Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 238 The sun and the moon soar in the sky, Empress Nanyan! (The 5K2 chapter asks for subscription!)

"Hoohoo."

Panting heavily, Ji Qiu clenched the Yuanyang sword in his hand that was shining with red glow.

An overhaul of the later stage of Jindan!

Just like that, he fell under his sword!

"The power of Taoist soldiers is really tyrannical!"

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Ji Qiu was excited:

"I hold this sword, and even the great Daoist in the later stage of the Alchemy Realm will cut it off. How can I resist it under the whole world?"

His eyes glowed with splendor and scorching heat, but after a while, he shook his head again, silently recited the Daoist Purification Sutra in his heart, and guarded the altar quietly, free from distracting thoughts.

The divine sense that Yuanyang Daobing concluded with him faintly affected his mind.

At the moment when Zhao Mu was beheaded and his mind was relaxed, Ji Qiu didn't notice for a while, and was almost influenced by the nature of the Taoist soldier, and almost forgot that this is the sword to kill Dao!
"Don't let your guard down!"

"Otherwise, the previous three masters of Yuan Yang Sword will be my end!"

Putting his index finger and middle finger together, he slashed across the blade of the sword. Ji Qiu looked at the Yuanyang Taoist soldiers emitting a crimson gleam, and at the blood stains on them. Very afraid.

There is no good or evil in a utensil, it all depends on the person who uses it.

Remember, you can't be controlled by artifacts, otherwise, it will be a disgrace to the sword user!

Keeping this in mind, Ji Qiu opened his sleeves, and the three-foot long sword turned into a small red sword in just a moment. A red light flashed, and then returned to Ji Qiu's long sleeves, disappearing.

At this time, the other party's battle has also come to an end.

The puppet lord Yan Que roared with all his might, fighting to the point of blood, but when he looked around, he saw only a big head thrown up against the wind, and the huge movement of the self-detonation, and he felt desperate at the moment:
"Emperor Dog, you are dead, what should I do!"

"Ugh!"

The old ghost's eyes were sunken, and there were two will-o'-the-wisps lingering in them, flickering and extinguishing.

As for his enemies, besides Jianchi Du Bai, there are also Taixinghou, Qingweizi and others.

With one against three, there is no chance of winning!
This time without the help of the puppet, Yan Que was first half of his body scorched black by Qing Weizi's lightning strike, and when he shouted in anger, it was all.

I saw the young swordsman holding the third-order magic weapon Taihe sword in his hand, a fierce sword light flashed across, and the old ghost's body was instantly split into two, cut into two pieces!

Whoosh!
At the moment when Yan Que's body split apart, there was a soul placed on the golden core, which suddenly left the body, and then at a speed that surpassed the sound barrier, it wanted to escape outside Yanjing.

However, the map of mountains and rivers laid down by Zhang Zihou can calm the soul, so even if Yan Que escapes, he will still be affected, his movements will be slow, and it is difficult to find life!
Seeing Yan Que's fall and the golden core coming out of his body, Du Bai waved his big hand, and the wind howled in an instant, turning into a giant hand holding up to the sky, grabbing the golden core!
"Old Zhugou, today, you are in the hands of my Nanyue Jianchi!"

The giant palm condensed with mana imprisoned Yan Que's soul and golden core. Du Bai was happy at this moment, remembering the scene of Song Danding's last trace of self-destruction when the sect was destroyed, he couldn't help but smile coldly:
"How could this real person let you die so peacefully?!"

"The place where I hid my sword in Nanyue Jianchi was tempered by sword energy for hundreds of years, and it was the most powerful for the creation of the soul. Yan Laogou, since you fell into my hands, you must not survive or die!"

"Let me tell you to live for a few more days. After I reopen the sword pool, I will suppress you, an old dog, to raise a sword in the sword pool. You will be tortured day and night by thousands of knives and wind and frost!"

This young swordsman, who usually doesn't have much expression on the outside, is extremely happy today.

After venting, Du Bai snorted coldly as he looked at a golden pill tightly held in his palm, and then issued nine restrictions, then took out a jade bottle from the storage ring, and sealed it inside.

At the end, Du Bai looked around, clasped his fists and said loudly:

"Today, I was able to subdue and suppress this puppet sect's long-standing old demon to avenge my Nanyue Jianchi lineage's century-old blood feud. You all worked together and paid a huge price!"

"Please also entrust this old devil to my hands. From now on, you will be friends of my Nanyue lineage. As long as I, Du Bai, live for a day, I will never repent of this oath!"

"If you want anything, feel free to come and find me, do what you can, and I will definitely not refuse!"

After all, the swordsman performed a sword ceremony, and without waiting for everyone's reply, he put the jade bottle that suppressed Yan Que's soul into the storage ring.

A century-old blood feud, and the hatred of killing his teacher, Du Bai could not wait to eat Yan Que's flesh and drink his blood.

So no matter how others reply, it is impossible for him to hand over the old ghost's golden core and soul.

Yan Que's life is simply dispensable to all the real people and princes present, and will not be coveted by others.

And then again.

This bloody feud, Yan Que fell into Du Bai's hands.
Thinking about it in the future, not to mention recovering his cultivation base and making a comeback, I am afraid that whether he can die safely in the end is an extravagant hope.

Everyone present didn't care, and waved their hands to give up.

After Yan Que's death, the connection between the soul and the soul was severed, and the body of Taizu Yan, who had been refined by him, naturally became silent, so there was no need to continue to be suppressed by Zhao Huangxi.

As for the other puppet.
Ji Qiu glanced at Baizhang to the right.

Impressively, he saw that the body and chest were pierced through, the whole body was densely packed with fist marks and palm marks, the muscles and bones were broken, and the golden corpse, which had already been completely out of shape, was falling into the small pit on the ground.

Above him was a blue-haired girl in cassock, with a calm demeanor and a relaxed expression.

I saw her bent palm, the top was round and smooth, the five fingers were long and slender, not stained with dust.

You can't see it at all, as if you have just experienced a fierce battle.

Looking at the collapsed Yan Palace buildings on the right side, Ji Qiu couldn't help feeling the strength of the real dragon's blood after harvesting the sword.

In the body of the first life, the fists and feet alone are powerful, not counting the supernatural powers and the true self.

If these things were for him, at least they would have to be accumulated over several lifetimes, otherwise how could they catch up?
"The capital of the sky is limitless in the future!"

Thinking of rescuing Ao Jing from that cave, Ji Qiu couldn't help but feel that his choice in the past was quite wise.

Otherwise, where can I find such help?

"It's over, old sir."

Exhaling a breath, Yue Hongtu finally showed a bit of slack on his solemn face as he watched the haze and blood dissipate.

Over the years, it would be impossible to say that the existence of Zhao Mu and Nan Yan did not bring pressure to him.

Fortunately, Prince E's Mansion has withstood these pressures, and has always kept the enemies of the Northern Yuan Dynasty out of Yanmen Pass, never losing a single bit of territory.

He is worthy of the common people of Nanyan [-] states!

"yes."

"Speaking of which, Shizi's sword just now is the most important thing to win this battle."

"If it weren't for him, you and I would have fallen here today, so that we could behead Zhao Mu and kill the spirit."

Standing side by side with Yue Hongtu, Zhang Zihou, who came back to his senses, looked at Ji Qiu who held his breath and meditated, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

It is no exaggeration to say that this son's journey along the way is like a legend.

Even if he was asked to see him and other literary leaders, he would not feel amazed.

"Zhao Mu's blood sacrificed the whole city of Yanjing to forge his powerful strength in the late alchemy stage. Although it is superficial, it should be considered the best in this world."

"It can cut through his legal domain and break through his spells. The sword Wu Shuang holds is definitely a magic weapon. It should be a Taoist soldier."

"A few days ago, there was news of a Taoist soldier being born in Guangling, which attracted many demons and real people to appear one after another, just to find the trace of the Taoist soldier, but in the end, it was all in vain and fruitless."

"Look now."

Zhang Zihou's eyes flashed with thought, and Yue Hongtu naturally knew the details.

Both of them are people who can shake the world by stomping their feet in Nanyan. How could the two of them not be aware of such a big movement like the birth of a Taoist soldier in Guangling Mansion.

However, since one's own family has inherited it, it is of course not appropriate to make it public.

Let's just call this secret and bury it in the silent city of Yanjing.

Watching the clouds and mists in the sky clear away, light shines in, dispelling the silence of the city a little bit.

This trip is finally complete!

And in the future, like this ray of dawn that breaks through the clouds, it will become more and more prosperous and brighter, until
Like a great sun rising toward the sun, counting all the sufferings of the past hundred years,

Burn out!

At the end of the 14th year of Tianyuan.

Zhao Mu, the emperor of Yan, is fatuous and innocent. He appointed traitors and colluded with evil spirits, causing the country to be torn apart, and the subjects displaced. Later, in order to practice magic arts, he did not hesitate to sacrifice blood to the people of a city. His crimes are too numerous to write down!

At this time, the former prince, Zhao Ziqiong, a descendant of Yanzhao blood, succeeds his father Hui prince 'Jing' to the throne, setting off a battle to bring order out of chaos.

The imperial daughter holds Zhao Huangxi, gathers the human spirit of [-] prefectures, and relies on many forces such as King E's family, Hengqu Zhang's family, Shanye Gaoren, etc., and finally achieves great success.

Afterwards, he drove straight in with mighty force, smashed Yanjing, beheaded the emperor, and completely buried the old era!

Since then, the Tianyuan calendar has ended.

A new chapter is about to begin.

after March.

At this time, Yanjing's dead bones had been cleaned up by the follow-up army, and all were buried in the wilderness outside the city. Ji Qiu and other Jindan real people jointly cast spells to dispel the grievances of more than two million people, and it took a lot of effort.

Although in a short period of time, this place should not become a place of gathering yin, thus giving birth to the stream of ghosts and evil spirits, endangering the common people.

But from now on, when the news that Yanjing has become a ghost city comes out, it is estimated that no one will be willing to come to this former Shenjing to settle down.

Thinking back to the time when the dance pavilion and song stage, and the title of the scholar's gold list on the tower, it was so romantic, the three religions and nine streams of humanity flourished, and Yanjing was the only one in the world, what a boldness!

It's a pity that the wind is always blown away by the rain.

Looking back, it is already in ruins, which only adds to the embarrassment.

The news of Zhao Mu's blood sacrifice to Yanjing came out, and as expected, there was an uproar in Nanyan's [-] prefectures.

Afterwards, the governors of various states and Zhao Ziqiong's line discussed together, and named Zhao Mu with the posthumous title of 'Li'. Because of his crimes and insults to the ancestors, he was not invited to enter the ancestral temple, and the Tianyuan era was not recognized as orthodox.

Therefore, Emperor Yan Li, Zhao Mu, will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever in the history of Gungun, and he will not be able to stand up!

At the same time, after three months of preparation.

The eighteen prefectures of Nanyan were jointly elected by Yue Hongtu, the King of E, Zhang Zihou, the leader of Zhang's Wendao in Hengqu, and Han Changwen, Marquis of Taixing, etc., supplemented by the governors of all the prefectures.

King Jing Zhao Ziqiong, in the Jingzhou Biedian Xinghui Palace, officially announced to the world that he will ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor at the end of the year!
This is what everyone expects, and the world praises it!

From then on, the first legitimate female emperor of the Southern Yan Dynasty was about to be born, ruling the world!

At the end of the year, under the night, there are snowflakes and frost falling, fluttering.

Jingzhou, Xinghui Palace.

As the most prosperous place in the past except Yanjing, all the emperors of Nanyan have renovated other palaces here, so even if Yanjing is deserted, this place can also be used as a place of enthronement.

rustling.
There are two figures, riding on the moonlight, stepping on the thick snow, walking along the official road outside the Xinghui Palace.

One of them, wearing a white coat with wide sleeves and hair tied with jade hairpins, is full of vigor and spirit in his eyes.

The other person was dressed in purple, and his black hair was floating with his steps in the snowy night. Although he was somewhat casual, he could clearly feel a strong sense of majesty from the back view, which almost permeated the air.

It's as if there is a real dragon traveling, majestic and inviolable!

"You will be enthroned tomorrow, how do you feel?"

With his hands behind his back, Ji Qiu spoke calmly, walking forward without stopping.

Snowflakes fell on both sides of his shoulders, but they did not touch his body at all, as if there was an invisible barrier that completely separated him.

Before I knew it, more than ten years had passed.

The young girl who practiced Taoism with him in Zixiao Temple in the past has finally come to where she is today.

And his fate in the simulation has already been completely overturned, and he has entered a new chapter.

"How do you feel?"

"Actually, not that much."

"It's just a little confused."

"I have never been an emperor, let alone bear the expectations of so many people. Can I really bring this dynasty to its peak and revive it to the glory of the Taizu's founding dynasty?"

"It's still in my hands, and it's heading for real decline."

Hearing Ji Qiu's words, Zhao Ziqiong raised her head and looked at the snowflakes floating all over the sky. Even if she was going to sit on the throne that symbolized the highest tomorrow, she didn't feel much joy in her heart.

The only thing I have is full of disappointment, and I don't know how to vent it.

Her thoughts began to recall the past.

First, the figure of the father, who has gradually become unclear, and then the civil strife in the palace, and the fleeing thousands of miles away.

During that time, the memories brought to her were gray.

At that time, Zhao Ziqiong never thought that one day she would be able to return to that Yanjing and completely bury her former enemy with her own hands.

Like a dream.

Except for childhood memories.

What occupied most of her memories was her later experiences.

Zixiaoguan studied Qingweizi, studied magic arts with Jiqiu, and sought immortality, and then met Zhang Zihou, and began to study the so-called literature and governance according to Prince Hui's entrustment.

This period of time was boring, but the memories it brought her were unprecedentedly stable.

Then later on. Commanding soldiers, gathering Qi, refining Zhao Huangxi, and gradually embarked on the path of upholding the destiny, everything seemed so logical.
But in fact, Zhao Ziqiong knew.

Without the support and great help of so many people behind her, she would never have made it to where she is today.

Among them, Jiqiu is the most important.

Up to now, nearly 20 years of companionship, unwavering support in the midst of hardships and hardships.

Such feelings, in her extremely short life, how can the word 'friend' be easily summed up.

Even if it's a close friend, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that.

Sometimes, Zhao Ziqiong felt that Ji Qiu was more suitable to be the emperor than her, and she was willing to do so.

But when she mentioned it to Ji Qiu intentionally or unintentionally, he always smiled and shook his head.

He always said that she was more suitable to be the emperor than he was.

However, Zhao Ziqiong never understood.

Where can she be better than him.

When she lost her mind, the cold wind blew past, blowing the strands of her temple hair, covered with snowflakes, and used it as a decoration.

At this time, the young man walking by her side saw the woman lost his mind, and after listening to the sad words she just said, he seemed to have seen through what she was thinking, and stopped for a moment.

Then, a warm palm slowly patted on the woman's shoulder:
"You can do better."

"After such a long journey, how can you stop at the last step?"

"Ziqiong, the emperor's way, has never been a lonely way."

"As you go along the way, many people will accompany you, your subjects, your comrades, will give you all kinds of help, and at the same time, you will encounter countless difficulties."

"But, that's what you're supposed to do, what you want to do, isn't it?"

"Walking thousands of miles, remember not to forget your original intention."

Speaking of this, Ji Qiu smiled, then moved his palm up and stroked the woman's black hair.

"Remember your father's hatred and expectations?"

"If you remember, take his expectations with you, so that you can become an emperor who lives up to the people and humanity."

"I will wait behind you and watch you grow up, and watch you grow all the way to become a generation of emperors who can truly stand upright."

No matter how much time has passed, in Ji Qiu's eyes, in fact, Zhao Ziqiong is still the little girl who was a little shy and shy when she first met in Prince E's Mansion.

Relying on the expectations of ancestors and fathers, shouldering the orthodox inheritance, and a heart of kindness and responsibility to all people.

She is not going to sit on the throne.

Who else can sit down?

At least in this world, there is no need to go from the bottom up to the last Taiping Uprising.

Feeling the warm touch from the top of her head, Zhao Ziqiong's face turned reddish, then raised her slender arms, and gently pushed Ji Qiu's palm away:

"I'm no longer a child, Brother Shizi."

Zhao Ziqiong's words were somewhat frustrated and helpless.

"So, can you stop treating me like a child like you did when you first met?"

"We... are actually not young anymore."

Turning her head, Zhao Ziqiong looked at the calm man in front of her with a pair of brown eyes, trying to muster up the courage to say something, but after she opened her mouth, she didn't say anything more.

She just fiddled with the snowflakes floating in front of her eyes.

Finally said:
"Look."

"I will do a good job in this emperor."

Since you think, you think I can be the emperor well.

So be it.

For the sake of the ancestors, for the people of the world, for the expectations of the parents, and for the
In short, I will do my best to achieve the ultimate.

The woman in purple thought silently in her heart.

The next day.

The first day of the day dispelled the coldness of the night before, and even the white snow all over the ground gradually melted away.

On this day, Tianyuan has gone, and the New Deal begins.

The title of the first generation, the title is Taishi, which means the beginning of the world and the beginning from then on.

Outside the Xinghui Palace, the salute teams on both sides had already lined up neatly.

Waiting for Nanyan's first female emperor in history.
Get on the golden throne!

(End of this chapter)