Hu Qing had made guesses before. At most, he guessed that his boss was the leader of the rebel party who rebelled and usurped the throne when the Xiluo Kingdom was destroyed.
The biggest decent leader is not dead, and the biggest villain is creeping in darkness. This is the most normal plot of the series.
It turns out that it is not a rebellion against the party, but a person's self-game.
ox.
That's awesome.
Extremely awesome.
Hu Qing couldn't help but pity himself. What if one day he split into two and started killing each other?
Most of the people watching the show had the same idea.
Even the Underworld Envoy looked there with great interest and seemed to be salivating: "Both souls are very... powerful."
Hu Qing felt that what he wanted to say should be delicious.
But now that the boss has won, he firmly suppresses the split soul and stands quietly outside the golden light, watching his people leave.
Hu Qing took one look and didn't dare to look again. He didn't know why his nose was sore.
However, the boss didn't stay quiet for long.
"Your Majesty, do I, Siro, really want the country to be destroyed here?" the old general shouted hoarsely, his heart trembling with fear.
Hu Qing replied in his heart: The old minister is scared——
The boss looked at the old general who flew in front of him and asked calmly: "Why didn't he tell me about his planning of these things?"
The old general lowered his head and then raised his head: "Because Your Majesty has lost the ambition of being an emperor."
This is a loyal minister who swears to the death and will remain loyal to the royal family after death, and regards the royal family as his will to survive. He is loyal to the throne. If his boss does not sit on it, he will be loyal to the one sitting on it.
"Your Majesty, it's still too late. As long as we destroy the Gate of Hell, Shi Luo will still be Shi Luo, and even - we can turn the whole world into Shi Luo."
The old general said something crazy, but other civil servants and generals agreed.
The boss said: "You are all crazy because I led you crazy together. All sins started with me, and now they will end with me."
After saying that, he struck at the old general with one palm, and the fierce attack forced him closer to the fire of hell.
"Everything is my fault, and I alone bear all the sins. My dear friends, go find a new life, and don't be trapped in Siro's death situation anymore."
"Your Majesty!" The old general was so anxious that his eyes were scarlet red: "With this departure, there will be no more Siro Royal Family in the world - only you!"
The boss said: "Didn't Silla also come from nothing, and now he is back to nothing. General Fan, I am sorry for all of you. Let Silla's shackles be broken."
The old general doesn't want to. The total life and death span is more than 100,000 years! The Fan family has been loyal and loyal for generations, how can they give up like this?
The ghost horse was restrained and Zaoyang was raised. The old general said with a stern voice: "Back then, Your Majesty did not listen to the advice of good ministers, which caused disaster in Xiluo. The old minister thought that His Majesty was young and could not bear to criticize harshly. It was the fault of the old minister for his inability to supervise the country. Now, Your Majesty,
I made another mistake. This time, I should ask for the dragon-beating whip given by the founding ancestor of our country, so that your majesty will know when he has strayed and come back!"
what?
Everyone was shocked. Is this going to cause internal strife?
Hu Qing was shocked. He didn't expect to see the big plot of family, country, court, monarch and ministers competing in the fairy world. This and this - indeed, there is everything in the fairy world!
Please come out with the dragon whip, the golden light is shining and the momentum is compelling.
Hu Qing screamed in his heart: I want, I want, I want—
The civil and military ministers were shocked: "Old General——"
Old General: "Your Majesty, please repent."
The boss's always calm face was now full of pain. He glanced at the whole place and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone——"
Everyone looks at it.
"Please give us, monarch, some time."
Is this a private matter?
The people who came in now were all people from the nine sects and nine tribes. Everyone was of the same mind, and it would save their energy if they could use them up themselves. Everyone took a step back.
Dongjia was the first to fall into an open space, which was close to the golden light, and the originally filled Rakshasa ghosts had already melted into the ghost gate.
The ghosts fell down one after another, and their positions were clearly the same as the one on both sides of Jun Qishang's civil and military station.
The old general stood at the front of the queue, with the dragon-beating whip floating in front of him, ready to move. If the Ghost Emperor dared to say anything disobedient, it would whip it out.
"Your Majesty, please change."
The old general's facial lines were stretched straight, and his eyes were filled with obsession that was stronger than mountains.
His boss looked at him, and he looked at his boss, deadlocked.
Civil and military officials: "Your Majesty, please change it."
The host slowly looked at the familiar people. Originally, they were not like this.
Plop.
"Your Majesty——" All the officials were panicked.
"Boy, Bi Xuan, I'm sorry, teacher! I'm sorry, all my lords!" Dongjia knelt down on his knees with a thud, his clothes turned into grand imperial sacrificial robes, he put his hands on the ground, put his forehead to the ground, and roared loudly
: "I kneel down and send the teacher off on his way!"
He raised his head, with tears streaming down his face, and then lowered his head again: "I kneel down to send you all on your way!"
Lift it up again, then lower it down: "I, kneel down and send the people of Shiluo on their way!"
Wow, the ministers knelt and collapsed on the ground, and the old general was trembling: "You, how dare you kneel - how dare you kneel -"
Back then, you dragged the entire Ciro to hell and you didn’t even kneel!
The ghost people who had recovered their souls were crying in the golden light.
Why, why, why is this all happening?
Heaven and earth mourn, the blood moon weeps, countless Rakshasa ghosts no longer struggle, orderly and numbly experience the fire, salvation, purification, transformed into men, women, and children, take one last look with tears on their faces, and enter the gate of hell without looking back.
Everyone watched all of this quietly, with unspeakable sadness in their hearts. It was obviously nothing to do with themselves, but the joys and sorrows of human beings are sometimes connected.
The blood moon disappeared without knowing when, and the sky gradually became brighter, becoming clear and empty. The ghost gate was still open, and the ghost angel rested against the pillar.
All the Rakshasa ghosts have disappeared.
The regional fire that burned across the entire sky converged into the shape of a passage, and the flames danced out beautiful patterns on it.
Past the flame passage is the avenue of golden light, with dots of golden light leading to the steps in front of the ghost gate like fireflies.
There were also ghost emperors and their civil and military ministers who cried until they lost their voices and cried until they convulsed.
The old general was the first to stand up, but he fell down when the wind blew him.
"teacher--"
The old general waved his hand, and the general's armor turned into a cloth. He refused anyone's help, and without looking at the Ghost Emperor again, he led the war horse towards the avenue of flames.
After walking through the flames, walking through the golden light, and walking to the pillar in front of the Ghost Gate, he stopped, and the old man holding the old horse turned around half-turn, vaguely smiling at the Ghost Emperor.
That smile seemed to say: You finally did something an emperor should do.
One after another, following the footsteps of the old general, they walked through the road of regaining their sobriety. Some smiled at the ghost king, and some without a second glance, all entered the gate of ghosts, never to see each other again.
Everyone was already standing together, watching the Ghost Emperor in silence.
The Ghost Emperor did not want to enter: "I should give an explanation to Heaven for all my sins."
Hu Nuan asked Hu Qing: "Mom, what do you mean?"
Hu Qing's expression was complicated: "He took the initiative to ask for lightning strikes."
Hu Nuan: "Ah - isn't it also death?"
Hu Qing sighed: "That way he would feel better."
Fan Lao silently put away the flame and put the blindfold back on.
Hu Nuan glanced at Hu Qing and put away the golden light.
The messenger looked at Hu Qing and put away his merits.
Merit...virtue?!
Hu Qing jumped down and hugged the familiar position: "Oh my -"
Heartbreaking.
Messenger of the Underworld: "You violated the rules and summoned the ghost gate. It will be confiscated."