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Without waiting for Huaiqing to refuse, he recited:

"Don't move!"

Huaiqing really froze in place, unable to move.

Zhao Shou glanced at the surging black cloud and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty said that the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the community. But Xu Ningyan also said that he should establish his heart for the world, establish his life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations.

"I feel that what Xu Yinluo said is what a scholar should do.

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Huaiqing didn't answer, but a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Shou lightly waved his hand, and the scarlet robe on his body came off automatically, and folded himself neatly, floating in the air.

"Oh, this official has not done enough."

The great Confucian touched the official robe reluctantly, then waved his hand, letting it fall in front of Chu Yuanzhen.

He finally said:

"Your Majesty, during the Great Zhou Dynasty, the great Confucian Qian Zhong destroyed the Great Zhou National Games with his body, and this is how the 600-year history of the Great Zhou Dynasty came into being.

"Today, I, Zhao Shou, follow the example of my predecessors, hoping to make Dafeng flourish for another 600 years.

"Your Majesty, the scholars of Yunlu Academy have been worthy of the people and the country since ancient times. Don't let the struggle for the country's foundation 200 years ago repeat itself."

He bowed solemnly towards Huaiqing.

After learning that the witch god was born, he decided to follow the example of his ancestors and die for the country.

The "one thing" he sent the sound transmission to Zhong Chaofan was to ask them to stick to Leizhou.

Zhao Shou straightened the sub-sage crown on his head, with a flash of light in his hand, the carving knife manifested, the witch god was approaching, and the strong wind blew his beard and hair, but his firm expression could not be disturbed.

When his life came to an end, the Confucian thought of the crippled teacher many years ago. Although he hated the imperial system, he still emphasized "the country" and "the common people" first when teaching students.

In the ear, the voice of the cripple seemed to come again: "Don't be wrong with Taoism and Confucianism, poetry and books are worthy of others; if you are good, you will be good to the world, and if you are poor, you will be good at yourself."

The paper was burning, and Zhao Shou shouted, "Confucian saints please!"

In an instant, the sky is full of fresh air!

Between the sky and the earth, a pair of eyes that are not mixed with emotions manifests. Taking this as the core, a figure of Baizhang in a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown emerges, in a half-illusory and half-solid state.

With one hand behind his back, he placed the other in his lower abdomen, as if staring into the distance.

The Confucian sage and heroic soul looked back and waved towards the golden dragon.

The golden dragon broke away from the empress with a roar, and crashed into the body of the Confucian saint with its teeth and claws. As a result, those eyes that were not mixed with emotions burst into golden light.

The awe-inspiring righteousness is overwhelming, filling every space.

At this moment, the Confucian saint seemed to return.

The turbulent black cloud appeared to be obviously stagnant. I don't know if it was jealousy, or recalled the fear of being suppressed by Confucian saints.

Zhao Shou rose against the wind, carrying [-]% ​​of the fortune of the country and the soul of Confucian saints and heroes, and crashed into the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

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In the first year of Huaiqing, on November [-]rd, Zhao Shou retreated the witch god on the border of Jianzhou and died for the country!

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Chapter 117 The Desperate Situation ([-])

Zhao Shou, with the soul of a Confucian sage and a hero, crashed into the thick black cloud with an unstoppable and unavoidable momentum.

He and the souls of the Confucian saints and heroes were instantly swallowed by the black clouds, and the black clouds that almost replaced half of the sky quickly shrank and gathered towards the center, as if to wrap and refine the souls of the Confucian saints and heroes.

But at the next moment, a ray of clear light burst out from the dark and thick black cloud, and then thousands of beams of light broke through the black cloud. The clear air and the black cloud were mixed and entangled, like a chemical reaction, and continuous explosions occurred in the high altitude.

The explosion sounded layer upon layer, shaking the ground, and the fleeing civilians crawled on the ground, trembling with their heads in their hands, completely losing their minds, leaving only boundless fear.

In the face of natural disasters, human fear will devour reason and lose thinking.

But crawling and trembling could not change their fate. Most people died from the shock wave of the explosion, and every "thunder" would set off a terrifying storm, rolling people and things on the surface into the sky.

This includes armies of the walking dead, too. .

Amidst the series of explosions, the black cloud thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Roar!"

A huge fuzzy face protruded from the black cloud, roaring angrily and deafeningly.

The army of walking corpses on the ground withered quickly, and streams of blood flowed into the clouds. The black clouds that had become thinner became thick again, with splashes of color.

"Blood Spirit Art is not allowed here!"

In the clouds, a thick and deep voice came out.

The next moment, the blood energy collapsed, and the army of walking corpses stood still.

"The dead should be buried in the ground."

The deep and deep voice came again.

An unbelievable scene happened, the barren ground was cracked in cracks, and the army of walking corpses staggered here and there, falling into the cracks, and then the seams closed. One moment there were thousands of troops, and the next moment it was empty, leaving only A devastated land.

At this moment, the tide of corpses swallowed by the fissures completely disconnected from the witch god.

Seeing this, the witch god immediately summoned nine fuzzy phantoms, nine first-rank warriors, each of whom was at the pinnacle of martial arts, possessed the great power to move mountains and fill seas, and was once invincible in the world.

Although their real combat power cannot be the same as before, they only retain their physique, strength and aura.