.

In the past, such a scene could only be seen when Beixuan was born with a treasure.

But now, Tiangong group repairs across nothingness, just to die!

"Xiji Immortal Weng, pay homage to the Emperor of Heaven.

"I have seen Emperor Donghua!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and in the depths of the ancient Tiangong, a terrifying qi machine emerged.

In the virtual space, there are ripples blooming.

The white-bearded old man walked out with a smile on his face.

this moment.

Gu Changqing in an ancient bronze mirror.

Group repairs outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Certainly not stunned.

Those pairs of eyes stared at the old man who walked out of the void, filled with complete horror.

"What's the matter, isn't Xiji Xianweng dead?"

"Yeah, even the corpse was made into a puppet by the mother of the demon emperor that day.

The group repair is puzzling and unbelievable.

After all, the death of Xiji Xianweng was what they saw with their own eyes.

Being refined into a puppet, even more so.

The dead bones that should have been sleeping in the ground have now reappeared in the world, and the impact on the group of cultivators is undoubtedly enormous.

This death has far surpassed everyone's cognition.

The first emperor of Donghua.

The family background of Mu Nan's lineage.

And now, there are dead people...

"Probably, this has always been their mission. 55

"They never died, they just sealed themselves at the end of their lives, waiting for this moment to come. 35

The group cultivators at this moment couldn't help themselves.

There was endless horror in my heart.

€!

What kind of power is this!

These people, what kind of power is supporting them, carrying a mission, and dare not let go even at the last moment of death!

In an ancient bronze mirror.

Xiji Xianweng smiled all over his face.

For those who have died once, death is not so scary.

He looked at the God of Heaven and bowed deeply, and looked at Gu Changqing and bowed deeply.

The worship to the God of Heaven is respectful.

For Gu Changqing, I would like to say thank you.

"Beixuan from now on will be handed over to you.

Xiji Xianweng said with a chuckle.

Afterwards, he swept up to the altar in one step, and in the long laughter, little by little, he turned into ashes.

"Hahaha... The Great Emperor of the North Pole, meet the Great Emperor. I have seen it, Emperor Donghua.

Another clear voice sounded out of the sky.

It came from tearing through nothingness and passed into Gu Changqing's ears, causing a strange look in his eyes again.

The void is torn apart.

Dressed in a white robe, a handsome man walked out.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Even the appearance of Xiji Immortal Weng gave everyone a big shock.

In the hearts of everyone, there was already an expectation.

But at this moment, the appearance of this person still made Qun Xiu feel terrified.

"The Great Arctic Emperor of the year, but was slapped into powder by a great emperor-level existence."

"Unexpectedly, even he didn't die, and even he... appeared.""

"General of the Heavenly Palace, Qinyuan, meet the Heavenly Emperor!"

In the ancient bronze mirror, another voice sounded.

The nothingness was torn apart, and a golden-armored general came across the long river of time and space.

He bowed down to the God of Heaven.

But he did not salute Gu Changqing.

This arrogant general, even though he has no hostility towards Gu Changqing in his eyes, he has only worshipped one person in his life.

That is God!

The group of cultivators outside the bronze ancient mirror was already numb at this moment.

Qin Yuan!

The general who took the heavenly soldiers and the heavenly generals and died in the space-time rift.

Unexpectedly, even this one appeared.

Even this one has never let go of the mission he has on his shoulders!

"What kind of people are these people!

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Their perseverance, their stubbornness, and their courage in dying made Qun Xiu extremely at a loss.

They are going to die!

But why, even a dying person, is unwilling to let go of this so-called mission?

In an ancient bronze mirror.

To die is finally over.

With the sacrifices of the gods, the power of Fang Mopan above the nine heavens has become extremely powerful.

The vast coercion shrouded all directions, making one dare not disobey the will contained in it.

The divine light around Xuanyuan Sword is even better.

This slaughtering fairy weapon has a stronger meaning of slaughtering, as if at any time, it will rush off the altar and come to a bloodbath for the sword.

means this moment.

At the end of this Tiangong, only Laotiandi and Gu Changqing were left.

The rain of blood continued to fall, and the sea of ​​clouds was dyed red.

Minghua fell, and thunder bursts.

In this piece of heaven and earth full of sadness and tragic atmosphere.

The God of Heaven turned around slowly, all the complexities in his eyes were attributed to calm.

He smiled brightly, with a long, high-pitched laugh.

"Changqing, now, it's my turn."

He said goodbye to Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing's eyes were filled with boundless movement and boundless blankness.

"Why? Why is this...

His voice was extremely bitter.

Like the people outside the ancient bronze mirror, they also did not understand why they had to sacrifice themselves.

Sacrifice his 51,000-year-old brothers, and be loyal to his age-old men, even his clan, and himself!

Are the so-called sentient beings really that important in the face of such a painful price?

The goddess looked at him with a smile.

Use a tone that is both a teacher and a friend.

"In this world, there are always things that need someone to do."

"My Heavenly Palace is looked up to by the world, and has monstrous authority. With a slight movement, I can sweep the Northern Profound Realm!"

"If I don't do this kind of thing, who will do it?"

"If the heavenly emperors don't die, who would dare to die?

"As a living creature of Beixuan, we should take protecting Beixuan as our duty, and the home of a living creature of Beixuan will not be allowed to be trampled by other races!

"Now I am incompetent, it is difficult to quell the external chaos!"

"Only death can make one's aspirations clear, and only with one's own blood and bones can we pave the way for my boundless Northern Profound life! 99

"Protect me Bei Xuan, and prosper forever!"