Luo Yiheng's body stiffened suddenly, and he was directly frozen by this cold air. Because this cold air prevented him from dying on the spot, but this cold air made him clearly feel the passage of his life.

His eyes were full of incredulity, because this power was so great that he was powerless to resist, what kind of power was this? This power is at least the pinnacle of creation, but in the entire Chang'an City, where is the power of the pinnacle of creation?!

"Ah...... ...... Heng"

Luo Yiheng has been frozen, he has no ability to speak at all, and Jiang Sutong, who was frozen with him, does not either, so this voice is Jiang Sutong's divine consciousness that consumes the last of her life force, but her voice is so gentle now, so gentle that it seems to have returned to many years ago, it was the skinny little girl he saw under the porch:

"Remember...... What did you say to me at that time in Zhu Sendai......"

Of course, Luo Yiheng remembered what he said at that time, but he couldn't answer, because he didn't have the means of formation cultivation, and he couldn't convert his life force into divine consciousness at this time. However, he would rather not speak like this, rather than watch Jiang Sutong's life pass several times faster than his!

At that time, Mo Zhiyu came down from the sky to save Yun Shi...... You said to me, 'Would I be moved if you risked your life to save me?' ’

…… In my heart...... Actually, I was very impressed...... Like tonight...... It's just unfortunate that this ending was right for me......

…… But that's fine...... At least...... We will not be separated again...... We're ...... It's finally free......"

The frost finally buried the two of them completely at this moment, and in this monstrous firelight, this ice sculpture stood out so eye-catching.

When the thunder punishment that shocked the world fell, he asked: "If you change positions, if it is you on this stage, I think it is possible for me to make this choice, moved?" ”

She just said indifferently: "If there really is this day, it will be you and me, and it will also be the day of the Sword Heng Sect, and there will be no return." ”

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Just above the corner tower of the imperial city in the distance, Zi Ming and a group of people silently watched the ice sculpture in the prison that day. Soon, there were countless more ice sculptures in the prison.

Everything is in his grasp.

He had long known what the Sword Heng Sect was preparing for during this period of time, and he had long guessed that the people of the Sword Heng Sect wanted to rescue Jiang Sutong, so he arranged for the army to be sent abroad, but it was just a cover for these people to make these people think that the time had come.

But now when he saw that it was Luo Yiheng who personally went out to save Jiang Sutong, he was also surprised, and at the same time mocked the feelings of these two people who had never been known to outsiders.

"It's called, 'What is the world?' Ziming smiled slightly.

Next to him, standing was a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe with embroidered dragon patterns on his clothes, who was the emperor of the current Donghua Shangguo - Chen Ye. Chen Ye looked at the firelight below, sighed slightly, and said, "It's just that in this world, there is no Sword Heng Sect anymore." ”

"What, Your Majesty thinks it's a pity?" Ziming looked at Chen Ye with a slight smile.

Chen Ye immediately shook his head, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he bowed slightly to Ziming: "I will ask the master in the future." ”

Although being saluted by the emperor is not an uncommon thing for those in the Xianhua League, according to etiquette, Ziming should return the salute, but tonight Ziming accepted the emperor's salute because he felt that he deserved it. This emperor of Donghua Shangguo was originally a puppet, and now Jian Hengzong will be completely eradicated by him soon, he can completely dominate the entire Xianhua League, and when the time comes, he will be named the only national teacher, he is the real master of Donghua Shangguo, so of course he can stand this gift!

But suddenly, Ziming's eyes flashed, because he caught Chen Ye's movements, and Chen Ye actually wanted to attack him with his palm, which was a joke!

Even if Ziming is just a formation cultivator, but in front of such an emperor, he can completely avoid this palm.

But just as he was about to dodge, suddenly, a sword as cold as frost pierced his chest from behind him, and instantly froze the wound at his wound, and he didn't dodge Chen Ye's palm, this palm, directly shattered his internal organs!

Ziming's eyes widened, and there was only incredulity in his eyes.

The first one was the sword stuck in his chest, how could he not recognize it? This is the heirloom of Lei Yin Pavilion-Frost Sword, and the owner of this sword is the young master of Lei Yin Pavilion's secular sect - Mo Ziyan. And after the death of the previous master of the secular gate, he was the head of the secular gate, and he thought that he had firmly controlled Mo Ziyan in his hands, and even took Mo Ziyan as a guard, so that Mo Ziyan would be by his side tonight, and he was just pierced through the chest by this sword!

The second incredible is Chen Ye's skill! At best, Chen Ye is only a late stage of the Phantom Yuan Realm, and he is not an individual cultivator, but a Fu cultivator, Chen Ye's ability he thinks he knows everything about it, but now, Chen Ye actually shattered his internal organs with one palm, this kind of skill is enough to compare to the middle stage of Hongmeng!

And the third one is incredible, the group of people who followed him didn't react at all, just quietly watched him die like this!

With a "bang", the frost sword was withdrawn from Ziming's chest, he turned around in shock, looked at the person behind him, and saw only Mo Ziyan's face like frost, a face as always. Then, he was casually pushed off the corner tower by Chen Ye and became one of the many corpses below.

Then Chen Ye ripped off the outer robe on his body, and inside it turned out to be a pure black robe with red edges. Then Chen Ye vibrated his right arm in the air, he was wearing a black bronze ring on his finger, and a bronze mask with gold trim appeared on his hand, he looked at the fire below, and slowly put on his mask.

The moment he put on the mask, his robe stirred in the night wind, with a kind of death majesty. He is no longer just the little emperor in the deep palace, but the master of it all!

On the top of the corner tower, everyone knelt down and shouted: "My emperor is lucky, and the saint is glorious!" ”

"My emperor is lucky, and the saint is glorious!"

This voice quickly spread from this corner of the palace to the entire palace, and from the palace to the entire Chang'an City.

After this night, the Sword Heng Sect was shattered, the Lei Yin Pavilion was completely punished, and the secular sect took refuge in the Hongtian Sect. The emperor announced to the world in Chang'an, corrected the name of the Hongtian Sect, and abolished the original Xianhua League as the emperor's honorific title "Donghua Shangjun", changed to "changed to the Hongtian Pope", set the Hongtian Sect as the state religion, and listed several Xianhua League crimes, the existing vassal states have responded, and even the Nanlu Holy See also paid tribute to the Pope's prestige.

(End of chapter)