Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

And he, obviously, can't live.

Li Jiancheng spoke hard, word by word, "second brother... After I die... Please be kind to my family!"

King Qin's limbs were nailed to the ground by a black magic sword. He couldn't move.

But he also saw what had just happened.

He also knew that if it hadn't been for the fight between the big brother's soul and the fierce beast's soul just now, he would have been pierced by the sharp sword.

Big brother is unkind, and he is also unjust!

Li Shimin, the king of Qin, looked at his gray brother with tears in his eyes and nodded heavily, "I will."

"I believe you." Li Jiancheng opened his mouth difficultly.

Hearing this, the king of Qin felt heartache.

They are not other half brothers, but close brothers of one mother's compatriots.

But for that position, hands and feet hurt each other.

Li Shimin opened his mouth with a little sob. "Brother, if I say... After that arrow was shot, I will regret it. Do you believe it?"

Li Jiancheng held the sword and stared at the king of Qin. After a long time, he nodded slowly, "I believe it!"

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

"Second brother, if there is an afterlife, we'd better not be brothers."

After saying this, Li Jiancheng's eyes suddenly became fierce. He clenched the sword, raised the sword in his backhand and stabbed it into the center of his eyebrows.

With the greatest and last strength of his life!

The sword light of that sword, with the falling dragon Qi, turned into a sharp white light, and suddenly beat the soul of the fierce beast out of his sea of knowledge.

Li Jiancheng's body fell straight towards the white jade ground without any sound.

At the moment he fell to the ground, the thick border suddenly disappeared.

Xia Qingluo and Yunqing let their bodies flash and came to them.

Xia Qingluo stood in front of the king of Qin, waved her hand, stared at the king of Qin's four black magic swords, flew straight out of his body and turned into pieces in the air.

A aura was played out, and the body of the king of Qin eroded by the magic Qi was slowly dispelled by this white aura.

King Qin looked at his brother who fell to the ground and died. He struggled to get up, but a mouthful of blood gushed out. Then his head tilted and fainted.

At this time, Yunqing asked Li Jiancheng to squat in front of him and silently watched his reincarnation in the human world. He could be regarded as a nephew of close relatives.

Looking at his eyes wide open, he sighed, "with me, you won't hurt your family and innocent people..."

As soon as the voice fell, Li Jiancheng's eyes closed slowly, his face was peaceful, as if he had been relieved.

The poor and strange soul was raised by Xia Qingluo Su's hand and locked with a bundle of immortals. She couldn't get away.

Without the sea of knowledge to live in, the soul seems a little irritable.

Yunqing let a poor talisman hit him, and the poor and strange soul settled a lot.

So far, the Xuanwu Gate incident has come to an end!

The prince was still shot by Li Shimin, but at the last moment, he left a glimmer of life for his second brother.

King Qi and Yanxi also survived.

But more than 80% of those pure mortal soldiers died at this time.

The rest are also unconscious.

Maybe everything has its own destiny.

At the moment when the border was opened, Huiji, with his disciples and several eminent monks, asked for an audience outside the imperial city.

Xia Qingluo gets the news and brings them in.

There are too many grievances and just dead souls.

The underworld also opened the huangquan road.