Chu Zhiyuan gasped and fell on the city wall with a pale face.
Seeing the fog and prey pressing down on the city from a distance, he already knew that everything was over, whether he arrived or not, it was over, and it was impossible for Mengguan to hold on.
But he came anyway.
Arrived as if to die.
He stood still near Jun Wanbai, held the sword expressionlessly, and stared at the Bone Throne floating in the sky. He has already realized who that silver-robed woman is—the existence in the underground of Yanmen County, who was suppressed with the sword of Emperor Xuan.
The woman looked down at Jun Wanbai who was holding Li Xin in her arms, her aura was indifferent and cold.
Jun Wanbai laid Li Xin's already cold body on the ground, she stood up slowly, drew out her two swords, with a deathly calm expression on her face: "Prepare for battle—"
Jun Wanbai's voice resounded throughout the Mengguan city.
Although the woman on the throne did not move, the situation was already clear, and the opponent was a powerful enemy who could destroy them with a backhand.
Slightly injured, seriously injured, crying, dumb... After Jun Wanbai's voice spread far away, the disciples of Xianmen stood up one by one, followed her, and clenched the weapons in their hands. The whistling wind came from far away, blowing across the faces of these disciples.
The light of the knife is like snow, and the world is silent.
Jun Wanbai did not directly give the order to fight back.
— Even though she was screaming all over her body, she rushed up and killed the person on the throne, either kill her or die.
She is a general.
She bears the life and death of the disciples guarding the entire Mengguan.
She was the general first, and then Jun Wanbai!
As long as the other party doesn't show any intention of killing them all, then she can't act rashly.
The woman in the silver robe was sitting high on the throne. Facing the hostility and vigilance of the entire city gate, she stretched out her hand and made a light move. All the golden light in the void dispersed, and the imperial map was rolled up and fell into her hands.
Jun Wanbai clenched her teeth tightly, even so the flesh on her cheek twitched violently.
Li Xin's blood was stained on the imperial map.
The silver-robed woman held the imperial picture with the attitude of holding an ordinary picture scroll. She lowered her head slightly and glanced casually, then stretched out her hand and brushed her fingertips lightly over it: "I feel that person's breath..."
She spoke, her voice was not high, but it fell into everyone's ears clearly.
"Where is he?"
The silver-robed woman looked up at Jun Wanbai.
At that moment, Jun Wanbai's breathing stagnated slightly, and the woman's eyes were indifferent, Jun Wanbai could feel that... The other party looked at her like they were looking at ants.
"Who?"
Jun Wanbai tried her best to keep her voice steady, and her whole body tensed up in an instant.
"Didn't you follow his order to guard here?" The silver-robed woman said quietly, her tone was strange, with a kind of erratic, "You know him."
she said with certainty.
"... the head of Baili?"
Jun Wanbai's pupils shrank slightly.
When the words "Master Baili" were spoken, the sky suddenly darkened, Jun Wanbai snorted and took a step back. At that moment, she felt a real killing intent flashing across the unpredictable existence in front of her, and that killing intent was not aimed at her.
At the moment when the other party's murderous intent was revealed, the sky darkened suddenly with her mood, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. The fog birds hovering behind her spread their bone wings, and the clouds rolled up.
Jun Wanbai's pupils shrank slightly, ready to face the battle.
But soon, the silver-robed woman returned to her cold and aloof look, without any emotion, she threw the imperial map to Jun Wanbai, and looked down at the whole Mengguan: "Go back and tell him—"
"We have returned to the earth."
The lightning like a black dragon swept across the entire sky, illuminating the sky and the earth in an instant. It also illuminated the other person's face, that gaze looking down at an ant.
Jun Wanbai held Huang Tu and stared at the silver-robed woman.
Chu Zhiyuan took a step forward.
No matter what Jun Wanbai decides, he will never object.
The other party contemptuously let them go and let them go, not because of pity, but because in the eyes of the other party, they were just like ants. Their lives and deaths were not even as important as bringing words to a man for her. The dignity of Xianmen was easily torn apart by the opponent.
The whole gate is silent.
Everyone heard the silver-robed woman's voice, and the people in Mengguan City were silent. They held their swords tightly and waited for Jun Wanbai's order. Their companions were lying beside them, and their bodies were covered with blood. , Their eyes were filled with hatred flames.
They are waiting for an order to fight.
However.
"withdraw-"
Jun Wanbai hissed loudly.
Mengguan was in a commotion, but the disciples of Xianmen did not move, and no one retreated.
"I said—retreat—"
Jun Wanbai yelled sharply, her voice was almost hoarse, and the voice sounded like thunder rolling throughout the whole Mengguan.
"withdraw-"
"withdraw-"
Over and over again, the sound rolled and echoed in the gorge, colliding back and forth.
retreat.
Jiang Chen held the sword and looked down at Li Shu's corpse on the ground, hoping that the other party would suddenly jump up, smile obscenely at him, and sneakily carry a jar of pears to look for him, hoping that the other party would suddenly laugh Tell him honestly, I am not dead, hehe, you must be scared by me.
But no.
Li Shu lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
The disciples of the Zhen Sect came over and hugged Li Shu, Li Shu's hands were hanging down stiffly, and the disciples of the Hehuan Sect stretched out their hands to give him a hug.
"Let's go."
Her voice was muffled and unreal.
let's go.
Where are you going
He's gone, where is Li Shu
The people above Mengguan retreated slowly. This was the most embarrassing time in the history of Xianmen. The retreat with heavy casualties was because the enemy let them go arrogantly. There was a look of sadness on everyone's face. Everyone escaped death, but no one could laugh.
Jiang Chen turned around numbly, followed behind everyone, walking in a daze.
Suddenly, he kicked something.
He looked down.
It is a small wine jar, very familiar.
It was Li Shu's jar, and he didn't want to throw it in his arms. When the disciples of Zhenzong held his body and retreated to Guanxia, they rolled down from his arms and landed on the ground. Yellow sand mixed with blood flowed out of the altar.
—Brother Chen, Brother Chen.
- Guess what I got
—You first promise not to rob me.
- You said it yourself.
…
The familiar voice echoed in his mind, Jiang Chen couldn't bear it anymore, he turned around abruptly, and howled like crazy.
He drew his sword, jumped up, and headed towards the throne high in the sky.
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"Just let them go?"
In the middle of the black cavalry camp, on a chariot, the white-haired old man turned his head and asked the young man beside him.
Chen Yanyu, the emperor of the Southern Chen Dynasty, he actually came to this Mengguan in person. Among the cavalry, he stood on the chariot, leaning on the crossbar, and looked at the fairy gate that was retreating from the broken Mengguan. everyone.
asked his wife beside him.
"Since it was the one who let them go, let them go." Chen Yanyu said, although he captured Mengguan, there was no happy expression on his face.
The Master said: "An ambush has been planted on Shidao in Yanmen County. Do you want them to do it?"
Chen Yanyu pondered, but did not answer directly.
At this time, someone roared out from the evacuated crowd in Mengguan, leaping towards the throne of bones in the sky. The woman on the throne didn't move, but the next moment, that person was burned to ashes by pale flames in the air.
The evacuated people paused, and then Jun Wanbai, the talented general of the Nine Xuanmen, once again ordered everyone to retreat sharply.
"Forget it." Chen Yanyu said, "Just treat it as my rare willfulness."
The master also saw that scene, and he sighed slightly: "Forget it, after all, it's the emperor's intention."
Chen Yanyu didn't say anything more, and ordered the army to slowly drive towards Mengguan.
When the cavalry in black armor slowly walked into Mengguan, the people of Xianmen who retreated to the plain behind and were slowly going away did not know who was the first to sing the song of summoning souls loudly.
"The soul is back! Go to the king's constant work, what is the four directions? Give up the pleasure of the king, and stay away from him! The soul is back!"
The desolate singing sounded in the wilderness, first it was the voice of a person.
Then two people, three people, a dozen people... In the end, all the people who were slowly retreating made their voices together.
"Come back—you can't hold on to it—the soul is coming back—the south can't stop—"
Soul come back!
This Mengguan is not our sect, nor our hometown! We are leaving here, don't stay in this strange place!
"The soul is back—the north can't stop—"
We are leaving, your souls should follow us back! We will take you back together, and we will return to the familiar sect! Let's drink and laugh together again, and we'll be the same as before.
"The soul is back—return to the former residence—"
let's go! Our brothers and sisters! Come back with us! We will sing the song of evocation all the way to guide you. In the distant sect, someone is waiting for us to return.
…
…
Soul, soul, soul, soul together!
On the vast land, the wind howled, and the desolate soul-calling song echoed for a long time on the blood-stained and fire-stained land. The sect disciples who had to retreat called for the souls of the dead to go back with them.
Amidst the sad singing, the iron cavalry of the Southern Chen Dynasty slowly marched into Mengguan, the land of the Southern Chen Dynasty. Stepping on the blood and corpses of themselves and the sect.
In the sky, the emperor sits on the bone throne.
She had no expression on her face, and stared indifferently at the person who was slowly receding while singing the song of the soul. The singing became farther and farther away, and finally only a faint echo remained.
The mist of prey danced slowly in the clouds behind her.
The author has something to say: When I was writing this, I remembered the Han Tui Zhihou Master Book I had memorized. It says "I am writing, I hold the pen, sing me and me, ask me to doubt. I fish and swim, I follow, I sleep and I rest, Moore's selfishness" "Abandon me and die, sigh me The decline of the age, the good friends are everywhere, when the sun, the moon and the clouds died in the youth, who is there now?"
Then I thought of the disciples of each sect growing up together, just like Jiang Chen and Li Shu, playing around in the sect together.
So when I was writing Call of Souls, I suddenly felt very sad.