Volume 1, Chapter 226: The death knell tolls and the sky weeps.

A saint's temple far away in Kyoto.

Four of the eternal lamps that were offered were extinguished in succession.

The lamplighter ran out in panic.

"Something terrible has happened. Saints have fallen. Saints have fallen. The four saints of Kyushu have died."

The bell of the Saint's Hall also rang at this moment.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

“Boom…”

Four bell tolls echoed throughout the imperial city.

The sound is melodious, like crying.

People stopped and looked in the direction of the Saint's Temple.

There are two bells in the Saint's Hall.

People called them the wedding bells and the funeral bells.

The joyful bells ring, a saint is added to the Nine Provinces, and a long-burning lamp is lit.

The funeral bell rang, the saint of Jiuzhou fell, and one of the eternal lamps was extinguished.

And the bell at this moment is the death knell.

Four sounds in a row.

It foreshadows the death of the Four Saints of Kyushu.

In history, this sound was only heard in the war between the Six Sects and the Blood God Cult hundreds of years ago.

There were five blasts.

Even though the imperial power has changed over the generations, there has never been a situation where the death knells have been ringing continuously.

And this time, the bell rang five times within a month.

Of the thirty-six saints of Kyushu, only thirty-one remain.

People are confused and hesitant.

The sound of discussion filled the streets and alleys.

"Fourth tone, did I hear it wrong?"

"How is that possible? Four bells rang in succession. Could it be that a war has broken out on the border?"

"God has never blessed the Nine Provinces, and five of the thirty-six saints have perished..."

"Some time ago, I heard that the Fourth Prince was going back to the capital. Now that the death knell is ringing, I'm afraid a fight has broken out..."

"Even if it was a royal struggle for power, the death of the Five Saints would be too high a price to pay."

"Keep your voice down. No one dares to make irresponsible remarks on royal affairs."

In Tingchao Pavilion.

A sad sound was heard.

Two of the three great elders have passed away.

Qi Ming, the only uncle left to protect Qi Qianqiu, cried out to the sky.

"God has doomed Tingchao Pavilion..."

On the Tiandaoyuan.

Chao Xiao listened to the bell ringing, the sword in his hand still dancing.

Whispering softly.

"It seems that Grandpa and Master have succeeded."

In his opinion, his master could not lose.

This dead saint can only be the other party's.

Then Xu Ping'an and Chu Ge would definitely be finished.

The second prince’s palace.

Chaofeng sat on the ground, playing with the doll.

But I was wondering in my heart, four tones... why four tones.

He doesn't understand.

Did we really lose?

Perhaps from the very beginning, no one was optimistic that Chao Yi, the Fourth Prince, would win.

After all, the other party is too powerful.

Two major sects and twelve saints.

One third of the saints in Kyushu.

Even the royal family could only turn a blind eye to it.

How could the fledgling Chao Yi possibly defeat others?

Why

In the palace, the current emperor stood up.

Looking at the sky outside the magnificent hall.

He said, "Go and see whose holy cup is extinguished."

"promise....."

His gaze narrowed and he looked towards Tiandaoyuan.

"Old Heavenly Master, Old Heavenly Master, how dare you kill my two sons? Do you really think I'm just a decoration?"

He originally didn't want to interfere too much in this dispute.

Because he always wanted to leave the throne to his fourth son.

This is a debt to that woman.

Just let them fight.

If you are injured, it is better to cultivate yourself than to be alone.

Let the two of them fight.

When the time is right, he will take back his fourth son and catch them off guard.

But what he didn't expect was that his fourth son suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

I heard that he looks a lot like me.

I also heard that the people he sent out betrayed him.

This was something he could not have imagined.

In order to keep it secret, he hasn't even contacted this person for all these years.

I dare not have any interaction with them.

It is to guard against Wang Changsheng, so as to avoid being discovered by his deduction skills.

Unexpectedly, no matter how many precautions and calculations were made, I still could not defeat this fate.

Although he is the emperor, his strength is only at the saint level.

There is nothing we can do about this dispute.

He could only place his hopes on the Royal Temple, Xu Ping'an and Chu Ge.

But now that the death knell was ringing four times, he felt a little worried and inexplicably irritated.

"Please don't get into any trouble, the future emperor of Kyushu."

And outside Zhulu City.

The faces of the five elders were equally gloomy.

Although it is far away, the hearing of a saint is no joke.

The sound of the bell could be heard clearly.

The elder of the clan had a hint of self-mockery on his face.

As far as he was concerned, it was all over.

Although the formation in front of us will be broken in a short time.

But it was still a little late after all.

Chao Yi and his men could never hold on to their support.

"It's still too late."

"Brother, don't blame yourself. Maybe there is still hope."

Zhang He's face was full of pride at this time.

He laughed and said, "My fellow elders, the situation has been decided. Why bother to worry about it? I will start the battle formation and you can just go back to the temple."

The second elder snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"Zhang He, don't be happy too soon."

"Ahahahaha... Could it be that the Second Clan Elder really thought a miracle could happen?"

Upon hearing this, the two elders pointed at Zhang He angrily.

"you........"

"No need to argue with him, second brother."

Shuiyunjian, far away at the junction of Jizhou.

At this moment, on the sky, three figures were still fighting a bloody battle.

The whistling magic filled half the sky.

Golden talismans, sharp guns, and dazzling starlight.

Accompanied by explosions and roars, it resounded throughout the sky.

And above them.

But there were rumbling thunder and lightning.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, sweeping for thousands of miles.

The surrounding mountains and rivers were broken and looked like a mess.

A torrential rain of blood fell, soaking everyone's clothes.

A group of black-armored soldiers surrounded Feng He and Ye Tingmu.

Let the blood rain soak the armor.

When the saint dies, the heaven weeps.

The sound of thunder and lightning when the Four Saints fell seemed even louder than when the Northern Maniac King died.

This blood rain was also much more smelly and larger.

It was originally a bright day with clear sky.

Now, dark clouds are looming.

Covering the sky and the sun.

Light is unbreakable,

The atmosphere is depressing and even weird.

Ye Tingmu, however, remained calm and composed.

Because, they won, although they are still fighting, the victory has been decided.

The eldest prince has thirteen saints, and five of them will die today.

He will only have eight saints, after leaving behind the two saints who escaped but fell to the realm of sainthood.

From today onwards, he is only the Six Saints.

Even though he had lost Dahei and Dongfang Shuo, he still had the two saints.

As long as you get the support of the five royal saints.

He has seven saints.

Although it doesn't mean that the opponent can be eliminated immediately.

but.

But you will not be faced with a situation where you are sure to die.

It can be said that this battle saved him from a desperate situation. What he wanted was time.

As long as the stalemate can continue.

That can all change.

Even the five saints of the royal family do not support him.

After losing Wang Changsheng, Qi Qianqiu's Tingchao Pavilion and Tiandao Academy would certainly not dare to act rashly in the short term.

So today, Wang Changsheng must die no matter what.

In his opinion, the other side had no reinforcements, and the six saints who had not been dispatched must be holding back the five elders of the royal family.

Otherwise it wouldn't have appeared until now.

He has the upper hand.

Outside Shuiyunjian, Qingfeng, Guanqi and others were taking shelter from the rain.

Listening to the explosions coming from the distant sky from time to time.

Feeling the vibration on the ground from time to time.

Look at the blood rain falling now.

Everyone looked solemn and full of worry.

The chess player clasped his hands together tightly.

It seems like he is praying for something.

Yue Mingfeng touched her little head.

"It'll be fine," he consoled her.