Royal Road Qingtian

Zuo Xiaoduo was silent for a while.

"You just say... I stopped you and didn't let you go. I want to hear what grandma Zuo has to say, just a few words." Wang Lingyun said.

Zuo Xiaoduo understood.

This old man still has a little extravagant hope in his heart, or it is the last bit of unwillingness.

Zuo Xiaoduo took out his cell phone expressionlessly, dialed Wu Yuting's number, and turned on the speakerphone: "Mom."

"Dog, what's the matter?" Wu Yuting's voice came out.

"That's right, the Wang family stole something from our house, I came to get it, but they wouldn't let me go." Zuo Xiaoduo said.

"It's embarrassing for them!" Wu Yuting said angrily, "You stole something from our house and you just want to forget it? What did you steal? Let them pay it back ten times!"

The mother and son cooperated tacitly.

The so-called small knowledge, small words careless, Wu Yuting knew that her son was pulling a tiger's skin to make a big banner as soon as she heard it.

But since it was my son who was doing the work, the mother naturally had to cooperate seamlessly.

side.

Wang Lingyun's tears fell down, and he choked up and called, "Grandma Zuo...I'm Xiaoyun'er..."

On the other side of the phone, Wu Yuting's voice paused: "Little Yun'er? Are you... still alive?"

"Grandma Zuo...it's me..." Wang Lingyun burst into tears.

"Little Yun'er..." Wu Yuting sighed and said, "How many years have you stopped asking about world affairs?"

"It's been... more than four thousand years... four thousand eight hundred years..."

Wang Lingyun choked with tears and said, "Since Ling'er passed away... I can't hide from the world... Well, in fact, before that, I didn't care about anything..."

Wu Yuting sighed quietly: "Then you don't know anything about these years?"

"I do not know."

Wu Yuting's voice came out: "Xiaoduo."

"exist."

"Take Wang Lingyun out."

Wu Yuting sighed, and said: "Don't forget, bring the Jinghong Sword!"

"This..." Zuo Xiaoduo was stunned.

In someone's house, take away their ancestors... how do you say that?

Why are Wang Han and others willing to take this last amulet away?

"If you can't take him away, I will send You Dongtian and Yun Zhonghu there, they are capable of taking him away." Wu Yuting's voice came out faintly.

Yes, not only do they have the ability to take people away, but they also have the ability to destroy the royal family in an instant, and the two heavenly kings, the left and the right, both come here? !

Hearing this message, Wang Han Wang Zhong's face turned ashen.

"From now on, Wang Lingyun has nothing to do with the Wang family!"

Wu Yuting said: "Little Yun'er, are you willing?"

Wang Lingyun choked with sobs and said, "I would like... Grandma Zuo, can I ask... why?"

Wu Yuting said lightly: "Later, your uncle will naturally tell you that the world is impermanent, and the retribution is never good!"

After speaking, I hung up the phone.

Wang Lingyun burst into tears, like an orphan who had been separated for thousands of years and suddenly saw his relatives again.

Although he only heard the sound, his heart was already surging with excitement, and the urge to cry could not be restrained no matter what.

Although Wang Lingyun is also an old man who is tens of thousands of years old, and the fire of life has come to an end and is about to be extinguished.

But the admiration at this moment is so overwhelming that it is difficult to restrain it.

"What do you say?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked.

"I'll go with you." Wang Lingyun responded without any hesitation.

"Old ancestor!"

Everyone in the Wang family knelt down neatly.

Wang Lingyun took a deep breath and said, "I'll go and see what you have done. If...you are truly unforgivable...then, I won't come back...you don't want to tarnish any more, ancestors Glorious, Jinghong Sword, I will take it away."

"If there is still room for redemption, I will beg Grandma Zuo to let me come back with Jinghong Sword."

Wang Lingyun resolutely said: "Stop kneeling...you are destined not to keep me, I...don't even know you..."

Wang Han walked a few steps on his knees, raised his head and wept, "Old ancestor..."

"Didn't you hear what Grandma Zuo said?..." Wang Lingyun said sternly, "Could it be...you want the two heavenly kings on the left and right to come and take me away?"

Wang Han lowered his head,

Lying on the ground, weeping loudly, crying as if his own father died.

No, even if his own father is dead, a good old fox like him probably wouldn't be so miserable and miserable!

When Zuo Xiaoduo and his group pushed Wang Lingyun away from Wang's house in a wheelchair, there were only people crying bitterly behind them.

The entire Wang family knelt down and knelt all over the floor, each one covered in ashes and despair.

They are very clear.

When Wang Lingyun left today, and even more so with the Jinghong Sword, the Wang family lost their last life-saving straw!

The dying Wang Lingyun is not the life-saving straw of the Wang family, the real life-saving straw is the stunning sword in his hand!

God of War with a sword!

That is the last trump card that can save the Wang family, and it is also the last imprint left in this world by the mainland god of war Wang Feihong!

This person left the Wang family at the same time with one sword, even the last hole card was lost!

However, at this moment, no one dared to say anything, not a single word.

Madam Yu Zuo said very clearly that if Zuo Xiaoduo couldn't do it, he would immediately send the Left and Right Heavenly Kings over!

It only takes one order, and the left and right heavenly kings can arrive here in at least half an hour. Not to mention the precarious Wang family, even when the Wang family was at its most prosperous, the Wang family was unable to compete with the power of the two heavenly kings. No matter what, they couldn't stop it of!

People, will definitely leave!

Watching the old figure who was like a candle in the wind slowly walk towards the door, and was about to leave the old house of the Wang family, Wang Han couldn't help but hate his chest, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Loudly said: "Old Ancestor, I have something to say!"

Wang Lingyun's haggard face moved, he patted Long Yusheng's hand pushing the wheelchair, turned his head and said, "Say it."

Wang Han suddenly stood up, straightened his waist and looked at Wang Lingyun, and said loudly: "Wang Han is not talented. As the current head of the Wang family, now, when the ancestors resolutely leave, they only want to represent the descendants of the Wang family. A word from the ancestors!"

The haggard look in Wang Lingyun's eyes remained motionless, like a pool of stagnant water, and he said calmly, "You ask."

"Dare to ask the old ancestor, did the old ancestor break through the door today to completely sever ties with the Wang family? He also took away the Jinghong Sword that the Wang family's descendants relied on as the pillar of life and the highest glory. Have you thought about it personally, even a little bit of thought?"

Wang Han asked loudly with grief and indignation.

Zuo Xiaoduo was so angry that he was about to refute.

Wang Lingyun slowly raised his skinny hand, stopped Zuo Xiaoduo's hand, and said gently: "Uncle, I will take care of the Wang family's affairs. I have to pay for the sins I made, just like Grandma Zuo said." As I said, the world is impermanent, and the retribution is never good."

He turned his indifferent eyes to Wang Han's face, and said lightly: "I understand what you mean by this sentence. Do you think that the Wang family lost the most powerful family after Jinghongjian left the Wang family?" amulet?"

Although it was embarrassing, Wang Han had no choice but raised his head and said: "Yes! The Jinghong Sword has gone, and this Wang family... I am afraid it will be over. I also ask the ancestors to show mercy and give future generations a chance of life and a way to survive!"

Wang Lingyun didn't speak for a while.

After a long, long time, he coughed and said, "It turns out that you really did a great job!"

Wang Han lowered his head and did not speak.

"It turns out that I really made a big mistake, and I need my ancestor Yu Yin to save my life. That's why I told me today that the descendants of the imperial seat came to provoke trouble, and asked me to come forward. Sure enough, everything in the world has a cause and effect, and retribution is impermanent... ..."

Wang Lingyun sighed.

"I also ask the ancestors to show mercy."

The Wang family shouted in unison at the same time, in order to survive, they don't care about any face!

A mocking look appeared on Wang Lingyun's haggard face.

He held the hilt of Jinghong Sword with both hands, and said lightly: "You should all know that the Excalibur has spirit, right?!"

"Back then, the ancestors in white robes wielded swords, one man with one sword, and killed thousands of heroes in the world. He never bowed down, never retreated, and would rather bend than bend, and would rather die than retreat. This is the great reputation of the ancestors!"

Wang Lingyun's eyes were far away, as if he saw his grandfather Wang Feihong who was dressed in white like a sword back then. In all the memories, I have never seen my grandfather's white clothes stained with a little bit of dust, and I have never seen my grandfather's waist bent for a second!

Always so lonely and tall, looking down on the world!

The world is cold in white clothes!

Three continents with one sword light!

Shocking King!

Wang Lingyun groaned and said: "The whole body is cold, the white clothes are light-stained, on the top of the ice peak, the proud sword is shocking!"

The audience was silent.

Although they don't have the slightest affection for the current Wang family, Zuo Xiaoduo and the others could still feel a surge of enthusiasm when they heard about the deeds of King Jinghong back then. .

When no one was fighting, he came out alone with a sword, one person with one sword, and faced countless masters of the Wumeng, proudly challenging him!

"If you beat me, Wang Feihong, you will win!"

That straight and proud body did not bend until death. He would rather turn himself into a shining star than accept that failure that was crucial to the fate of the mainland!

That earth-shattering self-explosion, until today, still echoes in the hearts of generations of people in the Star Soul Continent!

"Back then, our ancestors fought alone against the Heavenly King of the World...with this stunning sword!"

Wang Lingyun looked at the sword in his hand: "How proud our ancestors are, how proud this sword is!"

"You want it to protect you, not to mention whether you are worthy or not, you dare to ask it yourself, is it willing!?"

Wang Lingyun's voice was as calm as water, but his old face was slowly turning red with anger. Obviously, his heart was extremely restless and extremely indignant.

He struggled to draw the sword, and the light flashed suddenly, as if the sky was full of frost and cold, and all came to the world at this moment.

This is the display of the power of the sword itself.

After Wang Lingyun drew his sword out of its sheath, he immediately threw the sword out. The long sword flipped a few somersaults in the air, radiating light, and fell to the ground with a clang.

The tip of the sword was inserted into the hard ground of the Wang family's old house, and the long sword shone with light and swayed slightly.

Although it is just a sword, although it has no owner.

But this sword is still so lofty and arrogant, just like before.

Inserted on the ground, you are still on the top of the ice peak, overlooking the world, amazed this world!

Cold and arrogant, no one deserves to be with it.

The blade of the sword swayed, the frost and cold remained, and a sense of anticipation faintly emanated.

It seems to be looking forward to, the master of the year, those big hands will come to hold the hilt of the sword again.

Come and hold me, I will accompany you, and fight the heroes of the world again!

Come here!

After a long time, the sword body finally stopped swaying, but the sense of anticipation has gradually disappeared, turning into a sense of loneliness and sadness, full of loss and sadness, permeating from the sword body.

where did you go?

why don't you come

Having lost his partner back then, Jinghongjian has been alone ever since!

Now out of the sheath again, the edge is still the same, the frost is still cold, the light is still the same, and the fighting spirit is still the same.

It intends to fight the world again, but it no longer has the person from back then, accompanying it to roam the rivers and lakes!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Jinghong Sword let out three mournful sword cries.

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