"You all don't have to persuade me. If you think you will lose this battle, you can leave. Even if I am the only one left in this battle, I will be here."

Emperor Zhao stood above the hall, passionate, loud and loud, and had an indescribable majesty that made the ministers below blush.

He dared not leave, nor could he leave.

He can indeed survive once he leaves, but once the hearts and hearts of the people are dispersed, the huge Zhao State will be in name only.

He would rather die while standing!

I don’t want to live on my knees!

"Your Majesty is the dragon in the world, you must not be able to bear the sharpness. I swear to follow you to the death!" Grand Tutor Guo fell to the ground and sang and shouted, and the lingering sound continued.

"I swear to follow Your Majesty to the death!"

"I swear to follow Your Majesty to the death!"

...

In the hall, all the subjects fell to the ground, deafening.

"You all, please calm down and go back and prepare."

Emperor Zhao looked at the ministers who hurriedly left the palace and was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed heavily.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body." Li Yan served carefully.

"Li Yan, what's wrong with the world?" Emperor Zhao suddenly asked, "Why don't God bless me, Da Zhao?"

"Your Majesty is so blessed. God is naturally aimed at you. As for Amuzha, I don't know what evil magic he has practiced. It is not orthodox, and it will not be rewarded in the future." Li Yan advised.

Emperor Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I hope you can retreat, I want to be alone and calm down."

Li Yan wanted to speak but stopped, but finally bowed and retreated behind the door and waited.

Seeing that there was no one around, Emperor Zhao took out a jade slip from his arms. The light on the jade slip was flowing, and it was nothing at first sight. He frowned and slapped the jade slip at the edges and corners of the table with one hand, slapped the jade slip to pieces.

Suddenly, a yellow light lit up and then penetrated into the ground and disappeared.

"When the national master left, he repeatedly told me that if he slapped this object in a crisis, he would turn bad luck into good luck, but there was no change." Emperor Zhao said suspiciously.

But he didn't know that after the yellow light penetrated into the ground, it changed.

Below the entire imperial city, there are eight green jade pillars ten feet long, emitting bright green light. Above the jade pillars, a giant dragon is carved. On each jade pillar, the dragon looks and postures are different.

Solemn, fierce, domineering, fierce, angry...

At first glance, the editor felt extraordinary.

After the yellow light came to the ground, it immediately divided into eight essays and then drilled into the bluestone jade pillar.

With a buzzing sound, the yellow light drilled into the bluestone jade pillar, and the eight stone pillars began to vibrate suddenly, then broke through the ground and appeared in the eight directions of the imperial city. Then a large amount of spiritual energy suddenly appeared around the imperial city, and then poured into the eight blue stone pillars like a tide. The blue stone pillars soared several times. The giant dragon on it seemed to come alive, and began to move slowly around the giant pillar, and finally suddenly supported it out and floated in the sky.

The eight giant dragons all spit out a round bead in the direction of the palace and shot away quickly. The beads were different in color, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and white, gathered together, and actually supported a light curtain, covering the imperial city.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... God bless my Great Zhao, God sent eight divine dragons to assist Your Majesty." Li Yan rushed into the hall, bursting into tears.

The imperial city is saved, and the State of Zhao is saved.

At this moment, not only Li Yan, but all the people in the imperial city were crawling on the ground and paying homage to the dragon.

Emperor Zhao clenched his fists tightly, tears flashed in his eyes, and he kept saying, "Okay, okay!"

He knew that this was the last barrier left by the national teacher to protect Zhao State.

...

"What a strong formation, who is this national master?"

In a side hall, Ying Tianjiao looked at the eight giant dragons flying over the imperial city and fell into deep thought. Why did Zhao State encounter repeated changes? What about Zhao State? What about Qin State? What should Qin State do?

But if you can't leave and don't find Uncle Wang, it's useless to go back. Besides, Xiaoqing has vague signs of awakening these days. If you leave at this time, it's really not a wise choice.

"Brother Ning, where are you?"

Ying Tianjiao held her slender hands and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

...

Behind the Qin Palace, there were two middle-aged men standing at this moment. One was wearing a Confucian shirt, gentle and elegant, with a faint smile on his face, looking very gentle and approachable. The other was wearing armor, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as a sharp sword.

"Are you ready?" asked the middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt.

"It's already ready, Your Majesty." The middle-aged man wearing armor replied.

The middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt smiled softly and said, "Chang Rong, it's too early to say it now. Our Majesty is not dead yet."

"Hmph! In recent days, can that little girl Ying Tianjiao really get that person back?" Chang Rong snorted coldly.

"That's right. When Brother Wang went to Zhao State to protect Ji Yun, I knew that his life's immortal path had been cut off. When he saw Ji Yun for life, Brother Wang was so amazing and beautiful back then, but now he has no hope of building a foundation." The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt shook his head and said, "But I had seen Ji Yun from afar back then. He was really a fairy descending to earth. He was not as beautiful as a mortal. I was not as good as him."

"King Yan, why do you want to compare with him? He has no ambition and does not love the country and the beauty..." Chang Rong suddenly turned around and shouted, "Who?"

"Chang Rong, you're not too small. Let me see how your Eight Xuan Ling Technique is practicing?" At this moment, an old figure appeared in the courtyard, and he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed Chang Rong.

Chang Rong was frightened and said with a clanging sword, he left his body with a clang. Suddenly, countless cold lights appeared in the courtyard and slashed towards the old man.

The old man didn't move, and white light burst out from his five fingers, dispelling the cold light, and then pinched the tip of the sword tightly.

Chang Rong's face turned pale. He practiced the fourth level of Qi cultivation and was easily cracked by someone after killing with all his strength. Moreover, he knew him in his words, which was so terrifying.

"Chang Rong, why don't you retreat quickly." King Yan immediately came over, bowed to the old man, and said respectfully: "Welcome to your brother to come home."

When Chang Rong heard this, his face turned pale. After a little entangled, he knelt on one knee and said, "I'm kowtowing to the King of Wu, I've offended him so much, so please punish him."

"It seems that you have not made any progress over the years." The old man sneered and threw the flying sword to Chang Rong. He looked haggard, but his strength was unfathomable.

The old man did not go to see Chang Rong, but stared at King Yan and said with a smile: "The fourth brother, you have gained skills."

"What did Brother Wang say?" King Yan paused and suddenly asked, "Why didn't the genius come back with you?"
Chapter completed!