The world is silent, the gods are silent!
Old Ruyi, the middle-aged man, the old man Qin, and the three pseudo-gods who appeared behind them looked at Qin Feiyang at the moment with extremely complicated emotions in their eyes.
Since the power of abolishing blood, such extremely terrifying behavior, they would not dare to do it!
Although they are both false gods who dominate one side.
Although they and Qin Feiyang are basically hostile, but Qin Feiyang's behavior at the moment makes them feel a sense of admiration.
There is absolutely no way to do such a thing without a bit of perseverance.
"Flying…"
A void somewhere.
Ren Wushuang, the old man and others stood in Lu Xingchen's space fetish, looking at Qin Feiyang outside, their expressions were also full of worry and pain.
Meanwhile.
There is a feeling of resentment inside.
Why did the emperor treat Qin Feiyang like this?
Isn't Qin Feiyang his own?
It's cruel and unfair to him too.
If the emperor was willing to take care of Qin Feiyang with half the love he gave to the little prince, Qin Feiyang would not have gotten to where he is today.
Even Lu Xingchen felt deeply worthless for Qin Feiyang.
Isn't it just one sentence? Is it necessary to do such a stupid thing?
He doesn't know how to evaluate Qin Feiyang now?
Is it stupid?
Still brave?
No!
Absolutely stupid.
And is hopelessly stupid!
Because of this kind of behavior, it will only hurt the relatives and make the enemies happy.
"Why so stupid?"
"Why!"
Just like Qin Feiyang's mother, she is like a desperate old man at this moment, crying constantly, her face full of sadness.
Woooooo…
Heaven, seems to be moved by her.
In the sky above the imperial capital, a strong wind gradually blew.
Dark clouds are coming from a distance.
The sky, which was originally scorched by the scorching sun, gradually fell into darkness.
Click!
Whoa!
Soon…
Across the sky, thunder and lightning thundered, and the wind howled.
Heavy rain, pouring down!
"What's the matter?"
"Well, why is it raining suddenly?"
People in the imperial capital looked at the sky in confusion.
"What a strong sadness."
"The sadness comes from the imperial palace. What happened to the imperial palace?"
Ling Yu and the four stood in front of the window, looking in the direction of the imperial palace, their brows filled with confusion.
In another restaurant.
Zhuge Mingyang also stood in front of the window, watching the torrential rain outside, and said nothing for a long time.
Suddenly!
He opened a portal and appeared above Haotian Palace.
"What's the situation?"
Looking at Qin Feiyang's appearance at this moment, his eyes were full of surprise.
The commander of the Qilin Army sighed: "He has abolished the power of blood."
"This…"
Zhuge Mingyang was stunned.
Qin Feiyang has such a good talent, mostly because of the power of this bloodline.
But now he actually abolished the power of this bloodline?
Is he crazy?
Zhuge Mingyang glared at Qin Feiyang and shouted, "Do you think you can win everyone's sympathy by doing this?"
"I didn't want anyone's sympathy, I just didn't want to owe him."
Qin Feiyang said lightly.
"Don't want to owe him?"
Zhuge Mingyang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the emperor, and immediately understood.
"You are no longer worthy of being my Zhuge Mingyang's opponent."
He shook his head, turned and stepped aside, silent.
"Really?"
Qin Feiyang grumbled.
Blood is still flowing!
His face is also getting paler.
The fused fire of life is frantically repairing his veins.
But every time it gets repaired, he breaks again.
Time flies by.
There was not much blood left in his body, and the ground under his feet was dyed red with blood.
He raised his head, staring coldly at the emperor.
Heavy rain, pouring on him, a little cold.
But looking at the indifferent face of the emperor, his heart is even colder!
"Is this the ending you want?"
The masked old man standing behind the emperor looked at Qin Feiyang, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, and asked in a low voice.
But the person he asked was not Qin Feiyang, but the emperor!
But the emperor did not answer.
"Although Feiyang hated you in the past, in his heart, he still yearns for the love of your father."
"And now, for you, he has really given up, completely."
The masked old man shook his head and sighed.
The emperor frowned and asked without looking back: "Who are you? Why do you know him so well?"
"Me?"
The masked old man pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "You will know later."
Speak.
He looked down at Qin Feiyang again, his old eyes full of love.
Pfft!
I don't know how long ago.
Qin Feiyang lost his stability and fell into the mud.
"Flying…"
The woman in white shuddered, squatted down quickly, supported Qin Feiyang, and sat on the ground.
His body and face are covered in mud, but that doesn't hide his weakness.
"I'm sorry, mother."
He looked at the woman in white, smiled apologetically, his voice became hoarse and pale.
"It's me who should say sorry…"
The woman in white hugged Qin Feiyang and cried bitterly.
"Mother…"
"If there is an afterlife, I want to be your child again…"
Qin Feiyang murmured.
He can clearly feel that his life force is rapidly dissipating.
He couldn't even speak.
But now.
He is very warm and very peaceful.
"Well well…"
The woman in white nodded again and again, tears like a wellspring.
"Thank you, mother…"
The rain beat on Qin Feiyang's face, washing away the mud on his face, revealing a pale face.
But there was a big smile on that face.
There is no blood on him.
Because the blood in the body has already flowed.
His consciousness is being swallowed by darkness.
The cultivation base is also falling step by step.
Eight Star Wars…
Seven Star Wars…
Six Star Wars…
"Tian'er, you can't die…"
"Mother can't live without you…"
"Please, don't leave your mother alone, okay?"
The woman in white begged, looking like she was decades old and helpless.
"Mother, the child can't bear you either…"
"But now, the baby's heart is really peaceful…"
"Because I don't owe him anything from now on…"
Qin Feiyang murmured, and after saying the last word, he slowly closed his eyes.
The fluctuation of life has also completely disappeared.
"No, no no no!"
"Wake up, God…"
The woman in white shakes Qin Feiyang vigorously, like crazy.
But Qin Feiyang had no sign of waking up.
"Why…"
"Why should my child be treated like this…"
"God, please, save my poor child…"
She slumped in the mud, hugged Qin Feiyang tightly in her arms, looked at the cloudy sky, and roared in despair.
Boom!
Click!
Thundering rang out for thousands of miles.
Lightning lights up the sky.
The rain slapped the woman in white mercilessly on the cheeks, making her look extraordinarily lonely and desolate…
"A generation of peerless evildoers, did they just fall?"
Mu Qing grumbles.
For Qin Feiyang, he only hates.
But looking at Qin Feiyang, who was lying in the arms of the woman in white, there was an inescapable sadness and a trace of remorse in his heart.
Perhaps this time, it was a mistake to let Qin Feiyang return to the Great Qin Empire.
"Qin Feiyang is dead, so there is no point for us to stay here. Go and get the flame of Tianxuan, the flame of ice, and the flame of Tianlei, and leave!"
Lao Yi said something to Mu Qing and took out the door of time and space.
"Today, neither of you want to leave!"
When Old Qin saw this, his eyes suddenly flashed with amazing murderous intent.
"Really?"
The Patriarch of the Mu Family smiled coldly, stepped forward, twisted the dying national teacher, and said, "Whoever dares to stop us, I will kill him!"
Old Qin frowned and turned to look at the three false gods who appeared behind.
But the three of them didn't make any statement.
Dark fog shrouded the figures, and it was impossible to see what expressions they had now.
"Alas!"
Mu Qing sighed deeply, strode to the woman in white, bowed and said, "Auntie…"
But before he could say anything, the woman in white scolded: "Go away, don't disturb my child!"
Mu Qing raised her eyebrows and cupped her hands: "Auntie, I have to take those three kinds of flames away."
Without the flames of Profound Sky, the flames of Heavenly Thunder, and the flames of Frost Ice, miracles cannot be summoned.
Then all his Mu family's efforts over the years have been in vain.
The woman in white ignored Mu Qing.
But the emperor opened his mouth and said coldly: "He was born of my Daqin Empire, and died as a ghost of my Daqin Empire. You don't want to take his things with you either!"
"People from the Great Qin Empire?"
"Don't you think it's funny?"
"Why didn't you say that before he died?"
"I feel so sad for Qin Feiyang to have a father like you!"
Mu Qing laughed in anger.
The emperor said blankly: "This is a matter between our father and son, you are not qualified to ask."
"Haha…"
"Father and son?"
"Don't you feel ashamed that these two words came out of your mouth?"
"I really admire your shameless character now more and more."
Mu Qing shook her head in undisguised sarcasm.
"Shut up!"
But at this moment, the masked old man shouted, his tone was no longer as indifferent as before, with a biting chill.
Everyone present looked at him.
The masked old man said: "You are not qualified to possess the flying things."
The emperor said solemnly: "I said, you can't control what's going on here!"
The masked old man's eyes turned cold, and he disappeared behind the emperor in an instant, and appeared in front of the emperor again.
Clap!
Next.
He slapped the emperor in the face in front of everyone.
"What?"
Everyone was petrified on the spot, dumbfounded.
Be aware.
The emperor is the most respected of the ninety-five, and even these false gods of the Qin Empire must respect him.
But this masked old man actually slapped the emperor in public. Who is he?
The emperor was also stunned.
He never imagined that in this world, someone would dare to beat him.
"This slap is not for anything else, just to remind you."
"As a descendant of the 'Emperor Qin', we must govern the country with benevolence and righteousness, and tolerate every subject of the Qin Empire with a heart that tolerates all things. It is not a tyrannical hegemony like you."
The masked old man said coldly.
The Qin Emperor in the old people's mouth is the first emperor of the Great Qin Empire.