In the gloomy and demonic sound, there was also a big cat like a white tiger carrying a girl dressed in Miaojiang, rushing around and breaking into the hall. When passing by the steps, Xuanyu smiled and pulled Qingqing on Bai Ling'er's back.

As the gaze of the Jianghu people and Yaoguangwei was stunned, the monster with dark red eyes and two tails was born, rolling up a sharp wind and tearing the majestic front of the hall.

At this point, this palace, which symbolizes royal power, has passed by like a strong wind and has been completely flattened.

During the chaos, Chen Qiu walked forward.

Sometimes old ghosts want to attack sneakily, but they will be blocked by the body of the mechanical people who are fighting wildly. They have no flesh and blood, no pain, and are not afraid of dying at all. However, these old warriors will be painful and bleed.

There are also half ghosts and demons who participate in the battle. Today they fall into a trap and are surrounded.

"Haha, I'm a little itchy."

Below the steps, He Wangchuan waved the Xuansnake Sword in his hand and said to the stunned knights behind him:

"I will protect this Marquis of Wei, and I will also go and kill a thief in Penglai. It will not be a waste of time."

After saying that, the Demon-Subduing Sword also entered the battle formation above. Qin Xuming waved the Liangyi boxing technique and followed closely behind. The martial artists were so excited that they wanted to go forward, but were held tightly by their companions.

I'm afraid of my life!

Didn't you see any monsters there?

He Daxia is not afraid, but they cannot.

It’s better to watch the fun honestly, or go find a few weak chickens to practice their skills.

Around the razed hall, deadly force intertwined, the ground was plowed out of gullies, thick pillars were interrupted and demolished, and there were also strong winds and thunder, monsters were caused by disasters, and poisons were sprinkled.

Further away, more Penglai reincarnated people came to help and fought with the warriors watching the fun below and Yaoguangwei.

Chaos, chaos everywhere.

But Zhao Ming was lucky.

The dragon throne where he was, he escaped a lot of murderous intent. He was not buried by the collapsed hall, nor was he involved in the bone-scraping wind and thunder.

The king has completely lost his ability to think.

He sat on the dragon throne so dull, sitting on the most luxurious chair in the world in an indifferent, incomprehensible, and unwilling to understand.

A blood mark was cut on the noble man's forehead by the splattered flying stones, but he suddenly didn't realize it.

He watched Chen Qiu walk up to the platform in front of the dragon throne step by step from the chaos, like walking on the flat ground, and when he saw the man approaching, a hint of fear was forgotten and returned to his heart again.

He tried to escape.

The instinct of survival drives him to escape.

But before he got up, he felt a heavy energy pressing on his limbs and bones.

"ah"

He screamed, his feet seemed to be cracked by a heavy hammer, and he was in great pain.

Chen Qiu probably hadn't dealt with an ordinary person for too long, and he didn't hold back his strength at this time, but he didn't care. He stepped forward a few steps and reached out to hold Zhao Ming's shoulder screaming.

Press him on the dragon throne.

With a casual swing, an edict written by Zhang Lan fell into Zhao Ming's hand. Gongshu's skillful hand's true energy line was summoned, and the jade seal of the imperial past that once belonged to the Great Chu was taken out of the broken ruins and locked in his hand by Chen Qiu.

"bring it on."

He stuffed the jade seal into Zhao Ming's hand and pointed to the edict.

No need to read the content.

Zhao Ming knew that if he stamped his seal, the southern country would be completely destroyed.

At this moment, the king collapsed.

He could no longer resist the emotions echoing in his heart, and could no longer resist the irresistible sorrow and despair in his heart, tears, and tears of weakness, from the eyes of this talented king.

He raised his head, looked at Chen Qiu, gritted his teeth, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"This is not my fault!"

"Whether you contact Penglai or fight with the northern country, or lure you into Lin'an, this is not the choice of the Lord! I have no choice at all, and I didn't do anything wrong!

He has never knelt down to Penglai! He has never sold his country and sought honor! What he did is what the king should do!

Why!

Why do you force me like this!"

"Then you are really miserable."

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Chen Qiu held Zhao Ming's trembling hand and pressed the jade seal on the edict bit by bit.

He said:

"Do you want to ask for justice from Chen?"

"Okay, then I'll teach you a reason."

He put away the engraved edict and raised it casually. The edict and the imperial seal were thrown into Qingqing's hands. Xuanyu shouted and was knocking Bai Ling'er, who was knocking away an old Penglai ghost, immediately turned her body.

Carrying her and Qingqing out of the ruins of the palace.

Chen Qiu leaned down and looked at Zhao Ming's eyes. He pointed to the chaos behind him, and Lin'an City, which had become a killing and fireworks.

He said:

"Do you know why things are coming to this point?"

Zhao Ming cried with tears in his face and shook his head.

"You said you did nothing wrong, I believe you can't be a bad guy."

Chen Qiu shook his head.

I was going to kill Zhao Ming here, but at this moment, he didn't want to take his life.

It's meaningless.

He stood up, moved his body, and said to Zhao Ming:

"Why are everyone targeting you? Because everyone has expectations for you, Zhao Ming, everyone hopes that you will do more things, do some good things, and do what you should do."

"It's a pity that you disappointed everyone who has expectations for you, and you did nothing."

"It doesn't matter whether you kneel or not."

Chen Qiu auctioned the dragon throne.

He said:

"You have it all, but you're not worthy of it."

"Forget it."

He pushed Zhao Ming and said:

"Go away."

Under Zhao Ming's back as he staggered and ran, Chen Qiu sat on the chair, but then he frowned, stood up, and smashed the southern dragon throne with one palm to pieces.

"This thing is really uncomfortable to sit."

"My family is afraid of being guilty in the future."

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Zhao Ming dragged his injured foot and staggered all the way out of the battleground.

He had no majesty as a king, nor was he different from the frightened people. His body was stained with blood and dust, and his hair was scattered.

But finally survived.

Zhao Ming gasped and planned to go and search for the loyal guards to escort him away from the place.

But when I turned the palace wall, I saw a tall man in black clothes and with two different pupils in front of me, blocking me.

"My name is Zhang Chu, you should have heard my name."

The man moved his finger and said.

Zhao Ming's expression changed drastically and he staggered back, but the next moment, the figure of the man in front of him disappeared, and behind him, there were already burning fingers pressing on his neck.

"Don't! I am willing to surrender to you in the northern country, I am willing..."

"Click"

With a light sound, all Zhao Ming's words turned into whimpers when he was dead, and all the light in his eyes completely dimmed at this moment.

"To me, your body is more useful than your people."

Zhang Chu looked at the dead person who was twitching in front of him and whispered:
Chapter completed!