Wu Wanqing burst into tears and cried heartbreakingly.
At this moment, she felt unprecedented despair.
This is also the first time that I hate myself so much!
I hate myself for not having the strength to protect the people I want to protect.
Wu Wanqing came to Mai Laodao and cried in despair: "Stop! Don't you just want my life? That's okay! No matter what you want, I will give it to you, even if it is true dragon luck, but if you are treating me
If my father takes action, I will immediately commit suicide in front of you!"
Wu Wanqing took out a dagger from her storage ring and placed it on her swan's neck.
But the next moment, Wu Wanqing stood motionless.
"Poor ants, they can't even decide their own destiny."
The poisonous-faced scholar smiled coldly.
After that, the poisonous-faced scholar smiled respectfully at the old Taoist Mai and said, "Your Majesty, let's do it. There is no need for the Dawu Dynasty to exist."
boom!
Spiritual power gathered crazily around Mai Laodao, and just this breath made King Wu and others feel suffocated.
"This is the intention of the sword!"
King Wu lost his voice and murmured.
But the old Taoist Mai in front of him could use the sword's intention without even using a weapon.
Is this the difference in strength?
King Wu closed his eyes in despair, with tears streaming down his face.
Wu Wanqing kept crying, her tears had dried up, and in the end she even shed a line of bloody tears.
"No, please don't!"
Wu Wanqing kept begging, hoping that the other party would spare her parents' lives.
The poisonous-faced scholar sneered and shook his head.
"I have no regrets about dying in the hands of the Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness!"
King Wu smiled desperately, stood up from the ground, and stood in front of the queen.
He turned around, smiled, and whispered three words to Wu Wanqing and the queen.
"He has a good heart. Based on this alone, he is worthy of becoming the king of the Dawu Dynasty."
Mai Lao Dao said calmly.
Having said that, the old man in sackcloth stood on the spot, and the sword intent that filled the hall did not fall on King Wu and others.
kindness?
The poisonous-faced scholar frowned and asked, "Your Majesty, why haven't you taken action yet?"
Mai Laodao did not answer, still standing motionless.
"Mr. Mai, what are you doing?
Is it possible that you feel compassion for them?"
The poisonous-faced scholar said in a cold voice.
Damn it!
What kind of bullshit are the Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness so unreliable at the critical moment?
When he gets back, he must make a good complaint to King Zhou in front of him.
"Because he knows that if he moves, he will die."
Suddenly, a calm voice without any emotion sounded.
who?
The sound that appeared out of thin air made the poisonous-faced scholar's expression change in shock, and he quickly turned around and followed the sound.
I saw three figures walking slowly from outside the hall.
Walking in front were two strange men, one black and one white, wearing long robes and long hats. Behind them was an unusually handsome young man wearing a white shirt.
Seeing the three people walking towards each other, a cold light flashed in the poisonous-faced scholar's eyes, and at the same time, his heart was full of fear.
Just because he felt a familiar aura from the two men, Black and White.
"Dao King Realm!"
The poisonous-faced scholar carefully felt the auras of Black and White Wuchang, his face darkened, and his expression was serious, "The aura is restrained and the spiritual power is condensed. He is obviously a veteran who has been promoted to the Tao King Realm for many years."
"As for this young man."
The poisonous-faced scholar's eyes turned slightly to look at Chen Xuan.
However, before he could feel Chen Xuan's aura, both Black and White Wuchang stepped aside to make way, and then respectfully called the latter: "Master!"
What!
This, what is going on!
The vicious-faced scholar stared at this scene in disbelief with his eyes widened.
A Tao King Realm expert actually called that man master?
Although in the eyes of the poisonous-faced scholar, the Tao King Realm is nothing, the number of Tao King Realm experts who died in his hands was eighty if not one hundred.
However, the only person who can be called the master of the Tao King Realm is... the most powerful Tao King!
Thinking of this, the poisonous scholar covered it with his consciousness, and as expected he couldn't feel Chen Xuan's spiritual power.
"May I ask your Excellency?"
The poisonous-faced scholar raised his hands and asked Chen Xuan.
He is now sure that the other party must be the most powerful Dao Emperor!
Chen Xuan glanced at him with his deep starry eyes and said calmly: "You don't deserve to know who I am."
This seemingly innocuous sentence made the vicious-faced scholar's scalp start to tingle, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he wanted to kneel down to Chen Xuan.
It wasn't that he wanted to kneel, but that he was forced to kneel by the overwhelming momentum.
Plop.
In the end, the poisonous-faced scholar knelt down, his clothes instantly wet with cold sweat.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the scholar you are writing about is one of the ten great generals of the Zhou Dynasty. He is dealing with state affairs today. Please, Your Majesty, please don't interfere."
The poisonous-faced scholar trembled and said that facing such a powerful person, he had no choice but to move his backers out.
I hope Chen Xuan will give up on this. After all, the Zhou Dynasty also has a powerful Dao Emperor in charge.
In Beihuang, who dares not to show respect to the Great Zhou ancestor?
However, it was a pity that he met Chen Xuan.
Let alone the ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even if there were a hundred ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Chen Xuan would not take them seriously.
"Black and white are impermanent, let's do it."
Chen Xuan said lightly.
"Your Excellency, you are not afraid of angering Da Zhou..."
Before the poisonous-faced scholar could finish speaking, the old man named Mai suddenly moved.
A strong wind blew up in the hall, and the spiritual power exploded instantly.
puff!
Mai Lao Dao spat out a mouthful of blood. He didn't expect that just breaking free from the opponent's restraints would make him try his best.
In an instant, the old Taoist Mai rushed into the sky, holding a supremely sharp knife, and there were bursts of thunder in the sky.
"Burn!"
Mai Lao Dao did not hesitate and immediately burned the longevity energy in his body.
Facing the most powerful Dao Emperor, he showed no fear at all, but had endless fighting spirit.
"Thunder!"
The old Taoist Mai looked up to the sky and roared, and a sword turned into lightning appeared beside him.
Seeing this scene, King Wu exclaimed: "This, this is the qualitativeization of artistic conception!"
Artistic conception is the power that all warriors dream of. This power cannot be seen or touched.
But as long as the artistic conception breaks through to the heavenly level, it can be transformed into a qualitative image.
"I have been concentrating at ten years old and nourishing my spirit at twenty. At only fifty years old, I have already reached the fifth level of Dao King Realm. Now, I am over eight hundred years old, but my strength is still stuck at the peak of Dao King Realm. I don't accept it, I don't accept it.
!I dare to ask the Tao Emperor for some advice today!"
Mai Lao Taoist roared loudly.
Hundreds of years ago, he had known the Great Zhou Ancestor in the Dao King Realm, and the Great Zhou Ancestor at that time was only at the peak of the Dao King Realm.
But who would have thought that a hundred years later, he would still be stuck at the peak of the Dao King Realm. The Great Zhou Ancestor had already surpassed him and reached the legendary realm one step ahead of him.
This greatly hit the old Taoist Mai's character, and he secretly vowed to surpass the Great Zhou Patriarch.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mai Laodao's strength increased again, and he vaguely broke through to the strength of a half-step emperor.
The terrifying pressure came instantly, forcing both Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang to retreat.
King Wu, Wu Wanqing and others clung tightly to the stone pillars of the hall to avoid being blown away by the air wave.
"This sword is so powerful!"
The poisonous-faced scholar turned pale and murmured with bloody tears from his left eye.
Just by looking at the old Taoist Mai in the sky, his eyes were scratched by the knife.
Is this the difference between himself and the Three Saints of Beihuang?
In the air, Old Daoist Mai suddenly opened his eyes.