A series of simple and obscure spells kept coming out of Big Hornet's mouth, and the heavy purple mist in front of him became thicker and thicker.
Yelu Zhiwu's chest rose and fell with her breathing, and Shuriduo, who was standing behind her, could clearly feel that Ao Gu was a little nervous.
In the entire Mobei, no one made Yelu Zhiwu feel threatened.
There were constant sounds of the collision of armor leaves from all sides of the main tent, but an endless stream of Mobei soldiers came over holding torches.
Seeing Yelu Zhiwu's appearance, Shuliduo no longer hesitated and retreated behind the guard. He looked at Ziwu carefully with his beautiful eyes and said in a deep voice: "Go and prepare the horse for me!"
She really couldn't figure out who could make Da Hefeng and Yelv Zhiwu so chaotic.
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At the same time, within the purple mist.
As the spell outside the mist became faster and faster, the figure inside the mist stopped.
The environment around him also changed instantly.
In the thick and simple palace of King Qin, there are many figures, the military officers are excited, the literati frown, but the soldiers outside are full of murderous intent.
"King Qin, let's do it! You treat the prince as a brother, but he doesn't treat you as a brother! At this moment, don't be afraid of this brotherhood!"
"I will die as soon as I die. The King of Qin is a great general, Ziwei Xingjun, how can you accept this humiliation?"
The hall was noisy and chaotic, but everyone ignored him standing in the corner.
"Illusion?"
He smiled disdainfully, but somehow he stood on the spot, silently watching the chaotic scene in front of him.
The martial arts scholars had different opinions, but the young and stalwart figure at the head did not say a word and allowed them to make noise.
After a long time, it seemed that the people below came up with a reason and asked King Qin to make a decision quickly.
The figure turned back, looked at him, and asked softly: "Mr. Yuan, what do you think this king should do?"
Three hundred years later, when he saw the dragon and phoenix and the sun in the sky again, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He hadn't seen this look that was heroic, alert, courageous, chivalrous, heroic, benevolent, elegant, confident, and noble at the same time for a long, long time...
After a pause, he slowly said: "Brothers, family ties, and the people of the world, which one is more important, please let the King of Qin decide."
The young figure at the top was stunned for a moment, then smiled heroically, stood up, and his voice became decisive: "Everyone, follow me to aspire to the Xuanwu Sect!"
He put his hands behind his hands and watched for a long time as the tall and thin figure was surrounded by people walking out of the hall. Until the scene changed and the figure disappeared, he continued to watch.
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In Mawei Post, thunder roared and heavy rain fell. The soldiers outside were equally murderous. Their swords were unsheathed, reflecting flashes of light.
In the inn, the old man in the bright yellow dragon robe had disheveled beard and hair, and his figure was hunched over. Ku Gao's hands reached out from the sleeves of his robe and grasped his sleeves tightly.
The pair of eyes that used to make decisions in all things, showing off their power and anger, were now just looking at him eagerly, with a sincere voice.
"Mr. Yuan, help me..."
He turned his head and could see the beautiful woman in gorgeous palace clothes huddled on the ground in the corner.
Looking up again, the world is in chaos and ambitious people are everywhere. The situation in the prosperous Tang Dynasty was gone, wars continued, and the people were devastated.
The old man in the dragon robe begged: "Mr. Yuan! Mr. Yuan! You said An Lushan would not rebel. You said..."
With a long sigh, he pushed the withered hands away, closed his eyes, his heart ached, and struggled to speak out: "Before you go to the country, please consider the gains and losses, your majesty."
The old man in the dragon robe looked dumbfounded, fell backward, and sat paralyzed on the ground.
After a moment, the soldier opened the door and hanged the beautiful woman in gorgeous palace clothes with a piece of white silk in front of the old man.
The last ray of luck has now completely disappeared.
Later, the eunuchs returned and the wars continued. Even if there was a revival, it would be difficult for the Tang Dynasty to prosper again.
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A handsome man in white clothes and white hair opened the door and asked with a smile:
"Eternal life for three hundred years, does it mean that there will be a prosperous age?"
He was silent.
The handsome man sat down in front of him and said gently: "The laws of heaven are always constant. It will not exist for Yao, nor will it perish for Jie. You have made a mistake for three hundred years, and you still don't want to wake up?"
With a long sigh, he looked up at the sky, with mixed emotions in his eyes: "I can't bear to wake up..."
"Is there a prosperous age to be seen?"
"It's not far...it's not far..."
Hearing him murmuring to himself, the handsome man smiled softly, opened the door and went out.
The world turned into a continuous purple mist, and he sighed and opened his eyes. He stared indifferently at the several Mobei soldiers who had just touched him.
His voice was hoarse: "Really, I don't want to wake up."
The mist suddenly became chaotic, and several feet of air were swept away in an instant. Countless flags first trembled and then fell.
The heads of dozens of brave Mobei soldiers fell to the ground before they even had time to hum.
The giant hornet instantly spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled and crawled backwards.
"He is a demon, a demon!"
His figure suddenly stiffened as he crept forward crazily, but his back was gently stepped on by a cloth boot.
A few steps away, the mountain barbarian staff he relied on for survival had been shattered into pieces.
His teeth kept chattering, and he turned his head tremblingly, just in time to see the green-faced fangs.
"Augu help me! Augu help me! Augu..."
The unpleasant sound stopped instantly, and gurgling blood spurted out from his mouth and flowed to the ground, giving off a fishy smell.
"It's quite a talent. It's rare for me to have a sweet dream."
After a long laugh, Yuan Tiangang looked at the figure holding a staff outside the main tent.
Hundreds of Mobei people with knives and guns looked solemn on their faces and surrounded him in a circle.
Yuan Tiangang smiled disdainfully.
"Shaman... such an ancient thing."
He had so much free time that he felt like taking a walk in the murderous Mobei camp.
Deep in the camp, Shuliduo was already on horseback, heading out crazily under the protection of hundreds of cavalry.
"kill!"
In the camp, the soldiers of the Mobei Brigade maintained their formation and began to surround and kill the mysterious assassin wearing a green hat.
Yelu Zhiwu held the staff and began to sing softly.
Yuan Tiangang, on the other hand, just punched and kicked, leisurely killing every soldier who bumped into him.
It's all about stretching your muscles.
"The mountains, rivers, and sky all obey my wishes!"
Yelu Zhiwu also completely ignored every soldier who was beaten to death easily. She hit the soldier hard with her staff, and a wave of light began to flicker from the top of the staff.
"May the gods send down their power to bind this man!"
The waves of light moved immediately, spreading in all directions with the staff as the center. Wherever it passed, the wind stopped, the air stopped, the swords swung by the soldiers paused in the air, and the blood stopped flowing.
Everything took the order and stood still for an instant.
Only that figure continued to move forward without a drop of blood on his body. He just put his hands behind his back and walked among the still people.
The hair on Yelv Zhiwu's body stood up, and she wanted to move her fingers again, but then she realized that she couldn't move at all.
The green-faced fangs stopped in front of her. He first carefully looked at the simple and luxurious mask on her face, and then sneered.
It's like a reminder, but also like talking to myself.
"This handsome man is the god of heaven."
Yelv Zhiwu's heart rang with alarm, his cheeks turned red with anger, but he could only watch as the mask on his face was casually removed by him.
Her face was revealed, but Yuan Tiangang was stunned, and the expression behind the green face and fangs showed a strange smile. Then she put the mask back on her face and walked past Yelu Zhiwu with her hands behind her back.
"It's quite stunning."
I just don’t know if the emperor likes it or not.
