Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

In an ancient bronze mirror.

The moon is like water, the night is peaceful, and on the solitary peak, Gu Changqing stands quietly.

As if standing still, his eyes looked at the plain, and there were too many things in those eyes.

I don't know how long has passed.

He just opened the wine, poured a glass on his own, and then poured the wine into the world.

He didn't have any words, just poured cup by cup, poured cup by cup, until the wine jar was exhausted, and only one cup remained.

Gu Changqing raised his head and looked at the plain again, his eyes seemed to be in a trance.

Facing the void, he raised his glass and said in despair: "I shouldn't drink this glass of wine, just because the heaven and the earth are undecided, and the turmoil is not settled."

"This wine is to be worshipped and waited."

"Sacrificing Qinyuan."

"Sacrificing to the Dragon Clan.

"Sacrificing to the emperors of all dynasties in my Tiangong.

"Also offering sacrifices, Solanum nigrum."

Gu Changqing smiled bitterly and slowly poured the glass of wine down.

The wind whimpered, the moon shadow was depressed, and the figure in white on the solitary peak seemed to be so desolate at this moment.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Qun Xiu's heart was a little low for no reason, all of them bowed their heads, showing endless sadness and regret.

"Hey."

"Their generation has paid too much for Bei Xuan."

"But they all disappeared. They should be admired by the world, but 697 have never been known by future generations. 35

"Even most of them are burdened with monstrous infamy, and they can't even be buried in their homeland after death."

"It's obvious that I should be called a hero, but in the end, there is only one barren tomb, one mound and one ravine, and it has become a mountain ghost."

In the Heavenly Palace, a sigh resounded.

"It's hard to imagine how God and hurt the Emperor of Heaven must be in his heart at this moment."

"How can this world, these sentient beings be worthy of these seniors, and how can they be worthy of the Heavenly Emperor. 35

Many monks had red eyes.

Just because of the white robe in the ancient bronze mirror, it seemed too desolate.

He seemed to be the only one left.

Everyone who was with him, who was with him, has left.

He touched everyone and touched everyone's grief.

At this moment, many cultivators actually knelt down toward the ancient bronze mirror, toward the plain on Wanglai Peak, toward the white robe.

"I'm waiting for the younger generation of Bei Xuan to be a sacrifice to the heroes of the Heavenly Palace.

"Sacrificing to the emperors of the heavenly palaces of all dynasties."

"Sacrificing the Dragon Clan. 35

"More respect, Gu Tiandi!

Looking at this scene, many cultivators were touched.

But he could only sigh without (bafb) sound.

"Everything is too late, and even if it is now clear, it has become a regret and cannot be filled for life."

"I'll wait, I'm sorry for the protection of my ancestors!!

Many monks were in tears.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

The night was getting darker and thicker, and the dark clouds covered the starry sky, like a haze, pressing down on everyone's hearts.

The darker the wind, the higher the solitary peak, the only one dressed in white hunting.

It seemed to stand still, not moving.

He whispered softly.

"After I die, I don't need to erect a monument, I don't need to build a grave, I don't need to be buried with the emperor's rites, and I don't need to publicize it."

"Buried in the wasteland, buried in the plain.""

"If there are no bones, they are buried in white clothes. 39

"Just here, wait with you.

He murmured softly, as if talking to Xuan Que, as if talking to a lonely soul in this world, and as if he was talking about himself.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

The sadness on Qun Xiu's face deepened.

Indescribable, sadness in my heart.

"Now, I just hope that the old-fashioned heritage of the Emperor of Heaven will still be preserved in this world.

"Gonghu, Liangqiu and others did not die, but hid. 39

"Yes, they must not be dead, they listen to the words of the Emperor of Heaven the most, and they never disobeyed the orders of the Emperor of Heaven in their lives.

Qun Xiu sighed with emotion and had illusions in his heart.

But everyone knows that this fantasy is unlikely.

Those people regarded Heavenly Emperor as a god, and regarded Heavenly Emperor's life as more important than themselves.

Now that the sky is being cut, there are no figures of those people, and no one has stood up to fight for the Emperor of Heaven. If those people are still alive, how can they stand by?

Everyone knows that the possibility of what they expect is not very big, but the group repair is still expecting and still praying.

In the ancient bronze mirror, the picture began to flicker rapidly.

The years are passing rapidly, the wind and clouds are rushing away, the stars are flowing rapidly, the day and the dark alternate, the spring and autumn and the winter and summer alternate.

But no matter how time passes.

The picture of the bronze ancient mirror always stayed on the body of the white robe, as if imprisoned.

obviously.

These days, this Heavenly Emperor has been staying here.

It seems to be in memory of the deceased, and it is like waiting for the arrival of the catastrophe.

The days were very calm, but the heart of Qun Xiu was filled with endless tension.

Because the time in the ancient bronze mirror is getting closer and closer, and the immortality outside the territory is still an invincible enemy in everyone's hearts.

There seemed to be no hope at all.

On the contrary, Xuan Que would leave from time to time.

Through a brief exchange between the two.

The cultivator understands that Xuanque is building a portal these days.

This is a very common formation in Bei Xuan.

The builder of the formation, with his own origin, connects the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and condenses a formation.

The magic circle will automatically form a heaven and earth talisman.

The person holding the talisman, once crushed, will be sent into the formation.

It is very common for two monks to communicate with each other as a bridge.

Many disciples of aristocratic families go out to practice, and once they encounter a crisis, they can crush the talisman and send it back to the sect.

It is a means for the ancestors to protect the descendants, so it is common.

However, between the formation builder and the teleporter, the former must have a higher cultivation level than the latter, at least at the same level.

If the power of the teleporter is too strong, the channel will be broken and cannot be led back into the array.

This is also why the Heavenly Emperor said that in the entire Heavenly Palace, only Xuanque is qualified to build a formation for him.

Although he wanted to kill outside the domain, he could not die outside the domain.

Only by beheading Luo Qinghe himself can he turn into a sculpture and integrate his power into the grinding wheel, and only in this way can Luo Qinghe be recognized by the world.

Become the next generation of gods.

Time is passing fast.

Until one day, the fast-moving time stopped.

At this moment, everyone's heart slammed for a while, and infinite tension appeared in their hearts.

Everyone knows that the so-called general trend is really coming!

PS: The computer is broken, I feel uncomfortable, I haven't slept all night, I used my mobile phone to code a chapter, now I will repair the computer, and I will go to the Internet cafe for the next chapter.

There is no eunuch, and there is no eunuch!!

It's about to end, how could it be a eunuch?

Well soon, Lao Gu finally his motherfucker was about to come out.