A palace made of gold and beautiful jade is paved with huge gold bricks, natural red jade as beams and pillars, and countless exquisite dragon and phoenix carvings. The gold bricks are carved with lotus flowers, and the bright yellow gauze hanging from the beams and pillars are also embroidered with the scene of wind blowing down cherry blossoms. As for the decorations in the hall, they are even more beautiful. Every object is a priceless treasure, or a real antique passed down thousands of years ago.

On the bookshelf, thousands of Taoist books are properly preserved. In the incense burner, there is a dragon-tower incense worth a thousand gold, burning silently. Outside the hall gate, countless palace maids crawling on the ground, and countless eunuchs stand aside. They are all noble princesses in various cultivation clans, but now they must kneel respectfully to serve the mistress in the hall like dogs. And they are the most famous talents in the kingdom in recent decades, but now they have been castrated, like canary in the cage, using their talents and words to satisfy the mistress in the hall.

No one dared to speak, everything was silent. Those slaves who dared to make sound would be swept away by a fog and were thrown into the tiger cage and fed the hostess' pet.

No one dares to be disrespectful. Everyone must sincerely develop their true nature, use one hundred thousand caution to express their own pleasure, and express their happiness for their current status, rather than complaining. Those slaves who dare to complain will be immediately captured, taste all the pain in the world, and witness all their own shattering. Then they are cut off and placed at the top of the head tower to warn the remaining living people.

The vast cloud city, the vast country, everything exists because of the mistress in the Golden Palace. All creatures, life and death are controlled by this woman. With her order, tens of thousands of mortals may be driven into the fire and burned into charcoal; or a family of thousands of children will become a piece of dust overnight, all men are buried alive in the ground, and all women are branded with slave seals and sold to a distance.

But now, the mistress of the Golden Palace is about to die.

She sat in the bedroom of the Golden Palace, with her close-knit lying behind her. Even the female disciples who were recently killed are dead. Their heads and the heads of those who were in contact with them were randomly thrown outside the door of the bedroom.

Under Yuncheng, tens of thousands of elite soldiers were slaughtering the families of female disciples under her orders. These families actually expanded to the point of today with these women a hundred years later, and they had the courage to touch the dragon throne in the Golden Hall. But now, not all the clans must surrender, and walked out of the mansions and giant castles with countless magic circles, knelt on the ground and waited to be beheaded and executed. Those women were still insulted by the soldiers like dogs, and never had the appearance of the past.

The flames are like pillars, and the glory has burned all the glory for a hundred years, but they cannot cover up the sadness in this woman's heart.

Because she is going to die!

In a huge mirror, her hair was withered, her eyes were turbid, her fingers began to stiffen, and even her lips were trembling.

At this moment, she was no longer the iron-faced queen or cold-blooded queen of the past; instead, she slowly stretched out her fingers and gently fiddled with the rouge boxes on the dressing table. She picked one casually, and just moved her fingers, and the silver box bounced up and opened her mouth. When she moved, she really applied some rouge with her fingers and applied it to her already shriveled and withered lips.

A piece of gray soil covered with a layer of pink will not bring vitality, but it will be even more desolate.

The fingers fell and the woman finally died.

At that moment, the world was stagnant.

Then, the huge cloud city fell, and the city below, which she had created three thousand years ago, fell into the abyss with her.

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On the first page of paper, it is drawn of the withered leaves at the top of the treetops.

On the second page, it is drawn one of the women who fell down with her.

She was once a princess of a great cultivation clan that had been passed down for nearly a thousand years. Her father was an extremely noble Jindan real person. Her mother was also from a noble cultivation clan. Therefore, her husband was also the legitimate son of several major clans in the country.

She has spiritual roots and her highest cultivation level is also at the middle level of the foundation building stage. What makes her even more envious is that her husband's cultivation level is actually similar to her. In this way, the life span of the two people can be almost 200 years old. When she is seventeen, she can be together for nearly 180 years old. No one will leave first, and no one will have to endure the pain of being lonely for decades, so she is praised as a "good blessing" by people around her.

Moreover, the kingdom was suppressed by the True Lord of the Nascent Soul, which had been peaceful for three thousand years. Although the empress, although her means were mean and cruel, was only by her means that this land could live and work in peace and prosperity to its present level. Therefore, she was still grateful to her in her heart.

Until today.

Just because of one of his grandsons, he joined a club, a club composed of hundreds of wealthy families gathered together to praise the elders' disciples. The Tsinghua fairy was self-admiring and brilliant. Among the people, there are many reckless men who admire her. Why is the club that his grandson participated in to be cleaned up? Why should he chase his family and slaughter thousands of people like pigs and sheep?

She didn't know or understand. However, she couldn't resist, let alone resist!

The consequences of resisting the empress have been proven in the past years with corpses, blood and bone jungles. Moreover, those who resist will be more painful than death. They will be kept in the cage of the cloud city in the sky for decades until they are dried up, and only one human skin will be freed.

If you don’t resist, you will always have the chance to leave your family’s blood and you will always have the chance to re-bury your generation of people who died in a mess. This has also been proven over the past thousands of years.

So, she could only bear it, and could only kneel in the dust in front of the door, watching the men of the family being pulled out, cut to death on the street, and blood covered the walls; she could only listen to the screams from the courtyard walls, allowing tears to flood everything.

But today is abnormal.

The old family member who was entrusted with important tasks should have taken one of the descendants of the family from the family to settle in the border town, but now he is hanged not far away. The other backhands set up in the past, in order to prevent such a disaster of family destruction today, were cut off one by one.

When every rope was cut off, her heart sank down. Until everything was shattered, her heart was completely ashes.

Then, she looked at the originally charming women in the family, those who used to be golden rings and jade pendants, who were once beautiful and beautiful, were whipped out of the door naked, with burnt black numbers on her back, and her legs were in a mess, and then she was whipped and caught in a black prison car.

On the prison car, a big word "prostitute" blinded her eyes.

The most pleasant thing in the world is to have seven sons, seven sons become dragons; to have five daughters, five daughters become phoenixes. Before today, she was indeed like this.

But today, I have seven sons, and all seven sons are lost; I have five daughters, and five daughters become prostitutes!

Why is heaven and earth so unfair? It has destroyed me to such a state!

She stood up and pointed at the high Yuncheng, who was already pressing on the blade of the soldiers' necks.

But I could see that the towering cloud city collapsed, the mountain palace sinked, and the people in the sky spilled down like dust.

The towering city of Yuncheng used to be the pillar of her heart. Today, seeing it collapses, it makes her heart feel happy.

The palace was brilliant, and it was her dream day and night. Today, seeing it sinks, it was full of thoughts.

Those people in the sky were once the examples of her educating her descendants. Today, she saw them dying suddenly, and she was extremely happy and said, "It's so good to die!"

In a trance, the cloud city weighing tens of millions of tons fell, destroying most of the city. The smoke and dust rose up blocked the sun.

And who knows that when Yuncheng fell, there was an old woman who stretched out her arms and hugged death calmly!

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On the second page of paper, it is a leaf that burns brilliantly when it falls.

On the third page of paper, it is a different scenery.

She is just an ordinary peasant woman. Her parents are both ordinary farmers, her husband is also an ordinary farmer, and her children are still ordinary farmers. She was born in a loess thatched house and grew up in a loess thatched house, and even when she got married, she was still in a loess thatched house. She spent her whole life struggling in the loess.

But she had no dissatisfaction with her life. At least, whether it was the family of her parents or the family of her husband, they were all tenants from generation to generation in the imperial village under the name of the empress. No matter how many children they had, there was always a place to support people in the imperial village; no matter how floods and droughts there were outside, even if it was a thousand miles away, the vast water country, the imperial village always had good weather and good harvests every year. At least, she gave birth to six sons and four daughters, and none of them died young, all of them grew up and all of them started their own families. Although they were still ordinary farmers, the best one was just a minor official in the imperial village who was in charge of cows, but watching their children grow up and have a lot of children and grandchildren is also a kind of satisfaction.

Look at the exiled refugees on the road outside the imperial village, looking at the old women of about the same age as me, wearing ragged clothes, their hair was made into pieces of loess, and their fingers were like hooks and rats on the edge of the road. And on my side, under the dome, were vast and neat farmland, golden ears of grain, fruit trees for harvest, full warehouses of grain, and full circles of cattle and sheep. How can I not be satisfied with this comparison?

The empress had thousands of hectares of farmland outside the city and used a dome that was upside down like a bowl to isolate a huge imperial manor. There are many more domes. It is said that the empress had a total of 300 imperial manors. Those cultivation families also followed suit and built hundreds or thousands of domes of different sizes on the plains outside the city to isolate manors.

But all of this has nothing to do with her.

Until this day, the clouds collapsed and the city was completely destroyed.

But for some reason, the several doors that were usually accessible around the dome were completely closed.

Fortunately, I stood at a high place and watched the domes of some cultivation families disappear inexplicably, and then the refugees around me flocked up, eating up everything on the land, even those people in the manor. The smoke rolled, people gathered like the sea, swallowing everything in the gaps around the dome, and then swallowing the domes that were gradually unable to support it. One wave after another, endless people swarmed from countless roads, crowded around the dome, quietly watching the harvest field in the transparent wall, quietly waiting for the moment when the dome disappeared, quietly looking at the people in the dome.

When she saw the first pillar of smoke rising in the distance, she felt inexplicably nervous. When thousands of people surrounded all the gaps around the imperial village, she was quietly starving to death while waiting for the dome to disappear, she was really panicked.

Those people outside can no longer be considered human!

Because she saw with her own eyes that many people had white bones on their bodies, and the bones were obviously human bones. And those crazy men even smashed the newly cut human heads onto the dome, watching it blown into a pink blood mist by the magic circles on the dome.

At this moment, she really wanted to thank the empress for building the dome so hard. Although she used to feel that she was a hen raised in a chicken pen, she was always uncomfortable; although she used to hear from the old man that sometimes there would be immortals from heaven coming down and practicing archery with her farmers, and she could die in one day, but now she never thinks so again.

Indeed, with the protection of the dome, the already mature grain in the farmland, and there are so many reserves on the manor, what else should I be afraid of?

Maybe, those people outside were starved to death, and they were still alive.

Indeed, she was not wrong. The people in the imperial village were indeed doing the same thing as she thought.

However, after only ten days, there were no one knowing which corner of the imperial village, killings broke out again and again. From time to time, officials from the imperial village were strangled to death in dark corners; then, a large group of suspects were driven to the valley ground and hanged to the public. Then, suddenly, the guards of the imperial village killed all the civil servants and completely cleaned up their families.

Overnight, thousands of people were missing in the imperial village.

But when night came again, the officers and generals of the guards were killed by the soldiers and their men, and their families were completely cleaned up.

Sure enough, they were not good people. Boxes of gold were pulled out from those mansions, covering the entire valley; countless good things could be seen from those official mansions.

However, the soldiers seized power and really stopped. Everyone gathered together and began to build defensive fortresses, create various weapons and tools, ready to prepare everything before the dome disappears. When the dome disappears, they break out and go to the land under the jurisdiction of the Southern Confucian Sect.

However, everyone's dreams shattered overnight.

At a certain moment, the dome magic circle judged that the rice in the farmland had been completely mature, so it sent tens of thousands of wooden spirit puppets to start harvesting and then sent them to the granary that was closely monitored.

It was not until this time that everyone realized that the things that seemed to belong to them actually did not belong to them, but were still in the palm of the dead old woman.

So everyone started to harvest rice before the Mu Ling puppet, or started to smash these puppets, and some even stared at the warehouse with tight barriers at the center of the imperial village. Then, all those who dared to do whatever they wanted were dead.

Just a row of fifty red puppets killed all those who dared to do anything. Under the dome, everyone had nowhere to escape.

Facing these red puppets, the carefully prepared fortifications were only slightly thicker than white paper; the well-built war tools were only thicker than chopsticks. Everything was shattered; all the rebels were beheaded. According to the rules determined by the empress three thousand years ago, they killed all those involved in the rebels.

That is to say, kill all the living people in the entire dome!

One of her sons, one of the soldiers, and with five hundred brothers, killed the mighty and blessed generals, executed the greedy and shameless officials, and blood-swept the old wealth who exploited and laid money, and finally became the masters themselves. But on that day, just in front of her, a red puppet easily cut the shield defense line and easily cut off her head.

Then, the wooden spirit puppet spreads the earth and kills all the living people.

She watched the living people become part of the blood-red earth; she looked at the red puppet, carrying the knife still splashing with her son's blood, and walked towards herself step by step.

She suddenly tore off her clothes, barely her chest, and accepted the knife calmly.

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On the third page, it is painted with a blood-stained maple leaf.
Chapter completed!