The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Xie Xinzhi walked toward the imperial city sluggishly. The meridians in his body were all severed, his internal organs were mixed together, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He looked miserable.

The Haoran's righteousness in his body has disappeared, and he has completely lost the connection with Haoran's righteousness.

How could he not know that he was completely bewitched by Ling Feng? Thinking about it now, how could a high-ranking cultivator cooperate with a mortal on an equal footing?

At that time, I believed that as long as I fulfilled what he said, I would be able to leave this world and go to a wider world.

Looking back now, I find it ridiculous. I took it for granted and didn't even have the slightest doubt about Ling Feng's thoughts.

Maybe he used some hint to convince himself of his secret method?

After all, he is a cultivator, and it is normal to have methods that ordinary people do not understand.

The pain in his body made Xie Xinzhi's steps even more staggering.

But he didn't care at all, and walked towards the capital of Zhou Dynasty on the muddy road with his tenacious will.

As a complete loser, he now just wants to return to the place where he once dreamed.

Take a look from the highest point of the capital and see if you can see your former self.

Along the way, mourners are everywhere.

The sudden flood turned the originally peaceful capital into a purgatory, with dead people everywhere.

Thinking that he had his own reasons for all this, Xie Xinzhi suddenly felt guilty.

Even without Ling Feng, he would probably not be worthy of Haoran's righteousness if he harmed the common people for his own selfish interests.

He once believed that sacrifice on the road was indispensable, but after witnessing such a tragic situation in the world with his own eyes, Xie Xinzhi was a little shaken.

For ordinary people, it is good to build a better system, but if it requires sacrificing themselves, will they really be willing?

Let others die willingly for what you think is the right path?

It's funny to think about it!

Why should I make decisions for others and feel at ease that others are willing to die?

He smiled self-deprecatingly, but the pain that touched his internal organs made him frown again.

He lowered his head and continued walking towards the capital.

The flood appeared suddenly, and the capital was built on high ground, so it came and went away quickly.

What was left was a mess, mud, and bodies everywhere.

Suddenly a catastrophe comes from the sky, and the people can only let God pour out his anger on them.

Xie Xinzhi didn't want to atone for his sins, because the mistakes he made were irreparable. He gave up everything just to go to a broader world.

Being left alone, I have no ability to make up for such a sin.

Now there is only one way to die, and to live like a cow and a horse for the rest of my life, to wash away my sins.

There was determination in his numb expression. Now he just wanted to take a look at Maple Leaf City from the highest point in the capital.

At least I can look in the direction of home.

Suddenly, two teams of sword-wielding guards leapt toward Xie Xinzhi. They were dressed in brocade and flying fish suits, with long swords hanging from their waists. They were the most elite sword guards of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Every sword guard is at least a mid-term acquired master, and there are even some innate masters among them.

When they discovered Xie Xinzhi, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. A dozen Zhenqi masters rushed towards Xie Xinzhi in a semicircle.

Press the handle of the knife with your hand and draw the knife at any time.

Xie Xinzhi didn't seem to see the dozen sword guards, and was walking his own way.

The more Xie Xinzhi behaved like this, the more the dozen sword guards did not dare to act rashly. The order they received was to capture him alive.

Catch a living martial arts master with great righteousness!

What is the difference between this and committing suicide?

However, they, who were living off the emperor's salary, still took the job. They knew very well that if they didn't come, they would probably die at that time.

When they came to Xie Xinzhi with the determination to die, they naturally became extremely vigilant.

The sight at this time was indeed extraordinary. In front of more than a dozen experts, the person in front of him was obviously seriously injured, but he regarded them as nothing. His master's demeanor was undoubtedly revealed!

Wait, seriously injured?

One of the sword guards boldly took off the noose from his waist and threw it towards Xie Xinzhi.

Xie Xinzhi, who had no resistance and was unable to resist, was put around the neck by the sword guard and strangled to the ground.

Seeing Xie Xinzhi being dragged to the ground and still not resisting, the remaining sword guards burst into ecstasy.

Grass!

I originally thought I was here to die, but I didn't expect that I was here to receive merit!

What kind of martial arts master is he but a toothless tiger?

The remaining sword guards no longer hesitated, and threw out the nooses around their waists, tying Xie Xinzhi tightly. More than a dozen people swarmed up, tied Xie Xinzhi into rice dumplings, and sent them to the capital. .

They are just sword guards. Now that the country is facing such a disaster, your Majesty does not send anyone to rescue the disaster, but instead asks them to come and arrest a great master of martial arts. What is the meaning of this?

They also know that there is an easy reward placed in front of them, and now they only need to receive the reward!

Walking into the capital, it was also a mess. Floods had destroyed most of the houses, and countless victims were crying and displaced on the streets.

But now the imperial city is under martial law, and countless black-armored warriors are stationed in all directions to the west of the imperial city, without any regard for the lives of the people.

At this time, all the people who had become refugees suddenly began to miss the Tang Dynasty, which they had long forgotten in the corner of their memory.

If it were the Tang Dynasty, I'm afraid they would have already started providing disaster relief. The new emperor didn't care about their life or death!

A dozen sword guards carried Xie Xinzhi as if they were a prize of victory into the heavily guarded imperial city. After confirming their identities and going through three inspections, they carried Xie Xinzhi to a high platform.

There were several corpses lying scattered under the high platform, including men and women, and even two sword guards.

This situation made the newly arrived sword guards feel cold. They all knew that the Emperor of Zhou not only had power, but he was also an innate master!

The sword guards knelt on the ground, threw Xie Xinzhi on the ground, and waited for the emperor's summons.

On the high platform, a young man wearing a yellow robe held a sword in his hand and drank sip after sip of strong wine with a ferocious expression.

When he saw the miserable looking Xie Xinzhi, the young man took two more sips of wine, signaled the sword guards to retreat, raised his right hand, and with a surge of true energy, took Xie Xinzhi from the ground to the high platform.

"You actually plotted against me and made me the scapegoat?" The young man pinched Xie Xinzhi's neck, stared at Xie Xinzhi and said fiercely.

The person in front of me is none other than the former Wang Xiaoming, now Wang Mang!

Xie Xinzhi did not answer. He just turned his head and looked in the direction of Maple Leaf City, frowning slightly. He felt that it was still too low and he couldn't even see outside the city.

Seeing that Xie Xinzhi ignored him, Wang Xiaoming laughed angrily, and spoke with Xie Xinzhi in his mouth: "Isn't the emperor who has lost the luck of the human emperor just a puppet waiting for the fall of the dynasty? Let me see how my young master has changed. If you are like this, you must have been deceived by the immortal, right?"

After ridiculing, Wang Xiaoming still felt uneasy, punched Xie Xinzhi hard in the abdomen, leaned in front of Xie Xinzhi and whispered: "I have called you your young master for ten years, and you used me to become this little master." Is it not too much for an emperor who has been passed down from generation to generation to kowtow to me and call me Your Majesty?"

After saying that, he carried Xie Xinzhi and walked towards the main hall. There was the dream that he longed for but then shattered, the throne that he was about to lose as soon as he got it!

Wang Xiaoming shouted back at the eunuchs and maids of the Western Zhou Dynasty, pushed open the door of the main hall, and threw Xie Xinzhi on the white marble steps of the main hall. He was about to step onto the throne that now belonged to him, but he stood there blankly, unable to Dare to move again.

Because there was a person sitting on the dragon chair.

Wearing a green shirt, he caressed the dog's head.

Ouyang looked at himself with a half-smile.