"What, the state of formlessness can't trap you?"
Another man in black robe below saw the figure of the incoming man clearly and let out an incredible exclamation.
"Oh it's you."
Qiu Chiyu's eyes penetrated the thick black robe and saw clearly the face of the speaker. It was the illusionist who performed the illusion at the opening of the Bliss Banquet.
As for the man in black robe holding the dagger just now, Qiu Chiyu didn't even bother to look at him. He was just another idiot who had been brainwashed and naively thought that as long as he overthrew Fu Xia's rule, he would be able to rise to the top.
Several rays of sword light flashed across, and the talisman chain that imprisoned Princess Changle was cut off. Hua Qing'er jumped up and held the falling Li Jinyan in her arms. Looking at the pale face of the girl in her arms, Hua Qing'er was disappointed with these black people. The man in the robe naturally has a bad expression.
"Master Helian, you have the reputation of being the best illusionist in the world, and the emperor of the current dynasty has bestowed upon you countless glory and wealth. Is your dream-returning technique used to harm Princess Changle?"
Qiu Chiyu's gaze was so menacing that even Helian, wearing a black robe, did not dare to meet her eyes.
"Lord Yanlongmu, the emperor does favor me very much, but the blood of the Qiansui Empire flows in my body. My only belief in living in this life is to restore the country. Can you understand how I feel?"
Helian excitedly took off the hood of his black robe from the corner of his eye. His green eyes with Hu origin were full of firm and generous faith.
"It's ridiculous. It has been more than 300 years since the Fuxia Dynasty was established. How many of your ancestors are still alive? At that time, Emperor Lieyang imposed excessive levies, wars between the north and the south continued, and the people were displaced. Do you think that the people in the world would be willing to return to such a dynasty? Under the rule?"
Qiu Chiyu took a step forward, and Helian stepped back a little from the corner of his eye.
"Have you seen the wars and refugees all the way from the Western Regions? Have you seen the scene where the Yellow River burst its banks and flooded thousands of villages? Have you seen the world where the victims exchanged their children for food and starved to death everywhere? Purgatory? Do you still remember that these scenes really happened under the rule of your Qiansui Empire?
Do you think you are a brave warrior who is dedicated to rejuvenating the country? You are just a greedy rebel who wants to seize power after enjoying the money. "
"No, you don't have to confuse the public with your lies here. There are more than a hundred of our warriors here. No matter how high your Flame Dragon Priest cultivation is, you won't be able to get out of here tonight."
Helian fell to his knees out of the corner of his eye, already falling into hysterical madness. Qiu Chiyu looked at him condescendingly, as if looking at a struggling ant.
"You want to fight with me?"
The astrolabe under Qiu Chiyu's feet opened with cracks, and the rock formations were scorched black by the flames. Her eyes were shining with bright flames, making it impossible to look directly into her eyes.
"The Great Illusion Nightmare, Flame Dragon Priest, shall be forever trapped in a colorless and formless dream."
Helian Yuguang, with the mentality of a dead end, improved his dream technique to the extreme. This time, the illusion he performed was more real and bigger than ever before. In this desperate state of mind, his Return to Ruins Illusion Technique entered a whole new level.
"Haha, hahaha, God bless me, Yanlong Mu, do you really think you are invincible?" Helian Yuguang opened his arms and looked up to the sky and laughed. There is really no limit to the way.
There was a stabbing sound, like the sound of cloth being torn, and Helian Yuguang's laughter suddenly stopped.
The dream that quickly rose up and covered the surrounding areas was as if a needle had pierced a small hole, and then was torn apart along the small hole, turning into fragments of broken light spots and disappearing into the darkness.
"What?"
At this moment, Helian Yuguang would rather believe that he had fallen into a dream than accept the fact before him. The dream technique that he had practiced to the extreme was actually broken so easily.
Looking up, the young man behind Qiu Chiyu happened to put away the long sword thrust towards the sky, and when he caught his gaze, he politely saluted him with the sword in hand.
But in Helian's peripheral eyes, this was naked ridicule. His proud work, which he had worked hard for half a lifetime, seemed to be just a joke.
For a moment, Helian's heart was filled with anxiety, and a mouthful of blood suddenly appeared in Helian's peripheral vision. He gasped for air, his chest heaved violently, and after struggling for a few times, he fell to the ground, losing his life.
Looking back on his life, from the time he was born, he was considered by his tribe to be the lucky star to restore Qiansui. As he grew older, he showed extraordinary talent in cultivation. Later, he followed the oldest wizard in the thirty-six countries to learn the art of dreaming, in order to one day confuse the entire Fuxia.
But in the end, the mission he persisted in throughout his life was nothing more than fetching water from a bamboo basket. Perhaps the world's best illusionist had always been immersed in his own fantasy.
When Zhuang Zhou woke up from his dream, he didn’t remember whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou. Could those worlds that were considered dreams really exist?
There was no leader, and the remaining men in black robes couldn't do anything at all. They abandoned their helmets and armor and surrendered. But these things should be left to the emperor to worry about.
Accompanied by a cough, the comatose Li Jinyan slowly woke up. She looked at the stone walls around her with some confusion, then raised her head and looked at the kneeling men in black. She seemed to understand something, and finally looked at the person holding her. Hua Qing'er had a friendly smile on her face.
"Junior sister Qing'er, thank you for coming to save me."
"Senior Sister Jinyan, you don't seem to be afraid at all. You almost died just now." Seeing that she was fine, Hua Qing'er's worried heart relaxed.
"I'm used to it. Sometimes, I wish they would just kill me, so that I wouldn't be so worried." Her relaxed words were filled with deep helplessness.
"How could this happen? Does your father not care about your safety?"
It stands to reason that a princess of a country must be accompanied by a few masters of secret protection. What's more, a beautiful girl like Li Jinyan, who received the golden elixir at the age of nineteen, should be well taken care of. How could the emperor just let her show up alone?
"Father? Hey, you will know when you get out of here and return to the ground."
Ripples appeared in the calm water of Fuhua Pond. Qingya and his group jumped out of the pond without touching the water and came to the moonlight again.
At this time, in front of the originally empty Qianqiu Palace, thousands of forbidden troops who had been missing all night were standing majestically in square formations, with dense iron armor and full of oppression.
"The general is late in escorting me. I hope the princess can atone for her sins."
