Leng Gu and Lan Zuiwu were on the side treating Zhuang Yu's injuries.
Lan Zuiwu pulled out the dagger inserted in Zhuang Yu's back. The wound under the dagger suddenly started bleeding. She hurriedly pressed the white handkerchief wrapped with medicinal powder on it, and then said: "Brother Zhuang, who stabbed him?" your?"
Zhuang Yu hesitated to speak and did not answer.
Lan Zuiwu was startled and said in disbelief: "Could it be...that the Bai girl stabbed you? Why? Why did she stab you?"
Zhuang Yu sighed: "It's hard to put it into words..."
Seeing that he refused to say anything, Lan Zuiwu stopped asking questions and concentrated on healing her injuries.
Leng Gu on the side helped to pass the bandages. Unexpectedly, Lan Zuiwu, a little girl who looked fragile, was so calm in dealing with wounds, which made people admire her.
Ye Zhenfeng looked at the statue on the cliff opposite and couldn't help but frown slightly, thoughtfully.
Seeing that he couldn't help him much, Chu Mubai came over, patted him on the shoulder, and asked: "Zhenfeng, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with this statue?"
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Do you think the statue has moved?"
"Moving? The statue has not moved! It is exactly the same as when we came in just now, no different!" After Chu Mubai finished speaking, his eyes fell on the statue again.
In front of him is a six-handed statue, each hand holding a magic weapon: a golden umbrella, a pipa, a harp, a long sword, a painted halberd by Fang Tian, and a sky axe.
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Just now, the hand holding the Yao Qin was at the bottom, and the hand holding Fang Tian's painted halberd was at the top, but now it's just the opposite!"
Chu Mubai expressed disbelief and said, "You mean the hand of the statue has moved?"
Ye Zhenfeng nodded. Suddenly, the statue in front of him began to vibrate, seeming to move rapidly from far to near. The six arms kept moving up and down, and a strange chanting sound came from his ears.
Waves of sound waves began to kill them. Ye Zhenfeng said in shock: "Ziyue said just now that there is a magic array here, it seems right. Mu Bai - form an array!"
"good!"
Chu Mubai immediately formed a seal with his hands and opened the formation barrier with Ye Zhenfeng to protect everyone. The invisible sound waves were chopping and attacking outside the barrier, trying to break in.
Chu Mubai sighed: "What a powerful formation!"
Ye Zhenfeng said: "It seems that this is not an ordinary magic array, this time the magic array is lethal!"
He said: "Mu Bai, Ziyue is doing exercises to heal Miss Bai, don't interrupt. You just stay here to protect them while I go out and break the Lao Shizi breaking formation!"
Chu Mubai nodded, and then said: "Zhenfeng, be careful!"
Ye Zhenfeng nodded and flew away from the barrier.
Chu Mubai inserted the Evil King's Divine Sword into the center of the barrier, then sat down with his legs crossed, stretched out his hands to form a seal, and opened the red eyebrow seal on his forehead. The martial spirit in his body was continuously input into the barrier formation, strengthening the defense of the barrier. .
Ye Zhenfeng held the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword and slashed at the statue with one sword. The statue suddenly walked out from the stone wall, and suddenly revealed its true form with three heads and six arms, and started a vicious fight with Ye Zhenfeng.
In order to avoid being confused by the phantom sound of the statue, he opened the blood pupil in his left eye.
Junxuelou chased the black-armored general all the way, and saw a person standing at the end of the dark corridor. She was dressed in black armor, hidden in the darkness, and her murderous aura was unstoppable.
As he slowly approached, the black armor on her body reflected a slight phosphorescence, and the dragon pattern on her chest moved slowly.
"Qianliyue, is that you?" Jun Xuelou said excitedly
road.
However, the black-armored general still stood there with the iron sword in hand, motionless, as if he had not heard his words at all.
He felt melancholy and took a few steps forward.
"I have tried to enter Heijue Ancient Kingdom to find you for so many years, but I have failed. Today I am finally able to come in. Qianliyue, I have kept you waiting for a long time! It's me!"
It turns out that for the past seven thousand years, he has worked hard to cultivate and regain his demon power, and his purpose is to return to the ancient country of Heijue and find the love of his life.
It's a pity that the ancient kingdom of Hei Jue was cursed by the Moon Goddess by Queen Hei Jue, so one must be destined to reach it. In the past seven thousand years, he has tried many times to enter this cursed royal city, but he has failed.
Until he met Ye Zhenfeng and others, for some reason, Ye Zhenfeng actually connected to the Moon God Curse. He knew that he had found the key to Heijue Ancient City, so he guided them into Heijue Ancient City.
Rather than saying that Ye Zhenfeng and the others entered the ancient Black Jue Kingdom with him, it is better to say that he was able to get in thanks to Ye Zhenfeng. Why did God choose Ye Zhenfeng to undo the Moon God Curse? He didn't know, but Ming Ming There is a certain number in the dark.
"Qianliyue!" He took a step forward.
She suddenly raised the Restless Sword in her hand and slashed it at his head without hesitation. Jun Xuelou was shocked and hurriedly dodged. The sword missed the fox fur on his body, and a strand of white broken hair fell slowly. Falling slowly, if he had taken one step slowly, he would have been hit by the Restless Sword.
When Qian Liyue attacked him again, he was already on guard, dodging left and right, quickly avoiding it, and the two started fighting in the narrow corridor. He spun his white clothes, stretched out the folding fan in his hand, and opened the black mask she wore on her face.
The surrounding candlelight crackled, and there was nothing under the black mask, like a bottomless abyss. It made people feel desperate and suffocating. In just an instant, something flew out of the black armor. Countless blue butterflies.
when--
The Restless Sword fell to the ground, making a harsh metallic sound.
Jun Xuelou trembled all over, and the mask he held in his hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground with a harsh impact.
The dark blue dead soul butterfly exuded a gleaming blue light in the darkness, fluttering towards him. The fluttering dark blue butterfly wings seemed to ignite the entire dark night. He hurriedly opened the folding fan and waved it. Go and save one.
Unexpectedly, the dead soul butterfly turned into blue flames and disappeared into the air, and the black armor in front of him was like thousands of years of weathered sand and gravel, slowly dissipating in mid-air.
"No--"
He hurriedly reached out to grab it, but couldn't grab anything. He knelt on his knees, his hands still making the hugging motion, but all he could hug was the cold air.
The black armor had dissipated in front of his eyes. His eyes were filled with tears and his eyes were trembling. A drop of crystal clear tears shone brightly in the dark night, slowly sliding across his flawless face like white jade.
"I have been waiting for you for seven thousand years, seven thousand years... It took a lot of effort to return to the ancient country of Heijue. I will definitely find you and won't let you be alone! Qianliyue--you wait for me!"
He reached out and held the folding fan in his hand tightly, the purple tassels trembling slightly in the dark night.
Because of excessive force, the originally white and slender hands turned slightly red.
A drop of tear fell to the ground with a snap, making a clear sound in the quiet stone room, like a jade falling to the ground, with endless loneliness and desolation.
No one knows about this passionate fox demon. The sadness in his heart is like a silent river.
The flow has flowed continuously for more than seven thousand years. Every night of these seven thousand years, he spent every night in the unforgettable lovesickness.
This recurring sadness constantly tortured him, eroded him, crushed him, and made it difficult for him to sleep.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
In the past seven thousand years, only the bright moon has appeared in my arms, and a few cold tears have wet my pillow.
The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the golden cup faces the sky.
The wind blows on my clothes, making me feel chilled to the bone.
Tenderness is like a silk ribbon, deeply planted in the heart.
We will be together in this life, and we will miss each other forever.
The mountain alliance faces the moon in the sky, and time is like a thin kite.
A glass of drunkenness made Weiyang awake at night.
At the beginning of the wind-driven dream, the beauty looks back with sorrow.
I miss you every inch, every bit of it has penetrated into my bones.
In front of the steps under the moonlight, cold tears fell on the empty pillow.
The thread of love is cut off endlessly, no one can tell the truth.
It was said that Ye Zhenfeng was fighting with the resurrected statue, and suddenly there was a burst of piano music, and he suddenly stretched out an illusory space. There was no Han Ziyue and others around, there was only a calm blue sea, and the statue stood there. Between sea and sky.
He walked onto the sea area and found that his feet were like a blue mirror reflection, and the other side of the deep sea seemed to be another time and space.
The statue suddenly opened its eyes, and stared at him with red eyes. The statue had not spoken, but a voice came from it: "This is the realm of innocence, why do you juniors trespass here?"
Ye Zhenfeng raised his head and asked, "Who are you?"
The blue moon on the forehead of the ferocious statue suddenly shone brightly, and he said in a deep voice: "The Moon God is Wuwu--"
"Moon God Wuwu?"
Suddenly Ye Zhenfeng felt his feet slip and he fell down. He yelled and tried to open his soul wings to save himself, but unexpectedly he couldn't use any spells.
He felt that his mind went blank, and he suddenly fell into a piece of soft snow.
There was a vast expanse of white all around, and suddenly the white snow melted, and the surrounding area suddenly became full of vitality, with lush green grass, butterflies, flowers and birds lingering around. The dazzling sunlight shone in front of him, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it.
I just heard someone ask: "Who are you?"
Through the gap in his palm, he saw a beam of white light coming from him. In the hazy moment, he saw a girl in red standing in front of him.
Her face was blocked by the sun, and he couldn't see her clearly. He only felt that her voice was very pleasant, like a quiet spring in the mountains. It had a touch of coldness, but it was very pleasant and touching, and it hit the heart. Why did this voice sound so familiar?
When he opened his eyes and woke up again, he found that he had returned to the ancient country of Heijue more than 7,000 years ago.
In front of her eyes was Qianli Yue. She was dressed in black armor and full of ferocity. Behind her were thousands of troops from the Heijue Kingdom. The black battle flag of the Heijue Kingdom was fluttering in the wind. The white dragon body stood out clearly on the black battle flag. Flying every now and then, the sky is as blue as water.
Ye Zhenfeng frowned and said, "Why did I return to the time and space more than seven thousand years ago? Could it be that Moon God Wuwang brought me here? This scene seems familiar to me. By the way, it's the Banquet of the Seven Kingdoms!"
He immediately opened his golden soul wings and headed towards Lan Yiting, hoping that he could be there in time to see what Queen Heijue looked like.
He quickly opened the curtain of the tent, and saw a burst of golden light inside. A slender and enchanting figure looked back and turned around, disappearing into the beam of light. She laughed seductively, and her black hair was like a waterfall. The seven kings around her were already infatuated. Drunk, as if seeing beauty unimaginable in the world.
