"Killing tens of millions of people and saving tens of millions of people, how can I do anything wrong?"

"What do you think?" Xia Qing looked at the Daxia monks and suddenly asked: "Is it wrong to kill one person to benefit the world?"

silence.

A small discussion ensued.

"That seems right?" Someone finally said cautiously and tentatively.

If the human race did not have the ancestral realm, and the war between the two races really started, more than tens of millions of humans would die.

This is not a fantasy.

You must know that in the first battle between the two races, the number of humans who died in the sky at the hands of the demon race even reached tens of millions.

Under such a balance, it seems

At a time when many Daxia monks were hesitant.

Xia Zhao sneered, cold and calm.

"Punish whoever wants to harm the world, instead of killing tens of millions of innocent people in the name of exchanging peace for the world."

"If we must first raise the butcher's knife against our own people before we can protect the human race, then our human race deserves to be exterminated." She spoke loudly, and her words struck people's hearts like bells.

"Xia Qing, you don't deserve it and you don't understand."

"Killing innocent people is harmful to the laws of heaven. It is harmful to the laws of heaven without knowing it, but you think that what you are doing is a natural thing and a just and awe-inspiring thing. If you become this Great Xia Lord, I will worry about the world."

Xia Qing's face gradually darkened, as if a fig leaf had been lifted. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Xia Zhao, are you really not afraid of death?"

"Kill if you want. Why are you nagging like a bitch?" Xia Zhao said sarcastically without any fear.

King Qing held the spear to kill the emperor, his eyes were as bright as divine fire, "Xia Zhao, do you really think I dare not kill you? Even if I kill you, I can still sit on the throne of the Great Xia Master, although my luck will not be as good then.

It’s better to gain a Zen position than nothing, isn’t it?”

"Moreover," he looked around at the Daxia monks, with a sinister look in his eyes, and said directly: "If you are willing to meditate today, Xia Zhao, I will still need you to be used by me in the future, and all of you will be able to live."

, if you refuse, then everyone will die."

"I, Xia Qing, have never been a soft-hearted person."

The picture is poor and can be seen.

After failing to persuade and force him to death, King Qing used his last resort to kidnap Xia Zhao for the benefit of everyone.

As soon as these words came to light, the expressions of Daxia monks in the palace became extremely exciting.

"Your Majesty, Prince Qing, is right. We have lost Chang'an, which is irreversible.

And whether you are in Zen or not, the position of the Great Xia Master today will eventually fall into the hands of King Qing, so why would you risk your life for nothing?" One of the very old monks said.

.

Although he is old, he is still energetic and his eyes are like golden lamps.

"Marquis Feng Xun, what do you mean? You are greedy for life and afraid of death, so you want to give the Zen position to such a beast?" Chang'an Guard Anxi Marquis asked the old monk with his eyes about to split.

"This is not greed for life and fear of death, but a rational analysis. Your Majesty insists on not taking the Zen position. Will there be any big changes in the outcome of this matter?" Another eighth-level Daxia monk stood up with a compelling look.

He said calmly.

"You are clearly greedy for life and afraid of death! Prince Qing is a cold-blooded and ruthless thief, how can you allow me to give the Zen position to this person?" Chang'an Guard Anxihou was furious.

Among the crowd, people from both groups were also discussing constantly.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I want to die on the battlefield outside the territory, not here!" Soon, a new Daxia monk stood up and looked around the audience, "Comrades, you will die here today.

Are you willing?"

As soon as these words came out, the quarrels suddenly became less frequent, and many people stopped talking.

This is a fact.

It is extremely difficult to cultivate to their level. Even if you die, you will die in a battle with the demons.

"King Qing is expected to complete what Daozu did not complete back then. Those who achieve great things will not stick to trivial matters!"

"indeed so"

The direction of the wind has changed silently.

King Qing looked at this scene and sneered in his heart.

He had already expected all this.

This is the bad nature of human beings, and even monks are not immune to it.

"Xia Zhao, what do you say now?" Xia Qing tilted his head and said with a smile.

Everyone's eyes were turned to Xia Zhao at this time.

What she says next will determine the life or death of everyone present.

"May I return home with you, Your Majesty!" A hoarse voice sounded at this time.

Xia Qing turned around and looked.

Pingfenghou.

He raised his eyebrows and hit the spear with a slight wave of his hand.

The golden light fills the sky, and the divine flames are like a turbulent sea, striking the sky with fury.

There was a roar.

Pingfenghou was shrouded in golden light, and his body exploded into pieces, turning into a ball of blood mist, and he died.

The Eighth Realm monks are nothing more than ants in front of Xia Qing now.

"When I talk to Xia Zhao, when will it be someone else's turn to make noise?" Xia Qing's face was ferocious.

Seeing this, Xia Zhao just smiled miserably, closed his eyes and said, "Just do it."

Chang'an has fallen, so she will fulfill her promise and return with Chang'an.

The gloom in Xia Qing's eyes became more and more intense.

He never expected that Xia Zhao would be so persistent, so stubborn, and so stupid.

The gloom in his heart made him hang above the sky, his face becoming more and more ferocious.

After a moment of silence, Xia Qing finally made up his mind and slowly raised the killing spear in his hand.

"Xia Qing, do you dare?"

There were words accompanied by a sword light.

A ray of sword light cuts through the sky like a shooting star, like a white rainbow rising from Qingping and traveling in Qingming.

Even as powerful as Xia Qing, the moment he heard this voice, his heart suddenly stopped, and with a quick thought, a huge golden light shield rose from the ground of Chang'an City, blocking the sword light.

Beyond Chang'an.

It can be seen that the owner of this voice is very intimidating.

The sword light dissipated, and the figures inside gradually became clearer.

Wearing a green shirt, there is no sword in his hand, and his sword intent is soaring to the sky.

Xia Zhao, who had already closed his eyes and leaned his neck to be slaughtered, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the figure outside Chang'an.

"You came"

Outside Chang'an.

The green-shirted swordsman murmured softly: "I'm late."

Chang'an Sword Immortal, Li Qiubai.

After learning about the bloody massacre of Chang'an by King Qing, he immediately returned to Chang'an.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late after all. At this time, King Qing had already been promoted to half-ancestor.

But it's not too late after all, because she is still alive.
Chapter completed!