In Zhaofeng Mingyi, a heavy bird tower stands in the blood haze. The iron peak hangs high, towering like a pillar supporting the sky.
City Lord Murong has become much weaker than before, and he looks twice as old as before. After all, in his entire life as a soldier, he had never seen such a bloody situation. The situation was only defensive but not offensive, which made his old man extremely depressed.
Fortunately, on this day, Zhaofeng Mingyi, in addition to accepting the victims, finally ushered in new hope.
Crowds of people and horses occupied the streets. However, due to the blood mist, even Zhaofeng Mingyi was extremely deserted at the moment. There were very few people on the street, and it didn't even seem crowded.
The sound of horse hooves swaying, Fu Yunge and others had already taken the lead and climbed to the Chongque Tower.
In such a situation, the customs remain the same, but the state of mind is very different. Fu Yunge stepped up the stairs step by step and looked at the blurry scenery outside the tower, unable to help but feel overwhelmed.
City Lord Murong personally welcomed them and led everyone to the tower.
Poinsettia was already waiting here, and when she saw them arriving, she stood up to greet them.
Fu Yunge could tell. It was still the original place, where they discussed the plan to defeat the Omen State. Now that the omen of sin and Mingbang has been revealed, the outcome of the bloody mist is once again in front of everyone's eyes.
In addition, he has not been able to ask clearly about the changes in Master during this time.
Outside the large stone window, the blood-red light reflected everyone's profile. Murong City Lord led them to sit down one by one. Looking at the chaotic color outside, everyone was speechless for a moment.
"City Lord... I haven't seen you for a long time. It will be hard during this period." After a while, Poinsettia looked at Murong Taikang and said lightly.
Murong Taikang was slightly startled when he heard Poinsettia talking to him.
He then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Hard work is the second best thing..."
Dongfang Shiming and Fu Yunge turned their faces sideways when they heard what he said.
Although he is indeed old, his current old state is obviously not normal. Especially those who have seen his appearance last time can't help but be surprised.
Poinsettia also gave him a concerned look. Murong Taikang paused for a moment, and his deep voice seemed to be soaked in moisture: "Just because of the blood mist...it also caused me, a white-haired person, to send away several black-haired people before my eyes."
The three of them changed color slightly at the same time. City Lord Murong is in his late teens and has very few heirs. Who knows how much pain the blood mist will bring to him?
"The eldest son Boyu, the second son Zhongkang... they have suffered a lot." Murong Taikang sighed to himself, the rough wrinkles and scars on his face were all knotted together in pain. Under the linen-like skin, veins were popping up on the back of his hands.
Poinsettia stared at the silver threads on his temples and sighed softly.
"But...Mr. Hongmei, you have become a lot more depressed...haha." The old city lord pondered for a long time, and finally raised his head dryly, showing a stiff smile.
Poinsettia caressed the stone table, and said with a cold smile: "The masterminds behind the scenes... will make everyone in the world pay the price."
As he spoke, the sword behind him shone with a cold light, as if responding to his awakening.
Fu Yunge looked at his master with mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.
"Boy." Unexpectedly, Poinsettia called him first.
Fu Yunge had rarely heard Poinsettia call him that before, and his nerves became numb for a moment before he raised his head and responded. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the flashing eyes of Poinsettia looking directly at him.
"I heard that you already have a way to deal with the blood mist. Let's talk about it." Poinsettia said lightly, "Lang Chenyan can't handle it alone. This plan needs more people."
It turns out that Poinsettia met Lang Chenyan during her trip. Fu Yunge no longer hesitated and told them all their plans.
The three people sitting down were nodding their heads while listening to Fu Yunge's eloquent narration.
Gradually, the eyes of Poinsettia and Murong City Master even flashed with eagerness of hope.
During this period, Dongfang Shiming supplemented his analysis and recounted it at any time. After his improvements, the original plan became more complete and feasible.
In addition to the original plan to drive away the blood mist, Dongfang Shiming also planned in detail the strategy to stop Jiuche Xiaoying during this period. After several repeated thoughts, he finally settled on what he thought was the safest battle situation.
"Relying on the power of the three mountains to drive away the blood mist, use the force of an arrow to reach the Ghostly Roaring Abyss, and use the three stations as a hub to intercept the Jiuche Xiaoying troops who finally counterattacked." Dongfang Shiming had sharp eyes, talked eloquently, and scolded Fang. Qiu.
Every condensed word is the result of his burning the midnight oil and thinking hard. So when he talks about it at this moment, you can feel the weight of every word.
The light and shadow were mottled, and in front of everyone's eyes, it seemed that the fierce and courageous decisive battle scene had already appeared.
City Lord Murong was obviously very excited. He couldn't help but glance out at the diffuse blood mist, as if he would regain his clarity in the next second.
Dongfang Shiming analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of both parties one by one. Although Righteous Path currently has scattered weaknesses, if it cooperates with the final plan, it may be possible to turn such weaknesses into Righteous Path's great advantage in one fell swoop.
Scattered and condensed, dancing on the stone table. The projected blood light made everyone's cheeks burn, and everyone was focused on it.
A final cough. Dongfang Shiming's voice stopped suddenly, just like beating a drum, which made people feel happy and even more high-spirited.
"Okay, this is really great." After hearing this, City Lord Murong clapped his hands with dark eyes.
Poinsettia also nodded: "I have no objection. It's just that this move will exhaust all the righteous power of the lower world. The last fight cannot allow failure."
Hearing Poinsettia say this, the three of them all agreed seriously.
They don't have time, and neither do the people in the lower world. This is the final counterattack against the long-running Jiuche Xiaoying disaster. The final decisive battle has already begun!
"We have to act as soon as possible." Dongfang Shiming told them calmly, "The Holy Envoy Xi Zishi revealed to us that their shadow master Gui Xiao Changyuan is preparing an ultimate weapon. We must rush before him and stop him ."
No one knows what the ultimate weapon is. But since this is the case, they must act more urgently and contact the entire lower world and all the living forces.
"I'm going to write a letter to the wine alliance." Dongfang Shiming turned around and stood up. "It would be great if Subiezhi and the agent have woken up."
City Lord Murong also followed him excitedly: "I'll find you paper and pen! Zhaofeng Mingyi's messenger bird is extremely fast!"
Fu Yunge and Poinsettia finally stood up and saw each other off.
"Master..." Fu Yunge stared at the back of Poinsettia.
Poinsettia was in no rush to leave. He turned his head lightly and breathed softly: "Let's go, let's take you to relax."
