As for Yuan Ze, it is a little difficult to see the depths, his strength fluctuates, and there seem to be many inconsistencies between his body and his soul. This made his realm erratic, but it did not exceed the realm of the king.

If it weren't for the fact that the blades of a few people were too strong, maybe there was no need for Lu Zhen to open the city protection array at all, and Mu Wushuang's attack alone would be enough to deter everyone. But the Ten Square Sticks, Ancient Swords, and Oil-Paper Umbrellas seem to have the power of artifacts, making Mu Wushuang, a saint, extremely tricky, unable to cover his edge.

Squeak, squeak...

The sword slave paced with difficulty, lost his previous momentum, picked up the mutilated ancient sword, glanced at Mu Wushuang, and turned his head to leave. A trace of undetectable aura flowed from his wound, and Du Xuan was suddenly shocked, this wisp of qi was actually seven points similar to the underground dragon vein!

"Brother Dao, stay. ”

Mu Haoyun's clothes are fluttering, although he is seriously injured, he still has an outstanding demeanor and extraordinary bearing.

Father~

The ancient sword roared slightly, and the sword slave stopped, turning his head as if he was going to fight again.

The third prince laughed and said: "Brother Dao, there is something wrong with your body, although I don't have a panacea, but I have thousands of spiritual weapons, if Brother Dao doesn't dislike it, you can go with me to get it." ”

He and the sword slave are commensurate with Taoist friends, not belittled or admired, and do not use the honorific title of the royal family but the title of the rivers and lakes. This hand is neither humble nor arrogant, and he grasps the weakness of the sword slave in just a few words, which lies in the ancient sword rather than himself.

Weng, Weng

The ancient sword let out a roar again, and in this battle it injured the origin, and in the collision with the ten-square stick and the oil-paper umbrella that were not weaker than him, it added a few gaps to his already somewhat broken sword body. The sword slave nodded, but did not speak.

Mu Haoyun smiled slightly, as if he was apologetic, and as if he was apologizing for the battle just now. He turned to Yuan Ze and said, "Brother Dao, you have a problem with your body. ”

"The soul and the body don't fit very well, and it just so happens that there are some ancient book fragments in the hands of the foolish brother, which contain some unverifiable history of the ancient god era and the method of repairing the soul of the god. ”

The focus of this sentence is on the historical fragments of the ancient gods rather than the method of repairing the soul, Yuan Ze can not pierce it at all, the entire ancient gods era has been buried, and he does have some problems, the historical fragments of the ancient gods may be able to find some secrets.

"Little birds... Interesting, let's go for a while. ”

Yuan Ze didn't care, and leaned towards Du Xuan with a ten-square stick.

However, Mu Wushuang took the first step to protect Du Xuan behind him, and Du Xuan's heart suddenly warmed and nodded at the teacher. Mu Wushuang thought about it, took half a step back, and left a sideways, vaguely Du Xuan was still within his protection.

Yuan Ze was very unimpressed, there were still many things to say between him and Du Xuan, but he was not in a hurry. At this time, he was holding his hands on the stick and looking at Du Xuan with interest.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the third prince immediately accosted: "Brother Dao, you have a problem with your body..."

Du Xuan: "......"

"Brother Dao was robbed of the immortal pattern when he was young, and now the three souls and seven spirits are incomplete, and there may be a crisis. ”

Du Xuan was stunned suddenly, he had never thought about this question, his Dao heart was tenacious in his past and present lives, and he knew that the Heavenly Dao was not perfect and people were lacking. never forced anything, but now he was suddenly a little stunned when he mentioned it.

"Your Highness has a law?"

"No, but I can help Shizi create an opportunity. ”

Mu Haoyun is full of spring breeze and amiable, which makes people unable to take precautions.

Du Xuan nodded and didn't speak, Mu Wushuang sighed and didn't say anything, and several people knew it.

"Uncle Huang, there is something wrong with your body..."

Mu Wushuang: "......"

"Uncle Huang dominates the world, he is not weak in his life, and he is the pinnacle of martial arts. Now he is the god of war of our clan, but the emperor's uncle casts the dantian and ignites the fire of nirvana. Although it is stronger, it is the next policy, the holy furnace is a foreign object after all, and the Nirvana fire is also a great supernatural power. Contrary to the purpose of the emperor's martial arts, the martial arts are on the way, but I am afraid that the emperor's uncle has been standing still for a long time. ”

Mu Wushuang was stunned, even his old friend Lu Zhen and his disciple Du Xuan had never found out about his physical problems, and he was actually broken by his nephew who had only met him a few times.

The meticulousness of the three princes' minds can be seen

"Didn't the crown prince of the dynasty beat you?"

Mu Haoyun's skin and flesh suddenly tightened, when Mu Wushuang had not left the royal family in the early years, he had made an exception to be the crown prince for a period of time. When the crown prince was young, he was punished in public for committing a mistake, and the skin was opened. After the contemporary Emperor Jing found out, he not only called the prince to ask and beat him again, which also caused the prince and the prince to ask about the prince's character for nearly a hundred years. Mu Haoyun was also beaten when he was young.

"Uncle Shenwei, nephew sweats..."

"Well, what do you think about that?"

"Before my nephew's trip, he took out a codex of the Imperial Immortal from the treasury, and there were several different methods recorded in the book, which may be able to solve the emperor's doubts. ”

Mu Wushuang nodded, the so-called Dynasty Immortal Immortal was not an immortal, but a demon clan powerhouse. He was once regarded as a guest of honor by the emperors of the three dynasties of the empire, and his experience and insights are admirable.

Mu Haoyun breathed a sigh of relief, Mu Wushuang had a clear mind and could do whatever he wanted, if he really wanted to beat him up, he was afraid that no one would be able to pull him back.

Seeing Mu Wushuang deflated, Lu Zhen on the side was somewhat happy. At this time, the third prince turned his head and smiled at him: "General Lu, you have a problem with your body..."

Lu Zhen: "......?"

"General Lu fought all his life, fought in the south and the north, and made a great name in the empire. But the general's divine endowment is too domineering, and it takes the demonization to stimulate the maximum power. In addition, the general has been fighting again and again, and there are many hidden diseases, according to the speculation of the younger generations, I am afraid that the general will often have nameless pain over the years. ”

Lu Zhen was shocked, even his personal guards did not know about his hidden illness, and the third prince easily deduced the cause and reason.

"Your Highness can heal?"

Mu Haoyun shook his head and returned: "There are gods in Sanchuan City who can practice my clan's holy medicine, so I naturally don't dare to be presumptuous, but before this trip, His Majesty gave three ninth-level imperial doctors to accompany him, all of whom are good at curing hidden diseases. ”

Lu Zhen secretly wandered to himself, the royal family of the three princes was too meticulous, and he could win over a group of people in just a few words. Even if you are excluded from the imperial city, you can still strategize. The so-called gift from His Majesty, I am afraid that he has been planning and begging in secret for a long time, otherwise with the drunken appearance of Emperor Jing today, how can he give the imperial doctor with him?

"Old fox, the third prince already has the appearance of an emperor. ”

Lu Zhen whispered, and Mu Wushuang smiled: "General Lu is now convinced?"

Lu Zhenhu was stunned and said, "I'm afraid that he will dig into my wall." ”

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Night, Twilight Tavern. In the small wine shop, Du Xuan, Mu Haoyun, Wei Fat, and Situ Jing sat opposite each other. And Mu Wushuang was immersed in the classics of the immortal and couldn't extricate himself, and Lu Zhen also surrendered under the fire healing offensive of the imperial doctor. As for Bu Bo and Yuan Ze, they studied the historical fragments of the Ancient God Era together.

The third prince dragged the three of them to the tavern on the pretext of resolving the misunderstanding, and Wei Pang sat down a little reluctantly. Situ Jing was a little uneasy, and her beautiful eyes looked around, like a mang's back.

The atmosphere gradually became active under the adjustment of the three princes, the four of them pushed the cups and changed the lamps, and the conversation box gradually opened.

"That demon clan's powerful Liu Yu... Fallen for my tricks.... Belch... Rao is like a ghost... You have to... I also have to drink my foot-washing water young master, come, Your Highness, do it!"

A pot of spiritual wine went down his stomach, and Wei Pang was in the clouds, pulling the three princes to drink happily. Mu Haoyun didn't have the prince's shelf, and when he talked to the end, he stood up, stepped on the table and loudly talked about the strange things in the palace. even emotionally counted the imperial pride.

Wei Pang echoed on the side, overjoyed when he heard his name, and laughed.

Situ Jing hesitated for a moment and finally picked up the wine glass in his hand and gestured slightly to Du Xuan. Two touches of sunset stained her cheeks red, the spirit wine added poetry, and the peach color was slightly drunk, revealing a little bit of girlish charm and shyness.

Du Xuan raised the wine glass in his hand in response, raised his head and drank it all.

Situ Jing bit her lip, hesitated, and finally asked the sentence: "You... Why do you want to kill me?"

In the ring, if Mu Wushuang hadn't made a move at the last moment, she would have died under Du Xuan's angry punch. That real and rich murderous aura made her tremble a little when she faced Du Xuan now.

Du Xuan was silent, all kinds of prehistoric plans, future generations may not know, and she may just be a chess piece that strayed into the chess game. But if it is left unchecked, more luck will inevitably be taken away by her alone, and I don't know how many talents will be killed in her hands.

In order to break Yi Qing's layout, Du Xuan had to kill her, regardless of whether she was innocent or not.

Mu Haoyun was keenly aware of the abnormality of the atmosphere, and sat between the two of them with a pot of semi-ethereal spirit wine. He burped and said, "Brother Dao... Foolish brother will tell you a story..."

He slumped in his chair like a country savage and told his story.

"Right now, there are more than 30 demon sons in the Northern Xinjiang Demon Clan, all of whom are the new generation of the Demon Clan, the helmsman of the Demon Clan in the future, and the Northern Xinjiang has devoted all its resources to cultivating it. ”

"There are more than 1,000 whites in our tribe, but there are few and strong blacks, and there are many whites and they are weak. Often ten, a hundred whites can't be exchanged for a sunspot, the front-line demons... Treat my people as dogs and slaughter them at will......."

The third prince poured two sips of wine, and then continued: "Do you know how many people die on the front line every year during the war? 200,000... A whole 200,000 people..."

His face was full of sadness, but his eyes were still resolute.

"Died on the battlefield, buried in a foreign land..."

Mu Haoyun's steps were frivolous, crooked, and he kicked down Wei Fat, who looked like a puddle of mud, and occupied his seat. Wei Pang rolled over the situation and got under the table.

"Come, full. ”

This glass of wine was a little muddy, and the three princes didn't know it at all, so they poured it for the two of them.

"Du Shizi, Wei Yuanhou, Situ Goddess... How many of these people are there? Witches, Twelve Demon Messengers, Demon God Prison, Blood River, Blood Temple, Great Abyss, Seven Thrones... These people... It's not like a few people can't fight!"

The third prince picked up the wine glass and knocked it lightly on Du Xuan's cup, then tilted his head and swallowed it. There were two lines of tears on his face.

"Brother Du, I know what you're angry about. But City Lord Lu said a word, and the foolish brother thought it was true. He said that wolves can't be exchanged for an evil dragon, and some people, although they have some talents, are still mortals after all, and they can't break through this cage. ”

After toasting the two of them with a glass of wine, Mu Haoyun was even more profligate. He said: "It is extremely difficult for every white child to get to this day, the goddess has killed many people, and those people have become whetstones when they are famous. But! Which whetstones should not die? Duan Shao of Yuan City that day, relying on some talents, eats, drinks, and has fun in the city, and is a wife and daughter, shouldn't he die?"

"The young master of the Spirit Heart Sect, greedy for life and afraid of death, closed his door without fighting, and watched the thirteen villages in Biansai being slaughtered by the demon clan, he actually held a banquet to celebrate the safety of the sect, shouldn't he die?"

"The grandson of Lu Gong of Fuyuan City, relying on his ancestor Mengyin, privately sold the blades in the city, so that the thousands of soldiers in the city did not have a pair of armor, he... Damn!"

The third prince was emotional, and the words changed, and then said: "I want that Situ Ao, the leader of the Crazy Sword Alliance, to go south to block the invasion of the beast clan, but only one son returns. He also sacrificed his sword in the Southern Regions..."

"His son Situ Ping is willing to suffer a thousand knives in order to help the goddess cultivate the forbidden law... The soul is scattered..."

His words gradually deepened, full of helplessness. The human race is weak, if it weren't for the former sages who opened up the territory at any cost, the south was based on the orcs and the north to resist the demons. In times of crisis, there are always people in the clan who carry the banner that will not fall and stand up for the clansmen. Perhaps the Terrans of the Exiled Lands are long gone.

Situ Jing was neither sad nor complaining, and listened calmly to others telling his story. Such a story, in the long history of the empire, is very old-fashioned and ordinary. But it was so extraordinary and heart-rending pain that fell on everyone's head.

"What if... Ten, no, a hundred people with a little qualification can be exchanged for a Situ goddess, then all this is worth it. Open your eyes and see if you want to see it! Why don't you lower your talents! Our clan is in danger, our clan is in danger!"

The third prince pushed open the bamboo window, and a bright moon sprinkled the bright moonlight. He roared at the sky, venting his dissatisfaction in his chest. Leaning weakly on the edge of the window, a generation of princes looked down at the flow of people outside the window.

Outside the window, the flow of people was bustling, although it was close to the middle of the night, but the martial arts battle, Wei Yuan Hou Shenwei had already spread all over the streets and alleys. Fueled by well-intentioned people, the ring battle was rumored to be miraculous. People rushed to tell each other, and everyone's faces were filled with joy, sweeping away the previous haze.

Not far away, the Divine Son Sect was worshipping the moon, reciting Wei Yuanhou's true name and praying for God's favor.

Du Xuan sighed, there was no record of Qingcheng in later generations. The Thousand Thousand Imperial Weapon is the forbidden method of the second master, which can not only snatch people's bones, but more importantly, plunder luck. Situ Jing is just a puppet, a blunt knife used by the second master to kill people. Little by little, it erodes the luck of the human race.

But he didn't have the idea of having to do it at the moment, if he killed one Situ Jing, there would be another one, and Master Yi Qing would not have this means alone. At present, it is more important to solve the problem of the survival of the clan, the demon war is imminent, and everyone is crucial.

Du Xuan turned his head and smiled at Situ Jing, everything was silent.

Late at night, the third prince stumbled towards his residence with Wei Pang in his arms and stumbling towards his residence under the secret protection of a group of guards. Situ Jing was drunk in order to clear the grievances in her heart, and was helped into the wing room by Sister Ling'er.

Outside the window, the figures of the three princes faded away, and the long shadows swayed in the moonlight. Wei Pang suddenly swept away his previous drunken state, and gave Mu Haoyun a thumbs up and praised: "Your Highness, this bitter trick is wonderful!"

The third prince was stunned for a moment, and then said with a wry smile: "A strategist once told me that Wei Yuanhou was treacherous, but I didn't believe it yet. I didn't expect you black-hearted fat man to be really wilted, and the bad guys let me do it, and you are so happy. ”

Wei Pang smiled: "Your Highness is far-sighted, and I am ashamed of ordinary people." ”

"Alas, Wei Hou, there seems to be something wrong with your body. ”

"Can't you get an erection again?"

"Your Highness... Help me!"