......

Ying Long took An Chengde away, the elders set off to return to the sect, and in Youzhou City, which was seriously damaged, in addition to the people of Lingding and half of the black-armored iron horses, the rest were left with incomplete corpses all over the city, and the damage caused by the spider swarm to the people was not small, even if they survived, they were also haunted by this disappearing scene, and it was impossible to have a continuous nightmare in the next few days.

There are no strong people in the city, not even the big guys who are higher than the fifth order, at this time, the pale golden illusory spirit body has quietly emerged, it is the old man's Yuan Shen; after reaching the eighth order, the monk can try to condense the Yuan Shen, and if he is lucky, he can condense the Yuan Shen Spirit Fetus to prepare for the advancement to the ninth order.

"That little thing, it's really a madman, pulling the old man to cross the catastrophe together, and wants me to bury him with him, no way, wait for me to go out and find a place where no one is, and re-plan my revenge!" The old man's divine sense is hidden in the golden light, and now he has two people who hate him to the bone, one is Ying Long, who has just become a metamorphosis, and the other is the ancestor of the Medicine King Valley.

"......" tiptoed a little bit to move his position, for fear that his behavior would cause unnecessary trouble.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuqiu's strength was at the fourth order, and he didn't have the ability to perceive his own Yuan Shen at all.

"The old man walked slowly like this...... "The old man continued to move slowly, his eyes were too much on Zhao Wuqiu's side, and the black figure stood in front of him, and he didn't notice it.

"Who's the hell?" the old man's fragile spirit seemed to be stuck against a wall.

"Eighth-order powerhouse, it's too miserable to be mixed up like this, do you need help?" the kind-hearted person who suddenly appeared asked with concern, and extended a helping hand to him.

“...... Who are you?" the old man is at the lowest point in his life, and there is no room for resistance, let alone any scolding the 'good Samaritan' who suddenly appeared.

The well-wisher smiled, thinking of the old man's helping hand, the old man's spirit was in a trance, in the golden light, the palm of the 'well-wisher' and the spirit of the spirit blended, unconsciously, the power in the old man's body was passing wildly, and the power of absorbing it was the furnace-shaped pattern of the old man's palm.

Top-grade magic weapon - demon incinerator!

"Uh......" The old man dissipated the last trace of his divine consciousness in the wail, and the 'good Samaritan' rubbed the incantation in his palm, and his heart was satisfied.

The figure of the 'Good Samaritan' gradually dissipated from the space, and the wisp of the Yuan Shen of the Eighth Order powerhouse was the strongest demon soul he had ever received in his life, he was the weapon demon of the Ten Directions Demons, and one of the few high-grade refiners in the mountain and sea world.

Everyone in Youzhou City didn't notice the changes at this time, they were all immersed in the grief of destroying the city, Liu Qing led the few remaining black armored iron horsemen to take care of many trivial matters, until three days later, the reinforcements of the Qingzhou royal family came in a mighty way.

The leader is the prince of Wei, the prince of Yunqian, the third son of the king of Zhou, who emerged six years after Cheng'an, made great achievements for the country, and is a rare leader in the younger generation.

The finishing work has also come to an end, Yun Qian brought 20,000 soldiers from the three armies, which is the strength of the three state capitals, originally he thought that there would be a tough battle to be fought here, and he also invited the seventh-order powerhouses of the Medicine King Valley to help, but unfortunately they didn't catch up, and fortunately they didn't catch up, otherwise it would be okay for 20,000 people to die in the scene a few days ago.

Zhao Wuqiu dealt with the aftermath for Mo Qing, naturally some things would be involved with Prince Yunqian, although the two had different conducts, but they had the same temperament, after a few days of contact, they regarded each other as confidants, if it wasn't for the occasion, they really wanted to drink for three days.

Time flies, seven days of proper arrangement, so that Youzhou City has slowly returned to the right track, to the day when Zhao Wuqiu is ready to leave for the sect, at the request of Prince Yunqian, the three armies see off the disciples of Changxian Academy.

Although this matter is very unreasonable to say, but it is also reasonable, Changxian Academy put down its own transcendent shelf to help Youzhou City tide over the difficulties, as the host of the Qingzhou royal family, it should indeed be expressed, but whether the prince of Yunqian has a lot of real power, King Zhou is far away in Kyoto, he can only do his best on the surface, and then wait until he returns to Beijing, and then discuss the next matter with King Zhou.

Prince Yunqian was dressed in white clothes, practicing for the dead hero, he had put down the honor of the prince, and mourned for the disciples of the Changxian Academy who died this time as a friend: "This is not a farewell, the day of meeting can be expected, all the masters, Xiao Wang Yunqian respectfully sends off the honorable driver!"

The accompanying soldiers did not have the scheming of Prince Yunqian, they only knew that when the superior made this salute, as courtiers, they should kneel down on one knee and bow their heads to accompany them.

"Brother Yun Qian's reputation, this matter Youzhou City has suffered heavy casualties, we are really shameless to bear your great gifts, the harassment of recent days, please also ask all the soldiers Haihan, he will see each other in the future, we can sing a long song, and laugh proudly in the rivers and lakes!" Zhao Wuqiu is not a big disciple selected by the great elder, and his verbal kung fu is not weaker than Yun Qian's.

"No, don't send it!" Yun Qian said softly.

Zhao Wuqiu smiled and bowed his head, turned around on his horse, and set off to return to the sect with nearly a hundred disciples and protégés.

As soon as Yun Qian jumped up, he went up to the battlements, took out the wine jug he carried with him, and watched his friends go away while drinking; the sunset was low, the sunset was beautiful, the figure disappeared into the golden sand, and the adjutant under the city trotted all the way up the city wall, waiting for the order of the prince of Yun Qian.

"Gollum ......" Yun Qian drank the last sip of turbid wine and said with a mellow aroma, "This king will leave for Beijing tonight, you go and prepare!"

"However, you have just finished drinking a pot of wine, and you are afraid that there will be a difference in riding a horse in this state, right?" The adjutant was very worried about whether Yun Qian's consciousness was sober.

"When did this king drink and miss his business?...... Hmm...... "After saying that, his stomach rolled and spit out a lot of unclean things.

"The daughter of the Medicine King Valley who His Majesty asked you to marry last time, you were drunk, and you ...... There was also a wedding banquet, did you forget?" the adjutant cautiously reminded, he knew the importance of marriage, and flipped the table in front of King Zhou...... is to slap his father's face in public, this is said to be a big crime, but fortunately, Yaowanggu is generous, saying that the matter of men and women, or both parties need to be satisfied, so he regretted the marriage and took the girl back......;

"Why are you talking about this?!, you can't say something happy?!...... Yun Qian rolled down the battlements, lay on the masonry of the city wall, and said in a weak tone: "My father knows that I have someone I like, and he still asked me to marry other women, obviously he doesn't treat my son as a family member...... What else do I have...... Dignity...... Tomorrow at dawn and depart for Beijing, you go and arrange it, I want to lie here alone for a while!"

"But this place is barbaric, and you will catch a cold at night!" the adjutant said with concern, this nanny's heart is really helpless.

"Okay...... It's so cool, so I can think about it, what should I do next?!" Yun Qian waved his arms loudly, "Who is drunk and dream......ing first?

Yun Qian's favorite person is the singer in the Bird Flower Building, who was killed by King Zhou after making trouble that night...... The last five words, 'shallow and sad', are her masterpiece.

......

Postscript history books, in the sixteenth year of Cheng'an, the plague in Youzhou City, ten dead and nine injured, the third prince Yunqian rushed to the disaster relief, and it was harmless to be removed.

......