Above the Dune Palace, around the black hole, sword energy was surrounded by so many people could not get closer.

Zhuangzi mobilized the sword of the emperor at the cost of consuming energy and longevity, which also attracted the attention of the world.

Below, all the guards of the Dune Palace, including Zhao Zhang, have all died.

Everyone is waiting together.

"Buzz!"

I saw that after waiting for a while, the black hole sword energy condensed, the sword energy collapsed, and the black hole quickly filled up.

In the filled void, there was a person standing, and it was Zhuangzi.

Zhuangzi grabbed Zhao Yong's previous Mo Ye Jian in his hand, with a heavy face.

"Dad, what's wrong with you..." Deng Lingzi exclaimed.

"Zhuangzi? Your hair?" The minister, Li Mu, Lian Po and others all grew their mouths.

Because Zhuangzi used the real sword of the emperor and consumed his energy and life span. At this moment, Zhuangzi was covered in white hair and an old face, like an old man in his twilight years.

Everyone was shocked.

On the other side is Zhao Yong's two halves of the body, floating in the air.

"Dad!" King Zhao was immediately sad.

Zhuangzi was in a heavy mood. Zhao Yong's soul dissipated, and even Zhuangzi could not save him. However, before Zhao Yong's death, Zhuangzi felt very uncomfortable.

"Taiyi, I am dead, but I am happy. I, Zhao Yong, have no regrets even though I die! Our people will never feed on you!"

Zhao Yong's last words revealed a huge tragic feeling.

I, Zhao Yong, have no regrets even if I die! Our people will never feed!

Zhuangzi smiled bitterly: "Master Tongtian, I am sorry for my prejudice against you back then. Your clone is part of your personality and deserves greatness!"

Zhuangzi sighed and looked down at the Mo Xie sword in his hand.

The Moye Sword was controlled by the curse seal like Juque at the time, but Juque was completely controlled at the time, but Moye was resisting and unable to control himself. The curse seal did not completely introduce its consciousness.

An incomplete curse seal was completely dispersed after Zhao Yong's death, but Mo Xie's consciousness is now suffering from certain trauma and is in a state of disiambling.

Stepping forward, Zhuangzi brought Mo Xiejian and Zhao Yong's corpse back below.

"Dad! Are you okay?" Deng Lingzi said anxiously.

Looking at the old Zhuangzi, Deng Lingzi felt anxious.

Zhuangzi ignored Deng Lingzi and looked at King Zhao.

"King Zhao!" Zhuangzi spoke.

Around them, countless sword cultivators stared at King Zhao together.

After all, Zhao Yong and Zhao Zhang are both lackeys in the ancient food tribe. Will there be any problems with this son of Zhao Yong?

"I have found out that Zhao Yong and Zhao Zhang have been controlled by the commander of the ancient food tribes with curses in recent years. They have nothing to do with King Zhao. King Zhao is even more victimized and controlled by Zhao Zhang as a puppet. Fortunately, King Zhao worked hard and got rid of control!" Zhuangzi said.

Zhuangzi's opening was a sign of King Zhao. This was just a sentence for Zhuangzi, but for King Zhao, it was a guarantee of life.

"Thank you Zhuangzi!" King Zhao bowed with gratitude.

"Zhao Yong is your father. He is only controlled by the ancient food clan and has done many evil deeds. Now he has been killed by me, and I have also avenged his wife's revenge. Now, Zhao Yong's body is returned to you and left it to you to deal with it!" Zhuangzi handed the body to King Zhao.

"Mr. Zhuangzi, my father is controlled by the ancient food clan, but it is my father after all. Although he is dead, I still want to bury him!" King Zhao looked at Zhuangzi with red eyes.

It is not an exaggeration to have a lackey in the ancient food tribe. King Zhao actually wants him to be buried in peace?

Countless sword cultivators around glared at him.

"King Zhao's filial piety is commendable. This is my true heart of heaven and earth, and I am sure!" Zhuangzi nodded.

"Thank you Zhuangzi!" King Zhao bowed gratefully.

When Zhuangzi spoke, no one dared to refute it. King Zhao also understood that only when Zhuangzi spoke, his father could save a complete body. King Zhao was really grateful to Zhuangzi.

Zhuangzi did not explain Zhao Yong's good intentions, because Zhuangzi was also extremely anxious at this moment when he heard Zhao Yong's description of the commander of the ancient food tribes. The people around him did not make Zhuangzi fully trust him.

Looking at Zhao Yong's body carrying a stigma, Zhuangzi sighed slightly and handed out the Mo Ye sword in his hand.

"This is your king's sword from Zhao State. Now, the things return to the original owner!" Zhuangzi said solemnly.

Zhao Yong was illegitimate for the world. Zhuangzi was embarrassed to take the sword of Moye, so he could only give it to his son to express his comfort.

"Mr. Zhuangzi! Didn't this holy sword be agreed?" The master of the career was anxiously said.

The master of the capital went to find Zhuangzi, with the purpose of this Moye sword. Now, why did he give it to King Zhao?

"What did you say? What did I say at that time?" Zhuangzi glanced at the Master.

"You said, 'I will only kill the thief in this trip, not take anything. If you have the ability, take it yourself!" The master of the capital spoke in shock after saying that.

Zhuangzi didn't say he could get the sword for him.

Who can I blame if I didn’t get it?

Zhuangzi handed the holy sword to King Zhao.

At this moment, Master Xiangzi and countless sword cultivators around him looked at King Zhao with red eyes.

King Zhao grabbed Mo Xie Jian and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zhuangzi, you have given me the original king sword from my Zhao State. I don't need this new king sword, Mo Xie Jian, so I'd better leave it to Zhuangzi! Thank you Zhuangzi for removing the great demons for my Zhao State!"

King Zhao wanted to give Moye Sword to Zhuangzi? The sword cultivators around him were anxious.

Who can't know the power of the Holy Sword at this moment? In the hands of King Zhao, everyone has a chance to seize it. If it is in Zhuangzi, who dares to seize it? If everyone knows that the owner of Moye Sword is Zhuangzi, in the future, even if Zhuangzi's sword is lost, no one dares to take it. That's asking for death.

"King Zhao, I said that during this trip, I will only kill thieves and not take anything. I will not take Moye Sword, so you don't have to worry. Now that General Lian Po is protecting you, there are really not many people in the world who dare to touch you!" Zhuangzi solemnly handed the sword to King Zhao.

King Zhao's eyes were slightly red, and he bowed to Zhuangzi solemnly: "Today, Zhao He knew that Zhuangzi's great virtues were admired by Xiao Wang and could not repay him!"

"King Zhao, there is no need to be too polite. In the future, the country of Zhao will be well governed and allowed the people to live and work in peace and contentment will be the greatest reward for me!" Zhuangzi patted his shoulder.

King Zhao nodded: "Don't worry, Zhuangzi, during Xiao Wang's reign, I will definitely make the people healthy! However, since Mr. Zhuangzi doesn't want this holy sword, I will give it to Deng Lingzi!"

"Me?" Deng Lingzi said in surprise.

"Thank you Deng Lingzi for coming to Zhao State this time to eliminate demons for my Zhao State. I saw it just now. Your sword was used by Mr. Zhuangzi and had cracks. This holy sword Mo Ye is a thank you for your gratitude and also makes up for the loss of your sword. Please be sure to accept it!" King Zhao bowed solemnly to Deng Lingzi, and the Mo Ye sword was held, as if Deng Lingzi would not accept it and would not get up.

Deng Lingzi was at a loss, and was surrounded by envious eyes, but no one dared to talk too much.

Zhuangzi and King Zhao had great kindness. King Zhao reciprocates his favor. Seeing that Zhuangzi refused to accept it, he gave it to his daughter, but he had good intentions.

"King Zhao, there is no need, I...!" Deng Lingzi said embarrassedly.

"Please accept it!" King Zhao said with a bent over again.

Deng Lingzi looked at Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi had no expression, but it was all up to Deng Lingzi to make a decision.

After thinking about it, Deng Lingzi nodded: "Okay, I'm a little self-deceptional. I'm also a sword lover, so I'm disrespectful. However, if you are in danger in Zhao State in the future, you can come to me and I will try my best to help you overcome the difficulties!"

"Thank you Deng Lingzi!" King Zhao immediately happily handed out the Mo Xie sword.

Although he lost the Mo Ye Jian, he gained great rewards for King Zhao.

The Mo Ye sword fell into Deng Lingzi's hands. Deng Lingzi shook it excitedly before retracting the sheath. As for the cracked Xuanyuan Sword, Deng Lingzi can also not use it.

Zhuangzi turned his head and looked at the sword cultivators around him.

"Everyone, thank you for coming to the Demon-Slaying Conference. There is nothing else to do. You can't give you any material rewards. You can only save your honor. I will announce the list of people who come to the conference today. I will thank you for your trip today!" Zhuangzi solemnly bowed to the sword cultivators.

"You are welcome to be polite!"

"I will kill the ancient food dogs, and we are classified into things!"

"I also want to thank Zhuangzi for giving us the opportunity to do our best for the world!"

"Zhuangzi, you don't have to be so polite!"

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The sword cultivators bowed to Zhuangzi one after another. Although they were polite, they smiled happily on their faces. After all, killing the ancient food dogs can bring honor to their ancestors, and their reputation in the world will surely increase greatly. When you go to all parts of the world, as long as you report that you had killed the ancient food dogs with Zhuangzi, you will be welcomed everywhere in the world.

"Mr. Zhuangzi, the demons are being executed at this moment. Please be sure to go to Handan. The little king will do his best to be the landlord!" King Zhao immediately invited.

"Cough cough cough!" Zhuangzi suddenly coughed.

"Dad!" Deng Lingzi immediately stepped forward anxiously.

"Thank you for your kindness to King Zhao. This time, the wife's revenge has been avenged. My deadline is approaching. I want to go back to Nanhua Mountain as soon as possible and spend the last time in my Nanhua Mountain. Handan, I won't go. King Zhao, take care of me!" Zhuangzi gave a slight salute.

"What? The deadline for Zhuangzi is coming?" The sword cultivators around him were suddenly in an uproar.

How is it possible? Everyone remembers that when Kunpeng came out, Zhuangzi was soaring for 90,000 miles. They all remember that when the world was in the same world, they were famous all over the world. When the great master, they were virtuous and the world. What, what...!

Everyone looked at Zhuangzi's old and gray hair, and thought of the reason in an instant.

"That sword? Dad, did you and Zhao Yong's sword? It made you... no!" Deng Lingzi's eyes suddenly turned red.

"You four of you are not opponents with Zhao Yong's strength. Why can Dad kill him with one sword? Hahaha, Dad doesn't regret it, really doesn't regret it. Girl, count the sword cultivators invited, turn around and report the list to me. I will announce it to the world and do everything well. I'll wait for you in Xiaoyao Palace in Nanhua Mountain!" Zhuangzi smiled slightly.

While talking, Zhuangzi waved his hand and a giant roc on the road suddenly appeared in front of Zhuangzi.

Zhuangzi stepped on the giant roc.

"Everyone, I won't be with you anymore, say goodbye!" Zhuangzi smiled slightly.

The giant roll spread its wings and carried Zhuangzi towards Nanhua Mountain.

It was so uncomfortable to leave countless sword cultivators looking at Zhuangzi's back.

"Great send to Zhuangzi!" Almost everyone bowed.

This is not a courteous worship, but a respect for Zhuangzi from the heart, respecting his great life. Zhuangzi devoted his whole life to this world. This virtue and this morality are comparable to Lao Tzu's dedication.

ps: A little historical knowledge, Zhao Yong was the talented and wise King Wuling of Zhao, the pioneer of Hufu and cavalry. He passed the throne to Shadui Palace and enjoyed his old age. Unfortunately, because his eldest son Zhao Zhang failed to rebellion, he fled to Zhao Yong's Shadui Palace, which was besieged by the Zhao army, and the dignified Zhao Yong was starved to death in Shadui Palace.
Chapter completed!