Chapter 1032 Fate

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has fainted, but he is fine. He is just exhausted."

The imperial physician knelt before the Emperor and reported.

And at this time, the Emperor,

also looked weary.

What had happened before was something he had never expected in his life, because he did not cultivate, so he had long known that some scenery was destined not to happen to him.

But once he really became the Son of Heaven, everything became different again.

He,

Ji Chengjue,

Ji Lao Liu,

Yan Xiao Liu,

unexpectedly, he could still pull off such a miraculous stunt, helping that Zheng fellow fight from tens of thousands of miles away!

In normal times,

the Emperor would probably dismiss everyone and revel alone in the Imperial Study, or call the Empress in to share the joy.

But this time,

the Emperor felt extremely troubled,

even,

angry!

He instinctively didn't want to think about where this anger came from, but he clearly knew the answer.

He felt it.

That Zheng fellow, who had been clamoring to rebel,

in the end,

spared no expense to eradicate the source of future chaos for Great Yan.

The Emperor felt like laughing,

so he began to laugh and cry at the same time.

Once, he had said to that Zheng fellow, the world would be so boring without you.

Perhaps,

it was inappropriate for the ruler of a country to say this, but that was truly what he thought in his heart.

He would rather that Zheng fellow rebel against him, whether he marched to Fengxin City or Zheng marched to Yanjing, they could mutually confine each other and continue to show off, rather than one of them suddenly disappearing without a trace.

At this moment,

Wei Zhonghe asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, should we still execute the Pixiu..."

"You dead slave, do I need to be asked a second time about my decree?"

The Emperor roared at Wei Zhonghe with red eyes,

Wei Zhonghe was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he immediately retreated, instructing a group of red-robed eunuchs to prepare for the "execution."

Actually, Wei Gonggong couldn't really be blamed,

the secret service of Great Yan, executing the totem of Great Yan, even if it was the Emperor's decree, he had to ask for confirmation again.

But what Wei Zhonghe didn't know was that

the Emperor's reason had now been dominated by anger,

this Pixiu,

originally, it was okay to "kill" or not to "kill,"

but now,

it had to be killed.

Not for anything else,

purely as a sacrifice for that Zheng fellow to take down with him.

The road to the underworld was probably not easy,

and that guy was so delicate,

afraid that burning sedan chairs and paper figures would be too late,

so he had to prepare a vehicle for that Zheng fellow to ride on the road to the Yellow Springs, so that he wouldn't come back in a dream and complain.

At this time, Zhang Gonggong carefully approached and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, you have not eaten all day. Please take care of your imperial body."

"Eat," the Emperor said.

Zhang Gonggong was immediately overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "This servant will go and prepare a meal for Your Majesty."

"I want to eat...corn cakes."

"Eh...ah?"

The Emperor turned his face and looked at Zhang Gonggong.

With Wei Zhonghe's example before him, Zhang Gonggong immediately shuddered and shouted:

"This servant obeys!"

...

For the many strong individuals within the Ming Village, what they saw and heard today was the most dramatic event of their lives.

From the moment the Regent of Great Yan rode his horse with only a few attendants to the gate of Ming Village, the situation had been in a state of overturning, overturning again and again;

finally,

the plate could no longer hold and was completely shattered.

Fortunately, they were not confused for long in this spiritual cognition, nor did they suffer much torment in the regret of their past choices;

in the face of the powerful Demon Kings,

even resistance was a luxury.

Whether it was A'ming's River of Death or Liang Cheng's Sea of the Underworld, the terrifying devouring barrier they created instantly submerged half of the strong individuals in the village.

After all,

the Demon Kings' realms were limited by their master.

If the master was at the Fifth Rank, then they could only exert the power of the Fifth Rank peak at most, but earlier, their experience, awareness, and subtle grasp and understanding of power allowed them to be qualified to fight beyond their ranks.

Perhaps, only geniuses like the Sword Saint could face a Demon King without falling behind when in the same realm.

In most cases, it would be like Xue San's assassination of the "High Rank" Prince Fu in Mianzhou City, seemingly exaggerated but actually a matter of course.

And when the realm was raised above,

fighting beyond one's rank became a bit difficult.

No matter how powerful a Third Rank Demon King was, they could not use the power of the Second Rank, so when facing a strong individual who could open the Second Rank, there was not much they could do, but it was also difficult for a Second Rank strong individual to kill them.

But things are relative,

the higher you go, the broader the scenery, and what anyone sees and hears may only be the tip of the iceberg.

But the Demon Kings were completely familiar with this scenery.

Some strong individuals who opened the Second Rank were only at the stage of borrowing power from "heaven," but once the Demon Kings entered the Second Rank, they had already caught a glimpse of the whole picture.

Therefore,

Second Rank Demon Kings could easily kill other Second Rank strong individuals.

And,

when the Demon Kings stepped into the First Rank...

The Great Xia Emperor, who carried luck and the will of heaven, and who had awakened after hundreds of years, had only just crossed the threshold of that First Rank.

But the Demon Kings were different,

their mastery of power, their understanding of power, and the true height of their own bloodlines,

could not be encompassed by the nine ranks to one rank of this world.

The nine ranks to one rank were the ladder for many cultivators in this world, but for the Demon Kings, which of them were not truly existing beings who could summon wind and rain in their own world?

Si Niang was a procuress who ran a brothel, with many branches. This seemed ordinary, as who wouldn't know how to open a branch if it was profitable?

But the problem was, who in this world could open so many branches in thousands of years?

Fan Li was a woodcutter who liked to chop the bones of demon gods to build his simple and atmospheric palaces. When he lacked materials, he would go wherever he could chop;

San'er's pharmacy was his hobby, but he really used dragon livers and phoenix marrow to conduct experiments back then.

Not to mention A'ming and Liang Cheng, the height of their bloodlines was truly the "ancestral" level.

Therefore, the nine ranks to one rank could be used to measure the current strength level of the Demon Kings, but it was far from all of the Demon Kings' strength.

Therefore,

when the Demon Kings took action together,

the sky,

was naturally reversed.

The Great Xia Emperor seemed to realize something at the last moment. He raised his hand, wanting to break open the four-sided formation.

This formation, which was originally set up to suppress the Regent's means and for the sake of insurance, at this time, was more like a traction, being used in reverse by the other party.

The Great Xia Emperor could not understand why Zheng Fan's subordinates also advanced when Zheng Fan advanced,

but he vaguely realized that

as long as Zheng Fan's realm fell and could not be maintained, then these terrifying existences should also go back;

after all, the previous collective rank drop and advancement had already demonstrated this rule vividly.

Therefore,

the Great Xia Emperor did not hesitate to reach out first, taking advantage of the fact that a group of village strong individuals were still "blocking," and first grabbed the necks of Granny Qian and the Wine Old Man with both hands.

Terrible power burst out from between his palms,

and the two people's physical bodies were instantly crushed at this time,

even the souls of the qi refiners that escaped from their physical bodies were shattered by the Great Xia Emperor with gang qi.

With the destruction of the two people who were presiding over this four-sided formation,

the Great Xia Emperor looked up at the sky with expectation,

but was stunned to find that

the formation was still running!

In the distant high altitude,

the blind man floating there revealed a faint smile of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

At his fingertips, a string of colorful lights was flowing in a certain rhythm.

When the master advanced to the First Rank,

and he also entered the First Rank,

the blind man directly took over this four-sided formation.

As a "military advisor," how could he not pay attention to this small detail?

The blind man yawned,

reached out to touch, but did not find an orange, and then realized that he had already peeled it. He could not help but feel a little lost.

He did not go down to join in the fun,

because even if Si Niang did not come up, the current situation was still a case of too many wolves and too little meat.

Controlling the stable operation of the formation,

he made a movement that was not necessary,

he turned his head,

first looking at the master standing there;

then,

looking behind the master;

"Heh, so that's how it is."

After sighing,

the blind man turned his "eyesight" and looked north.

The next time he peeled an orange, it would be when his godson came to offer sacrifices at his grave, right?

Thinking of this,

the blind man suddenly felt a little panicked,

panicked that that stubborn fellow would only say, "It's good to cherish the memory in your heart," and in the end, wouldn't even set up a grave for him!

Immediately,

the blind man laughed loudly,

unexpectedly, it was himself,

who was thinking about these things before the end. He claimed to be clever and see through everything, but in the end, he also wanted to find a cloth to cover his eyes, even though he was blind.

However,

anyway, there was nothing else to do except maintain this formation, and there was no time to do anything further,

so why not...

The blind man used his mind in two ways. While maintaining the operation of the formation to a stable arc, so that it would still maintain good elasticity when subjected to the impact of the master and the national fortune of Great Yan, on the other hand,

he began to use his mental power, in this Ming Village,

to sculpt:

steps,

an offering table,

stone lions,

the stone lions were erased again, and a Pixiu was sculpted.

Seeming to think it was not enough, he sculpted seventeen or eight in one breath. The Pixiu at the front had exquisite scales, raised its neck high, and was very smug, clearly showing the charm of the master's Pixiu.

The master said that there had to be seventeen or eight Pixiu leading the way, which was called style, so he would satisfy the master.

As for the tombstone, how should it be designed?

The blind man first sculpted a joint tomb at the bottom. Next to the master, naturally, would be Si Niang's.

As for the master's other women,

hey,

it was already this time,

how could the blind man still take care of distributing favors evenly and maintaining family harmony?

Afterwards, the blind man sculpted a new tomb next to the master's tomb. This was naturally his own.

When preparing to make the next tomb, the blind man turned back and opened a companion tomb next to his own tomb as well.

As for next,

he would have to build them all together;

A'li's tomb had to be big, and Xue San's tomb could not be small on the outside, but had to be used more on the inside;

A'ming's tomb and A'cheng's tomb had to be close together.

Therefore,

while the killing was in full swing in the front,

in the back,

the blind man began to concentrate on playing pottery.

The mental power of the First Rank plus the mental power of the First Rank was enough for him to complete this project quickly and calmly.

He had to finish it quickly,

and then,

he had to leave some time to transform this four-sided formation again, so that it could continue to run on its own for a hundred and eighty years, to prevent interference from outsiders.

Oh,

and he had to leave a door for his godsons,

in addition,

Tian Tian should remember to bring him oranges.

Thinking that he was designing a future "forbidden area" in this world, which might be called the Prince's Tomb or the Demon King's Tomb,

the blind man found it very interesting.

However,

when he thought about it again,

what if this place became a trial site for genius cultivators in the future, and people would run in every now and then to find opportunities? That would be really annoying.

Therefore,

the blind man was also planning to design some mechanisms, no matter if you were a son of heaven or a son of luck, you would die if you came in.

Um,

should he design a self-destructing formation?

After the fight, collect some blood or fingernails from A'ming and A'cheng and integrate them into it, and then let San'er add some poison?

This amount of work was a bit too much, and he was afraid that there wouldn't be enough time.

The blind man was a little troubled,

and subconsciously reached out and gently tapped his forehead. In the end, he didn't think deeply enough, and everyone should have finalized the blueprints before coming or on the way.

Although out of the seven Demon Kings,

one was in combination, had been busy all the time, and couldn't come out;

one was accompanying his man, his eyes gentle;

one was making pottery, immersed in it;

even if only four Demon Kings really took action, the situation was still completely overwhelming.

A'ming and Liang Cheng each took a piece, not trying to take everything;

the giant Fan Li punched and kicked, giving these so-called strong individuals the purest physical greetings, which was extremely enjoyable.

Third Master kept appearing in positions that the village strong individuals could not imagine, and then stabbed them with a dagger.

Everyone was playing,

everyone had something to play,

the last fireworks were brilliant, and those who had the opportunity showed off and loosened their muscles.

In the end,

the Great Xia Emperor was the most miserable.

If he could choose, to a certain extent, the First Rank strong individual who had died earlier was actually lucky, although he died a little aggrieved, at least he got a quick death.

And the Great Xia Emperor initially wanted to run,

but was directly blocked by Fan Li, who grabbed him and slammed him hard on the ground, then threw him out.

Liang Cheng used a throne of white bones in coordination with the phantom of the Underworld Sea to suppress the Great Xia Emperor, who was trying to break through again with the power of luck.

A'ming took the opportunity to step forward, using the River of Death to bind his body and soul, and then wiped his neck clean with a handkerchief,

then,

fangs pierced in,

the blood of the emperor was indeed delicious.

To the extent that A'ming directly ignored Xue San, who was excitedly rubbing his hands, ready to take over the last blow, and continued to suck down in a trance.

"Damn you, it's the last bit, and you're still thinking of eating it all to yourself!"

Xue San's figure directly appeared in front of A'ming, the dagger in his hand disappeared, and a black phantom appeared in his palm;

"I'll make the final blow!"

After saying that,

this black shadow directly entered the Great Xia Emperor's forehead.

In an instant,

the Great Xia Emperor's body began to crack, and black flames emerged, burning his body and soul.

A'ming helplessly withdrew his fangs, stopping his joyous drinking.

He couldn't say anything to Xue San, because he knew that although everyone was having a good time, the speed had never stopped.

It was just this last Great Xia Emperor,

seemingly everyone had a hand in it,

but in reality, Fan Li's fierce pounding broke his flesh,

Liang Cheng suppressed his luck and soul with the Underworld Sea,

A'ming emptied his inside,

and Xue San gave the final blow.

Even when everyone was acting earlier, they didn't actually hide anything. A lion uses all its strength even when hunting a rabbit, and some people even used forbidden techniques that would damage their foundations.

There was no other reason,

one was to worry about the master's body. Even if he entered the First Rank with the support of national fortune, it definitely wouldn't last long.

If they played too hard, and the master's body couldn't support it in the end, and he dropped a rank before they finished killing, that would be really terrible.

The second was that everyone also understood that this was probably their last performance. Anyway, it was just this one time, so they should use the bottom-of-the-box methods as much as they could, because they would really expire.

Therefore,

this Great Xia Emperor was the most powerful existence that the Demon Kings and the master had encountered in the past nearly twenty years, and at the same time, he was also the most shameless existence.

As soon as he woke up,

he was directly suffocated by the Demon Kings in their peak period without any prelude.

In the end, not to mention the Demon Kings, probably even he himself felt unsatisfied.

After Fan Li opened his mouth and swallowed the Great Xia Emperor's remains, which had been burned to ashes, it was announced that everything had been settled.

It wasn't that they didn't want it to be exciting,

nor that they didn't want everyone to exchange moves back and forth,

nor that they didn't want to take action separately, fighting until the mountains collapsed and the water flowed backwards, going from probing to stalemate to exerting force to exploding to suppressing to breaking through and finally roaring to come up with a united and successful reversal.

If possible, the Demon Kings would definitely be willing to follow this rhythm, but they simply couldn't do it.

Finish the fight and clean up,

leave no one behind,

so clean that it was impossible to leave even a wisp of remnant soul for anyone, truly eating and wiping clean.

The blind man was still planning and building the cemetery there. Seeing that things were over there, he hurriedly beckoned:

"Come, come, come, see if there's anything that doesn't suit your taste. Change it while you still can. It's useless to complain after you're really lying inside."

A'ming saw that his tomb and Liang Cheng's tomb were next to each other,

and directly said:

"I have no objections."

A'ming's tomb had a small wine cellar, while Liang Cheng's tomb had a throne.

Fan Li shrank his body, lay inside, and the size was right. He sat up and found that the master and the blind man both had companion tombs, and immediately said:

"I want one too."

"Be good, don't think about delaying people. She's still a young girl with a good future. Save it."

Third Master ran over to mock Fan Li,

and then shouted:

"Blind man, open one for me too."

"You what!" Fan Li asked.

"I'm different from you. My family's woman probably won't remarry in this lifetime. It's hard to find a second person in this world who can satisfy her. When she's about the right age, she can come back and lie with me."

Saying that,

Xue San took out a porcelain bottle,

and smiled:

"Do you want to apply some?"

"What?" Fan Li asked.

"Undecaying for thousands of years." Saying that, Third Master looked down at his body, "Even if my body rots, melts, and dissipates in the future, I still have to lie here, saluting the rising sun every morning."

"Our bodies will be picked up by people and used as artifact materials after thousands of years. How could they rot?" Fan Li said.

Xue San shook his head,

looked at the master over there,

and said:

"Who knows to what extent the master's realm will fall before he leaves. We won't be who we are now. If we die, it's very likely that we'll leave as mortals.

You're still thinking about your body not decaying? Dream on."

"Then, is there any more?"

"Not much to bring, barely enough to apply to our dicks.

You make yourself bigger again to block for me, we have to be quick, lest they rob us."

"Zombies and vampires aren't afraid of rotting, the Demon Seed doesn't have a physical body, and the master, Si Niang, and the blind man probably prefer to return to dust, no one will rob us."

"Well, you make sense when you say that."

On the other side,

Liang Cheng walked over and moved the Great Xia Emperor's Nine Dragon Coffin over and threw it into A'ming's tomb.

From beginning to end,

the Demon Kings did not immediately return to the master's side.

Everyone was deliberately ignoring it;

hoping that the ending could come later.

But when the aura on everyone's body began to fall,

everyone could accept it,

reluctant as they were,

but it was also in the realm of reason.

Perhaps it was precisely because they knew it would end that the previous gatherings and scenes seemed even more precious.

The Demon Kings put down what they were doing and began to walk towards the master's side.

Zheng Fan sat on the ground,

Si Niang supported his back.

Silver needle acupuncture, the old Prince Zhenbei used this secret method to forcibly restore his peak state, fought a battle, and then died on the couch in the royal palace;

he, Zheng Fan, had only fought a battle;

but this battle, whether in terms of momentum or consumption, was extremely huge.

To hold on until now,

was already extremely difficult,

how much pain and torture the master was enduring,

everyone present actually knew in their hearts.

But,

when this moment came,

everyone was still surprised,

because the master's hair,

was turning white and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin was also quickly wrinkling and losing moisture.

This was the result of the body's potential being completely squeezed out,

this was a sign that life was moving towards irreversible withering.

Back then, after hearing the news of the old Prince Zhenbei's death, Zheng Fan, who was able to know the secrets because of his status, clearly knew how the old Prince Zhenbei had died, and for this reason, he had specially found Si Niang and Xue San to talk about it.

Si Niang's answer was that she could definitely do better with the same thing.

And Xue San's answer was that once this was done, there would be no medicine that could help;

In order to make the master understand better, Xue San also gave an example at the time, saying that it was like Paraquat, drinking it to commit suicide. If he was rescued, he might seem to be able to get out of bed and walk and be no different from a normal person, but before long, he would have to face an irreversible ending.

Whether it was A'ming's Embrace or Liang Cheng's turning into a zombie with corpse poison, they were all changes in the state of life, not...creating life.

Everyone sat down silently.

No one spoke,

what needed to be said had been said before, and now, everyone was just quietly waiting for that moment to arrive.

Whether the master's death would involve their death together or not, for the Demon Kings, it was a "death."

The blind man sighed,

and said:

"Do you have a way?"

"Who?" Xue San looked at the blind man in confusion.

The blind man reached out and pointed behind the master.

And at this time,

Zheng Fan, who was already hanging his head,

waiting for his final end,

suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"Believe and it is, disbelieve and it isn't."

Zheng Fan smiled in his heart,

it was pretty good,

he could still have an auditory hallucination before he left.

And this voice,

the Demon Kings present could not hear, but could feel that there seemed to be another consciousness existing between them, or rather, standing beside the master.

Si Niang even looked behind her in a daze;

"Do you have a way?"

The blind man asked again.

When he had advanced to the First Rank earlier and was controlling the formation,

the blind man had looked back,

and his eyes,

had stayed behind the master for a moment.

Some things, he couldn't see before the First Rank, but after the First Rank, he "saw" them.

Back then, Xue San's family's mother-in-law, that old woman who had come to look for Hu Baimei, had tried to read Tian Tian's fate, and almost suffered a backlash and died on the spot;

The Sword Saint had hugged Tian Tian and received guidance from Tian Wu Jing, and unlike the desperate battle before Xuehaiguan, he had truly comprehended the Second Rank for the first time;

According to Xie Yu'an, when Tian Tian led the Jinyi guards to line up to meet the enemy on the south bank of the Wei River, a great Chu shaman had tried to peek at Tian Tian's luck with witchcraft, but was frightened and went insane.

Everyone seemed to be used to it, and believed that Tian Wu Jing had left a wisp of his consciousness, which could also be called a wisp of his soul, on his son, to protect his son from being invaded by external evils.

For the son of the royal palace, ordinary assassinations had no chance at all, so there was only this kind of crooked way left.

But it wasn't until the blind man looked back earlier,

that he understood one thing;

Hu Baimei's mother-in-law had read Tian Tian's fate and the Sword Saint had officially entered the Second Rank while holding Tian Tian were both in the royal palace, and at that time, the master himself was also in the royal palace.

When Tian Tian led the army to line up to meet the enemy for the first time, the master on the other side of the river had been watching nervously.

For Tian Wu Jing, for the sake of Great Yan, he had destroyed his entire family, and after Du Juan's death, he had turned white overnight, but in the end, he had not raised an army to quell the chaos and entered the capital to kill Zhao Jiulang.

This was a ruthless person, and perhaps his greatest pain was that since he had already achieved ruthlessness, he could no longer have feelings, even for his own son.

No matter how many emotions he had in his heart, he had to suppress them all. He couldn't do anything, otherwise it would be a betrayal and subversion of everything before. He and everyone who died because of him would become a joke.

But there was only one person for whom he could do this.

That person was Zheng Fan.

The blind man believed that the brotherhood between Tian Wu Jing and the master was real. Both were considered "lonely" people, but they had formed a kind of mutual support at the right time.

In spirit, you and I are both lonely.

And it was precisely because the master was useful to Great Yan, to the future of Great Yan, to the unification of Great Yan under the heavens;

that under the cover of this righteousness, Tian Wu Jing could truly treat Zheng Fan as a younger brother. Only in this way could he feel at ease.

Therefore,

Tian Wu Jing didn't leave anything on his own son, Tian Tian, at all,

but,

he left it on the master!

That's why that winter, on the ice of Wangjiang, the brother took you down the mountain.

And the reason why everyone had this illusion before was because Tian Tian was by Zheng Fan's side at the time, even right under Zheng Fan's nose.

Zheng Fan saw it,

so he saw it too.

That's why the blind man was asking now,

asking him,

do you have a way.

In this world, if anyone might still have a way, it wasn't the Demon Kings when they were at the First Rank, but... the former Jingnan Prince.

The power of the Demon Kings was a power that did not belong to this world. The rules of this world were very strict in limiting the Demon Kings;

But Tian Wu Jing,

was an existence that even the Demon Kings recognized, and was even once frightened by.

He,

understood the rules of this world even better.

At this moment, Zheng Fan,

his eyes had already begun to blur,

Before leaving, he fell into his wife's arms, the tomb was already dug, and it was pretty good to hear Lao Tian's hallucination again, he was leaving very peacefully.

But the next hallucination,

broke Zheng Fan's fantasy in his dying moments,

he said:

"Since you have already achieved disbelief, why... not try believe and it is?"

At this moment,

in the distant northwest,

Wei Zhonghe led a group of red-robed eunuchs to cut off the head of the old Pixiu.

For a time,

it began to rain lightly in Yanjing City, but it was raining heavily in the Imperial Palace.

The Emperor of Great Yan was holding a corn cake, sitting on the threshold of the Imperial Study, letting the rain wet his face, and continuing to gnaw on the already soaked cake.

And in the depths of the Great Swamp,

a white-haired figure,

stood behind another white-haired person,

pointing to the northwest,

leading a giant Pixiu, which had been immersed in the Imperial Palace for hundreds of years, experiencing spring and autumn, and had long been integrated with the national fortune and incense.

If it weren't for the Emperor's decree, let alone one Wei Zhonghe, even five Wei Zhonghes together would not be able to do anything to it.

But now,

it was dead;

after death,

it was also detained,

following the direction that the national fortune and the Emperor and Crown Prince had come from before, instinctively coming here.

Because the four-sided formation,

due to the blind man's preparations in advance because he was going to set up the tomb after death, this formation, was still running.

And at this time,

the Demon Kings only saw a black Pixiu figure appearing above, falling towards where their master was.

Perhaps it was a moment of sentimentality,

Zheng Fan, who had been on the verge of death and only needed help closing his eyes, suddenly said:

"This is too embarrassing."

And the one behind him,

responded:

"You open up territory for Great Yan, Great Yan will extend your life for you!"