King Di Xin Entrusts His Heir; He Burns Himself at Deer Terrace; The Yin-Shang Lineage Ends

Deep in the palace, three enchanting figures were hurriedly packing away the soft treasures.

It is Nine-tailed Fox Daji, Nine-headed Pheasant and Jade Pipa Spirit.

"Sister, leave quickly! Muye is defeated, the army is in disarray, Chaoge City will be defeated within a day or night!" Nine-headed Pheasant's voice was filled with fear, and the charm that used to charm all living beings was gone.

She held a heavy package in her arms, which was full of jewels and treasures. They were all Shang Dynasty secret treasures that she had searched for over the years.

The jade pipa was stuffed into a brocade bag, and the fingertips were trembling.

"That Ji Fa kid and Jiang Ziya hate me to the core. If I fall into their hands, I will suffer the same pain as Demon-Slaying Platform, and will be destroyed physically and mentally!"

Daji's face turned pale. The charm that used to confuse Heaven and Earth was gone, and now there was only endless panic and resentment.

She looked at her beautiful face in the mirror and dug her nails into her palms as she thought of everything she was about to lose.

"Hateful! If Qingxuanzi hadn't preached the truth and Interception Sect Two Saints stood side by side, the battle of Myriad Immortals Formation would have caused the heaven and earth to collapse.

Saint Ancestor Hongjun was furious and exiled all the saints, Empress Nuwa retreated into chaos, how come we have lost our greatest support!"

Nine-tailed Fox cursed bitterly, but could not hide the despair in his eyes.

The dust of the Great Teachings of the Saints game has settled, and they, the monsters attached to the Shang Dynasty's luck, have become the first victims.

The three demons did not dare to delay any longer, and turned into three demonic winds of different colors, rolled up the package, and quietly escaped from the secret passage in the deep palace.

Wanting to take advantage of the chaos to escape from the land of right and wrong, Zhaoge escaped into the deep mountains and old forests to survive.

However, just a few dozen miles after they left Chaoge City, the sky suddenly darkened!

"Monster! Where to go!"

A thunderous roar exploded in the air, shaking the three Demon God souls to pieces.

I saw several figures appearing above the clouds, the leader of which was none other than True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao Yang Jian!

The Heavenly Eye light on his forehead burned brightly, like the scorching sun, firmly locking onto the three evil winds below.

The divine light swept across and Demonic Aura was nowhere to be seen.

Next to him, Lei Zhenzi spread out his wings of wind and thunder, the sound of wind and thunder was loud, and the electric snake swam around with great power.

Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Wei Hu and other three generations of elite disciples of Yuxu also held magic weapons and surrounded them with murderous intent.

"Yang Jian!" Daji screamed, his voice full of resentment and fear.

"You Yuxu Disciple, you are going too far! Shang-Zhou's dispute has nothing to do with us!"

"Monsters confuse Chao Gang, harm loyal people, poison living beings, and commit heinous crimes!

Today is the time for you to execute me and give me your head to appease the wronged souls!"

Yang Jian's voice is cold and emotionless.

He waved Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Blade in his hand, and an unparalleled blade tore through the sky, directly slashing Daji.

Daji screamed and offered an ancient mirror to resist, but the mirror's light was instantly shattered by the sword.

She rolled around in embarrassment, revealing the nine-tailed demon fox body, with its nine giant tails dancing wildly and spitting out pink poisonous miasma.

At the same time, Lei Zhenzi flapped its wings and the wind and thunder roared, instantly intercepting Nine-headed Pheasant.

Golden Cudgel was swayed by a thunderbolt and struck down on the head.

Nine-headed Pheasant hurriedly showed his true colors, with nine heads spewing poisonous fire and poisonous smoke, trying to stop the enemy.

Mu Zha sacrificed Wu Gou Twin Swords, two rays of cold light crisscrossed each other, designed to behead demons.

Jin Zha could no longer hold back anymore and launched out Dragon-Escaping Stake. Seven Treasures Golden Lotus shone brightly and golden rings flew out, heading towards Jade Pipa Spirit.

The demon was terrified and emitted bursts of mind-spinning demonic sounds, but was defeated by the aura of Jin Zha's Seven Treasures and Golden Lotus.

The jade lute showed its real body, extremely hard, trying to resist.

Wei Hu sacrifices Demon-Subduing Pestle, a golden light that specializes in destroying evil spirits and protecting the body.

This is a crushing victory without any suspense.

Yuxu The three generations of elites are all here, with exquisite magic weapons, profound Daoism, and the awe-inspiring righteousness of Tian Xingdao.

Although the three demons have been practicing for thousands of years, how can they defeat them when they lose the protection of the Shang Dynasty's luck and have no powerful secret help?

"No!" Daji let out a shrill, desperate cry.

Yang Jian Heavenly Eye shot out a beam of evil-destroying divine light, piercing through her protective demonic aura.

Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Blade followed closely, with a flash of cold light, and a huge fox head soared into the sky!

The huge body of the nine-tailed demon fox fell to the ground with a crash, stained blood stained the ground red, and a ray of demon soul dissipated in the divine light wailing.

Nine-headed Pheasant had three heads smashed into pieces by Lei Zhenzi Golden Cudgel, and six heads were cut off by Mu Zha's Wu Gou Sword, and his body disappeared.

The body of the jade pipa, under the siege of Jin Zha and Wei Hu, cracked into countless fragments with a "click", and its spirituality was completely destroyed.

Yang Jian and others collected the magic weapon and looked at the monster corpse on the ground with solemn expressions.

Although Demonic Aura was eliminated, in the suburbs of Chaoge City, shouts of killing gradually arose and thick smoke filled the sky.

Deep in the Yin King of Shang Palace, Star-Plucking Tower is towering, but Di Xin no longer has the pride of reaching for the stars and the moon, only the sadness of the end is left.

Star-Plucking Tower is at the top, Di Xin is back to the left and right, and is leaning on the railing alone.

The gorgeous emperor's robe was stained with dark red blood, and his eyes were filled with cobweb-like bloodshot eyes. Di Xin was filled with boundless fatigue, and his heart was heavy and sad.

The scene of Muye's disastrous defeat and slave defection replayed in his mind like a nightmare.

He knows, Shang Dynasty, it's over.

What Seven Hundred Twenty Thousand Years's heritage and what kind of wise and decisive reforms are vulnerable to a blow in front of General Trend of Human Dao who have lost their hearts and their destiny has been transferred.

He was defeated, completely defeated, defeated by people's hearts and defeated by destiny.

A gust of dark wind quietly swept into the hall.

The figure of Shen Gongbao appeared in the palace like a ghost.

He was still wearing a black Daoist robe, but his face was ashen and there was an indescribable complexity deep in his eyes.

The eloquent tongue that stirred up the storm has long since disappeared.

The tragedy of Tong Pass Myriad Immortals Formation, the decline of the Biyou Palace, the 'forced' exile of Sect Master Tongtian and Sage Qingxuan...

He was originally born in the Biyou Palace, but now Biyou Palace cannot protect himself, the saint is trapped in chaos, and he has become a lost dog.

"Your Majesty..." Shen Gongbao's voice was dry and hoarse, and he bowed deeply with unprecedented respect.

"I'm back! But... the situation is over. Muye...Muye The main strength of our army has been lost. Zhaoge...Chaoge City It can only be broken in an instant!"

Di Xin's body shook almost imperceptibly, and his eyes swept over Shen Gongbao.

"National Master, get up." Di Xin's voice was low and hoarse, but it still carried Human Emperor's authority.

"What about the three demons...?"

"When I came, I saw Demonic Qi outside the city soaring into the sky and suddenly scattering.

It is expected that Yuxu Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi and others took action, and the three demons... are probably more likely to be in danger than in danger."

Shen Gongbao stood up and spoke very fast, with a hint of hope.

"Your Majesty, this is not the time to care about monsters!

Zhaoge has become Immortal-Destroying Land, don't stay long!

Myriad Immortals Formation collapsed, the trace of the saint was unclear, and then...

However, Golden Ao Island is the foundation of the Interception Sect, and the formation restrictions still exist!

Please put your Majesty Shang Dynasty Sheji's bloodline first and abandon this city!

I... I risked my life to protect Your Majesty, and with my Shang Dynasty background and imperial bloodline, I escaped East Sea and took temporary refuge in Golden Ao Island!

Although Sect Master Tongtian is temporarily trapped in chaos, Golden Ao Island is the foundation of my Interception Sect. There are many restrictions, which can protect Your Majesty!

When the leader returns one day, or Sage Qingxuan finds an opportunity to break the situation, we might as well make a comeback and restore our Shang Dynasty orthodoxy, Your Majesty!"

When it comes to the back part, even Shen Gongbao feels pale and weak.

A turning point? The saints have been exiled, what other turning point is there?

"Biyou Palace? Golden Ao Island?"

Di Xin murmured again, with an extremely bitter smile on his lips.

Looking up at the chaotic and blurry sky, Di Xin seemed to be able to penetrate the void and see the figures of the saints who were exiled into the chaos by Dao Ancestor Hongjun's own hands.

"Saint Era... It's over, Imperial Master."

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun reorders Primordial World, banishes all saints, and cannot enter the world except Immeasurable Tribulation.

This Great Desolation World is no longer the time when Great Teachings of the Saints is in charge of Heaven and Earth.

Sect Master Tongtian, Sage Qingxuan, trapped in chaos, how can you take care of me?

If I, Shang Dynasty, continue to rely on my orthodoxy, I will only be living under someone else's roof, lingering on and only annoying people.

Jiepai Pass, Myriad Immortals Formation...Tong Pass fought bloody battles, Interception Sect paid for me Shang Dynasty, wasn't the price tragic enough?

Saint Mother Guiling, Saint Mother Wudang, Zhao Gongming... How many powerful true spirits have entered that Investiture of the Gods Scroll?"

Di Xin's voice deepened, with an indescribable heaviness.

Shen Gongbao heard this and his body shook violently, as if he had been struck by lightning.

How could he not know?

Tong Pass Myriad Immortals Formation's tragic situation, Interception Sect ten thousand immortals withered, Yuxu, Western Lands also suffered heavy losses, he has already known this information.

The exile of the saint completely cut off the possibility of external intervention in the human world.

Shen Gongbao's lips moved, wanting to refute, wanting to say that maybe there was A Glimmer of Hope.

But I found that what Di Xin said, every word is like a knife, expressing the cruel reality.

Di Xin slowly raised his head and looked at Shen Gongbao calmly.

There was no trace of reproach or joy in his eyes!

"Ha... National Master, Shang Dynasty lost this battle!

Di Xin stood up, his figure looking particularly lonely in the empty hall.

"I am the lord of Human Emperor Di Xin! Shang Dynasty! The blood of Cheng Tang ancestors!

I inherited this country from my ancestors, and losing it from my hands is all a matter of Human Race, a battle of humanity!

Victory, I accept it! Defeat, I deserve it!

How can it be like a bereaved dog taking shelter under the fence of a fairy?

Even if the fence still exists, I would be ashamed to do it!

This is not the way of a king, nor is it the way of Human Emperor!"

Shen Gongbao was pinned to the spot by Di Xin's words, and the blood drained from his face.

Di Xin's words were like a heavy hammer that shattered his last trace of fantasy.

Yes, all the saints have been exiled, Biyou Palace... what else is left?

I am just struggling with a trace of luck and unwillingness.

Di Xin walked down the stairs step by step, walked up to Shen Gongbao, and stared at him with burning eyes.

"Shen Gongbao! I know you have a good plan, but your relationship with the Biyou Palace is not over yet.

I am not asking for a living today, but I have one thing for you!"

Di Xin took off a simple Dark Bird Jade Pendant from his waist, which contained a trace of luck from the Shang Dynasty Human Emperor in the past.

Put it solemnly into the hands of Shen Gongbao!

"This is Shang Dynasty's royal token!

Take this thing with you, take with you the remaining bloodline of the royal family, and take with you as much as you can!

Leave Zhaoge, leave this place of right and wrong!

Find a secret place and hibernate! Keep the blood of my Cheng Tang ancestor alive!

Let the 'name' of the Shang Dynasty's orthodoxy never end with Primordial World!

This is my final entrustment!"

Shen Gongbao felt Jade Pendant in his hands, and looked at the determination and heavy expectations in Di Xin's eyes, all kinds of feelings came to his heart.

Facing Di Xin's Tuogu, he suddenly knelt down on the ground and knocked his forehead heavily on the cold gold bricks, his voice choked with sobs.

"Your Majesty...Shen Gongbao! Accept the decree! You will live up to your majesty's trust! Even if your body is shattered to pieces, you can still keep the blood of the Shang Dynasty imperial family alive!"

"Okay! Okay! Go quickly!"

Di Xin let go of his hand, turned around, stopped looking at him, and waved his hand, his back looking lonely and lonely.

"Don't look back! Don't let me... see you again!"

Shen Gongbao took a deep look at Di Xin, held Jade Pendant tightly in the palm of his hand, and without saying a word, the figure turned into a dark Evasion light and left quietly.

Muye's blood has not yet dissipated, and Xi Qi's army has crushed Shang Dynasty's last line of defense.

The palace door suddenly opened, Shang Dynasty The last soldier abandoned his weapons and knelt down, and the sound of weapons falling to the ground could not be heard.

Guard Lu Renjie's armor was shattered, and he knelt on one knee in a pool of blood. He looked at the Zhou Army who was pouring into the city like a tide, and suddenly he slashed his sword across his neck.

"Your Majesty! I have done my best!"

The blade of the sword was wiped, and hot blood spattered on the ground, marking the scarlet end of the 720,000-year-old Shang Dynasty.

As the Chaoge City gate collapsed with a crash, and the smoke and dust did not disperse, the scene inside the city had penetrated the eyes of Ji Fa who was riding ahead.

On both sides of Vermilion Bird Long Street, Shang Dynasty nobles crawled on the ground like frost-beaten autumn grass, and their Xuanduan dresses were stained with dust and shivered in the morning breeze.

Viscount Wei Qi walked forward on his knees, held up Chuan Guo Dark Bird Imperial Seal with both hands, his head was buried deeply, and his voice was particularly harsh in the deathly silence.

"Destiny returns to the Zhou Dynasty! The sinners welcome the new master! Di Xin is unruly and will die from heaven!"

Ji Fa reined in his horse and scanned this once famous capital city like a hawk.

Behind him, deep in Jiang Ziya's cloudy old eyes flashed a hint of relief.

The air is filled with war smoke, blood, and... the staleness of a dynasty that is about to collapse.

"Get up." Ji Fa's voice was not loud, but it drowned out the sound of the wind.

Looking past Viscount Wei Qi's flattering back, he landed on Bi Gan's eldest son Bi Gan Yan, the only one standing upright among the kneeling figures.

When Viscount Wei Qi shouted "Destiny is in the week", Bi Gan Yan clenched his palms tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were filled with grief and anger.

These clansmen who were still drunk in Lutai yesterday, now look disgusting.

Jiang Ziya sighed silently, his eyes sweeping over the towering Star-Plucking Tower and the towering silhouette of Lutai in the distance.

Myriad Immortals Formation collapsed, the saints were exiled, and the victory or defeat of this mortal world was finally decided by mortals.

At the top of Lutai, the wind howls.

Di Xin is independent on the nine-level jade steps. At its feet are piled the ancestors' spiritual tablets that were moved from the Ancestral Temple. At the top is the bronze god Cheng Tang engraved with the black bird totem.

Taking off the dusty Dark Emperor Robe, Di Xin reveals the plain white inner coat, just like a sacrifice to be offered.

"The ancestors and ancestors have witnessed -"

Di Xin's roar penetrated the silence of the high platform, and he threw the torch violently at the pyre soaked in fish paste.

"It's not that Zi Zhou is incompetent, it's actually that people's hearts are against him and destiny has changed!"

The flames rose up with a "boom" and instantly engulfed the Shang Dynasty Daoist totem.

The firelight distorted Di Xin's face, Muye slaves defected on the battlefield, Bi Gan's empty eyes when he was gouging out his heart, Viscount Wei Qi's flattering cry... were surging crazily in his mind.

The flames have wrapped around the jade belt around his waist, causing burning pain and bone-piercing pain.

A flash of madness flashed in Di Xin's eyes, and he hit Coiled Dragon Golden Pillar with all his strength!

"Good going!" Di Xin laughed loudly, tongues of fire licking the corners of his robe, and Shen Gongbao's figure flashed past his eyes.

"My Cheng Tang bloodline... will never end!"

The strong wind swept the sparks up to the ninth level, Zhaoge and all the people looked up to see Di Xin burn himself on Lutai!

Ji Fa's face was illuminated by fierce flames, and the scorching air waves carried the ashes towards him.

Ji Fa pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white.

Di Xin's last wild laughter seemed to penetrate the fire curtain and hit the eardrums. The emperor's determination to self-immolate actually caused a chill in his heart.

God-Beating Whip felt hot and trembling in Jiang Ziya's sleeves, and Investiture of the Gods Scroll sensed a majestic true spirit.

Jiang Ziya looked up at the pillar of fire that burned the sky, with the dancing golden red reflected in his cloudy eyes.

Di Xin chose the most tragic and cleanest ending, leaving no chance for the Zhou Dynasty to deal with the previous king.