Zhao Lingyin's face was pale and his legs were weak. He watched helplessly as the chain wrapped around his neck, and the fear of death surged like a tide.
"Father! Spare me! I was just confused for a moment!"
Zhao Wuji glanced at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"It's too late."
He slowly raised his hand, and his fingers suddenly tightened.
"town!"
Nine golden dragons swooped down, transforming into endless pressure, fiercely suppressing the rebels.
Plop! Plop!
The rebel soldiers fell to their knees one after another like wheat being cut, blood gushing from all their orifices, their bones cracking under the weight.
Zhao Qiwen's eyes were bloodshot and he tried his best to resist, but he was still forced to kneel on one knee, with his knee deeply embedded in the blue bricks.
"Zhao Wuji!"
He roared and looked up, but saw that the emperor's eyes were as cold as the abyss, and there was no trace of brotherhood anymore.
"I gave you a chance, but you sought death yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji waved his hand violently!
The golden chains suddenly contracted, and all the rebel soldiers were dragged like puppets and slammed to the ground!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of bones breaking and screams rang out one after another, and blood dyed the entire square red.
Zhao Lingyin was almost suffocated by the chains, his eyes full of despair.
"No, no, I don't want to die."
However, the only response he got was Zhao Wuji's cold voice.
"Those who plot treason will only die!"
The formation was completely closed, and all the rebels fell into the abyss and were swallowed by endless golden light!
silence.
Deathly silence.
In the square, the only ones left were the kneeling imperial guards and Su Qinghuang, whose face looked slightly pale.
She looked at Zhao Wuji, but found that a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth and his body was shaking slightly.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
Zhao Wuji closed his eyes, suppressed the surging blood in his body, and said coldly.
"I'm fine."
He slowly raised his head, his eyes sweeping across the devastated square, finally landing on Li Lingge's face.
"Lingzhen, I'll leave the rest to you."
Li Lingge lowered his head slightly.
"As you wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji's consciousness fell completely into darkness.
Su Qinghuang's pupils shrank and she immediately looked at Li Lingge.
"What happened to him?"
Li Lingge had a calm expression on his face, as if he had anticipated this scene.
"The pill he took just now can only keep him awake for now. He will pass out naturally once the effect wears off."
He glanced around and continued.
"Now, there is no one in the entire Tiansheng Dynasty who can compete with you."
Su Qinghuang took a deep breath, and decisively let go of the hand that was originally supporting Zhao Wuji, letting him lie on the ground.
She never expected that things would go so smoothly.
She had been planning for so many years, but in the end, just because of the appearance of Li Lingge, she became the master of the Tiansheng Dynasty ahead of time.
"What are you going to do next?"
Li Lingge looked up at the night sky and murmured.
"I should go back."
He had been away from the Purple Sky Divine Realm for too long, and now he was only missing one thing to forge the Divine Pill. It was time for him to return to the Purple Sky Divine Realm and settle accounts with the Purple Sky Divine Emperor.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the palace. No one dared to stop him.
…
Zixiao Divine Realm.
In front of the Fuyao Sect's mountain gate, clouds and mist are swirling, and the nine-story steps reach straight into the sky.
The gatekeeper disciple was dozing off when he suddenly heard a clear sword sound coming from the sky, which startled him.
"Who dares to trespass into the Fuyao Sect?"
He hurriedly took out the magic weapon to protect the mountain, looked up, and saw a purple light streak across the sky, falling in front of the mountain gate like a falling star.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a familiar face appeared.
"Brother Li?"
The gatekeeper disciple widened his eyes and the magic weapon in his hand fell to the ground.
His face was pale, his lips were trembling and he couldn't speak.
Of course, he recognized this former influential figure of the Fuyao Sect, but didn't Li Lingge die in the star field?
Soon, the news of Li Lingge's return to Fuyao Sect spread throughout the entire Fuyao Sect as fast as wings.
As Li Lingge walked towards the main peak along the familiar bluestone path, all the disciples along the way stopped and looked sideways, and whispers came like a tide.
"Isn't that Li Lingge?"
"Didn't he die in the star field of the Xuandan Divine Realm?"
"Keep your voice down! I heard he was possessed by Zhao Lingzhen, the third prince of the Xuandan Divine Realm!"
"What? So who's coming towards us now, Li Lingge or Zhao Lingzhen?"
"Wait a minute, it seems his cultivation has broken through to the Divine Emperor realm!"
Li Lingge heard every word of these discussions without missing a word. His expression remained unchanged. At this moment, he just wanted to see Wei Xiang as soon as possible.
Main peak.
Wei Xiang was sitting upright on the sect leader's throne, tapping the armrests lightly with his fingertips, staring blankly at the sunset outside the hall.
"Why haven't you come back yet?"
She had heard from the Medicine King God a long time ago that Li Lingge had gone to the Xuandan God Realm. Although the outside world was saying that Li Lingge had been possessed by someone, she and the Medicine King God both knew that he was just pretending to be possessed.
But Li Lingge never came back, which inevitably made her feel a little uneasy.
If she hadn't been unable to leave the Fuyao Sect, she would have gone to the Xuandan Divine Realm to find Li Lingge.
Bang!
The palace door was suddenly blasted open by a huge force, and twelve figures rushed in like lightning, instantly forming a net that surrounded the throne.
Surrounded by the crowd, Wei Xiang couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
"What do you want to do?"
Inside the Jiuxiao Hall of Fuyao Sect, the air was as stagnant as iron.
The Xuantian Mirror in the hands of the law enforcement elder floated up, with the mirror facing downwards, pointing at "Feng Jiu" who was sitting on the throne of the sect leader.
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