I am rich in the fairy world

Chapter 578 Confiscation

Chapter 578 Confiscation
Shocking.

The boss turned out to be the real Ghost Emperor.

Hu Qing had guessed before. At most, he guessed that his boss was the leader of the rebel party who rebelled and usurped the throne when the Xi Luo Kingdom was destroyed.

The biggest decent leader is not dead, and the biggest villain is creeping in darkness. This is the most normal plot of the series.

It turns out that it is not a rebellion against the party, but a person's self-game.

Cow.

That's awesome.

Extremely awesome.

Hu Qing couldn't help but pity herself. What if one day I split into two and start killing each other?
Most of the people watching the show had the same idea.

Even the Underworld Envoy looked there with great interest and seemed to be salivating: "Both souls are very powerful."

Hu Qing felt that what he wanted to say was delicious.

But now that the boss has won, he firmly suppresses the split soul and stands quietly outside the golden light, watching his people leave.

Hu Qing took one look and didn't dare to look again. He didn't know why his nose was sore.

However, the host family did not stay quiet for long.

"Your Majesty, do I, Siro, really want the country to be destroyed here?" the old general yelled hoarsely, his heart trembling.

Hu Qing answered him in his heart: The old minister is scared——

The boss looked at the old general who flew up to him and asked calmly: "Why didn't he tell me about his planning of these things?"

The old general lowered his head and then raised his head: "Because Your Majesty has lost the ambition of being an emperor."

This is a loyal minister who swears to be loyal to the royal family even after his death, and regards the royal family as his will to survive. His allegiance is to the throne. If his boss doesn't sit on that throne, he will be loyal to the one who sits on top.

"Your Majesty, it's still too late. As long as we destroy the Gate of Hell, Shi Luo will still be Shi Luo. Even - we can turn the whole world into Shi Luo."

The old general's words were crazy, but other civil servants and generals agreed.

The boss said: "You are all crazy because I led you crazy together. All sins started with me, and now they will end with me."

After saying that, he struck at the old general with one palm, and the fierce attack forced him closer to the fire of hell.

"Everything is my fault, and I alone bear all the sins. My dear friends, go find a new life, and don't be trapped in Siro's death situation anymore."

"Your Majesty!" The old general was so anxious that his eyes were scarlet: "With this departure, there will be no more Silla in the world. The royal family - only you!"

The boss said: "Didn't Silla also come from nothing, and now he is back to nothing. General Fan, I am sorry for all of you. Let Silla's shackles be broken."

The old general didn't want to. The total life span before and after death was more than one hundred thousand years! The Fan family has been loyal and loyal for generations, how could they just give up?

The ghost horse was restrained and the sun was rising. The old general said with a stern voice: "Back then, Your Majesty did not listen to the advice of good ministers, which caused disaster in Xiluo. The old minister thought that His Majesty was young and could not bear to criticize harshly. It was the fault of the old minister for his inability to supervise the country. Now, Your Majesty, I made another mistake. This time, I will ask for the dragon-beating whip given by the founding ancestor, so that your majesty will know when you have strayed!"

what?

Everyone was shocked. Is this going to cause internal strife?

Hu Qing was shocked. He didn't expect to see the big plot of family, country, court, monarch and ministers competing in the fairy world. This, this, this - indeed, there is everything in the fairy world!

Please come out with the dragon whip, the golden light is shining and impressive.

Hu Qing screamed in his heart: I want, I want, I want—

The civil and military ministers were shocked: "Old General——"

Old General: "Your Majesty, please repent."

The boss's always calm face was now full of pain. He glanced at the whole place and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone——"

Everyone looks at it.

"Please give us your Majesty some time."

Is this a private matter?
Now the people coming in are all people from the nine sects and nine tribes. Everyone has the same mind. It saves their energy to waste them by themselves. They all took a step back.

Dongjia was the first to fall into an open space, which was close to the golden light. The originally filled Rakshasa ghosts had already melted into the ghost gate.

The ghosts fell down one after another, and their positions were clearly the same as the one on both sides of Jun Qishang's civil and military station. The old general stood at the front of the queue, with the dragon whip floating in front of him and ready to move. If the Ghost Emperor dared to say anything disobedient, it would whip it hard.

"Your Majesty, please change."

The old general's facial lines were stretched straight, and his eyes were filled with obsession that was stronger than mountains.

His boss looked at him, and he looked at his boss, deadlocked.

Civil and military officials: "Your Majesty, please change it."

The host slowly looked at the familiar people. Originally, they were not like this.

puff.

"Your Majesty——" All the officials panicked.

"Boy, Bi Xuan, I'm sorry, teacher! I'm sorry, all my lords!" Dongjia knelt down on his knees with a thud, his clothes turned into grand imperial sacrificial robes, he put his hands on the ground, put his forehead to the ground, and roared loudly : "I, kneel down and send the teacher off on his way!"

He raised his head, with tears streaming down his face, and then lowered his head again: "I kneel down to send all my beloved ladies on their way!"

Lift it up again, then lower it down: "I, kneel down and send the people of Shiluo on their way!"

Wow, the ministers knelt and collapsed on the ground, and the old general was trembling: "You, how dare you kneel - how dare you kneel -"

Back then, you dragged the entire Ciro to hell and you didn’t even kneel!
The ghost people who had recovered their souls were crying in the golden light.

Why, why, why is this all happening?
The heaven and earth mourn, the blood moon weeps, countless Rakshasa ghosts no longer struggle, go through the fire, salvation, and purification in an orderly and numb manner, transforming into men, women, and children, taking one last look with tears on their faces, and entering the gate of hell without looking back.

Everyone watched all this quietly, with unspeakable sadness in their hearts. Although it was obviously nothing to do with them, human beings' joys and sorrows are sometimes connected.

The blood moon disappeared without knowing when, and the sky gradually became brighter, becoming clear and empty. The gate of hell is still open, and the underworld messenger rests against the pillar.

All the Rakshasa ghosts have disappeared.

The regional fire that burned across the entire sky converged into the shape of a passage, and the flames jumped out with beautiful patterns on it.

Past the flame passage is the avenue of golden light, with dots of golden light leading to the steps in front of the ghost gate like fireflies.

There were also ghost emperors and their civil and military ministers who cried until they lost their voices and cried until they convulsed.

The old general stood up first, but fell down when the wind blew him.

"teacher--"

The old general waved his hand, and the general's armor turned into a commoner. He refused to be helped by anyone, and without looking at the Ghost Emperor again, he led the war horse towards the avenue of flames.

Walking through the flames, walking through the golden light, and walking to the pillar in front of the Ghost Gate, he stopped, and the old man holding the old horse half turned around and vaguely smiled at the Ghost Emperor.

That smile seemed to say: You finally did something an emperor should do.

One by one, following in the footsteps of the old general, he walked this road of regaining his sobriety. Some of them smiled at the Ghost King, and some of them didn't even look at him again, and all of them entered the gate of ghosts, never to see each other again.

Everyone was already standing together, looking at the Ghost Emperor in silence.

The Ghost Emperor did not want to enter: "I should give an explanation to Heaven for all my sins."

Hu Nuan asked Hu Qing: "Mom, what do you mean?"

Hu Qing's expression was complicated: "He took the initiative to ask for lightning strikes."

Hu Nuan: "Ah - isn't it also death?"

Hu Qing sighed: "That way he would feel better."

Fan Lao silently put away the flame and put the blindfold back on.

Hu Nuan glanced at Hu Qing and put away the golden light.

The messenger glanced at Hu Qing and put away his merits.

Merit? Virtue? !

Hu Qing jumped down and hugged the familiar position: "Oh my -"

Heartbreaking.