Surrounded by thousands of eunuchs, Feng Wang Qiang stood up.

His bones and muscles have long since been completely broken, and it was all due to the powerful divine will of the divine veins that he left the last ray of vitality. ::

When he got up at this time, his muscles and bones were flowing down like mud, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Kings"

Yutian leaned forward, wanting to help, but did not dare to reach out.

He was afraid that as soon as he stretched out his hand, King Feng's whole body would shatter.

The rest of the eunuchs around were also worried and apprehensive.

Feng Wang's hair was disheveled, and thick blood was flowing from his hollow eye sockets.

He couldn't speak, his throat had long since rotted into a ball, and at this moment, he shook the air with divine will and made a sound:

"Wangquan Daoist, you are amazing!"

He had expected that Daoist Wang Quan would win, but he did not expect that he would win so quickly.

He didn't even think that he didn't even take a move.

Although this move was unexpected, it was also known that the martial arts cultivation of this Taoist king had already reached a level that he could not understand.

Losing is not wrong.

An Qisheng's expression was indifferent, neither happy nor sad, just watching quietly.

"For tens of thousands of years, how many dynasties have changed in the world, and every hundreds or thousands of years, there will always be chaos in the world, and the people will not be able to live."

Feng Wang's dark eye sockets looked at An Qisheng:

"The widow has inherited two hundred years of Yu Lie, and I thought that he would rule the country and create a foundation that has never existed in the world."

An Qisheng's expression did not change.

Unity has never been easy.

There are still many countries on top of Xuan Xing. Jiufujie is ten times larger than Xuan Xing, but it is far worse than Xuan Xing in all aspects. How easy is it to unify?

From ancient times to the present, it is not only King Feng, but also Dafeng who wants to unify the world.

Legend has it that long ago, there were even gods and men who wanted to unify the world, but in the end, they had no choice but to give up.

Unifying the world requires not only peerless force, but too many things.

With only one divine weapon?

In fact, even in the absence of his own shot, he ultimately failed, and dragged the entire Feng Nation into a decades-long war.

How many corpses are there?

Two hundred years of ambition, in the end, only got devastated mountains and rivers.

"Now that I think about it, it's just a joke"

He raised his trembling hands, combing his final appearance.

At the end of his life, Feng Wang thought he would be crazy and hysterical, but unexpectedly, his heart was calm.

The past and the past surged through his heart like a tide, but he himself, like a bystander, was not touched at all.

The loose hair was combed by him, and his blood-flowing eye sockets looked at the sky:

"After the widow's death, I don't know how many people are called kings, and how many are widowed!

I do not know this great foundation, who can take it? "

The voice floated on his own, and the last breath of his body had dissipated.

The grand plans of life, all the ambitions, all the high spirits, the great talents, and the unwillingness to resent it, also dissipated.

"Kings!"

"Kings!"

"Owner!"

As King Feng's breath dissipated, Yu Tian and the other eunuchs were shocked, and immediately fell to their knees and cried bitterly.

Thousands of eunuchs burst into tears, and they all burst into tears.

This cry seems to be contagious, and it has spread in an instant, and the big king city is covered by the cry for a while.

"Can the king go alone?"

In the sound of crying, Yu Tian raised his long hair and slid his palm across his neck like a knife:

"Sir, come to accompany you!"

puff~

In the spray of blood, he was exhausted.

"Father-in-law!"

The cries of the eunuchs around him stopped for a while.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of eunuchs kowtowed heavily, grabbed the ground with their heads, and splattered blood in the royal city.

The **** atmosphere was in full swing.

"Poor, pathetic."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Eunuchs have always been sick, but most of them are loyal ones, such as Cao Tiangang, Yutian, and all the eunuchs who committed suicide.

But they forgot that the category of eunuchs was born because of kings.

In the bursts of howling, An Qisheng paced.

Wherever they passed, a group of eunuchs and armored soldiers gave way.

No matter how grieved, how unwilling, but no one dared to swing a knife.

Under the darkness at the end of the road, Liu Yanchang and Han Changgong stood with complicated expressions, looking in a trance, like crying and laughing.

Those who have been loyal all their lives have ended like this.

They were at a loss for a while.

"The minister who backs the master, the dog who eats the master"

Liu Yanchang shook his body and seemed to wake up a bit. He looked at An Qisheng, who was pacing, and Feng Wang, who was not far away, who was dead but did not fall. He raised the goose ling knife in his hand:

"What's the use of living?"

After all, he was about to pull his neck when he swung his sword horizontally.

Dang bang~

With a soft sound, the long knife dropped out of hand and flew into the night.

An Qisheng flicked his fingers to fly the long knife, looked at the two lost soul masters, and shook his head slightly:

"The world still exists, and it does not change with the life and death of one person. You are the important ministers of a country, and those who are loyal should be the true masters of the country."

The long knife let go, Liu Yanchang was exhausted and all thoughts were lost.

Hearing this, his body trembled:

"The real master?"

The real master of Feng Kingdom, isn't Feng King?

Han Changgong also looked at An Qisheng with a complicated expression.

The reaction of the two was not surprising to An Qisheng. For tens of thousands of years in the floating world, its environment and characteristics have determined that their thinking cannot surpass the world.

Even if they are the best in the world.

The king of the world, the family of the world, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Jiufujie is different from Xuanxing. There is no sage who shouts that princes and generals are kind, and there is no concept of equality for everyone.

Looking around the history of the Floating World for tens of thousands of years, you will find something that is unimaginable for people in Xuanxing.

That is, there is no such thing as a peasant uprising in Jiufujie.

Qianshou is truly unable to turn around.

Because of power.

A team of Scarlet Flood Dragons is enough to sweep away tens of thousands of rabble.

Even from ancient times to the present, there are almost no Qi meridians killed by ordinary people.

It is precisely because of absolute powerlessness that no one in the upper ranks cares about the people.

Whether it is King Feng, Han Chang Palace, or even the Gong Gong princes above the court, they care about the threat of other countries, the martial arts sect, the Jianghu gang, but no one really cares about the people.

It's not that they don't think about it, it's that they really don't care.

"A country, the real master, is thousands of people, countless people."

An Qisheng looked at the two of them and said calmly:

"They are the real masters of Fengguo and even the world, and they are also the ones you should really be loyal to."

Han Changgong and Liu Yanchang were shocked.

An Qisheng's calm words contained his extremely tyrannical spirit.

Between the words, they were slightly in a trance, as if they saw another completely different world.

In that world, everyone is virtuous, everyone respects the elderly, everyone loves the young, there is no uniformity everywhere, no one is full of warmth, there is no war, there is no killing, and the princes break the law and the common people.

"what is that"

The dazed look on Han Changgong's face gradually faded, and he couldn't help asking.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and replied to his question:

"Datong World."

"Datong World"

Han Changgong smiled wryly and shook his head, how could such a world exist,

He sighed and asked:

"What do you want to do next?"

An Qisheng looked at Han Changgong, and there was a ripple in the depths of his eyes:

"First, a makeover for you"

"Makeover?"

Han Changgong was startled

Datong World is the ideal country that Xuanxing longed for in ancient times.

It's an aspirational, but unrealistic wish.

The world is public, people are selfless, and Xuanxing has never been able to achieve these simple words.

Not to mention asking everyone to do it?

An Qisheng proposed this concept, but it was just a thought and an excuse for Han Changgong and Liu Yanchang to live.

In the two of them, he saw the intention of death, which was truly lifeless.

Under the infection of his powerful divine will, the two regained the idea of ​​​​living.

After all, they still need to take care of the aftermath.

He has always done things with a beginning and an end. After killing King Feng, the subsequent turmoil will inevitably disappear.

However, the aftermath was more troublesome than he imagined.

It took him less than half a day to kill King Feng and suppress Dragon King Kai, but it took him more than three months to deal with the aftermath.

In the past three months, he first changed the face of Han Chang Palace, then cleaned the royal city, and swept away the aftermath of the Han Chang Palace.

Under his powerful "persuasion", the Manchu civil and military were "convinced" by him and completed the change of the throne.

"Long live my king!"

The mountains and the tsunami sang like a tsunami.

The 'young' King Feng, wearing a dragon robe and a crown of the emperor on his head, was surrounded by his ministers, calmly set foot on the imperial steps, and walked towards the throne that symbolized the highest position in the world.

Looking at this throne, which symbolized supreme power, there was no joy in his heart.

He had seen this throne many times, but he never thought that one day he would sit on this throne.

Accept the adoration of former colleagues.

"All the Qing families are free from courtesy!"

Under the embarrassment, the young King Feng's calm face was filled with a touch of disappointment, and he said calmly:

"If you have something to play early, if you have nothing to go back to the court."

The ministers stood up respectfully and said their political affairs.

Among the ministers, Huang Fu looked in a trance.

He looked at the young King Feng above the imperial rank, and for some reason, he always felt an inexplicable familiarity. ~ In fact, before this, he had never heard the name of this 'Prince'.

"Qintian Supervisor Han Changgong died in battle for his country, and he was buried with great honor. Liu Yanchang escorted the **** for meritorious service, rewarded thousands of taels of gold, and hundreds of brocades."

A squire came forward to announce the decree:

"Let Wuguan Lingtai Lang, Huang Fu take over the post of Qintian Supervisor, there must be no mistake!"

"Thank you King for the reward!"

Liu Yanchang took a step forward and bowed down expressionlessly.

Huang Fu was startled, then walked out of the crowd, suppressed the unspeakable sadness in his heart, and bowed in response:

"Huang Fu thanks Wang En."

"Be flat"

The young King Feng had a sullen face, as if he was looking at the court officials, but his mind was flying high.