In the sky, Murong Chen fought with dozens of cultivators, many of them were seriously injured and unable to fight and pursue. Murong Chen summoned his own Shenwu Dongxiao, and it blew a mournful sound. More chasers couldn't bear this spiritual flow and fell behind.
He sneered, and the phoenix feathers fluttered towards the golden stage. Seeing that he was about to win the soul box, suddenly a red flame barrier crashed down in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a circle of fire ignited from the edge of the high platform, wrapping the entire golden platform inside!
Murong Chen turned his head, his wings fluttered, and his eyes narrowed: "Xi Hejun... Are you here to stop Gu?"
Across the fluttering golden red spark, Mo Xi looked at Junshang's face. This man once had a thousand faces, good or bad, angry or kind. Maybe he was like this in his life. He lived a thousand faces, but he had already lost his own face.
Even at this moment, when Murong Chen stared at him with obvious anger, it didn't seem so real.
Murong Chen has always been "Your Majesty", and he can't be "himself".
The various deceptions of this person in the past, the calculation step by step, flashed through Mo Xi's mind one by one at this moment like a revolving lantern. Although Mo Xi's anger was silent, it was extremely deep. , only splitting forward, the swift snake whip in his hand swam out like a lightning bolt, and slammed into Murong Chen's heart.
Murong Chen couldn't dodge in time, and the phoenix wings joined together to block Mo Xi's snake whip. He gritted his teeth and said, "Meng Ze really did a great deed - she actually pulled out your puppet Dan...!"
Before he could finish his words, another flash of light flashed through, hitting Murong Chen's belly.
Mo Xi said coldly, "I have nothing to say with you."
After talking, point your toes a little on the air formation, swept up to the sky, and the red light tyrannical snake whip slashed at the head!
This time, Murong Lian didn't dare to be distracted. He spread his wings and dodged to avoid the rainstorm-like attack, but he knew very well that, just like Gu Mang's "Lone Wolf Unblocking", the cultivator unlocked the magical beast in his body. Immortal beast spirit bodies, although they can increase their combat power in a short period of time, it is also a desperate move.
With just one stick of incense, he will no longer be able to control the spirits of the beasts. Instead, his meridians will be violently broken and his spiritual power will be lost. He must capture the soul box at this moment, and use his soul and life to destroy the spirit. The box was forcibly shattered, releasing the power of the world-defying blood beast.
However, Mo Xi's strength was simply too strong, and Murong Chen felt so stretched between the offensive and defensive. Seeing the fires in Zhonghua City, the armored monks who came to help came from all directions of the Wangcheng. The silver lights of the swords they brought out when they were holding their swords converged in one place, like a long dragon, and their fingers and claws swam towards him, trying to engulf him. in this mutiny.
Mo Xi turned his blade quickly, and said: "This is the end."
With a flash of cold light, he raised his sword and stabbed at Murong Chen.
At this moment, the sky suddenly surged, followed by a white light from the depths of the thick clouds, like a sharp sword coming out of a box, before everyone could react, a thunderbolt fell from the sky.
"boom!"
The dazzling light of thunder and lightning pressed down towards the golden platform, and in an instant, Mo Xi extinguished the protective barrier surrounding the high platform. And Mo Xi's face turned pale at the same time, and then all of a sudden he half-knelt on the cloud of formation.
Murong Chen never expected such a reversal suddenly, but after a while, he reacted. He squinted his pupils and murmured: "The oath of robbery..."
During the melee, they all forgot that Mo Xi once made the oath of heavenly tribulation to him, swearing that he would definitely be loyal to Chonghua and the emperor. The first half of the sentence was not violated by Mo Xi, but the second half of the sentence had already touched his oath when Mo Xi actually made a killing move against him. Therefore, Jiu Tian's calamity not only shattered the barrier set by Mo Xi, but also devoured Mo Xi's oath. Extinguished, he was seriously injured.
Mo Xi knelt down and bowed his head, suddenly choking out a mouthful of blood.
"Ha..." Murong Chen stared at Mo Xi, after a while, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed out loud, "Haha...hahahaha..."
He landed on the top of the golden platform and stood in front of the radiant soul box before reinforcements from all directions arrived.
Your Majesty's expression was distorted by hatred and madness to resemble a ghost.
"Fireball, thanks to your wholehearted desire to protect the remnants of your brother Gu Mang, you made the oath of catastrophe." He raised his hand and hung it above the soul box, his face pale under the light of the soul box Ghost, "You'd better remember that you had the ability to stop Gu Gu - it was your will at the time that helped Gu push this untamed country into the depths of hell!"
Mo Xi struggled to stand up, even if he was finally turned into ashes by the thunder tribulation, he could not let Murong Chen get the box.
Too late.
It was extremely difficult to maintain reason under the torture of the ancient oath, not to mention that Mo Xi wanted to carry it against the sky. Jiutian Chongyun seemed to be angered, and there was a faint hissing thunder circling in the air, ready to dive down at any time, tearing this mortal who didn't know what to do with it to ashes.
At this moment, Murong Chen clasped his hands together, covering up and down.
A dazzling golden light shot straight into the sky and collided with the surging wind and thunder in the sky. In an instant, the tiger roared and the dragon roared, and the mountains and rivers changed color, as if millions of ghosts were about to break out from under the surface, and the earth shook.
Mo Xi choked and coughed to break through the confinement of the oath of calamity, and attacked Murong Chen in the face of the great brilliance that could almost be turned into a thousand arrows to pierce people.
"You... must not..."
But Murong Chen had already flown to high altitude. Holding the box that sealed the power of blood beasts, he poured all his soul and life force into the box. Gu Mang's glass box, which had been condensed with his soul, made a rattling noise in his palm, slowly cracking open. Murong Chen raised his head and let out a terrifying laughter like a night owl.
It was the first time in his life that he had laughed so unbridledly, without any pretense, without any contemplation. He laughed loudly, Yu Sa was blowing the wind, overlooking the capital where he had been trapped all his life from a distance, and then shouted violently, crushing the soul box in his palm!
In an instant, the pieces scattered!
The terrifying black demon spirit power like the maddening flow of the vast sea instantly poured out of the cracked soul box, riding the wind in the direction of the Eight Desolates and Four Seas, roaring and dancing in the sky. The stars and rivers disappeared in the sky for a moment, and the moon shadow was covered with dust. At this time, Murong Chen had been swallowed into an almost transparent phantom. The curse light in his eyes was full of light, and he looked around at all this, his voice was vague and crazy.
"Look at it, this is the choice you made! If you don't want to obediently obey orders, you make the lonely days sad, and the lonely days are also... You want to wait for a peaceful day... Beg and... No!"
As soon as the words fell, the tornado wind that was transformed by the blood demon spirit stream was split into broken shadows, but the creepy laughter turned frantically like a vortex in the blood demon spirit stream.
"The power of blood beasts has been unblocked!"
"not good!"
There were screams and screams in the royal city, and the entire imperial capital was flickering with panic at this moment. And the surging power in the soul box continued and became more and more intense, and the place where Murong Chen was swallowed burst out with a strong white light that could make people dizzy.
Mo Xi was the closest person to the formation. He could almost feel the force of gravity pressing down on his spine. The sense of elusiveness in front of the catastrophe almost destroyed him.
Losing consciousness is only a momentary thing.
But at that moment, Mo Xi seemed to see the place where the soul box had collapsed, and a golden light that was completely different from the power of the tyrannical black demon floated out.
That golden light turned into a blurred reflection. It was a lot of young Gu Mang, wearing battle armor, with a sash and a frivolity in his eyebrows. He flew from the broken soul box to the discolored sky.
Mo Xi stretched out his hand and muttered to call his name, but his throat was full of salty blood.
Two words, choked in the throat.
Gu... Mang...
Then he fell, fell from the heights of the battle, fell...
Finally, fell into a heavy darkness.
When Mo Xi woke up, he found that he was lying on the bed, surrounded by some blurry plain cyan figures swaying back and forth. His long eyelashes blinked, gradually seeing the scene here.
It is the Healing Pavilion of Shennongtai, and those shaking figures are the medicine repairers of Shennongtai. They shuttled between the sickbeds and were treating the injured monks. Mo Xi calmed down, and the humming ears filled with tidal human voices, the cry on the doctor's couch next to him, the comforting sounds of relatives, and the sound of incantations when the pharmacist cast his spells.
He slowly picked himself up in these voices, and the events before the coma flashed back to his mind.
The mutiny of the Golden Palace, the birth of Jingchen, the soul box, the overflowing streamer...
"Gu Mang!"
He sat up all of a sudden, the injured muscles were suddenly pulled and hurt, he frowned suddenly, under the dark eyebrows were closed eyes and neat long eyelashes.
His awakening attracted people's attention, and someone hurriedly came to his sickbed: "Brother Mo."
Mo Xi supported his forehead with his hand, rubbing the corner of his side forehead that was in pain, and his eyes were red when he raised his eyes. He met Murong Mengze's face.
Mengze didn't seem to have taken care of himself carefully for many days, only wearing the simplest bun, wearing clothes with black bottom and gold rims, with some scorched ashes on his cheeks.
Mo Xi opened his mouth, his throat was so dry, he swallowed hard twice, so that he could control his voice to not be so unfamiliar: "This is... What's wrong? Where is Gu Mang? What happened to the blood beast? Liao Kingdom-"
Mengze looked around with wet eyes. She didn't need to say too much, Mo Xi could already guess Chonghua's current situation. The largest healing pavilion in Shennongtai was already full of seriously injured monks, some were wounded by spells, swords, and some were attacked by black demons, and were suppressed by the chain on the cold stone bed.
At a glance, I saw a lot of colleagues I used to know. In the distance, Yue Chenqing was talking to a Yao Xiu. In fact, after just half a month, Yue Chenqing no longer looked like a teenager, and her brows were very wrinkled. Deep, there is no smile when speaking. He was teaching Yaoxiu how to steer his bamboo warriors and could help amidst the chaos of casualties.
"The power of the blood monsters was broken. After Jingchen absorbed the power, he transferred to the Liao Kingdom according to Murong Chen's last wish." Mengze's face was very ugly, "The Liao Kingdom has gained the power of the blood monsters, and no one can stop it. It has already attacked outside the Imperial City. Brother Lian reluctantly led the army to block it for seven days, but I am afraid it will not be able to stop tomorrow. The beast will be reborn."
Mo Xi: "...I've been in a coma for seven days?"
Mengze nodded, but seeing his expression, he hurriedly said: "Don't be in a hurry, even if things have reached this point, it may not be a dead end. Didn't Palace Master Shen Tang stop the blood beast from swallowing the world in the same way? Can you lift it? Brother Lian is already reorganizing all the armored soldiers in the capital, preparing to Yushuai's three major armies and fighting against Liao tomorrow."
Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "No matter how capable Murong Lian is, he still can't control the three armies at the same time. He has no way of suppressing the three armies at all."
"But you're awake, aren't you?" After a while, she said again, "You can command the Chiling Camp, and Brother Lian will bring the cultivator he is familiar with. As for the Northern Army..."
She pursed her lips, and her eyes flashed with some indiscernible luster.
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to get some kind of perception, and his heartbeat suddenly increased. He stared into Mengze's eyes: "How about the Northern Army?"
"I, I have good news." Mengze seemed to be afraid of making his heart tremble, so he kept his voice low, but what was the use? What she was about to say was already like dripping water like boiling oil, destined to cause a splash, "Gu Mang..."
Mo Xi's lips parted lightly, he stared at her, his voice almost inaudible: "What's wrong with him?"
"He has fully recovered, and after this catastrophe, he has been rehabilitated - he has re-instructed the commander of the Northern Army three days ago, and is now training his soldiers at the school grounds, ready to fight tomorrow."
Mo Xi: "!!!"