The words fell.

Dian Wei held a chopping knife and strode towards Emperor Yuan Shun.

"I am the destined emperor. With heaven's protection, you can't hurt me." Emperor Yuan Shun looked at Dian Weidao, obviously conscious of relying on him.

"You have luck to protect your body, and I also have luck."

"Now that your destiny has come to an end, you are not qualified to compete with my destiny." Dian Wei held the chopping knife tightly in both hands and said coldly.

"What do you mean?" Emperor Yuan Shun asked in surprise.

Although he was the emperor, Meng Yuan was not a luck dynasty, so he naturally didn't know what luck was.

"If there is a hell, then go to hell and ask the King of Hell." Dian Wei smiled coldly, quietly raising the chopping knife in his hand, and in his heart, he communicated with Liu Xie with the destiny of the country, "Please give me the destiny of the country, the king.

Kill this man to exalt the might of our great Han Dynasty."

"allow."

Almost instantly, Liu Xie's voice sounded in Dian Wei's mind.

This sound is like golden words.

On the blade in Dian Wei's hand, a five-color light suddenly appeared, carrying a kind of power from the national prestige, which was the blessing of the great Han's national destiny.

"die."

Dian Wei's eyes narrowed, his arms gathered all his strength, he swung his sword and slashed towards Emperor Yuan Shun's head.

The blade was so violent that it could split the entire execution platform in half.

Just like before, when the cold light of the blade was about to strike the head of Emperor Yuan Shun, a ray of light suddenly appeared on his body, with the power of protection from luck, and an illusory red dragon was faintly visible surrounding him.

With the support of this luck, even a full-strength strike from a master-level expert such as Dugu Qiubei would not be able to harm Emperor Yuan Shun at all.

But the one who took action here was not the Grandmaster, nor was he above the Grandmaster.

But it was Dian Wei who was blessed with the power of national destiny given by Liu Xie.

Cut it down with one knife.

Unparalleled momentum.

As the sword swept into the virtual space, you could faintly hear the roars of the beasts of national destiny from the five directions of the Han Dynasty.

There was a click.

Under the power of national destiny, the force of destiny that protected Emperor Yuan Shun was like nothing and directly shattered.

The edge of the blade remains sharp.

"ah"

A scream.

Emperor Yuan Shun's head immediately fell to the ground.

"Woo."

It was at the moment of his death.

From the top of the void, a pitiful howl came faintly, but it was the Luck Divine Dragon from Meng Yuan.

Within the palace.

Liu Xie stared into the void, and through his eyes he could clearly see a destiny dragon hundreds of feet above, struggling painfully, as if it was about to collapse.

Emperor Yuan died.

The Meng Yuan collapsed.

The country is destroyed and the destiny is destroyed.

Meng Yuan completely came to an end at this moment.

"The Central Plains is completely settled." Liu Xie stared into the void and said quietly.

With the establishment of the Central Plains of the Yitian World, it is also announced that the journey to control this world has been completed more than half.

Next, all the legions of the Han Dynasty will descend, and the day will come when this world will be completely wiped out.

It took less than two years and was decided in Zhongyuan.

In two more years at most, the world of Yitian will be settled.

After swallowing up all the luck in this world, the big man will reach the top of a stronger level.

The main world will also swallow up the world origin of this world and move towards a higher level.

"Long live, long live."

"Long live the great man, long live the king."

Seeing Emperor Yuan's head being chopped off and Meng Yuan destroyed, hundreds of people who witnessed all this shouted in unison.

With the great settlement of the Central Plains.

On the western border of the Central Plains, there is a foreign country called Persia.

Within the territory of this country, it is located within the capital of the Persian Empire.

It is known as the holy mountain of this country.

In a palace.

"Master, the Central Plains is in chaos." A man in Persian clothes reported to the man sitting high in the palace.

On the high seat, the man turned around, but he was not wearing Persian clothes, but was wearing Han clothes, and his appearance was undoubtedly Han Chinese.

"Is it the work of the Central Plains Mingjiao?" the man asked.

"Reporting to the leader, it is indeed the Central Plains Mingjiao who did it, but there seems to be some changes in your plan." The Persian man in the main hall suddenly said.

"An accident?" The man in the tall seat frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Now that the Central Plains is in chaos, the Mingjiao that the leader once cultivated has indeed done a great job, but it seems that they can't help it. The Mingjiao is no longer the Mingjiao that was once loyal to the leader, but has surrendered to others." The Persian man said.

"What? The Ming Cult actually betrayed the leader and took refuge with others?" Upon hearing this, the man in the high seat showed a trace of anger on his face.

See this.

Perhaps we can guess the identity of this person.

He said that the Central Plains Mingjiao had surrendered to others and betrayed him.

From this we can know that he is the original leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian.

As for why he came to Persia and became the so-called leader of Persia, it is thought-provoking.

"This is how my spies in the Central Plains responded, but we don't know the details yet. The only thing that is certain is that the Central Plains is in chaos," said the Persian man in the palace.

"Have you found Delise?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"Reporting to the leader, I don't know where she is hiding in the Central Plains. My subordinates and others have been secretly searching for her for many years, but there is no trace of her." The Persian man replied anxiously.

But he just finished speaking.

Yang Dingtian was obviously angry. With a wave of his hand, an invisible force captured the Persian man from a distance of more than ten meters.

This is exactly the method of transporting energy during the Great Shift of the Universe, which can further confirm his identity.

"After searching for more than ten years, you can't answer me by saying you can't find me?" Yang Dingtian said angrily.

"Master, spare your life, spare your life."

"Although my subordinates and others have never found Delis, her adopted daughter has appeared in the Central Plains Mingjiao Main Hall, and my subordinates have sent people to secretly follow her adopted daughter. I believe they will be able to locate Delis soon.

There are no traces of him." The Persian man reported in fear.

"snort."

Hear the words.

Yang Dingtian calmed down his anger a little, and when his anger was released, the Persian man was thrown to the ground.

"No matter what method you use, my leader, find Delis for me immediately. In addition, let that puppet mobilize all the Persian army. I will attack the Central Plains and capture everything that should belong to my leader." Yang Dingtian said loudly.

shouted.

"Yes, yes." The Persian man did not dare to disobey and immediately retreated, frightened to the extreme.

"Delice, I don't care where you escape, you can't escape from my grasp. Without you as a saint, how can I truly control Persia and become the ruler of Persia." Yang Dingtian had a gloomy look on his face.

face, said secretly.

in Persia.

The lineage of saints is the foundation of faith.

Even the king of Persia needs the recognition and nod of the saint, and it is the same among the Persian people. The former purple-shirted dragon king of the Ming Cult, Delis, is the saint of the Persian Ming Cult.

As for Yang Dingtian's desire to get Dai Lisi, he obviously has intentions towards Persia, and even towards the Central Plains.
Chapter completed!