In the sky, Murong Chen fought with dozens of cultivators, many of whom were seriously injured and unable to pursue him. Murong Chen summoned his own spiritual flute, and the sound of it blew. More pursuers couldn't bear the spiritual energy and fell into the wind.
With a sneer, Huang Yu flew toward the golden platform. Seeing that she was about to capture the soul box, a red flame barrier suddenly fell down before her eyes. Then a circle of fire lit from the high platform, the entire golden platform!
Murong Chen looked back. His wings relaxed and his eyes narrowed. "Xihe Jun… Do you want to stop me!"
Through the flying golden red sparks, Mo Xi looked at the emperor's face. This man once had a thousand faces, good, evil, angry, kind. Maybe this was his life. He had lived with a thousand faces, but he had already lost his own face.
Even at the moment, Murong Chen was staring at him with obvious anger, but it was not so true.
Murong Chen had always been an "emperor," and he can not be "himself."
All the kinds of deceit and calculation in the past from this man flashed through Mo Xi's mind like a horse lantern in a moment. Although Mo Xi's anger was silent, it was very deep. He didn't even want to talk to the emperor any more. He just chopped his body forward. The ShuaiRan whip in his hand was like a flash of lightning, and suddenly drew to Murong Chen's heart.
Murong Chen couldn't avoid the flash, and the wings of the phoenix met the whip, blocking it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mengze has really done a great deed - she pulled out your red puppet...!"
Before he finished his words, Murong Chen ran into another flash of light, which hit his abdomen.
Mo Xi said coldly, "I have nothing to say to you."
After that, the tips of his feet were on the air array. The snake whip swept into the sky to chop the red light down!
This time, Murong Lian didn't dare to be distracted. He dodged to avoid the storm-like attack. However, he knew very well that, like Gu Mang's "lone wolf unsealing," the practitioner untied the spirits of the demon beast and the immortal beast in his body. Although he could greatly increase his combat power in a short time, he was also moved desperately.
In the time of just one stick of incense, he would no longer be able to control the spirit of the immortal beast. Instead, he would break his meridians and have no spiritual power. He must seize the soul box in this moment, and use his soul and life to smash the box to release the anti-worldly power of the blood demon beast.
But Mo Xi's strength was too strong. Murong Chen was on the offensive and defensive. Between the advance and retreat, he actually felt so stretched. Seeing the fire in the city, the soldiers and cultivators came from all directions of the Imperial City. The silver light of their swords converged in one place, like a long winding dragon. Their fingers and claws moved ferociously towards him to engulf him in the mutiny.
Mo Xi's ShuaRan turned into a blade, and he shouted, "This is over."
The cold light flashed at the end of his speech and went straight to Murong Chen.
At this time, clouds suddenly surged in the sky, and then a white light appeared in the deepness of the thick cloud, like a sword coming out of a box. Before people could react, a thunder fell from the sky.
"Boom!"
The glare of thunder and lightning was pressing down towards the golden platform, and in a moment, the guardian array around the high platform set by Mo Xi was extinguished. The fire which had been burning red for half a day turned into a piece of scorched earth, now only hissing and smoking. But unexpectedly, Mo Xi's face turned white. Suddenly, he was half kneeling in the cloud of the array.
Murong Chen did not expect to suddenly reverse the situation this way, but a moment later, he reacted. He squinted his eyes and murmured, "The oath of calamity..."
During the scuffle, they all forgot that Mo Xi had made an oath to him that he would be loyal to Chonghua and the emperor. The first half of the sentence did not violate Mo Xi, but the second half of the sentence had touched upon the oath when Mo Xi really went to kill him. Therefore, the heavenly calamity's attack not only broke the array set by Mo Xi, but also swallowed Mo Xi, making him seriously injured.
Mo Xi knelt and bowed down, and suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood.
"Ha..." Murong Chen stared at Mo Xi. After a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched and he laughed soundly. "Ha ha… Ha ha ha... "
He fell over the golden platform and stood in front of the colorful soul box before reinforcements arrived from all directions.
The emperor's expression was twisted by hatred and madness to look like a ghost.
"Fireball, thanks to your heart to protect the remnant soldiers of your Gu Mang Gege, you made an oath of calamity." He raised his hand and hung on the soul box. His face was pale like a ghost under the light of the soul box. "You'd better remember that you had the ability to prevent me - it was your spirit at that time that helped push this unyielding country into the depths of hell!"
Mo Xi struggled to stand up. Even if he was finally taken by the thunder and turned into ashes, he couldn't let Murong Chen get the box.
It was too late.
It wasn't easy to keep his mind under the torture of the ancient oath. What's more, Mo Xi wanted to carry it against the sky. The heavy cloud of the heavenly calamity seemed to be infuriated. There was a roaring thunder hovering in the air, ready to dive down at any time to tear this innocent mortal into dust.
At this time, Murong Chen put his hands together, and waved them up and down.
A dazzling golden light went straight into the sky and collided with the surging wind and thunder in the sky. In an instant, the tiger roared and the dragon sang, and the mountains and rivers changed color. It seemed that millions of fierce ghosts were going to break through the earth from under its surface, and the earth vibrated.
Mo Xi coughed to break through the shackles of the oath of calamity, and attacked Murong Chen with a brilliance that could almost turn into ten thousand sharp arrows.
"You… Never... "
But Murong Chen had already flown into the sky. Holding the sealed box with the power of the blood demon beast, he poured his soul and vitality into the box. The box, which had been sealed with the condensed soul of Gu Mang, made a clucking noise in his palm. Slowly, a gap cracked.
Gu Mang, who had used. Murong Chen raised his head and made a terrible laugh like an owl.
For the first time in his life, he laughed so wantonly, without any disguise, without any planning. From a distance in the high wind, he laughed and looked down on the capital city which had trapped him all his life. Then he screamed and crushed the soul box in his hand!
In an instant, the pieces were scattered!
Out of the broken soul box, the terrible demonic power as vast as the sea surged out in an instant. It resisted the wind and went in the direction of the eight wastelands and the four seas, roaring and dancing in the sky. The stars disappeared in the sky, and the moon was covered with dust. Murong Chen had been swallowed into a thin shadow. His eyes were full of the light of the curse. Looking around all this, his voice was vague and crazy.
"Take a look, this is the choice you've made! By refusing to obediently bow your heads and obey orders, you make this one sad. And I will also… the peaceful days that you were waiting for… please.. No!!"
The voice fell, then the spiritual energy of the blood demon beast turned into a tornado. The creepy laughter turned in the demonic energy like a crazy whirlpool.
"The power of blood demon best has been released --"
"Not good!"
There was a scream and scream in the Imperial City, and the fire light of the whole capital flashed at this moment. And as that soul box surging in power became more and more intense, the place where Murong Chen was engulfed burst out in dazzling, strong white lights.
Mo Xi was the person closest to the array. He could almost feel the gravity pressing heavily down on his spine. The sense of desperation in front of the calamity almost destroyed him.
He was just a moment away from losing consciousness.
But at that moment, Mo Xi seemed to see the location where the soul box collapsed. There was a ray of golden light that was different from the tyrannical demonic power.
The golden light turned into a fuzzy reflection. It was an image of a young Gu Mang, dressed in battle armor, with armrests and frivolity in his eyebrows, flying from the broken soul box to the changing sky.
Mo Xi reached out his hand and murmured to call his name, but his throat was salty and astringent, full of blood.
The two words choked in his throat.
Gu Mang…
And then he fell down, from the height of the battle…
Finally, he fell into a heavy darkness.
When Mo Xi woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, some indistinct green figures shaking around him. His long eyelashes blinked, and he began to see the scene.
It was the Shennongtai healing pavilion. The swaying figures were the medical practitioners of Shennongtai. They were shuttling between the beds, treating the wounded practitioners. Mo Xi calmed himself, and his buzzing ears were filled with the tides of language: cries at bedsides to the doctors, the sound of consolation between relatives, the sound of the incantations of the spiritual healers.
He slowly picked himself up among these voices, and the things that happened before his coma flashed back to his mind.
The mutiny at Jinluan hall, the birth of Jingchen, the soul box, the overflowing streamer…
"Gu Mang!"
He sat up at once. His injured muscles suddenly hurt, and he frowned suddenly. Under his dark eyebrows, there were closed eyes and long, neat eyelashes.
His waking up attracted people's attention. Someone came to his bed in a hurry and said, "Mo Xiong."
Mo Xi put a hand to his forehead, rubbing the ache that wanted to crack through his temple. When he raised his eyes, both were red. He met Murong Mengze's face.
Mengze seemed to have not taken care of herself for many days. She only wore the simplest bun and a suit of black and gold rimmed clothes. She had some smoke and ashes on her cheek.
Mo Xi opened his mouth, and his throat was very dry. After two hard swallows, he was able to control his voice, which was not so strange. "This is… What is going on? What about Gu mang? What's the matter with blood demon beast…"
Mengze eyes were moist as she looked around. She did not need to say too much. Mo Xi was able to guess the situation of Chonghua today. The biggest healing pavilion of Shennongtai was full of seriously injured practitioners. Some of them were wounded from spiritual weapons, some were attacked by the demonic arts, and they were suppressed on the cold stone bed by a spiritual lock chain.
At a glance, he saw many of his former colleagues. In the distance, Yue
Chenqing was talking to a doctor. In fact, it was only half a month later, and Yue Chenqing was no longer a teenager. His brows were very deep, and he did not smile when he spoke. He was teaching Yao Xiu how to control his bamboo warrior, which could help in the chaos of all the casualties.
"The power of blood demon beast was broken. After Jingchen absorbed those powers, he was transferred to Liaoguo according to Murong Chen's will." Mengze's face was very ugly. "Liaoguo got the power of blood demon beast, and no one could stop it. He had already attacked outside the imperial capital. Lian Ge barely led the army to block it for seven days, but I'm afraid they will not be able to stop it tomorrow. The Guoshi of Liaoguo is about to leave the pass. He is refining Jingchen thoroughly. It should be tomorrow, and blood demon beast will be reborn."
Mo Xi said, "I've been in a coma for seven days?"
Mengze nodded, but saw his expression, and said in a hurry, "Don't worry. Even if the matter has reached this point, but it may not be a dead end. Didn't the Lord Chen Tang prevent the blood demon beast from swallowing the world? Lian Ge has been reorganizing all the remnant soldiers in the capital, preparing to control the three major armies and fight against Liao tomorrow!"
Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "No matter how capable Murong Lian is, he can't control the three armies at the same time. He has no way to suppress the three armies."
"But you're awake, aren't you?" After a pause, she said, "You can command the Chiling camp. Brother Lian will take the practitioners he knows well, as for the northern frontier army..."
She pursed her lips, and her eyes flashed with an emotional sheen.
Mo Xi was stunned, and then seemed to get some kind of perception. His heart beat quickly. He stared at Mengze's eyes. "What about the northern frontier army?"
"I, I have good news." So, what made his mind tremble? What she wanted to say was like dripping water and boiling oil, which were destined to cause a splash.
Mo Xi opened his teeth and lips lightly. He was staring at her, his voice almost inaudible, "How did he?"
"He has recovered completely. He has survived the attack and has been rehabilitated. He took command of the northern frontier army three days ago. Now he is training his soldiers in the school yard to prepare for tomorrow's battle."
Mo Xi: "!!"