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The emperor was defeated, and he knelt on the ground a little decadent, his skills had been crippled by the sword master.

The Juggernaut stepped forward and asked in a cold voice, "Do you know your mistake?"

The emperor smiled and said, "I am not wrong."

The Juggernaut's eyes turned cold, he reached out to grab his hair, and dragged his body towards the outside.

Immediately, he dragged him by the collar, and a trail of blood was dragged on the ground.

Shen Yuexiu couldn't help enduring the pain on her body, and followed out.

The Juggernaut grabbed the emperor's shoulders and dragged his body, like dragging a tiger that was powerless to resist.

"The Lost Dog" rubbed his legs, abdomen, and chest on the ground, and the blood that flowed out rubbed against the ground, creating a long and endless blood path.

The Juggernaut dragged him out of the palace all the way and into the streets for a parade.

When the common people saw such a tyrant without any dignity, they couldn't help but get out of the way and retreat on both sides of the street.

The Juggernaut grabbed the clothes on his shoulders and dragged him all the way to the Guantian Tower.

He continued to push and drag him up the steps, the emperor's body grazed one step after another, as if rubbing against a sharp piece of iron, it was very painful, like a knife ladder.

He just endured and endured it silently. No matter how high he built this Guantian Tower, he had to endure as much pain.

Shen Yuexiu moved very slowly, when he arrived, he saw that the emperor had been dragged to the highest place, kneeling towards him and the people.

His body was bloody and blood was bleeding continuously, and he couldn't see the original color of the clothes clearly, and the foam of flesh had mixed with the foam of clothes.

Shen Yuexiu couldn't help trembling, the emperor was dragged through the street, the palace guards didn't know it, they all ran out, and found a dense army gathered on the steps of the street, paying attention to the emperor's situation;

Zhan Deng also ran out, ran to Shen Yuexiu's side to protect him, and supported him. Shen Yuexiu's body was abnormal, and she looked up high.

The emperor raised his face, and the Juggernaut raised his hand, hitting him hard in the face.

The emperor turned his head and slapped him hard again. Just like this, the Juggernaut slapped the emperor's face one after another. The emperor's face was blood red from the slap, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding continuously. Some people counted them, almost 100 too much.

The common people knelt on the ground suddenly, and their attendance was uneven, begging the sword master not to beat the emperor again, and the sword master stopped.

The people cried and said: "Although the emperor is violent and treats us harshly, we all remember the kindness of the previous generations of emperors towards our ancestors. We are willing to give the emperor a chance to reform himself."

"Did you hear that?" the Juggernaut asked, looking down at him.

The emperor looked up at the crowd downstairs, his eyes were flushed, and tears rolled down his blood-red face, hurting his body and mind.

He only opened his arms, bowed his head deeply towards the people downstairs, then got up tremblingly, walked forward, overlooking the people.

There were tears in the eyes of the people, grievances, soft-heartedness, and distress in their hearts. They looked up with hope in their eyes.

The emperor turned sideways slightly, jumped down from the Guantian Tower, and hit the ground, blood spattering everywhere.

The "Father Emperor" prince's eyes were red, and he roared hysterically, Shen Yuexiu seemed to be squeezed out of his body, rose into the air, and disappeared.

The prince fainted and was unconscious, with his eyes closed and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and was held in the arms of Zhan Deng.

The people wailed and fell to the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

After Fu Yang buried the beggar, he returned to Kui'an, and saw the Juggernaut standing alone on a tall building with a dignified expression.

When he was looking for Shen Yuexiu, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, his soul escaped from Liu Hui's body uncontrollably, and then he felt dizzy and entered the space-time tunnel.

Liu Hui fainted, the sword master seemed to catch a glimpse of him, flew towards him from the high platform, and helped him up.

Fu Yang only felt that his body was moving forward quickly, he couldn't see the end, but only vaguely saw broken pieces.

An emotion, a sound and a picture could not help appearing in my mind.

It was about Mo Zhibai.

"Why did you go this way?"

He walked barefoot in the sea of ​​fire, letting the fire burn his feet.

Walking on the ice, moving in small steps, his face was pale.

Walking on the sharp stones, both feet were bleeding, and his face was covered with pain.

Walking on the blade, bloody.

In the swamp again, it was difficult to walk, and it was difficult to breathe.

I don't know where I fell, and I have been falling into the bottomless darkness.

Falling into the water, sinking continuously, sinking and sinking.

Opening his eyes, he was wearing a red dress. The water was cloudy, full of man-eating insects, snakes, mice, piranhas, and skeletons. Pairs of hands stretched out from the water, as if they could sail at any time.

The boat came to the shore.

A voice asked him, "Continue?"

The ground on the shore is full of red sputum, and there are some monsters emitting red light, emerging from the sea of ​​flowers, and there are monsters without clothes sleeping in the flowers.

He walked unsteadily, his eyes determined.

In an instant, thousands of ghosts and monsters rushed towards him, causing him to enter the tearing pain, and his brain, heart, soul, and body were all violated.

He was lying on the ground, the clothes on his body were shattered into pieces, and he was meticulous. He was turned over by something and invaded from all sides.

The soul door opened and bleeds, opened and closed quickly, then the ears, nose, eyes, and limbs were bleeding densely, the whole body was bright red, and noisy voices continued to come from the ears.

After an unknown amount of time, everything was quiet, the red flowers swayed, his body returned to its original shape, his whole body was white, naked, he stood up, and a black robe flew from nowhere to wrap him.

"Congratulations on passing the test." An ethereal voice came: "If you don't enter heaven or hell, where are you going?"

"In the future, there will be a place where Shen Zhiyu will be reincarnated."

"Recommend to the underworld, go to memory, why bother."

"To retain memory, to have supreme power."

"Inheriting the previous life, possessing powerful power, one needs to reduce one hundred years of life span, and experience the evil deeds experienced in the previous life again, and after death, it is not as good as reincarnation."

"Once you die, your soul will be wiped out, and you will never exist forever?"

I was born with the memory of my previous life, witnessed the disgust and abandonment of my mother and father, and witnessed the suffering that I never remembered.

I am conscious, who knows the pain, I know it is wrong to do this, but I still want to do it, because this is my previous life.

Knowing the result clearly, to bear the contempt and abuse of the world, not to fight back when beaten or scolded.

Follow up bit by bit, be a beggar, a bandit, a robber, a hooligan, a gangster, a deserter, and a traitor.

Finally, when everything is over, he wants to pack himself, but he is used to being that kind of vulgar and hateful person, can he change his habits?

He must change, or all the suffering will be in vain.