He will have to share the land of the Eastern Continent with the Maharaja. But instead of watching the rebellious princes destroy the foundation of the Bai Clan's dozens of generations, it is better to give up some of it to the allies who can help us.

Otherwise, ten years later, it is difficult to say whether the Bai clan will be able to protect their own temple! What's even more terrifying is ......" He also showed a look of awe on his face, gently pressed his chest, looked up at the starry sky, got up and knelt silently, and performed the ancient etiquette.

"What's even more terrible," he said, standing up,

"We get terrible prophecies. This world will no longer be something that our Eastern Continent Empire can dominate, it will be divided, and powerful enemies will come from the north, sharing the glory of the empire. Kuafu and Yumin are not a threat under the strong armor of our Eastern Continent, so this enemy can only be the steppe people. ”

"So you're going to take the initiative to give up your land?" Dahasa looked him straight in the eye.

"Yes."

"It's a joke!" Suddenly he shouted,

"This is the rhetoric of a liar, who can predict something so far into the future? I am Qingyang's Dahesa, and I also watch the stars to judge the bad luck, Mr. Shan, don't use the fate of nothingness as a disguise! What exactly are you here for? Shan Bikong still smiled: "I know Dahesa will be suspicious." Yes, ordinary people cannot predict the distant future, but Dahasa should not underestimate our strength. He suddenly got up, and opened his arms to the sky, like an emperor standing proudly in the starlight,

"We are the messengers of the gods of the stars, we can hear his whispers, and we have its great power. Does Dahesa really think that we need to deceive with lies in order to gain something? What we want, we get! He took something out of his bosom and handed it to Dahesa.

"Dahesa looks at the hand, what is this?"

"Mirror." Dahesa was puzzled and rummaged through the heavy bronze mirror, like an antiquity from the Eastern Continent, unable to see the age, the thick patina had filled the thunder pattern behind it, but the front was still smooth and translucent, illuminating the human hair clearly.

He met the man's eyes, and the man suddenly smiled softly at him. Great fear fell over him, and he threw down the mirror to look around, but there was no one around him.

He's not in the steppe, he's in the Golden Horde! Everything was wrong, and he had a splitting headache. He rushed out of the golden tent.

He could not see the majestic mountains to the east, nor the fences and other tents around them, nor the braziers that always surrounded them.

Everything is gone, only the grassland as flat as water and the sky full of stars and moon. He ran a few steps panting, but it was useless, nothing.

He jerked his head back, and the tent was gone. There was only a bright mirror, lying on the grass, reflecting the starlight in the sky.

The man slowly stood up from the mirror, his arms outstretched to the sky. The wind blew his white robes, and he prayed to the sky with the Qingyang Sacred Bear Sword on his chest.

He is Qingyang's Dahe Sali Changchuan. Shahan. He was performing an ancient ritual and shouted at the stars.

The stars brightened, their light became fiery and fiery, and their colors turned to a dazzling blue and white. The surroundings were so hot that they seemed to be surrounded by boiling water, and the pores of Dahesa's whole body were tightly contracted.

He looked at the sky tremblingly, the dazzling light seemed to completely burn his eyes in an instant, but he could clearly see the light that was not in the world, the huge samurai who stood up to the sky were full of light and fire, they swung behind the sky, each blow was enough to shatter the sky, the sky cracked and burned because of their struggle.

The light from the sky flowed down like a rain of punishment fire. Every drop of rain that fell on Dahesa's body burned his body and turned him into a fire.

The heavens are getting lower and lower, and the earth is melting. The man who stood up in the mirror now believes that he is the real Shahan.

He took ten steps to the east, south, west, and north, and the footprints of the light became a sacred imprint, emitting the most blazing white light on the lava-like earth.

He suddenly became a cyan shadow that swelled up thousands of times, and turned sharply, only to find that his face had turned into a blue sky.

"Up and down in all directions, heaven and earth are in the dome, I am the lord of the world!" The mountain blue sky put his hand on the top of the head of Dahesa,

"Do you want me to save you from destruction?" Dahesa was about to kneel, his knees already weak, completely subdued by that majesty.

That's not the majesty of the emperor, that's the majesty of God! He gritted his teeth, maybe his teeth were gone, burned by the flames, he didn't know.

There was a feeling in his teeth, he still had teeth, and he still had a mouth.

"No way...... No Side......" He roared with the last of his strength,

"It's an illusion!" The pores of his whole body were opened, the sweat was discharged at one time, and his whole body fell down on his back as if he had collapsed.

Someone held him up. He was still sitting on the prairie under the night sky, facing a campfire, the mirror in his hand.

The Maharaja sat beside him, with two hands on his shoulders. Before he came to his senses, the Maharaja was clearly shaking him desperately, but he didn't feel it at all.

"No ......" Dahesa gasped,

"That's the realm of nowhere!"

"He is worthy of being the smartest person on the grassland," Shan Bikong nodded,

"Yes, this is the illusion of Miro's mind, the 'realm of no way' of ignorance. Dahesa saw through it, and my illusion failed. ”

"Shahan! Shahan! You...... What the hell is wrong with you? What do you see? Dahesa gasped and looked into the eyes of the Maharaja, silent for a long time, and shook his head tiredly.

Shan Bikong added a wooden branch to the fire,

"The Maharaja doesn't need to ask. What Dahesa saw and what the Maharaja saw last time must not be the same situation. Although the Realm of No Direction itself is an illusion, it reflects everyone's heart, and the most fearful things in your heart will be reflected in the mirror. ”

"What is it that Dahesa is afraid of?" Dahesa didn't answer his question, just stared at him deadly: "I didn't expect that there are people in this world who can manipulate the Miro illusion that paralyzes people's five senses and completely traps people in nothingness. It's terrifying power, and you can really use it to get anything you want, but what exactly do you want from our Qingyang? Have you deceived us with illusion and wanted us to submit to the feet of your Eastern Continents? Shan Bikong shook his head: "We are the masters of the world." We have a power that ordinary people can never comprehend, we can bring the dead back to life, and we can make the living die; We can crack the earth, and we can melt snowy mountains; We can summon the light of the sun, or we can make the world fall into darkness forever. We have followed the guidance of the stars and come here to show the Maharaja the great future of the barbarians, without any trickery. Dahesa, although you have just seen through the true nature of the Miro illusion, if I don't stop the casting, will you be able to free yourself from the illusion? Dahesa pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Although I can see through it, I can't get rid of it, you can kill me in the illusion at that time." I've never heard of anything like this, and even if I see through it, I'm still controlled by your power, and I can feel that you are the one who unravels the illusion yourself. ”

"No matter what illusion in the world, as long as it is seen through, it will collapse by itself, this is an immutable technique, but Dahesa saw through it, but he couldn't solve my illusion, this is because what I added to Dahesa at that time was two overlapping illusions, and Dahesa only saw through one." Shan Bikong got up, took a few steps back, and stared silently at the Maharaja and Mahasa.

He suddenly raised his arm and gave a low shout to the sky. All the starlight suddenly disappeared, and the sky was still covered with dark clouds overhead.

Dahesa stood up in surprise and looked around, the fire, the tiger and leopard riders, and the black horse warriors were there. But the imperial majesty of the Black Horse Samurai was gone at this time, and they were just guards dressed in the iron armor of the Eastern Continent.

Shan Bikong bowed deeply and saluted: "Actually, when the Maharaja came here with his people, he had already entered my illusion. It was going to rain, and it was a gloomy day for our important meeting, so I let the stars shine. The retinue I brought with me were ordinary warriors, but I used illusion to make them look like followers of the primeval Valkyrie, the mysterious 'Iron Emperors'. Dahesa has not said it all, the greatest illusion is not to close a person's five senses and six senses, but to close the five senses and six senses of the whole world, maybe in this way, you can feel the real existence. ”

"I have no intention of deceiving the Maharaja and the Maharaja, but I just hope to prove with my strength that I am not a liar, but have come with great power and mission." Shan Bikong actually knelt down on one knee and saluted solemnly.

Dahesa and Dajun looked at each other, Dahesa swallowed a mouthful of saliva gently, and then he felt that the sweat all over his body was cold, and he shivered from sticking to his body.

The Maharaja stood up: "You just said that you can bring the dead back to life, and you can make the living die?" ”

"Yes." Shan Bikong replied without hesitation.

"So, show me if you have real power other than illusion. My son is now seriously ill and dying, can Mr. Shan save him? ”

"Is this a condition for the Maharaja to trust us?" The Maharaja was silent.

"That's good," Shan Bikong nodded slightly, I am willing to lower my identity for the mission of God and expose my face in front of the world,

"Let's go see Shizi." Late at night, it was bright in the tent of Mu Li's house. Everyone was expelled from a distance, and the guards and warriors of the Golden Horde surrounded their tents into iron buckets, and the wooden plough and the Lady Ying were not allowed to enter, and they could only see a group of black-clad troops hurrying into the prince's tent under the escort of the warriors, followed by the Maharaja and Hesa.

Dahasa was the last to enter, and the curtain of the tent was tightly closed. The long black banner was left outside, hula-la-and-a flutter in the night wind.

People watched from afar, and the stars and moons embroidered with silver on it flowed brightly.

"This is my son." The Maharaja lifted the tapestry that covered Azule's body. Shan Bikong frowned slightly and looked at his entourage.

A young secret priest silently walked out of the crowd and came to the bedside, his fingers pressed lightly on Azule's chest, and the blood immediately leaked through the bandages.

The young man closed his eyes and stood silently for a while, his mouth muttering and chanting, his hand gently squeezing the child's whole body, as gentle as a slender and graceful woman playing a beautiful guqin.

A look of surprise gradually appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but open his eyes. With a flick of his fingers on the child, he straightened up.

"How?" Shan Bikong asked in a low voice.

"I've never seen such a wound," the young man shook his head.

"It's as if there's a force that blasts through the skin of his whole body, and the veins must have cracked, right? and his entrails and tendons...... How did you get hurt? Shan Bikong glanced at the Maharaja.

The Maharaja shook his head. Shan Bikong nodded: "Can it be saved?" ”

"It seems that there is no way, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is dead," the young man hesitated.

"Unless ......"

"We want him to come back to life!"

"Yes!" The young man bowed his head and saluted, and he suddenly knelt down solemnly and kissed Shan Bikong's shoes.

Shan Bikong rolled up his sleeves, his wrists were white and delicate, far from being as black and thin as his face.

The servant immediately served the clear water, and Shan Bikong dipped his hands in the water and flicked the water droplets on the top of the young man's head.

He paced slowly around the bed, chanting in a low voice, and the young man sang with him, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding Azul's hand.

There is an indescribable tacit understanding in the singing voices of the two people, but no one can understand their singing, and it is far from the language of Donglu.

Dahe Sara took the maharaja back, and both of them felt uncomfortable, as if the chant was coming from their own cranial cavity, low, but the skull was numb.

Azul's body trembled slightly, and the young man trembled with him. He was originally fair-skinned, and at this time, the skin of his whole body became as if it were transparent, as if there was light shining out of his body, which was indescribably weird.

The chanting grew deeper and more coherent, like an ancient curse, like a low thunderclap.

The young man shook Azul's hand and trembled more and more. Dahesa's whole body began to numb, and he couldn't help but want to cover his ears.

At this time, Shan Bikong suddenly stopped his pace and stomped his feet lightly. All sounds died down suddenly, and the tent was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

"Alright. Don't disturb the patient's rest, everyone come out with me. Shan Bikong shook off his sleeves and walked out first, and the young man silently followed him.

Mrs. Ying, who had been waiting outside for a long time, couldn't wait to rush in. The Maharaja was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed: "Mr. Shan! Mr. Mountain! Shan Bikong did not answer him, he stopped outside the tent, and the young man knelt at his feet.

Shan Bikong stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of his head: "My child, the majesty of the great god is with you, and your soul will be immortal, walking in the sky forever, and living with the stars." Shan Bikong slowly withdrew his hand, and a happy smile appeared on the young man's face, and the smile froze on his face.

His body suddenly shriveled, his skin rapidly turning white and then gray, crumbling, and finally clinging tightly to his bones.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, as if the death of a tree had been completed in an instant.

The young man turned into a skinned skeleton, and in his sunken eye sockets, two lifeless eyes silently stared at the sky.

Shan Bikong had an extra short staff in his hand, and he stepped forward and knocked it on the young man's shoulder. The skeleton suddenly crumbled, its skin shattered into ash and drifted away in the breeze, and there was almost no flesh visible on the pile of gray bones, as if it had been dead for a thousand years.

"The Prince...... The prince has woken up! The prince has woken up! Mrs. Ying rushed out of the tent with a cry of surprise, and saw everyone staring at the pile of white bones in horror, and Shan Bikong knelt in front of the bones and whispered something.

The Maharaja lifted the curtain and saw Azul on the bed with his eyes open, and nodded to him with difficulty. The servants and doctors hurried in, and by the time the Maharaja stepped out of the tent, the bones had been gathered.

The mountain blue sky waited there, and the retinue surrounded him. A companion had just died, but the attendants did not have any sad expression, and one of them was holding a green wooden box that should be the corpse of a young man.

"Thank you, Mr. Shan." The Maharaja went up and saluted. "We do have great power, but life is a gift from God, and there is always a price to pay to snatch people back from the hands of death. The Maharaja has seen that my student sacrificed himself to save the life of the son. We have come from the far East with sincerity, and there is no deception, can the Maharaja repay me with the same sincerity? ”

"I already understand, Mr. Mountain is waiting for our good news in Apocalypse City."

"The gods of the stars have put their divine majesty on the head of the Maharaja. The envoys sent by the Maharaja, the golden book is the evidence. "Shan Bikong took the reins of the horse from the hands of his attendants,

"This is not a place where we should stay for long, so I'm leaving."

"Mr. Mountain, Mr. Mountain! Wait a minute. Dahesa chased him out of his tent. Shan Bikong nodded slightly: "Is there anything else you want to ask me?" Dahesa gasped a few times and lowered his voice: "Sir has such great power in his hands, he can save people who are on the verge of death, and he can create such a respectable and terrifying illusion, will he still work for power and the survival of a family?" What makes him loyal to the Bai royal family? Shan Bikong was silent for a while: "Dahesa's eyes are as sharp as an eagle!" We are not just loyal to the royal family, and the bird will never understand the heart of the eagle, because it does not fly high enough and does not see wide enough. We are not subordinate to anyone, but to the stars, with a great mission. ”

"The Great Mission?"

"Until someone saw the end of the heavens and the earth, and the light of the stars and the moon rose as great as the sun at noon, and the light of the battle of the gods at the end of the world buried all life. Then all our beliefs and sacrifices will be understood by the world," Yama Bikong stepped on his horse with the support of the samurai, and looked back at Dahesa,

"There is no peaceful world, and God created it to be a battlefield." Dahesa was stunned for a moment, and suddenly caught up with a few steps: "The ...... of the Battle of the Doomsday of the Gods"