First Emperor's Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

126 Who is the next goal of the empire? (Subscription)

moaning, popping….

Jixi Qinglong Beast, this behemoth, after being shattered.

The bronze wreckage kept falling.

The two cut off their bodies and fell down.

With a bang, it fell to the ground, and the dust spewed out from the ground.

In the end it was silent.

And in the dust mist that filled the sky, a pair of jade legs showed hooks.

Step on the ground.

It is the Zixia Fairy in a purple dress, who is slim.

Remaining and independent.

At this time, on the top of the distant mountain.

The ink giant who witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

Seeing the blue dragon beast that he opened with his own hands, Moxiang’s most powerful forbidden weapon.

Now, it was cut into two pieces by that woman with one sword.

His lips trembled, his face swelled to a purplish red, and his face was uncertain.

Mo’s hundreds of years of hard work, now, unexpectedly, in front of the empire.

The guard next to Ying Lan was slashed with a sword and turned into nothing!

under emotional agitation.

suddenly.

With a snort, he was in a hurry.

The ink giant spit out a mouthful of black blood.

With this black blood spit hook.

Ink looks like a giant, and suddenly slumps.

All the anger, now, has begun to dissipate.

Originally, he was injured.

Now, see this scene with your own eyes.

Simply, in his heart.

“447” further aggravated his injury.

“His Royal Highness, we have found the trace of the giant ink statue! 33

At this time, on the ground, inside the ink ruins.

Several Qin army guards noticed the end of the valley.

In the distance, the trace of the man in the black robe.

Run over and tell Yinglan.

Pointing to the location of the giant ink statue.

“yes….”

Win Lan’s starry eyes.

Follow the sound of their reports and gain insight into the past.

Seeing now, at the end of the mountain, the giant ink man who was sitting on the ground with his face as gray as he held his eyebrows.

“Bring me his head.

Ying Lan turned his head.

Said to Fairy Zixia.

Now.

Under the full moon night, Fairy Zixia’s strength skyrocketed.

Take the head of this ink giant.

Not a big problem.

Moreover, before, in the Moshan Forest.

when they ambushed themselves.

In the face of Zixia, Mo Juzi was still invincible.

More so now.

The giant ink image was seriously injured, while the strength of Fairy Zixia improved by leaps and bounds.

Taking his life should be within reach.

Fairy Zixia nodded.

The figure lightly tapped and stepped into the air.

Walking on the starry moonlight.

Step by moonlight.

Step up.

With a few jogs, they shrank into an inch and came to the end of the distant mountain.

Floating up.

The purple skirt flutters.

The long skirt danced elegantly in the mountain wind at the end of the mountain.

Pale crystal purple pupils.

Looking at the ink giant in front of him, his face was indifferent and did not contain any emotion.

*District mere…  

Seeing now, floating in front of him.

The vast and majestic killing intent is like an endless sea of ​​madness.

From her body, the oncoming woman in purple dress.

Juzi Mo stood up while holding the sword.

A face full of scars.

Now, with determination.

Ink Statue City was destroyed.

The Mo taboo weapon, Ji Si Qinglong, which was opened on the verge of death, was cut into two pieces by a sword.

Inside the Moshan Forest.

Mo disciple, death is death, wound is wounded.

Commander Mo was killed.

Others became prisoners of the Qin army.

Now, ink like.

It has come to an end.

reached the end.

Continuing to struggle by myself is of no avail.

The ink giant smiled miserably.

Unexpectedly, a hundred-year-old ink statue.

Actually, it will be destroyed in your own hands.

Fairy Zixia, the long sword passed by.

Crossed an arc-shaped moonlight.

Puff.

The ink giant has a broken neck.

In the process of the head flying into the air.

Looking at the full moon and stars.

Sprinkling of bright stars.

accompany around.

The ink giant couldn’t help but recall all kinds of situations in the past.

If, at first.

The ink statue did not choose to be the enemy of the empire.

Now, will it be another scene?

However, time cannot be turned back.

The wood is done.

All the regrets were in vain.

A moment later.

Fairy Zixia held the head of the giant ink figure.

Fall gently to the ground.

The lotus moved slightly.

Come to Yinglan’s side.

Gently, stand still.

Moonlight Sword, draw the scabbard.

“well done.”

Ying Lan glanced at her, smiled and said.

Fairy Zixia is still indifferent.

Nodding lightly.

No extra words.

Now, inside the ink ruins.

Ying Lan looked ahead, those who were originally full of hope.

Now, the Mo disciples who were once again on the verge of despair.

Sneer.

“Everyone, all tied up.

Ying Lan said.

“promise!”

Immediately, the Qin soldiers present rushed to kill again.

Soon, these Mo disciples were tied into a twist.

thrown into the prison van.

Awaiting processing.

This time, these Mo disciples, the extent of resistance.

A lot of little hacks.

Everyone was ashen-faced.

After the Qinglong Organ Beast was cut into two pieces by a sword, and the Mo Juzi was headed by the Zixia Fairy Quanzi.

They have lost the idea of ​​resistance.

In front of Fairy Zixia, and the imperial army, the mighty strength.

There is no confidence in any resistance.

On the second day, on the ruins of Moxiangji Sicheng.

All the captured Mo disciples were bound on the temporary execution platform.

Awaiting execution.

A swordsman in the Imperial Army, holding a butcher’s knife.

stand behind them.

“The Mo rebels, rebelled against the Xiongnu, inquired about the remnants of the six kingdoms, and plotted against the Great Qin.

Planning “Yuyang Massacre, involved a lot, almost burying 200,000 people of the empire, the crime cannot be punished.

“Now, decapitate all Mo Rebels, shock the world, and set an example! 99

Yinglan is here, after reading their charges.

Immediately, the execution was announced.

Suddenly, all the butcher knives fell.

Puff.

Blood splattered.

All the Mo disciples, together with the old man in the organization, all had their heads rolled, fell to the ground, and blood spattered on the spot.

And in the distance, there is an exceptionally beautiful Bingxue Meiji.

He was tied to a post and knelt on the ground.

His face was miserable, his eyes were red, and he couldn’t bear to open his eyes.

Mo looks like a compatriot, dying tragically in front of him.

She is now in tears.

However, he couldn’t stop anything at all.

Even, she understands.

Next, the one facing the butcher’s knife is himself!

This Frozen Beauty was the last Mo disciple to be beheaded.

After all the remaining evil spirits of ink were headed by the executioner Quan.

Finally, it was her turn.

Now, after being forced to witness a Mo disciple, in front of his eyes.

After being beheaded in public.0

In her heart, from the very beginning, she was crying, suffering, and despairing.

Now numb and stiff.

Heart ashes.

At the moment when the butcher’s knife is about to fall.

Bingxue Meiji raised her head with difficulty and looked into the distance, on the high platform.

The imperial princess who looked at her coldly, won Lan.

In Frozen Beauty’s eyes, some last resentment and hope surged out.

“Xiao Gao, now, the ink image has been destroyed, and you are the only Mo disciple.

“Hopefully, on your way to assassinate the First Emperor, you can succeed. You can really assassinate Qin Shihuang.”

“To kill the monarch of this sinful empire, let the empire fall back into endless wars and wars, and become hell again.”

“In this way, it can be regarded as revenge for Mo.

“This is Xue Er, her only wish.

“May we see you in the next life!

immediately.

The butcher’s knife fell.

Blood splattered.

Bingxue Meiji felt that the sky was turning around for a while.

The neck is hot and sore.

Immediately, his head fell to the ground.

In the field of vision, it turned into darkness and desolation.

So far, ink.

The ink image is officially declared dead and removed from the rivers and lakes!

In this world, it no longer exists!

Ying Lan was beheaded after all Mo Yu Nie was beheaded.

Get up from the high platform.

Glancing coldly, all the corpses of Mo Yunie were on the ground.

“Burn their bodies.

“The army, rectify for three days, the barracks is up!”

Lightly leave this sentence.

Yinglan left the scene.

“promise!”

Immediately, the Lantian army obeyed.

According to Yinglan’s orders, act on their own.

And Gong lost Qiu, now, pacing.

When he came to the old man in the organ, he rolled down to the ground in front of his head.

Bend down gently.

With the broken half body, he gently closed his eyes for him.

“Old friend, let’s go.

Gong Zuoqiu said softly.

He personally broke ground next to him and buried him.

Send him one last ride.

Now, in the ink statue city, above the mountain shells on both sides.

Several people dressed like peasants, with sneaky figures.

Now, lie down here.

Looking at 2.8 below, the Imperial Army’s beheading of Mo Yu Nie.

They all looked heavy.

“I didn’t expect that we would come a step later!”

The leader of the farm, Xia Kui, said regretfully.

did not think of.

The speed of the imperial army’s attack was so fast.

After they set off from Cong Nong, they hurriedly rushed to the Moshan Forest in a hurry.

But, did not expect, at the last minute.

They are, still, one step too late!

Now, the ink statue has been beheaded and destroyed by the empire.

Next, which sect will the empire have to do with it, I can’t imagine it!

“Xia Kui, what should we do?”

Looking at the corpse of Mo Yunie who was all over the ground.

All Mo disciples have been punished by the empire here.

Even the giant with the ink image has been headed by the spring.

Now, the ink image has been officially declared destroyed.

How is it now?

“go!

Xia Kui said coldly.

Now that the ink statues have been destroyed, there is no need for them to stay here.

Immediately, the position of the mountain peak, the silhouette of people swayed.

Several peasant disciples left this place one after another, leaving in a hurry with endless regrets and confusion about the future.

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