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Late at night, in front of the palace gate.

A figure retreated rapidly, continuously releasing its energy to defend against the attack in front of it.

And in front of this figure, there is a mass of blood-red aura, like a tiger, constantly pounced forward, as if it wanted to swallow this figure in one bite.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that no matter how this figure retreats, it will never be three hundred meters away from the gate of the palace.

The face of this figure is also full of relaxation.

This figure is Zuo Xiang Zuo Qingfeng.

And in front of him, the person who aroused that bloody culture was Zhao Shanhe.

Zuo Xiang easily avoided a burst of Wenqi, and said with a chuckle.

"Twenty-five minutes have passed, Zhao Shanhe, if you don't stop, you will die here."

Once the burning life exceeds half an hour, it will completely enter an irreversible state. At that time, even if the saint comes in person, it is absolutely impossible to save Zhao Shanhe's life.

The one who responded to Zuo Xiang was a sneer.

"Twenty-five minutes? I can hold on for another half hour!"

With a bang, Zhao Shanhe's classical Chinese suddenly bombarded him.

It's just that this classical Chinese is much weaker than it was at the beginning.

When Zhao Shanhe failed to deal with Zuo Xiang in the first ten minutes, he already knew what would happen to him tonight.

In other words, from the very beginning, he already understood what his end was going to be.

Zuo Xiang sighed and said with emotion.

"Zhao Shanhe, I'm not short of time. Even if you can hold on for another hour, it's nothing more than that to me."

"At that time, I can still enter the palace, what's the point of your blocking?"

Zhao Shanhe grinned, with a crazy look on his face, and laughed.

"Then tell me first, what you want to do when you enter the palace, and I'll decide whether I want to put down my style."

Prime Minister Zuo clicked his tongue and said flatly.

"Since you already know my purpose, why do you want me to stop?"

Zhao Shanhe punched down, and Prime Minister Zuo easily dodged it again. Zhao Shanhe spat on the ground and cursed loudly.

"It doesn't matter whether you stop or not, I'm going to die anyway, so why did I stop?"

Prime Minister Zuo sighed softly and spoke.

"Isn't it good to fall into the ghost world and become a ghost cultivator? As long as there is ghost energy, you can live forever. No matter what, you can seek promotion. This is really a beautiful thing."

Twenty-seven minutes.

Zhao Shanhe punched hard and slammed it down, but this time Xiang Zuo stretched out his palm and held it directly.

The literary energy in Zhao Shanhe's body has been exhausted to the point that the left minister no longer needs to avoid it.

Zhao Shanhe was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

So far, he's been a total failure.

When his literary spirit had no way to continue to influence Zuo Xiang, he had no way to stop Zuo Xiang anymore.

Twenty-eight minutes, do you want to fry it directly?

A first-rank great Confucian burns his life and directly explodes his literary energy. Even if he can't directly kill a first-rank peak Confucian like Zuo Xiang, it is still no problem to directly injure him.

To fry, or not to fry.

If it explodes, it may not be able to seriously injure Prime Minister Zuo, Zhao Shanhe will be completely wiped out, and there is no possibility of surviving.

Zhao Shanhe thought that he had completely seen through life and death, but he didn't expect that he would still hesitate at the last moment.

A thought came to Zhao Shanhe's mind.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the palace.

"Master Zuo Xiang, His Majesty the Emperor has a request."

Prime Minister Zuo glanced at Zhao Shanhe and said with a light smile.

"Eunuch Su, it seems that His Majesty the Emperor has made his own choice, but before I enter the palace to face the saint, please ask Eunuch Su to persuade Zhao Shanhe."

Su Sheng turned his head and looked at Zhao Shanhe, the cowardly look he had when he was an eunuch was gone in his eyes.

His self-proclaimed name has also changed.

"Zhao Daru, when you appeared at the palace gate and I did not, you should be able to think of what His Majesty the Emperor meant."

"Such words are cruel, and His Majesty the Emperor does not want the matter to develop to this point."

"That's why the Emperor asked me to tell you that if the matter has reached an irreversible point, then His Majesty hopes that Zhao Daru can respect the entire Daqian and the tens of millions of people in Daqian."

"He, the emperor, can become the last emperor of the human race, but he can't die because of this."

"Even if you fall into ghost cultivation, you are still alive after all, aren't you?"

Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath, and slowly released his clenched right hand.

Zuo Xiang let go of his palm, chuckled lightly, and said.

"Your Majesty has made a wise choice."

Zhao Shanhe sneered and said lightly.

"Wise choice?"

"If at the beginning, Su Sheng, a second-rank martial artist like you, stood by my side, joined forces with Gong Yang Daru, and the three of us were here, even if Prime Minister Zuo came here in person, we would not dare to step over here!"

"Now that the entire Dagan, the entire human race, is about to die because of Prime Minister Zuo, yet His Majesty the Emperor stands up and justly says that it is enough to live?"

"Is this his choice as His Majesty the Dagan Emperor, as the Dagan King!"

Zhao Shanhe shouted and questioned.

Su Sheng shook his head lightly, and said.

"Zhao Daru, you have to understand that even if you can stop Prime Minister Zuo here, our human race may not be able to stop the army of the ghost world in the battle between Liangjie Mountain."

"Left Prime Minister is only an assistant after all, and if there is no Left Prime Minister, once the Two Boundary Mountains are broken, the human race will not be able to survive after all."

"At that time, it will be the real loss of life, and no one will be spared."

At this time, the time has reached twenty-nine minutes.

Zhao Shanhe's face was full of ruddy, and his whole body was full of blood, which had gradually turned deep red.

This is a sign of the irreversibility of burning life.

Su Sheng sighed lightly, with a trace of coldness in his eyes, he spoke.

"Zhao Daru, none of us know what happens after falling into ghost cultivation."

"You can die for your obsession, but you can't drag everyone to be buried with you."

Zhao Shanhe looked at Su Sheng and remained silent.

After a while, Zhao Shanhe suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hehe, when did the things left by Confucius become obsessions?"

"When did it become an obsession for the prosperity of the human race?"

"When did it become an obsession to avoid wives, children, and children, and to prevent the ghost world from harming the human race?"

Su Sheng was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"For Dagan now, this is obsession."

Zhao Shanhe laughed out loud suddenly, his tongue burst into thunder, and he cursed loudly.

"As for the current Dagan, what about the previous Dagan!"

"I am the first emperor, and I will rule the Kyushu with my own power! Before I die, I will set the order of the country, and my human race must not collude with the ghost world!"

"This is also obsession!"

"The emperor of the dog day! You should die!"

It's thirty minutes.