Great Dao Ji

Surrounded by hundreds of eunuchs, King Feng struggled to stand up.

His muscles and bones had already been broken, and he only had the last glimmer of life left by relying on the powerful divine will of his divine veins.

When he stood up, his muscles and bones were flowing down like mud, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Your Majesty"

Yu Tian approached and wanted to support him, but he didn't dare to extend his hand.

He was afraid that if he extended his hand, King Feng would be shattered.

The faces of the other eunuchs around him were also full of worry and anxiety.

King Feng's hair was disheveled, and sticky blood flowed in his empty eye sockets.

He couldn't speak, and his throat had already rotted into a ball. At this time, he actually shook the air with his divine will and made a sound:

"Wang Quan Taoist, you are amazing!"

He had expected that Wang Quan Taoist would win, but he didn't expect that he would win so quickly.

He didn't expect that he couldn't even take a single move.

This move was certainly unexpected, but it also shows that the martial arts cultivation of Wang Quan Dao Ren had already reached a level that he could not understand.

It was not unfair for him to lose.

An Qisheng looked calm, neither happy nor sad, just watching quietly.

"For tens of thousands of years, the world has changed many dynasties. Every hundreds or thousands of years, there will always be chaos in the world and the people will not live in misery."

King Feng looked at An Qisheng with his dark eye sockets:

"I inherited the remaining power of two hundred years. I thought I would unify the countries and lay a foundation for the ages."

An Qisheng's expression did not change at all.

Unification has never been a simple matter.

There are still many countries on Xuanxing. Jiufujie is ten times larger than Xuanxing, but it is much worse than Xuanxing in all aspects. How easy is it to unify?

From ancient times to the present, it is not only King Feng and Dafeng who want to unify the world.

It is said that long ago, there were even celestial beings who wanted to unify the world, but in the end, they still had no choice but to give up.

Unifying the world requires more than just peerless military power, there are so many things needed.

Just relying on a divine weapon?

In fact, even without his own efforts, he still failed in the end, and dragged the entire Feng Kingdom into decades of war.

How many corpses were there?

Two hundred years of ambition, in the end, only the mountains and rivers were devastated.

"Now that I think about it, it's just a joke"

He raised his trembling hands and combed his last appearance.

At the end of his life, King Feng thought he would be crazy and hysterical, but unexpectedly, he was calm in his heart.

The past surged through his heart like a tide, but he himself was like a bystander, not touched at all.

He combed his messy hair back, and his blood-stained eye sockets looked up at the sky:

"After I die, I wonder how many people will be kings, and how many will say I am widowed!

I wonder who can take this great foundation?"

The voice was still floating, and the last breath of his body had dissipated.

The grand plan of his life, all his ambitions, all his high spirits, his great talents, his unwillingness and resentment, also dissipated with it.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Master!"

As the breath of King Feng dissipated, Yu Tian and other eunuchs were shocked, and then they knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Thousands of eunuchs cried bitterly, all of them with tears.

The crying seemed to be contagious, and it spread in an instant, and the huge royal city was covered by crying for a while.

"How can the king go alone?"

Amidst the cries, Yu Tian raised his long hair and slashed his hand across his neck like a knife:

"I am here to accompany you!"

Puff~

He was already dead in the spray of blood.

"Eunuch!"

The wailing of the eunuchs around him paused.

In a flash, dozens or even hundreds of eunuchs kowtowed heavily, hitting the ground with their heads, and blood splashed in the royal city.

The bloody smell was strong for a while.

"Poor, sad."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Eunuchs have always been sick, but they are also loyal people. Cao Tiangang is like this, Yu Tian is like this, and all the eunuchs who committed suicide are like this.

But they forgot that the category of eunuchs was born because of the king.

Amid the cries, An Qisheng walked.

Everywhere he passed, a group of eunuchs and soldiers made way.

No matter how sad and angry they were, no one dared to swing the knife.

At the end of the road, under the night sky, Liu Yanchang and Han Changgong stood with complicated faces, in a trance, like crying and laughing.

People who have been loyal for a lifetime ended like this.

They were confused for a moment.

"A minister who betrays his master, a dog who bites his master"

Liu Yanchang shook his body, as if he had sobered up a little. He looked at An Qisheng who was walking towards him, and King Feng who was not falling dead not far away, and raised the Yanling knife in his hand:

"What's the point of living?"

After saying that, he swung his long knife horizontally and was about to offer his neck.

Dang~

With a light sound, the long knife flew out of his hand and flew into the night.

An Qisheng flicked his fingers to flick the long knife away, looked at the two soul-destroying masters of the divine veins, and shook his head slightly:

"The world still exists, and it will not change with the life and death of one person. You are important ministers of a country, and you should be loyal to the real master of the country."

When the long knife fell out of his hand, Liu Yanchang was exhausted and desperate.

Hearing this, his body trembled:

"The real master?"

Isn't the real master of Fengguo King Feng?

Han Changgong also looked at An Qisheng with a complicated expression.

An Qisheng was not surprised by the reactions of the two. For tens of thousands of years in Jiufu Realm, its environment and characteristics determined that their thinking could not surpass the world.

Even though they are all top figures in the world.

The king of the world, the family of the world, has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Jiufu Realm is different from Xuanxing. There are no sages who shout that kings, princes, generals and ministers are of different species, and there is no concept of equality for all.

Looking at the history of Jiufu Realm for tens of thousands of years, you will find something that people in Xuanxing cannot imagine.

That is, there is no peasant uprising in Jiufu Realm.

The people of Qian are really unable to turn over.

Because of power.

A team of red dragon army is enough to sweep away tens of thousands of rabble, a divine vein can massacre a city and exterminate a race, and many ordinary people cannot ambush and kill a divine vein.

Even, from ancient times to the present, there are almost no qi veins killed by ordinary people.

It is precisely because of absolute powerlessness that no superiors care about the people.

Whether it is King Feng, Han Chang Palace, or even the dignitaries in the court, they care about the threats from other countries, the martial arts sects, and the gangs in the rivers and lakes, but no one really cares about the people.

It's not that they don't consider it, but that they really don't care.

"The real masters of a country are the millions of people and countless common people."

An Qisheng looked at the two and said calmly:

"They are the real masters of Fengguo and even the world, and they are also the ones you should be loyal to."

Han Changgong and Liu Yanchang were shocked.

An Qisheng's calm words contained his extremely tyrannical spirit.

Between the words, they were slightly dazed, as if they saw another completely different world.

In that world, everyone has virtue, everyone respects the elderly, everyone loves the young, there is no inequality everywhere, everyone is well fed and warm, there is no war, no killing, and the kings and princes who break the law are guilty of the same crime as the common people.

"What is that?"

Han Changgong's trance gradually faded, and he couldn't help asking.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and answered his question:

"Datong World."

"Datong World"

Han Changgong smiled bitterly and shook his head. How could such a world exist?

He sighed and asked:

"What does the Taoist want to do next?"

An Qisheng looked at Han Changgong, and a ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes:

"First, I will change your appearance for you"

"Change your appearance?"

Han Changgong was stunned.

Datong World is the ideal country that Xuanxing longed for in ancient times.

It is a yearning but difficult to truly realize wish.

The world is for the public, and people are selfless. These simple eight words, Xuanxing has not been able to do it since ancient times.

Let alone everyone can do it?

An Qisheng proposed this concept, but it was just an idea and an excuse for Han Changgong and Liu Yanchang to live.

In the two of them, he saw the intention of death, which was truly boring.

And under the influence of his powerful divine will, the two regained the idea of ​​living.

After all, they still need to deal with the aftermath.

He always did things from beginning to end. After killing King Feng, the subsequent disturbances would certainly be eliminated.

However, the aftermath was more troublesome than he had imagined.

It took him only half a day to kill King Feng and suppress Dragon King Armor, but it took him more than three months to deal with the aftermath.

During these three months, he first changed the appearance of Han Chang Palace, then cleaned up the royal city, and cleared the obstacles for the aftermath of Han Chang Palace and the two.

Under his powerful "persuasive power", all the civil and military officials in the court were "persuaded" by him and the throne change was completed.

"Long live our king!"

In the sound of cheering like a tsunami.

The "young" King Feng, wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, calmly stepped onto the imperial steps and headed towards the throne that symbolized the highest position in the world under the siege of his ministers.

Looking at this throne that symbolized supreme power, he did not feel a trace of joy in his heart.

He had seen this throne countless times, but he never thought that one day he would sit on it.

Accepting the worship of his former colleagues.

"No need to be polite, all the nobles, please stand up!"

Under the crown, the young King Feng had a calm face with a touch of melancholy, and said calmly:

"If there is something, report it early, if there is nothing, leave the court."

The ministers stood up respectfully and talked about government affairs.

Among the ministers, Huang Fu looked dazed.

He looked at the young King Feng on the steps, and for some reason, he always felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity, but he should not have seen this once unpopular "prince".

In fact, before this, he had never heard of the title of this "prince".

"Han Changgong, the head of the Imperial Observatory, died in battle for the country, and was buried with honor. Liu Yanchang, the god catcher, was rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and a hundred pieces of brocade for his meritorious service in protecting the emperor."

A servant stepped forward to announce the decree on his behalf:

"Order the Five Officials Lingtai Lang, Huang Fu, to take over the position of the head of the Imperial Observatory, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"

Liu Yanchang stepped forward and bowed expressionlessly.

Huang Fu was startled, then walked out of the crowd, suppressed the unspeakable sadness in his heart, and bowed to respond:

"Huang Fu thanks the king for his grace."

"Stand up"

The young King Feng had a wooden face, as if he was looking at the ministers in the court, but his mind was flying high, as if he saw the Taoist priest in white clothes gradually going away outside the city of Fengdu.