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"Come!"

Zheng Ming let out a soft drink, and the sword light above the sky immediately shot down.

The might of the brilliant sword is overwhelming.

Thousands of swords scrambled to each other.

Below, Dugu Qiubai looked at the falling sword light, and countless brilliant lights bloomed in his eyes.

This sword is his sword beyond the sky.

But it is different from his Beyond the Sky Sword.

The essence of his sword beyond the sky is the way of swordsmanship, but the sword beyond the sky released by Zheng Ming carries the might of the emperor.

To put it simply, Zheng Ming's Sword Beyond Heaven is just imitating Dugu Qiubai's Sword Beyond Heaven.

Although it is an imitation, its power is far beyond that of Dugu Qiubai's Sword Beyond Heaven.

After all, Zheng Ming is backed by the source of the Dao, so it is naturally not comparable to Dugu Qiubai.

The sword light fell.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were suppressed.

Sikong Shang raised his head to look at the approaching sword light, and clasped the long sword in his hands tightly.

"Good come!"

"Hahaha~~"

He let out a roar.

The air of the emperor surged crazily on his body.

Boom~~

Above the void, it was as if a star had exploded, and the golden light and strong wind scattered thousands of miles away.

Within ten thousand miles, countless cultivators looked up at the sky, watching the surging wind and flying golden lights.

Many people don't understand what this is.

Countless people were even more panicked, as if the sky was falling.

And the people in Emperor Xianlan's capital turned pale, knelt on the ground and shivered.

In the sky, Sikong Shang's body fell back thousands of feet, the long sword in his hand was broken inch by inch, and scarlet blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, staining the dragon robe on his body red.

Zheng Ming moved and came in front of him.

The long sword in his hand condensed a faint sword glow.

She looked at him indifferently.

"Do you understand now?"

he asked.

"What do you understand, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit?"

Sikong Shang raised his head and looked at him with a pale face.

Zheng Ming shook his head slightly, and said, "You are not a qualified emperor."

The emperor, the artifact in charge of the country, the law of the world, the use of the goods of hundreds of millions of people, the command of the land, the protection of the country's safety, the benefit of the country and the harm of the country, love the people and harm the people.

As this person, he should have been chosen by the heart of heaven and favored by the people.

However, Sikong Shang gave up Wanmin, only seeking the way to immortality.

It is not a problem to seek immortality, countless practitioners in the world are seeking the way to immortality.

But the emperor cannot give up all the people in the world for the sake of the journey to immortality.

What Sikong Shang abandoned was the inheritance of the Xianlan Dynasty for nearly ten thousand years, the nearly tens of billions of people, and his disregard for the safety of the entire fairyland world.

"I don't need you to judge how I am."

Sikong Shang snorted coldly.

He braced his body, endured the severe pain from his body, and straightened his chest.

Even in death, he still has to straighten his body.

The majesty of the emperor cannot be desecrated.

"You're right, you don't need me to judge."

Zheng Ming nodded slightly.

"Then let me send you on your way."

Zheng Ming rolled up the long sword in his hand.

"and many more!"

Sikong Shang stared at Zheng Ming closely, and said suddenly.

He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die with doubts.

At this point, he already understood that he was no match for Zheng Ming.

In the face of death, he can accept it calmly, but he still has many questions in his heart.

Zheng Ming paused slightly and looked at him.

Sikong Shang asked with a serious expression: "What realm have you reached?"

This is his biggest doubt.

He had clearly reached the ninth level of the Emperor's Qi Refining Art, and he should be the most powerful person in the fairy land, but he had almost no power to fight back in front of Zheng Ming.

The gap is too huge.

Zheng Ming smiled lightly, shook his head, and said, "It's useless to tell you."

"Let me take you on your way."

He has no patience to explain.

And today is the day of Sikong Shang's death, so it doesn't make any sense to explain it.

No matter how much you talk to a dead person, it's just nonsense.

Sikong Shang's face turned pale for a while.

Since then.

He suddenly jumped up and slapped Zheng Ming with his palm.

The air of the emperor surged rapidly on his body.

Seeing this, Zheng Ming had a cold light in his eyes.

Sneak attack?

It's too beautiful to think about.

There is no one in this world who can sneak attack him.

"You'll never understand how far apart we are."

Zheng Ming said lightly.

The long sword in his hand was slowly extended forward.

The blade of the sword is pale, with a sharp light, although it does not have the majestic power, nor the bright sword light before, but it reveals a chilling killing intent.

Puchi~

Sikong Shang actually bumped directly into the tip of the sword.

He looked down at the pale sword blade stained with bright red blood, his face full of disbelief.

"how come?"

Zheng Ming slowly drew back the long sword, looked at the blood on the blade, and blew lightly, a bloody flower bloomed.

"I blow not snow, but blood!"

He said lightly.

Sikong still looked at him inexplicably, full of doubts.

Unfortunately, no one will answer his doubts.

The vitality in his eyes slowly receded and became dim.

The surging breath on his body also dissipated.

A generation of emperors fell with full of doubts in this way.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Zheng Ming quietly watched Sikong Shang's body fall down.

"Your Majesty~~"

Seeing this, all the courtiers of the Xianlan Dynasty couldn't help but let out a shrill cry.

Xuan Qing and the others looked at Sikong Shang's body in silence for a while.

One of the three great emperors in Zhongtianyu fell like this.

Thinking back to Sikong's power in Zhongtianyu before, they suddenly became a little dull.

For a moment, the world was silent, only the loyal courtiers of the Xianlan Dynasty were wailing.

Chapter 677 The End

Li Chengyang, who was fighting Wen Zhong in the distance, heard the sound of wailing, and could no longer care about the fight, and drew back and flew towards him.

He looked at Sikong Shang's corpse lying on the ground with an extremely complicated expression.

"does it worth?"

he murmured in a low voice.

It seems to be asking Sikong Shang, but also seems to be asking himself.

does it worth?

No one can answer this question.

In order to become immortal, practitioners can give up everything.

In order to ascend to immortality, the emperor can abandon the entire dynasty.

In order to become immortal, the world is full of countless disputes.

Everything is for immortality.

does it worth?

Zheng Ming didn't know if it was worth it.

What's the point of practicing if you can't become immortal?

Even if you reach the top, it's just a waste of time.

Xuanqing, Yan Shuhua, Ye Dao, etc., which of these immortal-level powerhouses would not want to become immortal?

It's just that they can restrain the desire in their hearts and maintain a calm state of mind.

Sikong Shang has already fallen into a demonic barrier, and he only wants to embark on the road to immortality.

However, they seem to have forgotten that immortals are just human beings.

Even if you set foot on the fairy road and enter the fairy world, you are just struggling among all living beings.

There is no detachment, no freedom, only long search.

Zheng Ming couldn't help smiling wryly.

"People, as long as they are alive, they will have desires, and as long as they have desires, they will keep seeking."

"Whether it's a cultivator, an emperor, or a fairy in the sky, it's all like that."