From now on, there will be another legendary figure in Dongzhou.
Another legend of cross-level challenges! Beside the Jinlu Platform, Wang Shangdao picked up two swords and did not dare to look directly into Wang Yunhe's eyes.
It would be great if my brother was still alive. An excellent brother would never let Wang Yunhe down.
Brother... Wang Shangdao's eyes were filled with tears, his eyes were red, his messy hair was hanging down, he slowly raised his head and stared at a person in the crowd.
The youngest empress in heaven.
"Father, Dao'er will never let you down."
Wang Shangdao gritted his teeth, took out a high-level spiritual weapon from the space treasure, cut the blood in his palm with his long sword, and poured it on the high-level spiritual weapon.
The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't understand what Wang Shangdao wanted to do after he had already lost the game.
"Dao'er, stop!"
Wang Yunhe seemed to know something. He suddenly slapped the table and stood up. He stared at Wang Shang and shouted.
The high-level spiritual weapon trembled at extremely high speeds with a very small amplitude, and the frequency became higher and higher. After leaving Wang Yunhe's back, it was like a blood-colored light ball floating in the center.
The red light shone on Wang Shangdao's cheeks. Wang Shangdao pursed his lips tightly, with tears streaming down his face. He turned back to look at the anxious Wang Yunhe: "Father, Dao'er has never done anything for the palace in his life, and he will never be as outstanding as his brother. This
Once again, Dao'er didn't want to disappoint his father."
Boom! A huge sound sounded, deafening, and everyone's minds buzzed blankly. They immediately looked towards Wang Shangdao, and saw Wang Shangdao's sword breaking through the flesh of his abdomen, revealing a high-level spiritual weapon with a dazzling scarlet light.
Then he got into the flesh of Wang Shangdao's lower abdomen, and saw the strong wind tearing apart Wang Shangdao's clothes. When his skin was exposed, Ji Yue frowned, raised her hand to cover Qing Ge's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Don't be dirty.
Eye-catching."
After the clothes were torn, Wang Shangdao's skin was already scarlet red, and the blood vessels protruded outward, like the surface of butterfly wings.
Bang bang bang! The sounds of breakthroughs sounded one after another.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Shangdao has become a first-level Xuanling Master.
The cultivators around him were full of curiosity. What kind of high-level spiritual weapon was it that could allow Wang Shangdao to break through so quickly?
However, the sound of breakthrough has not stopped yet, it is still continuing. As if out of control, circles of light appear on the soles of the feet, light pillars rise from the ground, and ancient runes float and surge in the holy light.
"Twelfth-level Xuanling Master, this is too terrifying..." "Origin! He broke through the origin realm!"
"..." The heavenly realm of gods does not have the original energy, but Wang Shangdao independently derived the original energy.
The red light bursting out from the spiritual weapon broke through her veins. Logically speaking, a normal person would be crippled. However, after Wang Shangdao exploded his veins, he became even more powerful. The terrifying momentum was like the underworld.
The devil.
All the energy accumulated for many years in the exploding tendons was dug out by high-level spiritual weapons, swallowing up the Dantian and the true essence. Combining all the energy into one would be an even more terrifying explosion! A blood-colored spiritual bead was suspended in the ribs.
between.
"It is a self-destructive weapon of destruction. It searches for all the power in the body and uses the self-destruction of the body to burst out the strongest combat effectiveness."
"Self-destruction... Wang Shangdao just lost a competition, and he actually wanted to self-destruct?
Is he crazy?"
"If it is not a last resort and there is a narrow escape from death, if it is not a blood feud that is irreversible, who can commit suicide?
Wang Shangdao has been pampered since he was a child and is the son of a prominent nobleman in Beizhou, but he blew himself up."
"Why did Wang Shangdao explode himself?
If he just doesn't want to live anymore, he can just kill himself, but if he blows himself up, who is he going to deal with?"
"Empress!"
Someone shouted loudly, and the eyes of tens of thousands of people instantly focused on the lazy empress.
The woman is sitting upright in a chair, lightly holding a tea cup, with her silver hair half pulled up and wrapped in plain clothes.
How many people in the world can match that graceful and composed demeanor?
The world has only learned a bit of her ruthlessness and a bit of kindness, and they are complacent and complacent. However, not everyone can secure the position of the number one empress in the ages.
She looked indifferently at Wang Shangdao, who was still accumulating power to self-destruct, and drank tea leisurely. She seemed not to notice the approaching danger, and still said to Liu Yan'er: "Master Liu, it's not a good thing to have a love for war. Get rid of the habit of war in the future."
, it’s best to resolve it quickly.”
"yes."
Liu Yan'er lowered her head and replied piously.
"Empress, be careful!"
Liang Xiao said anxiously.
After Qingge drank a cup of tea, he shook his right hand and a pot of heart-broken wine came out from the realm of nothingness. Qingge tilted the pot and the strong wine flowed from the spout into the teacup.
The tea aroma is heavy and the wine has a unique taste.
After Wang Shangdao finished accumulating his strength, there were blood stains on his face that were intertwined like branches, long and thin, covering his face.
The black hair was all standing up, holding a sharp sword in both hands, looking straight at Qingge, his eyes were tightened and his eyes were about to burst, and two lines of tears seemed to flow out continuously.
"Empress, please give my brother his life back!"
Wang Shangdao roared and rushed out with his sword. The empress would not be able to dodge this fatal blow.
How does the empress of the seven phantoms dodge the attack from the origin spiritual master?
Looking at Dongzhou's subordinates, who can compete with the original spiritual master?
Qingge was still pouring wine, and whispered in his mouth: "One cup will break your heart, half a cup will break your soul..." Qingge smiled lightly, as if in front of a grave, the wine in the cup spilled all over the floor.
Singing softly and smiling calmly.
When Wang Shangdao struck with his two swords, a figure passed by, and the long fingers of both hands gently clamped Wang Shangdao's two swords.
Wang Shangdao slowly raised his head and looked over in shock.
Ji Yue stood in front of the chair, using her long fingers to push lightly, Wang Shangdao and his sword all moved back.
"Young Master Wang, Nine Netherworlds, Six Paths of Reincarnation, All the Way, It's Easy to Go."
Qingge poured down half a glass of heart-broken wine, drank it all in one gulp, looked at the king with a smile and said: "On the Naihe Bridge, in front of the Wangchuan River, my brother has been waiting for you for a long time.
A family must be neat and tidy."
Wang Shangdao showed fear. At the cost of his life, he only wanted the life of the empress to pay tribute to his dead brother. But now the ending was completely different. The empress was safe and sound, the soldiers of Dongzhou were happy, but he was the only one who was about to perish.
Wang Shangdao raised his sword to strike again, and thousands of red lights rained down suddenly, sharp as blades, and struck Qing Ge head-on.
As long as one of these ten thousand killing lights hits Ye Qingge, the empress will not be able to survive.
He didn't believe that he could block all the men in front of him.
A heavy snow suddenly fell, and each snowflake glowed with crystal light, softening the rigid momentum and blowing away the murderous spirit.
Pfft! Wang Shangdao vomited out a mouthful of blood, and also vomited out the spirit beads between his chest and ribs.
The spirit bead was dim and dull, and without it, he was already a useless body.
Just now he was the original spiritual master, but now he has no spiritual energy.
"Dao'er..." Wang Yunhe came quickly and supported Wang Shangdao, who was severely injured, with a look of pain on his face, "Dao'er, you are confused, how could you do this?"
The risk of self-explosion is too great.
Even if the power is obtained at the cost of life, the time of use is very short.
Wang Shangdao did not kill Qingge when he blew himself up.
Wang Shangdao's body was covered in blood, and his skin was like a dead leaf butterfly. He fell into Wang Shangdao's arms, with pools of blood all over his body.
"Dao'er wants to see his father smile..." Wang Shangdao cried.
"Father...you are smiling..." Wang Yunhe grinned, his smile was uglier than crying.
Wang Shangdao raised his hand to hold Wang Yunhe's face, and his blood-stained hand left red marks on Wang Yunhe's cheek.
"Dao'er missed my brother..." Wang Shangdao leaned on Wang Yunhe's chest, his head falling to one side as if he had no strength. Wang Yunhe's trembling hand slowly raised and placed it under Wang Yuelu's nose, as if he was electrocuted.
He took it back with a shudder.
He shook Wang Shangdao's shoulders, "Dao'er, Dao'er... don't scare me as a father..." For a moment, Wang Yunhe seemed to have aged dozens of years. The pain of losing his son twice in one year was something no one could accept.
Already.
Wang Yunhe picked up the bloody Wang Shangdao and walked towards Qingge. Ji Yue stopped in front of Qingge and looked at Wang Yunhe indifferently.
"Empress, don't be afraid of the night, don't worry about dreaming. Heaven will reincarnate, and one day it will be your turn. My two miserable children will definitely come to ask for their lives."
Wang Yunhe closed his eyes, and the green and black python robe was stained red by the blood on Wang Shangdao's body.
"Ye Qingge, don't you have a heart?
You are truly a cold-blooded beast."
Wang Yunhe hugged Wang Shangdao and walked back, "Don't be afraid, Daoer. It's cold outside. I will take you home as a father."
Qingge raised her head slightly, raised her chin slightly, and looked at Wang Shangdao's back lazily and coldly with a slit in her eyes.
Suddenly, Qingge said loudly: "The son's failure to teach is the father's fault. Master Wang, should you reflect on yourself?"
Wang Shangdao committed suicide to kill her but failed, so he became her fault?
Wang Yunhe paused in his steps and suddenly turned back to look at Qing Ge, "Beyond human beings, there are mountains beyond the mountains. There are nine heavens beyond the sky. Empress, the mountains are high and the roads are far away. Let's wait and see."
If I don't avenge my son's murder during my lifetime, I will burn myself in the Beizhou Hall. After my death, I will be trapped in the eighteenth level of hell, unable to see my parents again."
Wang Yunhe looked at Ye Jingfeng: "Ye Jianzun, the sons and daughters you have raised are cruel, vicious, ruthless and indifferent. You are really a failed father."
Ye Jingfeng said with a stern face: "Master Wang, it is not your turn to discipline the children of my Ye family. My son, Your Highness the Nine Realms, and my daughter, the First Emperor of Dongzhou, your sons are short-lived. The Wang family has no descendants, so you have this time to discipline them."
My children, why not go back home and kneel in the mourning hall to apologize to the ancestors of your royal family."
It was rare for Ye Jingfeng to speak harshly, and every word was more piercing than the sword. Ye Jingfeng was frightened when he thought that Wang Shangdao actually blew himself up to kill Qingge, and then heard Wang Yunhe put all the blame on Qingge, how could he?
Can you be kind and cheerful?
The last queen of the Wang family... These four words pierced Wang Yunhe's heart like the tip of a needle.
He asked Wang Shangdao to practice with great concentration for a long time just so that he could shine in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony.
The decline and prosperity of a race depends not only on whether the population is prosperous, but also on the achievements of the younger generation.
For example, although Ye Qingge was born in a lower plane, her achievements far exceeded those of contemporary young people.
As long as Ye Qingge sits on the throne, the Ye family will never decline, but will only prosper and get better and better.
Wang Qinghong was once the number one genius in the Divine Realm, with immeasurable potential. In the future, he would break through the Origin Realm and join the Thousand Clans.
No matter how poor Wang Shangdao's qualifications and talents are, Wang Yunhe believes that as long as he teaches carefully and uses countless treasures of heaven and earth to assist him, he will definitely be successful.
He understands this child Wang Shangdao. He has endured hardships and practiced hard these days just to give the Wang family a chance.
Unexpectedly, not only did he lose, but he also lost to Liu Yan'er, who was in the realm of a great spiritual master. Wang Yunhe couldn't afford to lose face, and the palace couldn't afford to lose it, but Wang Shangdao didn't dare to see Wang Yunhe... All of this created Wang Shangdao's tragedy.
.
He is a mediocre person, his qualifications are not as good as others, and he is destined to be unable to carry high expectations.
Wang Shangdao's arms drooped down, his skin was wrinkled and piled together, and the blood dripping from his body was dripping.
Wang Yunhe left the competition place, carried him to the peach blossom forest next to Mingyuan Villa, dug the soil with his bare hands in front of the peach blossom tree, dug a huge pit, and buried his son in it.
"Dao'er, one day, my father will sacrifice the empress' head to your spirit in heaven.
My child, she has a good journey, her father will never let her go, absolutely not!"
When the empress was still in Tiandiyuan, he had the ability to kill Ye Qingge, but he did not do so.
Now it seems that it is all his fault for being soft-hearted.
Wang Yunhe stood in front of the newly dug grave, his hands hanging down naturally, clenching them tightly, raising his head and closing his eyes tightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his mandible shook slightly.