Chapter 1802
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Although it is said that the stronger the blood, the more difficult it is to leave children, but the central government has been in the state for more than 30000 years, so the number of emperors under the old monarch is not large.
However, taixuan is a place of great changes. Even the emperor of the upper kingdom will die young, not to mention the exhaustion of Shouyuan. According to the rules of the upper Kingdom, once the Royal offspring in the first place falls, the latter emperor will automatically move forward and back and forth.
Therefore, in these tens of thousands of years, the princes of the central shangguo took turns one after another, and the eighth Prince of this generation was named Yin Qing.
For Yin Qing, the people of Tang capital of central shangguo are not unfamiliar, because he is a famous cultivation genius of Tang capital. After tonight, all shangguo creatures will remember this young prince more firmly.
With the torrential rain pouring down, all the people outside the huge Shangxiao city seemed to have been performed the power of forbidden speech, and it was difficult to speak a word. Then their breathing suddenly became very short.
Because the most dazzling wisps of blood began to flow out from behind the door along the rain flow in the city. At the same time, the smell of blood from the void began to be more pungent and disgusting.
The blood wave gushed out and the air of killing was rolling up and down. Behind the half open gate of Shangxiao City, it seemed to be a real Shura hell. Before the hell, the eighth Prince of the central shangguo stood still with his sword.
"Xiao Ba, it's me, it's my aunt."
After the initial call could not be answered, the old woman's old face showed a little anxious color. Then she stepped forward faster on crutches. A little uneasiness flashed in her eyes staring at the figure in front of her, and continued to say:
"come on, cure the friar, cure the friar?"
Before the words fell, the motionless Yin Qing finally had some reaction. He slowly raised his low eyes, looked at the eager old woman, and said in a soft voice:
"it turns out that there is an aunt outside the city, so it's no wonder these bastards have to spend a lot of money to set up a purple sky thunder formation to isolate the city wall."
Yin Qing's voice was not loud, even a little fuzzy, because his whole neck had been completely penetrated by a sword, and the sharp blade cut off the former's breath, even accompanied by sharp pain all the time.
But there were too many wounds on Yin Qing's body, so much pain that he was completely numb. After the words fell, maybe he felt that something was in the way. Yin Qing lifted the sword beside his right hand and held the handle of the sword in front of his neck.
Next breath, Yin Qinggang wanted to pull out a sword, and he heard a voice in front of him:
"don't pull out your sword, your highness, or you will bleed to death."
After the girl behind the old woman said that, she waved to the rear, in order to let the healing monks in the rear rush forward, but Yin Qing in front of her suddenly laughed and responded:
"don't worry, because the blood in the prince's body has already run out."
As soon as the words came out, before several people in front of him responded, Yin Qing pulled out the sword from his body. As he said, after the sword was pulled out, there was not a drop of blood flowing from the terrible wound.
Then maybe the breath became smooth, which made the eighth Prince's face better than a little bit. After a slow deep breath, the golden eyes looked at the old woman and raised a little volume, and the voice came out again:
"Yan Qing met my aunt, I'm sorry I can't salute, because I'm dying."
As soon as the word "death" came out, it seemed that there was a sudden thunder on the ground outside the wall of the silent Shangxiao city. This thunder was not from the sky, but directly exploded in the sea of knowledge of all monks.
"Boom!"
The old woman's rickety body trembled even more. She subconsciously stopped at the same place and said, "no, Xiao ba. Our country has the best treasure of heaven and earth. It's bound to be flesh and bone."
"It's no use, aunt. I know my body very well."
There was not too much reluctance in Yin Qing's response, and then he continued to raise his hand and drew out the sword in his body one after another.
Each sword through his body was pulled out, and the momentum of Yan Qing's whole body was stronger.
In the end, the vast momentum surged into the sky like a dragon, which turned into a visible void ripple to oppress the four sides. In this momentum, not only the domineering power of the emperor, but also the ultimate glory of the winner.
"Poop, poop, poop."
The sound of the vast momentum tearing the air continued to ring, and Yin Qing stood under the wall.
He was worn by a sharp sword and was dying, but he showed everyone that he had held the Shangxiao city behind him.
At the same time, he also held the final glory of the Yin family!
"Aunt, Yin Qing did not disgrace the royal family, and the Shangxiao city behind me did not lose it."
Then Yin Qing threw his sword in front of him, took a deep breath, raised his other hand, opened his mouth and continued to roar:"I'll hold the Shangxiao city!"
Roar bursts, pierce the sky, and then the things in Yin Qing's hands completely appeared before everyone, making everyone subconsciously utter a exclamation:
"head, there are so many heads!"
In Yan Qing's hands, a series of heads were caught in his hands, and their heads were cut off, and even a lot of dirty blood flowed down the incision, among which there were some dignified and influential figures in Shangxiao city.
"The Xie family of Shangxiao has been in Shangxiao city for ten thousand years. One of the top ten forces in the city took part in the rebellion. This is the head of his family, who was killed."
After the word by word voice came out of Yin Qing's mouth, he lifted a head in his hand and threw it forward. The head drew an arc, hit the ground and rolled out of Chengcheng gate.
"Huxiao sect in Shangxiao City, one of the top ten forces in the city, participated in the rebellion and was killed by the Lord.
"Shangxiao city's Manau clan is also one of the top ten forces. They took part in the rebellion and were ambushed by the clan leader."
Yin Qing's voice fell, and many heads were thrown out, rolling on the ground and rolling out. At the same time, all those who heard about it were constantly hit hard in their hearts.
Because these people used to be Shangxiao city and even the whole central shangguo, and they could cover up the existence of heaven with one hand.
Then a deep chill began to rush to the top of the head from everyone's tail vertebrae. So many top forces were involved in the rebellion, it can be seen how dangerous Shangxiao city is tonight.
Next breath, countless eyes focused on the eighth Prince Yin Qing, his straight body swayed and was about to fall, but he finally raised his head at the last moment, burst into the void and roared out:
"this is the Lord of Shangxiao city. He was confused by the holy court and wanted to betray his country, causing civil strife in Shangxiao. Even if he killed him ten million times, it was not enough to vent his anger.
"His head is here. My aunt will nail him on the stigma pillar of history and be scolded by all generations!"
At the end of the roar, Yin Qing smashed the head of the leader of Shangxiao city on the ground, and the whole person snorted and fell back.
With a puff, Yin Qing hit the ground, his eyes staring at the dark night sky.
The heavy rain fell on his face one by one, as if he was washing away the blood stains on his face. Then the look in Yan Qing's eyes changed for a while, and he quietly sang a little song heard in Shenjing City:
"up, one man is in charge of the pass, ten thousand people are not allowed to open, kill him
At the end of the song, Yin Qing closed his eyes.
He sleeps under Shangxiao city and never stands up again.
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Although it is said that the stronger the blood, the more difficult it is to leave children, but the central government has been in the state for more than 30000 years, so the number of emperors under the old monarch is not large.
However, taixuan is a place of great changes. Even the emperor of the upper kingdom will die young, not to mention the exhaustion of Shouyuan. According to the rules of the upper Kingdom, once the Royal offspring in the first place falls, the latter emperor will automatically move forward and back and forth.
Therefore, in these tens of thousands of years, the princes of the central shangguo took turns one after another, and the eighth Prince of this generation was named Yin Qing.
For Yin Qing, the people of Tang capital of central shangguo are not unfamiliar, because he is a famous cultivation genius of Tang capital. After tonight, all shangguo creatures will remember this young prince more firmly.
With the torrential rain pouring down, all the people outside the huge Shangxiao city seemed to have been performed the power of forbidden speech, and it was difficult to speak a word. Then their breathing suddenly became very short.
Because the most dazzling wisps of blood began to flow out from behind the door along the rain flow in the city. At the same time, the smell of blood from the void began to be more pungent and disgusting.
The blood wave gushed out and the air of killing was rolling up and down. Behind the half open gate of Shangxiao City, it seemed to be a real Shura hell. Before the hell, the eighth Prince of the central shangguo stood still with his sword.
"Xiao Ba, it's me, it's my aunt."
After the initial call could not be answered, the old woman's old face showed a little anxious color. Then she stepped forward faster on crutches. A little uneasiness flashed in her eyes staring at the figure in front of her, and continued to say:
"come on, cure the friar, cure the friar?"
Before the words fell, the motionless Yin Qing finally had some reaction. He slowly raised his low eyes, looked at the eager old woman, and said in a soft voice:
"it turns out that there is an aunt outside the city, so it's no wonder these bastards have to spend a lot of money to set up a purple sky thunder formation to isolate the city wall."
Yin Qing's voice was not loud, even a little fuzzy, because his whole neck had been completely penetrated by a sword, and the sharp blade cut off the former's breath, even accompanied by sharp pain all the time.
But there were too many wounds on Yin Qing's body, so much pain that he was completely numb. After the words fell, maybe he felt that something was in the way. Yin Qing lifted the sword beside his right hand and held the handle of the sword in front of his neck.
Next breath, Yin Qinggang wanted to pull out a sword, and he heard a voice in front of him:
"don't pull out your sword, your highness, or you will bleed to death."
After the girl behind the old woman said that, she waved to the rear, in order to let the healing monks in the rear rush forward, but Yin Qing in front of her suddenly laughed and responded:
"don't worry, because the blood in the prince's body has already run out."
As soon as the words came out, before several people in front of him responded, Yin Qing pulled out the sword from his body. As he said, after the sword was pulled out, there was not a drop of blood flowing from the terrible wound.
Then maybe the breath became smooth, which made the eighth Prince's face better than a little bit. After a slow deep breath, the golden eyes looked at the old woman and raised a little volume, and the voice came out again:
"Yan Qing met my aunt, I'm sorry I can't salute, because I'm dying."
As soon as the word "death" came out, it seemed that there was a sudden thunder on the ground outside the wall of the silent Shangxiao city. This thunder was not from the sky, but directly exploded in the sea of knowledge of all monks.
"Boom!"
The old woman's rickety body trembled even more. She subconsciously stopped at the same place and said, "no, Xiao ba. Our country has the best treasure of heaven and earth. It's bound to be flesh and bone."
"It's no use, aunt. I know my body very well."
There was not too much reluctance in Yin Qing's response, and then he continued to raise his hand and drew out the sword in his body one after another.
Each sword through his body was pulled out, and the momentum of Yan Qing's whole body was stronger.
In the end, the vast momentum surged into the sky like a dragon, which turned into a visible void ripple to oppress the four sides. In this momentum, not only the domineering power of the emperor, but also the ultimate glory of the winner.
"Poop, poop, poop."
The sound of the vast momentum tearing the air continued to ring, and Yin Qing stood under the wall.
He was worn by a sharp sword and was dying, but he showed everyone that he had held the Shangxiao city behind him.
At the same time, he also held the final glory of the Yin family!
"Aunt, Yin Qing did not disgrace the royal family, and the Shangxiao city behind me did not lose it."
Then Yin Qing threw his sword in front of him, took a deep breath, raised his other hand, opened his mouth and continued to roar:"I'll hold the Shangxiao city!"
Roar bursts, pierce the sky, and then the things in Yin Qing's hands completely appeared before everyone, making everyone subconsciously utter a exclamation:
"head, there are so many heads!"
In Yan Qing's hands, a series of heads were caught in his hands, and their heads were cut off, and even a lot of dirty blood flowed down the incision, among which there were some dignified and influential figures in Shangxiao city.
"The Xie family of Shangxiao has been in Shangxiao city for ten thousand years. One of the top ten forces in the city took part in the rebellion. This is the head of his family, who was killed."
After the word by word voice came out of Yin Qing's mouth, he lifted a head in his hand and threw it forward. The head drew an arc, hit the ground and rolled out of Chengcheng gate.
"Huxiao sect in Shangxiao City, one of the top ten forces in the city, participated in the rebellion and was killed by the Lord.
"Shangxiao city's Manau clan is also one of the top ten forces. They took part in the rebellion and were ambushed by the clan leader."
Yin Qing's voice fell, and many heads were thrown out, rolling on the ground and rolling out. At the same time, all those who heard about it were constantly hit hard in their hearts.
Because these people used to be Shangxiao city and even the whole central shangguo, and they could cover up the existence of heaven with one hand.
Then a deep chill began to rush to the top of the head from everyone's tail vertebrae. So many top forces were involved in the rebellion, it can be seen how dangerous Shangxiao city is tonight.
Next breath, countless eyes focused on the eighth Prince Yin Qing, his straight body swayed and was about to fall, but he finally raised his head at the last moment, burst into the void and roared out:
"this is the Lord of Shangxiao city. He was confused by the holy court and wanted to betray his country, causing civil strife in Shangxiao. Even if he killed him ten million times, it was not enough to vent his anger.
"His head is here. My aunt will nail him on the stigma pillar of history and be scolded by all generations!"
At the end of the roar, Yin Qing smashed the head of the leader of Shangxiao city on the ground, and the whole person snorted and fell back.
With a puff, Yin Qing hit the ground, his eyes staring at the dark night sky.
The heavy rain fell on his face one by one, as if he was washing away the blood stains on his face. Then the look in Yan Qing's eyes changed for a while, and he quietly sang a little song heard in Shenjing City:
"up, one man is in charge of the pass, ten thousand people are not allowed to open, kill him
At the end of the song, Yin Qing closed his eyes.
He sleeps under Shangxiao city and never stands up again.
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Although it is said that the stronger the blood, the more difficult it is to leave children, but the central government has been in the state for more than 30000 years, so the number of emperors under the old monarch is not large. However, taixuan is a place of great changes. Even the emperor of the upper kingdom will die young, not to mention the exhaustion of Shouyuan. According to the rules of the upper Kingdom, once the Royal offspring in the first place falls, the latter emperor will automatically move forward and back and forth. Therefore, in these tens of thousands of years, the princes of the central shangguo took turns one after another, and the eighth Prince of this generation was named Yin Qing. For Yin Qing, the people of Tang capital of central shangguo are not unfamiliar, because he is a famous cultivation genius of Tang capital. After tonight, all shangguo creatures will remember this young prince more firmly. With the torrential rain pouring down, all the people outside the huge Shangxiao city seemed to have been performed the power of forbidden speech, and it was difficult to speak a word. Then their breathing suddenly became very short. Because the most dazzling wisps of blood began to flow out from behind the door along the rain flow in the city. At the same time, the smell of blood from the void began to be more pungent and disgusting. The blood wave gushed out and the air of killing was rolling up and down. Behind the half open gate of Shangxiao City, it seemed to be a real Shura hell. Before the hell, the eighth Prince of the central shangguo stood still with his sword. "Xiao Ba, it's me, it's my aunt." After the initial call could not be answered, the old woman's old face showed a little anxious color. Then she stepped forward faster on crutches. A little uneasiness flashed in her eyes staring at the figure in front of her, and continued to say: "come on, cure the friar, cure the friar?" Before the words fell, the motionless Yin Qing finally had some reaction. He slowly raised his low eyes, looked at the eager old woman, and said in a soft voice: "it turns out that there is an aunt outside the city, so it's no wonder these bastards have to spend a lot of money to set up a purple sky thunder formation to isolate the city wall." Yin Qing's voice was not loud, even a little fuzzy, because his whole neck had been completely penetrated by a sword, and the sharp blade cut off the former's breath, even accompanied by sharp pain all the time. But there were too many wounds on Yin Qing's body, so much pain that he was completely numb. After the words fell, maybe he felt that something was in the way. Yin Qing lifted the sword beside his right hand and held the handle of the sword in front of his neck. Next breath, Yin Qinggang wanted to pull out a sword, and he heard a voice in front of him: "don't pull out your sword, your highness, or you will bleed to death." After the girl behind the old woman said that, she waved to the rear, in order to let the healing monks in the rear rush forward, but Yin Qing in front of her suddenly laughed and responded: "don't worry, because the blood in the prince's body has already run out." As soon as the words came out, before several people in front of him responded, Yin Qing pulled out the sword from his body. As he said, after the sword was pulled out, there was not a drop of blood flowing from the terrible wound. Then maybe the breath became smooth, which made the eighth Prince's face better than a little bit. After a slow deep breath, the golden eyes looked at the old woman and raised a little volume, and the voice came out again: "Yan Qing met my aunt, I'm sorry I can't salute, because I'm dying." As soon as the word "death" came out, it seemed that there was a sudden thunder on the ground outside the wall of the silent Shangxiao city. This thunder was not from the sky, but directly exploded in the sea of knowledge of all monks. "Boom!" The old woman's rickety body trembled even more. She subconsciously stopped at the same place and said, "no, Xiao ba. Our country has the best treasure of heaven and earth. It's bound to be flesh and bone." "It's no use, aunt. I know my body very well." There was not too much reluctance in Yin Qing's response, and then he continued to raise his hand and drew out the sword in his body one after another. Each sword through his body was pulled out, and the momentum of Yan Qing's whole body was stronger. In the end, the vast momentum surged into the sky like a dragon, which turned into a visible void ripple to oppress the four sides. In this momentum, not only the domineering power of the emperor, but also the ultimate glory of the winner. "Poop, poop, poop." The sound of the vast momentum tearing the air continued to ring, and Yin Qing stood under the wall. He was worn by a sharp sword and was dying, but he showed everyone that he had held the Shangxiao city behind him. At the same time, he also held the final glory of the Yin family! "Aunt, Yin Qing did not disgrace the royal family, and the Shangxiao city behind me did not lose it." Then Yin Qing threw his sword in front of him, took a deep breath, raised his other hand, opened his mouth and continued to roar:"I'll hold the Shangxiao city!" Roar bursts, pierce the sky, and then the things in Yin Qing's hands completely appeared before everyone, making everyone subconsciously utter a exclamation: "head, there are so many heads!" In Yan Qing's hands, a series of heads were caught in his hands, and their heads were cut off, and even a lot of dirty blood flowed down the incision, among which there were some dignified and influential figures in Shangxiao city. "The Xie family of Shangxiao has been in Shangxiao city for ten thousand years. One of the top ten forces in the city took part in the rebellion. This is the head of his family, who was killed." After the word by word voice came out of Yin Qing's mouth, he lifted a head in his hand and threw it forward. The head drew an arc, hit the ground and rolled out of Chengcheng gate. "Huxiao sect in Shangxiao City, one of the top ten forces in the city, participated in the rebellion and was killed by the Lord. "Shangxiao city's Manau clan is also one of the top ten forces. They took part in the rebellion and were ambushed by the clan leader." Yin Qing's voice fell, and many heads were thrown out, rolling on the ground and rolling out. At the same time, all those who heard about it were constantly hit hard in their hearts. Because these people used to be Shangxiao city and even the whole central shangguo, and they could cover up the existence of heaven with one hand. Then a deep chill began to rush to the top of the head from everyone's tail vertebrae. So many top forces were involved in the rebellion, it can be seen how dangerous Shangxiao city is tonight. Next breath, countless eyes focused on the eighth Prince Yin Qing, his straight body swayed and was about to fall, but he finally raised his head at the last moment, burst into the void and roared out: "this is the Lord of Shangxiao city. He was confused by the holy court and wanted to betray his country, causing civil strife in Shangxiao. Even if he killed him ten million times, it was not enough to vent his anger. "His head is here. My aunt will nail him on the stigma pillar of history and be scolded by all generations!" At the end of the roar, Yin Qing smashed the head of the leader of Shangxiao city on the ground, and the whole person snorted and fell back. With a puff, Yin Qing hit the ground, his eyes staring at the dark night sky. The heavy rain fell on his face one by one, as if he was washing away the blood stains on his face. Then the look in Yan Qing's eyes changed for a while, and he quietly sang a little song heard in Shenjing City: "up, one man is in charge of the pass, ten thousand people are not allowed to open, kill him At the end of the song, Yin Qing closed his eyes. He sleeps under Shangxiao city and never stands up again. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
