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Chapter 1827: Real or False?

"The most powerful being in the universe of gods and Buddhas is not here..."

Jiang Ding withdrew a trace of his soul from the Wanfa Tianshu.

Unfortunately, he couldn't use this information.

If he were at the peak of his celestial power now, he would dare to pick any force to attack, try to break into one place, and execute all the creatures who had committed capital crimes against the human race.

If you can't win, just run away. That process must be very enjoyable.

However, it is not without benefits. At least now the probability of Da Ri Jian Zi being killed by the Supreme Super Class has been reduced.

The Sun Palace cannot ensure that he will escape from the Supreme Being.

It can only be said that there is such a possibility. If you run away in advance and are not ambushed, you can escape. If you lose the initiative and are blocked by the Supreme, there is a great possibility that you will be killed by the Supreme.

"Now, we are just waiting for my guests to arrive."

Jiang Ding looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

Time passes slowly.

In the world community, a group of ant-like black dots move back and forth, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, being born and dying, with nothing new in the back and forth movement.

No matter how many people die, the population will be at its peak again hundreds of years later.

As a race, individuals of the human race are fragile, but the vitality of the population is incomparably tenacious. Life will take root and grow spontaneously and gradually prosper. You don't have to worry about anything.

This is no wonder, even many righteous human strongmen are often indifferent to mortals.

Because there are too many.

Because vitality is so tenacious.

Life and death is an ever-changing and boring cycle, and every ten years is a generation. It is a misfortune to place too much emotion on such a short life. The strong will subconsciously stay away from these mortals instinctively, otherwise the accumulation of sadness will make the strong depressed.

The strong ones from the immortal sect are not indifferent to mortals, but rather stay away from them and respect them.

Before we knew it, more than two thousand years had passed.

On this day, Da Ri Jian Zi once again turned his gaze to the human world.

The Dayu Dynasty, which was the first to establish the Xin Dynasty, finally came to an end after lasting for more than 3,000 years. Most of the country's territory was lost, and only a corner of the capital remained.

"Kill!"

"False King, come out and die!"

"Except for the fake Yu King, the rest can be spared from death!"

The ten-direction army surrounded the Yu Palace, which was formed by countless bones and flesh, and the sounds of shouting and fighting shook the sky.

The red dragon energy has strict rules, far surpassing the black and red dragon energy of the Dayu Dynasty that is mixed with endless resentment and blood. The ambush from all sides will begin today.

The situation has completely reversed!
Looking back over the past two thousand years, King Yu Yuyong defeated all those he faced and conquered all those he attacked without a single defeat. He dominated the world and chased King Tu to heaven and earth, forcing him to flee everywhere in fear. He narrowly escaped death several times and even lost his wife and children. The old brothers under his command were replaced one after another.

How brave was King Yu at that time?
Now, it is the end of the road.

The new Da Tu Dynasty has been established, and it occupies almost the vast majority of the middle thousand worlds and small thousand worlds. It is supported by many people, and the people's hearts are truly gathered. Billions of people are firmly gathered around this hope, and they cherish all of this.

"Your Majesty,"

"Please let me be the vanguard to break through the pseudo-king's capital and capture this thief alive for you!"

A sturdy man in helmet and armor knelt in front of Tu Sanyi and said excitedly.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to..."

"My king, why do you need to do it yourself to defeat the fake king..."

One after another, brave generals came forward to ask for battle, with fighting spirit soaring to the sky and murderous aura in the air.

They must all be top-notch heroes in the realm, and have experienced countless life-and-death battles on the battlefield. They have commanded the army and comforted the people. They can be said to be both civil and military talents, and have a solid foundation. It was the time when the dynasty was founded and flourished with many talented people.

Amidst the calls of countless brave generals for battle, the king was in a daze.

No response for a long time.

"His Majesty?"

A woman wearing a phoenix crown whispered, "This is the Queen Li of the Great Tu Dynasty. His wife's family helped Tu Sanyi a lot in starting his business. The couple loved each other very much and had three sons and one daughter.

"Oh?"

"oh oh!"

Tu Sanyi woke up with a start, looked down, and immediately knew what was going on. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Tell Yu Yong that he and I are from the same hometown. If he is willing to surrender and offer his inheritance, only one person will die, and I can guarantee that the descendants of the family will be rich and prosperous for the rest of their lives."

"Your Majesty! You must not..."

Once this statement is made, countless princes and generals will oppose it.

During these two thousand years of fighting, countless princes, dukes and ministers had their relatives killed at the hands of King Yu. He wished he could eat their flesh and sleep on their skin, so how could he let their families go?

The previous shouting was nothing but a deception.

"No need to say more!"

Tu Sanyi said in a deep voice.

"Yes... Your Majesty."

The many princes, generals and ministers below were unwilling to accept this, but they did not dare to oppose the founding monarch who had made great military achievements, so they could only bow in greeting.

The charter was thus determined, and the envoy was about to be sent out.

Tu Sanyi was suddenly stunned.

Then he fell silent.

All the princes, generals and ministers in the hall were also stunned.

In the distance, flames shot up into the sky from King Yu’s palace. The crackling sound of burning beams could be heard continuously. From time to time, they collapsed and submerged the palace. Countless people were covered in flames and wailed miserably.

Many of those wailing people were princes and grandchildren of Dayu.

Everyone knows the answer.

……

"what!"

"Father! Spare me!"

"I don't want to die..."

"Father, Daddy, please forgive me, I am still young, still young..."

In the burning palace, Yu Yong had an indifferent expression. He drew his sword and walked towards the many princes, grandchildren, and concubines in the harem. He cut off their heads, cut open their chests and hearts one by one with his sword, and left many descendants lying on the ground, their blood flowing into the flames, which was then evaporated and burned to ashes.

His daughter, his grandson, infants, and the beautiful and dignified concubines in the harem all fell one after another.

Countless wails, cries, and pleas for mercy did not cause his hands to tremble at all, remaining as steady as cast iron.

Finally, all the wailing fell silent.

All that was left were the crackling sounds of flames, the sounds of collapsing beams, and - the princess of the Dayu Dynasty, the Scorpion Queen Zhou Xiaocui, who had risen from obscurity together with Prince Yu and had experienced countless bloody battles.

The Scorpion Queen was wearing a bright red feather dress and a phoenix crown on her head. She looked as if she was on her wedding day and was extremely beautiful.

She sat in the back seat, watching quietly as King Yu slaughtered her sons and daughters, her many granddaughters and grandchildren, and all her descendants.

She watched quietly without any reaction.

"after all,"

"It was a dream..."

The Scorpion Queen looked at the fiery red sky and sighed softly.

Yu Yong paused.

From the very beginning of the massacre, his gaze was indifferent, cold, and superior, without a trace of emotion for any living being.

But at this moment, images involuntarily emerged in the depths of his eyes.

Starting from a poor farmer, the battles and fights, the nights of companionship, and the emotions, for a reincarnated incarnation like him, are they all false and illusory?
(End of this chapter)