Chapter 62: Qingyue Terrace is a curtain of dreams, long sleeves and good dancing
"You, you, you ......" Yue Yansheng looked at his broken spine in disbelief, watching his hands that were trying to absorb the immortal yuan droop weakly, and the light in his eyes slowly dissipated.
From now on, I will be you. A sneer erupted at the corner of the gray Moon Remnant Ascend's lips, and he opened his mouth and sucked it in, the miserable green light swallowed in his throat, and the wisps of inexplicable translucent light came out of his mouth and were absorbed by the dark self, and the Moon Remnant ascended struggling, but it was useless.
"He will replace him, become the moon and become a ...... Qualified lonely ghosts. Ghost Buming muttered and shook his head, since he has already killed the remnant of the moon for a month, there is no need to kill the second moon remnant, let him live, anyway, it is impossible to go against them, if the dark self of the moon remnant ascends dares, the ghost does not want to kill a dark self that steals the vitality of the deity with innate poison, it is as easy as a finger.
"Do I have such a terrifying thing in my body?" Ao Buregret fought a cold war, seeing the dark self of the moon rising easily to destroy the deity, he couldn't help but think, if he also had this kind of thing in his body, what should he do? He couldn't let a ghost god who held the power of "reincarnation in the dirt" become his constraint.
You don't have this kind of thing, not even Rahu, Yanqing, and your little cubs, I don't know how you did it, but your body is very pure, and there is no innate poison.
Ghost Buming glanced at Ao Buregret: "But in your Heavenly Euphorbia, the innate poison has accumulated more than I imagined, if I can, I can plant a seal in their body, and at the moment of death in battle, it will activate their dark self, and fight for another thousand years!"
"What about the price?" Ao Buregret chuckled, such a good thing, if there was no price, he wouldn't believe it at all.
"The soul is scattered, and it does not enter reincarnation. “
I guess it's, no, they have their own destiny when they die. Xiaoyao Hou looked at the Northern Dragon Cavalry Army that was rushing towards the battlefield and smiled casually: "Brother Lao Tzu, even if you don't want to enter the Soul Devouring Sea, I have to find a good family for them to reincarnate, the lonely soul and wild ghosts can't do it, what kind of Dragon Emperor am I?"
The 67,000 Heavenly Euphorbia Iron Armor roared, and he knelt down in front of Ao Buregret!
"Let's get up, there's nothing to kneel into, if you can't even do this, I'm not going to be able to explain it to you. As soon as Xiaoyao Hou raised his hand, they were lifted up by an invisible force and stood up straight.
The dark self of the moon remnant ascended, no, the moon remnant ascended forcibly grabbed the sword called majesty, and the tragic gray color swept over the sword body inch by inch, completely polluting the spiritual wisdom of this Daluo Heavenly Spirit! The dark self and the moon remnant ascend come from the same source, there is no difference, so although the majesty knows that this moon remnant ascending is not its master, but it can't resist the request of the moon remnant ascending, the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die!
"Get back for me!" The sword qi shot out for three thousand miles, and a terrifying ravine spread into the distance under the sword, and the frightened Qilin guards and the Northern Dragon Iron Cavalry who came to the aid stopped at the same time, squinting their eyes and staring at the gray moon remnant rising, not knowing what to do.
A wisp of aura fell on the shoulder of the moon remnant, like a drop of water falling into the sea, although it was harmless, but it also caused ripples, and through this wisp of aura moon remnant ascending, the gray whole body slowly resurfaced the divine radiance.
"Lord Ghost God, don't thank you for your great kindness, go to Qingyue Terrace with Xiao Wang?" A cruel smile hung on the corner of Yue Yansheng's mouth, which looked particularly sincere in those gray hidden eyes.
The ghost didn't sing or speak, and Xiaoyao nodded.
On this day, the Northern Dragon Dynasty and the Qingcang Dynasty and the Luming Dynasty made a truce, and the Qilin Guards were all disarmed and returned to the field, and even the vitality of the Quartet Defense Line was cut by half, no one knew why, and they could not hear the hoarse exhaustion of the dead.
Northern Dragon Dynasty, King's Landing, Qingyue Terrace
In the depths of the palace, there is still the smell of the drunken gold fan who is going to die, and the Northern Dragon Emperor Yue Yansheng, who is wearing a blue-patterned unicorn swallowing cloud armor, enters the city with a thousand horsemen, the horse's hooves are bursting, stepping like thunder, a nine-foot man wearing armor and a helmet, with two flags tightly tied behind his back, holding a black halberd in his right hand, following behind the three or five horses, his expression is cold.
"I have heard for a long time that the fierce generals under the Marquis of Xiaoyao are like clouds, and today I have to see a tiger rider, and I know that what I said is true. Yue Zhansheng smiled and nodded Xuan Ze, carrying a hundred catties of heavy wood and military flags, this is the one who rode into battle at the Shura Blood Field, and the battlefield determined that he only leaned down the burden behind his back and inserted it into the ground, not cleaning the battlefield, but also staring at the two flags in a daze, which also made this "Northern Dragon Emperor Yue Zhansheng" curious.
His own brother was originally carrying the wolf flag. Xiaoyao Hou opened his mouth expressionlessly, his face twitched heavily, and the pride of Kyushu, who was charging into battle with hundreds of horses, came to Tianyu and became a lonely and sad person for the black-haired person to send the black-haired person, the armor-wearing person to the armor-wearing person, and the halberd-bearer for the halberd-bearer.
"The eldest husband was born on the battlefield and died on the battlefield, and he was full of arrogance and bullfighting, which is not in vain. Xuan Ze didn't say much, and even smiled when he spoke, as if he was nostalgic for the past and proud of someone who had passed away.
Qilin Guard, the siege of one of the four deputy commanders killed the second child, and he died without a loss. When he looked up, the maverick tiger general carrying the double flag in the Heavenly Euphorbia grinned with red eyes and was angry.
Yue Xuansheng squinted and didn't speak, the five Imperial Dao Realms in the middle of the successful siege of a bearer, and they were desperately killed, how strong Xuanwei was, it can be seen, when everyone is like this, it is very terrifying.
Qingyuetai is still the same, but there is a little less sinking.
A woman in white sat outside the Qingyue Platform and stared into the distance, and smiled when she saw the cloud-stepping golden-eyed beast at the head, but she couldn't laugh anymore.
"You're not him, he's dead, right?" Yu Meng's pear blossom brought rain.
Yue Xuansheng was unmoved: "It's okay, it's okay, the death is not ugly, the failure of forced feathering was absorbed and assimilated by me, so to speak, I am still alive and has changed my personality." “
Why don't you die together. The beauty is vicious every word, but there is some despair and some pathos.
Mad woman. Yue Yansheng muttered, and walked into the Qingyue Platform without looking back, and all the musicians and dancers were blasted out by the suddenly tyrannical emperor.
In the future, I will be in charge of this place, okay, everyone?
"The qualifications for the battle between the three emperors and the five emperors of Qiyao Moyitian, Qingcang wants it, and after the Taihuang Emperor Zeng Tian, the Teng family and you have half of the country, it doesn't matter. “
Yue Yansheng looked at Xiaoyao Hou and smiled.
Okay, no problem, just one qualification, just take it.
Wang Si of Beihou was silent, and this quota was also meaningless to Lu Ming.
"Come on, have a feast!" the emperor ordered, and the Qingyue Terrace was brilliantly lit.
You're gone, and you don't even have a corpse left, where can I burn paper for you?
The white clothes stumbled.
Lose one's nerve.
Dance in the night breeze.