Zhao Xingyu looked at the miserable Yuwen Nanjing. He frowned and struggled. His hand pressed down on the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if he was hesitating whether to take a huge risk or not.

But he was hesitant, not only because of Yuwen Nan Jing's attitude towards him, but also because he knew that even if he did, he would not be able to save Yuwen Nan Jing. Since that was the case, would such a sacrifice really be meaningful?

Just as Zhao Xingyu was hesitating, a clear voice suddenly rang out in front of the entrance of the Wei Yang Palace, as well as the voice of inviting Jun to die and the pitch black light that was about to spread in Yuwen Nan Jing's eyes!

"What a peaceful world! What a good one! Please die!"

The sound was like a flood bell, echoing back and forth in the sky above the Wei Yang Palace, enduring endlessly.

Everyone's expressions changed. They all raised their heads to look in the direction where the voice was coming from. However, there was nothing there. There was no one's voice. Only when Yuwen Nan Jing heard this sound did the pitch-black color in her eyes suddenly fade away like a tide. She looked at a certain place and a smile appeared on her pale face.

Mr. Lu and the others were all frightened by the sudden sound. They did not notice the change on Yuwen Nanjing's face. Only Zhao Xingyu saw such a change. He seemed to have thought of something and his heart sank.

Just now, the voice of the righteous people inviting Jun to die suddenly fell silent in front of Wei Yang Palace.

They all frowned as they tried to figure out who the owner of the voice was and where he was. Mr. Lu frowned as he looked at Zhao Chu, who was standing in the horizon. However, the other party also frowned and shook his head. Obviously, even Zhao Chu, who was an immortal, was unable to capture the other party's location.

On the other hand, Zhu Xian looked at the green-clothed woman standing behind him. The green-clothed woman's expression was indifferent, as if she did not feel the slightest bit flustered. Seeing him like this, Zhu Xian's suspended heart relaxed. He lowered his head and remained silent, waiting for the good show to happen.

"Since you're here, why don't you show yourself? What's the difference between hiding your head and showing off your tail like this and being a rat and insect in collusion?" It seemed that Zhao Chu did not like this. After his divine sense spread out, he did not find any traces of the person who had arrived. His expression simply sank as he spoke loudly to the surroundings, trying to use this to provoke the person to appear.

The scene fell into silence for several breaths again. Just as everyone thought that person would no longer pay attention to them, that clear voice sounded again.

"Two years ago, Beijiang Wang Mu spent Jizhou as bait to lure the column of Great Xia Cui Ting five hundred thousand troops into the urn, Big Yellow City is at stake, the Imperial Court transfer orders one after another was sent to the prince of zhao mansion in You state. Prince of zhao said disease, live in secluded state. "Now that Prince Zhao has ascended to the Immortal Realm, he has grown a lot of courage. It is truly admirable for me to be able to start hiding from others."

Although that person still hadn't appeared, his voice seemed to have been intentionally activated by some sort of technique, and it accurately entered everyone's ears. Naturally, this matter was not a fabrication. When the guards heard this, they did not dare to reveal anything. However, Zhao Chu's expression became extremely ugly at that time. The surging aura around him was also a bit violent, revealing the anger in the immortal duke's heart.

"From what you said, I seem to think I know everything about this world like the back of my hand." Seeing that Zhao Chu's expression was ugly, Mr. Lu hurriedly stepped forward and said to the horizon, "But if the things in this world are as simple as you think, then why should the Crown Prince of the World think about it and boil his white hair to think about this strategy of governing the country?"

"Prince Zhao is guarding the secluded continent's entrance. He is also guarding my Great Zhou's lifeline. How dare you leave your post without permission? The late Emperor Yuwen Luo is dead. I shouldn't have said that he died in vain, but the merits of the late Emperor are obvious to all. His transfer order is not something that you can say."

Mr. Lu's words were reasonable and well-founded. At the very least, it would be difficult for others to discover the flaws in them for a while.

However, after hearing this, the divine dragon who had never seen the end laughed loudly and said, "What a brainless man! His hair is boiling white!"

"Lu Mingye! You are an arrogant Great Confucian of the Zhou Dynasty, and you have been a minister for three generations. Your mouth is full of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and life. But when did you really think of this strategy to govern the country?"

"Huh? You've thought about it!"

'"What you're thinking is that Yuwen Luo is useless. Then let's change to an emperor. So Yuwen Nanjing ascended the throne. And then what? When her actions are not under your control, you will repeat the same trick and then use a poisonous scheme!"

"Is this the way to govern a country that you've boiled your white hair and painstakingly thought of?"

Lu Ming Ye was Mr. Lu's name. As a Confucian scholar, the word'reputation 'was more important to him than anything else.

Mr. Lu, who had been exposed to pain and had always been indifferent, also blushed. He raised his hand trembling and cursed, "Yamano ruffian! This old man has worked hard for decades and dared to insult the people of the world for eternity. How can you, a villain, speak rashly?"

"Efforts? Lu Mingye, I think you're really old and foolish. Did you forget that year when you brought the army of ten thousand people to invite Xu Han to die? What did you say? Why did you use these words on Yuwen Nanjing who personally gave him the throne in just a year and a half? "Tell me, how did you manage to rule the world by inviting one person to die?"

The voice seemed to have intentionally angered Lu Ming Ye, and he spoke again at that time.

Mr. Lu's face instantly turned red. He retorted, "How could it not be so if a person died peacefully? Has there ever been less of this person who sacrificed his life for righteousness among the ancient sages? After his death, he would have a hundred years of fame. Why not?"

Mr. Lu said this, but as soon as he said this, his expression suddenly changed. He asked in shock, "How did you know about Xu Han?"

"Hahaha!"

As soon as this question was asked, a loud laugh sounded from the horizon.

At that moment, a pitch black sword pierced through the air and pierced into Yuwen Nanjing's body like a meteor falling to the ground. At that moment, a figure slowly descended from the horizon. His heel lightly stepped on the hilt of the sword and the corner of his mouth smiled as he looked at Mr. Lu.

"Well said, Mr. Lu."

"I'll give Mr. Lu such a chance today."

"If you are willing to hang yourself here within a hundred breaths of time, I will let go of the tens of thousands of soldiers behind you. Otherwise, they will all be buried with you today!"

After saying that, the smile on that person's face suddenly subsided. He raised his hand towards Mr. Lu with a solemn expression and said seriously, "Then please take care of these tens of thousands of lives."

"Die!"

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