From then on, another legendary figure will appear in Dongzhou.
Another legend of overcoming challenges!
Next to the Jinluo 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, and an excellent brother would never disappoint Wang Yunhe.
elder brother……
Wang Shangdao's eyes were filled with tears, his eyes were red, his messy hair was dispersed down, he slowly looked up and stared at a person in the crowd.
The youngest empress in the heavenly realm.
"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, wondering, and didn't understand what Wang Shangdao had lost the game, so what else would he want to do.
"Dao'er, stop!" Wang Yunhe seemed to know something, suddenly slapped the table and stood up, stared at Wang Shangdao and shouted softly.
The high-level spiritual weapon trembled rapidly with a very small amplitude, and the frequency became higher and higher. After leaving the Wang Canal, it was like a blood-colored light floating in the center. The red light shone on the cheek of Wang Shangdao. Wang Shangdao pursed his lips tightly, burst into tears, and looked back at the anxious Wang Canal: "Father, Dao'er has never done anything for the royal palace in this life, and he will never be as good as his brother. This time, Dao'er
I don't want to disappoint my father." Boom! A huge voice sounded, deafening, and everyone's minds were buzzing blankly. Then they looked at the king's Shangdao, and saw that the king's sword broke through the flesh on his abdomen, and the high-level spiritual weapon with a dazzling scarlet light penetrated into the king.
In the flesh of Shangdao's lower abdomen, a strong wind blew everywhere torn Wang Shangdao's clothes apart. When his skin was exposed, Ji Yue calmed her eyebrows, raised her hand to cover Qingge's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Don't get dirty."
After the clothes were broken, Wang Shangdao's skin was scarlet red, and blood vessels burst out like the surface of a butterfly wing.
Bang bang bang bang!
The sound of breakthroughs rang one after another.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Shangdao was already a first-level Xuanling Master.
The cultivators around were curious about what kind of high-level spiritual weapon was that could allow the king to break through quickly?
However, the sound of breakthrough has not stopped and continues. As if it is out of control, a series of apertures appear on the soles of the feet, and the light columns rise from the ground, and ancient runes float and surge in the holy light.
"Twelfth-level Xuanling Master, this is too terrifying..."
"Original! He broke through the Original Realm!"
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The gods have no original energy in the heavenly realm, but the king's supreme path independently derives the original energy.
The red light burst out from the spiritual weapon broke through her veins. Logically, normal people would be destroyed. After the Wang Shangdao burst his tendons and veins, he became even stronger. That horrifying aura was like a ghost in the underworld.
All the energy accumulated in the bursting tendons and veins were dug out by the high-level spiritual weapons, swallowing the dantian and true energy all the way. Combining all the energy into one will make an even more terrifying explosion!
A blood-colored spirit bead suspended between the ribs.
"That is a self-destructive spirit destructive weapon that plunders all the power in the body and explodes with the strongest combat power at the cost of self-destructing the body."
"Self-demon... The king lost a competition, but he was going to explode himself? Was he crazy?"
"If it were not forbidden, life-threatening death, if it were not for the deep blood sea of hatred, who could do something to self-destruct? Wang Shangdao has been pampering since childhood, and is a prominent noble child in Beizhou, and he actually exploded himself."
"Why did the King Shangdao self-destruct? If he just doesn't want to live, he can just commit suicide, but he just self-destructs himself. Who are he going to deal with?"
"Empress!" Someone shouted, and tens of thousands of people's eyes instantly gathered on the lazy empress.
The woman sat upright in a chair, holding a teacup lightly, with silver hair half-tied, and wrapped herself in plain clothes.
How many people in the world can reach that graceful and calm demeanor?
People in the world only learned her ruthlessness and were complacent and proud. Not everyone could sit firmly at the position of the No. 1 Empress in the Eternal period. She looked indifferently at the King Shangdao who was still accumulating energy to explode, and leisurely drank tea, as if she did not notice the danger of coming, and was still saying to Liu Yan'er: "Master Liu, love to fight is not a good thing. In the future, it is best to get rid of the habit of love to fight quickly.
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"Yes." Liu Yan'er lowered her head and replied piously.
"Empress, be careful!" Liang Xiao said anxiously.
After drinking a cup of tea, Qingge gently shook his right hand and came out of the realm of nothingness. Qingge leaned into the wine pot, and the strong wine flowed into the tea cup from the mouth of the pot.
The tea is fragrant and the wine is rich and has a unique taste.
After the king had accumulated energy, there were blood marks on his face like branches, which were thin and long, covering his face.
All the black hair was raised, holding sharp swords in both hands, looking straight at Qingge, her eyes tightened and her wicked, and two lines of tears seemed to flow out.
"Empress, let my brother come back!" Wang Shangdao roared and rushed out with his sword. The Queen must not be able to avoid this fatal blow.
How can the Queen of the Seven Sects of Phantom Spirit dodge the attack of the Original Spirit Master? Looking at the subordinates of Dongzhou, who can compete with the Original Spirit Master?
Qingge was still pouring wine, chanting in his mouth: "A cup of heartbreak, half a cup of soulbreak..."
A gentle sing smiled as if in front of a grave, the wine in the mouth of the glass sprinkled all over the floor.
Singing and smiling lightly.
When the King Shangdao slashed with two swords, a figure passed by, and his long fingers gently clamped the King Shangdao's two swords.
King Shangdao slowly raised his head and looked over in shock.
Ji Yue stood in front of the chair, with her long fingers lightly, and Wang Shangdao and his sword all retreated. "Young Master Wang, Jiuyou Huangquan, the six reincarnations, all the way, easy to walk." Qingge poured out half a cup of heartbreaking wine, drank it all in one gulp, and looked at Wang Shang said with a smile: "On the Naihe Bridge, in front of the Forget River, I have been waiting for you for a long time. The family needs to be neatly organized.
good."
The king showed fear. He only wanted the empress's life to pay homage to his dead brother, but the ending now was completely different. The empress was safe and sound, and the warriors in the East China were proud, and only he was about to perish.
The king raised his sword and slashed it away. Thousands of red lights suddenly fell, and it was as sharp as a blade, slashing towards Qingge on his head.
Among these ten thousand killing lights, as long as one hit Ye Qingge, the empress would not be able to survive.
He didn't believe that the men in front of him could block them all.
A heavy snow suddenly rose, and each snowflake shone with crystal light, softening the force of hardness and blowing away the killing aura.
Puff!
Wang Shangdao vomited blood, spitting out the spirit beads between the ribs of the chest cavity and the ribs.
The spirit bead was dull and light. Without the spirit bead, he was already a useless body.
I was still an original spirit master just now, and now I have no spiritual energy.
"Dao'er..." Wang Yunhe walked quickly, holding Wang Shangdao, who had suffered a particularly severe body injury, with a look of pain on his face, "Dao'er, you're confused, how could you do this?"
The danger of self-destruction is too great.
Even the power obtained at the cost of life is very short.
Wang Shangdao did not kill Qingge during the time of self-destruction.
The King Shangdao was covered in blood and his skin was like a dead leaf butterfly. He fell in the King Shangdao's arms, and his body was covered in pools of blood.
"Dao'er wants to see his father laugh..." Wang Shangdao said crying.
"Father...you laugh..."
Wang Yunhe grinned and pulled his face, laughing even worse than crying.
Wang Shangdao raised his hand to hold Wang Yunhe's face, and his blood-stained hands left red marks on Wang Yunhe's cheeks.
"Daoer misses her brother..."
Wang Shangdao leaned against Wang Yunhe's chest, and his head seemed to have no strength to fall to one side. Wang Yunhe's trembling hand slowly raised under Wang Yunhe's nose, and suddenly retracted it like an electric shock.
He shook the king's shoulder, "Dao'er, Dao'er... don't be scared to be your father..."
In an instant, Wang Yunhe seemed to have been aged for decades, and no one could accept the pain of losing his son twice in a year.
Wang Yunhe picked up the bloody Wang Shangdao and walked towards Qingge. Ji Yue stopped in front of Qingge and looked at Wang Yunhe coldly.
"Empress, don't be afraid of night, don't be worried about dreaming. The cycle of heaven will eventually be your turn. My two miserable children will definitely come to ask for your life."
Wang Yunhe closed his eyes, and his blue-black robe was dyed red by the blood on Wang Shangdao's body.
"Ye Qingge, do you have no heart? You are such a cold-blooded beast."
Wang Yunhe carried the king up and walked back, "Do not be afraid, it's cold outside, I'll take you home for my father."
Qingge raised his jaw slightly, raised his jaw slightly, and looked at Wang Shangdao's back lazy and coldly.
Suddenly, he whispered aloud: "If the son does not teach, the father's fault, the head of the Wang family, should you reflect on yourself?"
Wang Shangdao self-destructed her and failed to succeed, but she became her. Wang Yunhe stopped and suddenly turned around and looked at Qingge, "There are people outside the mountain, there are mountains outside the sky, the nine heavens outside the sky, the empress, the mountains are high and the road is far away, let's take a look. If you don't avenge your son in your lifetime, I will be suppressed after my death.
Eighteen Hells, no face to see my parents again.”
Wang Yunhe looked at Ye Jingfeng: "Ye Jian Zun, all your children and daughters are cruel, vicious, ruthless and indifferent. You are really a failed father." Ye Jingfeng looked calmly: "Master Wang, my children of Ye family are not your turn to discipline me. My son Jiujie, my daughter is my Emperor Dongzhou, but your son is short-lived. The queen of the Wang family has this time to discipline my children, so why not go back to the house and kneel in the mourning hall to look at me.
Your ancestors of the royal family apologize.”
Ye Jingfeng's words are rarely harsh, and every word is even more piercing than the sword. Ye Jingfeng thought that Wang Shangdao actually exploded to kill Qingge, and was afraid, and then he heard Wang Yunhe push all his sins to Qingge. How could he be kind?
The Queen of the Wang family...
These four words were pierced in Wang Yunhe's heart like a needle tip.
He asked the King Shangdao to devote himself to practicing for a long time, just to show off in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.
The decline and prosperity of a race not only depends on whether the population is prosperous, but also on the achievements of the younger generation.
For example, although Ye Qingge was born in a low-level plane, her merits and achievements far exceed those of contemporary young people.
As long as Ye Qingge sits on the throne for a day, Ye’s family will never decline, and will only flourish and get better and better.
Wang Qinghong was once the number one genius in the Divine Realm and had immeasurable potential. He would break through the Origin Realm and go to the Thousand Clans in the future.
Even if Wang Shangdao has poor qualifications and talents, Wang Yunhe believes that as long as he teaches carefully and uses countless treasures to assist him, he will definitely have a promising future.
He knew Wang Shangdao, a child. He has been working hard and practicing hard these days to make a sigh of relief for the Wang family.
But I didn’t know that not only did I lose, but I also lost to Liu Yan'er in the Great Spirit Master’s realm. Wang Yunhe could not afford to lose this face, and the royal mansion could not afford to lose it. Wang Shangdao did not dare to see Wang Yunhe...
All of this caused the tragedy of the King Shangdao.
He is a mediocre person, his qualifications are inferior to others, and he is destined to be unable to bear high expectations.
Wang Shangdao's arms drooped down, his skin was wrinkled and the blood dripped down on his body dripped down.
Wang Yunhe left the place where the competition was played, 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 then buried his son inside.
"Dao'er, one day, I will take the head of the empress to sacrifice to you in heaven. My child, it's easy to go all the way, I will never let her go, I will never!"
When the empress was still in the Heaven and Earth Courtyard, 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 kind and soft-hearted. Wang Yunhe stood in front of the newly dug grave, his hands naturally drooped, clenched with force, raised his head and closed his eyes tightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his jawbone shook slightly.
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