Chapter 434 – Land of Illusion, Nine Days of Awakening
Chapter 434 – Land of Illusion, Nine Days Awake
“The posthumous name is finalized, Wen Zhao, King Wen Zhao of Qin, beautiful posthumous name!”
Taiping Palace, Yuan Chengfeng quietly walked into the Ice and Fire Pool Cave and looked towards his senior sister who had been silent for the past few days.
Ji Jiwei’s body has recovered a lot, just half of her hair has grayed overnight, her face no longer has a half expression, she doesn’t eat or speak.
The senior siblings around him were heartbroken, but they could only often accompany them in case of accidents.
If you say the world’s most sad person, no one is more than secretly recuperating Ji Jiwei.
The pain of losing a husband at an early age and a son at a middle age is something no one can understand.
“Senior sister! Cry it out, it will feel better.” Yuan Xifeng sighed.
“I’ve only been with him for two months, I’m not a good mother!”
Ji Jiwei really cried, crying her heart out, she had always been a person who loved and hated and had a lonely and spirited personality, she couldn’t stand it any longer at this moment.
Then the body like a phoenix luan, a palm strike flew Yuan Xifeng, angry curses: “You a wolf hearted thing, without my son, how can you scum enter the Earth Immortal, Dugu Hongye, Qingtong those sins persecute my son, why do not you help, you this bastard thing, roll!
The people who used to persecute my son in this world, there is one who counts, no one wants to live!”
……
“The twelve buckets of martial arts in the world, Jiang Yuqing alone ten buckets ah!”
“And the other two?”
“We owe him!”
This was the comment of martial artists from all over Great Zhou.
……
King Jiang Yuqing posthumous name Wenzhao, for Qin Wenzhao King, with the rites of the son of heaven thick burial, into the Jiang family temple, the first column from the east!
This news slightly pacified the West Qin civil and military, the people and millions of troops, followed by a funeral ceremony, the whole by Jiang Hu, Jiang Yong, Jiang Yukui presided over, Princess Shengping one by one to ask about everything!
Only, the Western Qin land, has no more Volsung Mountain gang and the King of Qin seat five maids of honor figure.
……
Trapped Jun Mountain.
Soaring and undulating, stretching for thousands of miles.
That jade gate into Mount Momentum was gone.
At the foot of the mountain, a hearth was erected.
Murong Huo, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxiao, Han Jiulang, Cui Ying’er, Han Qiniang, and Sai Qingzhu, Win Jianying, Bear’s Paw, Sweet Potato, and Yam knelt in it.
A group of people had already cried themselves out countless times.
Just as Xin Zhuo had feared, their hearts were empty and their spirits had run out of support.
When Xin Zhuo was around, they felt that life was full of beauty, the future was full of hope, and life was flavorful.
Xin Zhuo is no longer, suddenly found that everything is tasteless, everything is like a mirror, the Jiang family is not a place to return to, West Qin does not seem to be the residence.
The original can really because of a person’s departure, the whole life is empty.
All that is left of them are memories.
The heart is in severe pain, the pain is beyond measure.
Not even hatred could pile up.
To whom should I take revenge? To the heavens?
Even to the point that they never even saw the last of their bodies.
After a long time, Cui Ying’er looked to the front of that thin figure, she has been standing quietly at the disappearance of the Jade Gate for some days, never moved, the tear tracks on her face have never dried up, that is, the dignity of the Earth Immortal, but also has a faltering image.
She suddenly realized, the big master of the life of the most thinking of the girl is her, and she is also the most thinking of the big master of the people!
She wiped the corners of her eyes, sighed softly, got up and walked over: “Miss Su ……”
The words that came to her mouth didn’t know how to say it.
“He must not be dead, he must be playing a big joke on everyone! He’s a person who monkeys around, you don’t understand.” Su Miao Jin laughed lightly, but her eyes were full of sorrow and numbness.
Cui Ying’er felt as if it was redundant to say anything, so she could only stand with her.
And the highest part of the hill in front, came a whimpering sound, the little yellow figure, kneeling on the ground, face reveals a thick humanized grief, is the little yellow, it has been kneeling for a few days, the same slight silk has not moved, and forbid anyone to touch it, it wants to kneel all the time, waiting for the master, which is also unwilling to leave!
A mountain pass in the distance, stood a beautiful figure, a green dress swinging with the wind, she has also stood for three days, face tear marks dry and wet, wet and dry.
Folding Feiyan!
“I no longer hate you, come back.”
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“Old ghost, do you think Jiang Yuqing is dead or not?”
Further away Li Guangling, Huang Tai Gai and Jiang Yong stood with their hands plain, burning paper money, martial arts mysteries, and Earth Immortal Techniques and Secret Arts on the side.
The one who spoke was Huang Tai Gai, his face hesitant, he couldn’t quite accept that the heaven defying brat had suddenly collapsed.
Li Guangling’s face showed a trace of hesitation, frankly speaking, he was also confused, he just thought that this Jiang Yuqing had good talent, and happened to have heard about Teng Taixuan, the two of them had suffered similarly, and gave him an idea.
How exactly was it inside, what exactly would happen, how could he know? Looking at Huang Tai Gai and Jiang Yong’s expectant faces, hesitantly: “Maybe …… didn’t die?”
“Odds?”
“One weight? Two weights?”
There was a wind blowing through blowing the gloomy old faces of Huang Tai Gai and Jiang Yong.
After a long time, Huang Tai Gai waved his sleeve: “King of Qin, Jiang Yuqing is finally princely! Alas!”
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Muddled, dizzy, like there are countless images in front of the eyes flashed, but also like nothing to see, the body is sore and numb, and ultimately turned into cold like water.
I do not know how long, Xin Zhuo snapped open his eyes, did not die?
It is full of snow, heaven and earth thick makeup, this is a …… place similar to the academy, next to a monument of precepts.
On the opposite side, a fat man who is vaguely familiar, holding a big knife against himself.
There are still many people around.
He looked around in surprise, and his mind couldn’t help but reveal a big question mark.
On the opposite side were Qin Yuliu, Jiang Fu Zi, Xu Fu Zi, Pu Jing, Pu Ming, and the others, hadn’t they already been imprisoned and wasted?
Next door was a group of …… Bai Xuanqi, Helian Sheng, Feng Sanbao, and so on B Kui She student members, they?
Kneeling by the opposite wall were Cui Ying’er, Murong Huo, and others.
“Autumn Palace Pavilion?”
He finally thought of where this was and couldn’t help but let his brain roar.
How did it come back to this hellish place?
He pinched himself hard, well, it hurt, and grabbed a handful of snow, it was icy!
Real!
“Good! Only you will be chopped up!”
The man in front spoke.
He finally remembered this pear-looking, long-forgotten little man who had long been forgotten to the back of his mind, Li Fu Zi, who had raised his sword in front of him!
Autumn Palace Pavilion, the abuse of that day ……
Why am I back here again?
He thought carefully, thought back carefully, still couldn’t figure it out, he tried to run the heart method, couldn’t run it at all, his body was weak and incomparable, it seemed to be the same seventh grade realm.
It seemed as if a voice in the underworld was ringing in his head, or maybe it was simply his own voice –
Which is the first eldest grandson of the Jiang family, which is the King of Qin, which is the high merit and unparalleled, all of this is just the unwilling fantasies of a small mountain thief and a small person before he dies!
Unexplainable humility and fear filled the heart!
“Die!”
Li Fu Zi’s door-slab-like great sword, wrapped in the true qi that reversed the five elements of fire, slashed heavily at his head.
Close!
Death seemed to be only a moment away!
A strong wave of unwillingness and anger arose in his heart: “Idiot, lowly thing, die for me!”
Leaping up, he stretched out two fingers and caught the large knife alive, with a slight force, it broke into two, the broken blade flew and went straight to Pear Fu Zi’s neck, cutting off his head in a flash.
“Puh!” Blood splattered red on the snow, the human head rolled out far away.
Xin Zhuo ignored it, and forced his way step by step towards Qin Yuliu and the others: “I, Xin Zhuo, the sky cannot be killed, the earth cannot be destroyed, and if I am to die, it will be my own death, and it will not be you pigs and dogs and otherworldly bitches who can kill you?”
Waving his hand and slapping away, his palm came out like a dragon, killing seven people with a single slap, their bodies scattered all over the place.
Another foot picks the broken knife, gently a little, straight to the crowd of Ji Invitation Moon, ignoring her surprise, raw cut off her head!
A little bit of foot, already in mid-air, coldly forced to look at that attic: “East, extinguish the spirit, lowly thing, give me death!”
Reaching out and pointing away, the Blood Transforming Divine Blade wrapped the sky in blood red, splitting the attic with one slash, and then chopping off the heads of Dongfang and Mining Spirit with another slash.
Blood splattered everywhere, coloring the sky red!
Xin Zhuo sighed in relief and closed his eyes for a while before opening them and looking around: “Disperse!”
“Buzz–“
The snowflakes in the sky, the Precept Monument, the students, the Autumn Palace Pavilion, and so on all melted with ice and disappeared into thin air.
“Huh?”
Just heard someone not far away exclaimed, “Another one woke up!”
“How many years to wake up?”
“Only nine days!”
“No …… wrong!”
(End of chapter)