The Human Realm is too huge. Without the teleportation circle, even a Nine Realm monk would have to spend a lot of time just to cross a state, let alone the Zhongtian Realm, just by relying on escape skills.

Restarting Xiazhou's teleportation circle is a very necessary thing, and it is also the most meaningful thing she can do at the moment as an eighth-level monk.

"Let's go!" A spiritual boat was sacrificed by Shuiyue Temple.

Everyone boarded the spirit boat one after another, and then under the control of Lord Shuiyue Guan, the spirit boat turned into an afterimage at a galloping speed and shuttled rapidly across the sky.

Chang'an.

The shadow of the door behind Xia Qing appeared at this moment and was flashing. Every time it flashed, a frightening aura flowed out.

Xia Zhao looked at the Tianmen mark behind King Qing with confusion and remained silent.

King Qing's expression did not change, he restrained his momentum, and the shadow of Tianmen gradually dispersed.

Now, he is far from being able to open the Tianmen and advance to the ancestral realm.

By now, King Qing had put away the Blood-Character Jue.

Because at this time, his goal of massacre in Chang'an had been achieved, and there were very few survivors in the entire city of Chang'an.

As if a gust of wind blew by, the black fog quickly dispersed.

Chang'an City quickly returned to its former appearance.

Just looking at the scenery, it seems that nothing has changed.

But the once vibrant city has become lifeless and gloomy.

In the palace, the golden light shield formed by part of the power of the Killing Zun Formation is still flickering.

I don’t know why, from the beginning to the present, even though he has controlled the power of the Zun-Slaying Formation, King Qing has not dismantled this formation. Therefore, the two consecutive blood-letter tactics did not harm many Daxia monks and Xia Xia in the palace.

Zhao.

Above the sky, after the fog dissipated, Xuan Zun's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

The golden Zun-killing spear penetrated his chest, as if nailing him in the air.

Due to the extraction of essence and blood, Xuan Zun's cyan skin has become dull and shriveled, and his life is in danger. His breath is weak, his eyes are dim and lifeless, and his body is trembling. His condition is extremely bad and he will die at any time.

His eyes didn't have much brilliance, he just stared at the shadow of Tianmen restrained by King Qing, with unwillingness in his eyes.

"I am Xuanzun"

He is Xuan Zun, the leader of the four giant spirits clan, and he has always regarded human monks as nothing more than trivial matters.

But today, in front of King Qing, he was captured without any resistance. Even his essence and blood were drained, and he became the nourishment for others to break through.

Xuan Zun was neither willing nor convinced.

Prince Qing seemed to have noticed Xuan Zun's reluctance and sneered: "Qingyun Sword Immortal alone can stop the three soldiers of the Demon Clan. Before this, I, Xia Qing, was already comparable to Sword Immortal in terms of strength alone.

Now, with the help of the Dao Ancestor Formation, let alone you, the so-called strongest demon in the Tianmen Domain, I am confident that even if there is another one from the Giant Spirit Tribe, I will kill them all!"

"It is not unjust for you to die at my hands!"

The top five human beings in terms of strength, coupled with Dao Ancestor's Zun Killing Formation, even if Chu Mu Shen shows up, he can even fight in Chang'an City.

What does it mean to be a mere Xuanzun?

"Return!" King Qing laughed ferociously, stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air. The spear that penetrated Xuan Zun trembled for a while, and finally was suddenly pulled out of Xuan Zun's body and flew back to his hand.

The moment after the killing spear broke away from Xuan Zun's body, it seemed like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The last glimmer of light was lost in his eyes, and then they suddenly closed without any sound.

Xuan Zun, died!

However, everything is not over yet.

There is one last thing left to do.

King Qing had no expression on his face, holding the Zun-killing spear in his hand, and waved it gently.

The golden shield of light that shrouded the palace instantly disintegrated.

He looked at the Daxia monks in the palace whose expressions changed slightly, and Xia Zhao, who was still sitting on the throne with a graceful temperament, with a bit of a sneer.

"If you want to kill your Majesty, step on my corpse first!" A hoarse voice rang out from the crowd in the strange atmosphere.

It is Pingfenghou.

His back was hunched, as if he had no soul, and his eyes were extremely bloodshot.

But in front of King Qing, who was as powerful as a god, he was the first to stand up as he was usually very unhappy with Xia Zhao and wished that King Qing could replace him.

Prince Qing smiled and shook his head, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago. I wouldn't have waited until now."

"Xia Zhao, I don't have to kill you today and spare your life, or I don't have to kill these Daxia monks." Xia Qing continued.

"But" he paused, then amplified his voice and said every word.

"I want you to meditate on me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed. The Daxia monks lowered their heads and did not say a word, but their thoughts were different.

There must be some who were angry and wanted to kill King Qing to pay for his blood debt, but it is unknown whether any of them wanted Xia Zhao to surrender.

After all, not everyone can stick to their principles in the face of life and death.

Marquis Pingfeng clenched his fists secretly, but suppressed the anger in his heart and said nothing more, waiting for Xia Zhao's decision.

Xia Zhao leaned against the Daxia throne and was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning the faces and eyes of the many Daxia monks under the high platform.

Some people had angry faces, some had complicated expressions, and some were avoiding her gaze, not daring to look directly at her.

Finally, her eyes met Marquis Pingfeng.

Pingfeng Hou did not dodge.

It can be seen that the eyes that used to look at her with dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction were now bloodshot and full of unwillingness.

So she smiled happily.

Finally, Xia Zhao stood up from the throne.

She raised her head and looked directly at the arrogant King Qing above the sky. A cold voice sounded, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Although I am only a woman, I am also Your Majesty Daxia."

"I don't seek to be famous throughout the ages, but I seek to have a clear conscience."

"Now that I sit in this position, I must be worthy of the King of Xia who was passed down to me, the people of the world, and even more worthy of myself."

She chuckled and said: "You can kill me and then take this position from me."

"But I am willing to surrender to an executioner like you."

"Xia Qing, you don't even think about it"
Chapter completed!