Chapter 82, The Death of the Nation

This day, for the Windy Country, is destined to be a dark stroke in history. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoWinter has not yet arrived, and the climate has been like nine cold days. Overnight, the cold demons raged, and all trees were defeated.

In the early morning, the first glimmer of dawn flying from the sky was extremely ominous. The world is bleak and seems to be about to be destroyed. When people open their doors and windows, they smell the smell of disaster.

Sure enough, just after the end of the hour, there were loud noises from the palace one after another. From Ruihe Road, the palace wall is collapsing piece by piece! Then, like a nightmare, the entire palace complex fell into ruins.

The rumbling movement makes the sky frightened and scattered! The smoke and dust raised flew into the streets and alleys. With the cold wind, the eyes are dazzled.

People were stunned in this huge movement.

Jindan monk Li Qiuqu, "bell bell" rang out a huge golden cymbal, stirring the mana that mortals could not resist in the sky above the palace. The purple and red trees, the majestic and glorious temples, all turned into dust.

The afterglow of the death knell reverberates for a long time.

The sudden disaster, like a huge mountain falling from the sky, smashed the people into chaos. After a while, people were scurrying around like panicked rabbits. They ran to tell each other and wept and wept. The streets were in chaos.

"The emperor and queen are gone!"

"Queen's mother, ......"

The mourning voices of the believers from Huaxilie resounded in all directions, comparable to another sky collapse. Many people are crying, with the consciousness of being a slave in the country, frightened and sad, and everyone is in danger!

Li Qiuque glanced indifferently at the Wind King City in the ruins, turned around and flew towards Shangguan Duan, who was a mile away, "Sect Master Qiqi, Qiu Que is fortunate not to be dishonored. ā€

Shangguan Duan's face is an absolute calm that "regards all things as dogs". He opened his lips gently, and his cold, pure voice spread slowly, spreading in all directions: "Your emperor marries a demon as a wife, kills people and feeds demons, and heaven cannot tolerate it. Since then, there has been no more wind country in the Pancang Continent. ā€

This voice is like a holy sound from heaven, invading people's souls with absolute force. On a land of wolves, an unforgettable despair arises.

In the cold wind, the monks were in flying clothes, looking down on the world in the sky, and the power that was high up and dominated all beings made the ants in the mortal world silent.

No one dared to shout "no" for this remark announcing the death of the country.

More than ten miles away, not far from the ruins of the palace, the disciples of Tianhai occupied half of the sky with all kinds of swords and immortal boats. Fresh clothes are like buntings.

The main leaders of the major peaks led the disciples to stand in various battle formations; It seems that he is about to face, what an amazing demon army.

The silent and vast momentum, even if the true immortal comes, he will sigh to himself. It's a pity that many monks are not out of the ordinary after all, and even if they have a few trace of immortals, they can't completely ignore the warmth and coldness of the climate.

The cold day floated to the sky, and the majesty was there, but the cold wind soaked the bones, blowing the dantian into a bowl of crispy cheese!

The juniors who are not strong are all wailing silently.

Shangguan Duan seems to know nothing about this. Anyway, he himself is peerless, dressed in a snow-white fairy robe, with long hair splashed with ink, standing on the top of the cedar, no matter how cold the wind is, the hair is not messy. It makes people suspect that the moon has become a spirit!

At this moment, he left the sect disciples for more than ten zhang, and said to Li Qiuque in an unchanged cold tone, "You can take ten people and go into the tunnel to search for them." Remember, catch it alive. ā€

Li Qiuque received the order and ordered troops on the spot. After all, it was the big demon who wanted to be arrested, and he had no bottom in his heart, so he ordered seven late Jindan in one go, a ghost control warlock, and invited Luo Fusheng and Hua Tianyin to help. That's when I felt confident that I would win.

"Sect Master, these people should be enough."

"Hmm." Shangguan said with pity.

Chen Wanhua suddenly came out of the ranks, and asked the sect master in a crisp voice, "Sect Master Rongyu, that dog emperor and the banshee grass have lost their lives, and they have lost their conscience, Wanhua asks for a battle to avenge my senior brother Wushuang!" I hope the sect master will agree! ā€

Her voice was crisp and beautiful, as if raindrops were falling on a jade plate. Even if the cold wind is howling, it does not lose the slightest charm. For the sake of the effect of nature, he did not spare the immortal yuan at all.

Shangguan Duan's gaze focused lightly on this female cultivator. It was obviously a bland gaze, but it seemed like an overwhelming pressure poured on her.

For a moment, Chen Wanhua felt that she was about to be shattered and her soul dissipated. However, in the next second, a slight smile appeared on the face of the sect master, which had not changed for thousands of years, as if there was a divine light sprinkled on the ice and snow world, reflecting a shocking color.

Chen Wanhua was so excited that her heart was shaken, and her face was blushing. The mouth of the heart rises and falls violently. At this moment, she stood out, and the envy and jealousy she received were simply like substance!

Then, the Sect Master said lightly, "Excellent. Then you can go with your master. ā€

The movement in the direction of the imperial palace also entered the imperial tomb. Including Shangguan's words, everyone listened to them word for word.

In the underground palace, it is even more gloomy than a thousand-year-old tomb.

Bai Lian cried silently. Qingwu's face is iron-blue. Mo Ling trembled with anger. A group of guards condensed into a statue of clay figurines. The bullheads looked at each other as if they had made a mistake, and looked at each other as if they had made a mistake.

Lin Fengnian and Yu Qiao cried so much that they couldn't breathe. It's as if their mother really died in the palace.

It's only the void, and I don't care the most. Looking at everyone's expressions, he jokingly said, "Don't cry yet." We have countless amounts of money, and we are afraid that there will be no emperor? ā€

He spoke as if the emperor was like a beggar begging for food, and he could walk when he was in the mood!

Only Lin Fengnian, a fool, was soothed by his words and burst into laughter. Covering the jade gourd on his chest, as if it was a life-saving driftwood, for fear that if he was not careful, tens of millions of taels of silver would disappear, and his noble status as the chief eunuch would be lost.

Yu Ruokong glanced at Lin Fengnian, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Once again, he comforted everyone with unparalleled calmness, "Don't panic, everyone, it's just a change of place to sleep." Break and stand up, and it will be fine. ā€

As always, he was strong and calm, like a needle in the sea, stabilizing this rabble.

Only Hua Xilie was confused, sleeping soundly in the snail shell. I don't know that I have become the queen of the dead country.

Nothing was more glad than this: she was asleep right now. Otherwise, I don't know how much it will take to appease her.

He suppressed his voice and coldly admonished, "From now on, everyone cheers up, try to be the same as before, and don't let the mother see it." ā€

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Hurry up and make some more arrangements. It doesn't take long for them to find it. ā€