"Ahh

With a roar, he forcibly broke the hand covering his eyes, only to realize that under his feet was a piece of soft jade-colored wings, which were a six-tailed phoenix.

It is the mount of the Phoenix King.

"Hate?"

Overhead, a woman's emotionless voice came, and Hu Lou noticed that this body was Qilinzi Cangming. The head nodded out of his control, and the stubbornness and unyielding in his heart, as well as the grief and heart-rending pain, were clearly conveyed to him through this body.

"Hate what?"

"Why don't you save A-Niang!!" Cang Ming stared at the Qiqiu below, which was already in ruins, and the ruins of the main hall where Ling Ji was buried, and stubbornly asked this question again and again.

"Cangming, the deity said, you and Ling Ji, the deity can only save one." "You talk nonsense! You're clear... Obviously, you can save Auntie! He roared angrily, shook off the Phoenix King's hand, and wanted to jump down to find A-Niang. But he couldn't walk, as if he was nailed to the spot, it was the coercion of the Phoenix King, depressed and suffocated.

"Violating the oracle, let alone Zero Hime, even you, the deity can't save it." The woman's eyes were full of coldness, and she glanced at him, and went to pay attention to the battle between the two beasts in the sky.

"But," she said again, "if you hate the deity, then hate it, become strong, the deity is waiting for you, to defeat the deity." ”

Come and defeat the deity who can't be saved when you see death, and avenge Zero Hime.

The thunder slashed down in the sky, and Cangming could see that the blood in the west was red, and there was the direction of Qiqiu....

"Brother Lou!" My heart hurts, why... The pain will be so clear...

"Linghu Tower!" What is it, and who is Cangming? What is Chiqiu, and why, so strange and familiar......

"Linghu Yunyang! Wake up... Don't scare me...."The chest was so stuffy, as if something was pressing heavily, a touch of burning, and the voice in my ears slowly brought a crying tone.

"Woo... Brother Lou, wake up.." The girl's voice was crying urgently, and she was also anxious to call.

Was it just a dream? So real....

He had a long, long dream.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Ling Huxian was pleasantly surprised to see the person lying under his hand who was slapped, beaten, cried and howled, coughed sullenly twice, and hurriedly helped him up. "Brother Lou!" Ling Hulou opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, and in front of him, there was an enlarged face staring at him worriedly.

"Xian'er?" This body is so weak, it is so difficult to even breathe and speak.

"Really awake, really awake!" Tears overflowed from the corners of the little girl's smiling eyes, and she jumped up and hugged him excitedly, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who had just recovered his breath, was stimulated by this and rolled his eyes and fainted....

Inside the dragon's lair, there is a cold cave covered by thick ice, and because of the existence of the cold lotus, it will become extremely cold. After Ling Huxian entered the cave, he broke a nine-song ecstasy array that he didn't know whether it was naturally formed or intentional, and walked into the depths of this dragon's lair, only to find that the "snowman" Ling Hulou who had died in this cave hall buried by ice and snow, and I don't know how long he had been in this hole, so that when Ling Huxian found him, his body had been covered with a thick layer of ice ballast.

He miraculously did not die, but his breath was faint, as if he had fallen into hibernation.

"Why are you here?" A small fire was lit in this cave hall, and the two of them eased up slightly, and Ling Hulou sipped the barely warm snow water, his long eyelashes were still stained with frost and snow, and he asked in a low voice with a slight tremble. "Hmph. I don't know who ran out of the capital without permission, and my plan was completely messed up. Ling Huxian immediately understood that this was to ask the teacher to ask for guilt, and instantly changed the topic.

"Is it Qu Yun, or..."Ling Hulou didn't intend to let her go like that.

"Woo woo bad brother, I knew that you ran to the dragon mound to find medicine, and there has been no news for two years, are you worthy of your conscience?!!"

"Two years?" He rubbed his forehead with a slight pain: "That mound, I obviously gave a death order...."

Ling Huxian sneered: "Father's edict, even if I want to dig three feet into the ground of the dragon mound, I have to dig you out!" ”

"Alas..."Ling Hulou stopped thinking about the strange dream, sighed softly, reached out and rubbed Ling Huxian's head, which was bulging.

"How dangerous is the road to the dragon mound, and the white python, aren't you afraid?" At the beginning, he had just walked through the territory of the seven-needle scorpion, and he ran into the vicious white python, because he didn't have the weapon in hand, he just responded two or three times, and then used light skills to quickly escape.

"White python? Slaughtered. Ling Huxian said lightly.

"Slaughtered??"

"Then what do you think the soup you just drank was?"

That's the snake gall soup she didn't want to drink!

"Are there any injuries?" Linghulou saw the kicking snow standing quietly on the side wrapped in countless coats, with a gun and a sword hanging on its body, so that a good one came prepared....

"No," Ling Huxian didn't want him to worry, so she simply lied, but he still saw the clues, and forcibly pulled over and carefully examined them. "It's really not worry-free, two broken ribs, multiple bruises under the skin, and redness and swelling, do you dare to say it's okay??"

"It's really fine, I'll take it back, it doesn't hurt." The little girl laughed, but got a burst: "Be honest, don't move!" Ling Hulou naturally knew how painful it was to get her ribs back, and in addition to being distressed, she could only rub her muscles and bones to make her less uncomfortable.

"You still talk about me, don't you just like that... My father almost can't sleep well every night for you, and when you run away, how many people are worried about you? ”

The little girl's aggrieved thoughts made him stunned, in his previous life, Wu Ma was used to wandering the rivers and lakes alone, but he forgot about this sound, and there were many people who loved him.

Ling Huxian looked at him thoughtfully, that angry face, although slightly thin, was still so perfect that there was no trace of decadence.

"Why doesn't it look like you've been stuck here for two years at all??"

"Who said I was stuck?" Ling Hulou asked funny, stood up against the ice wall, and looked around: "I don't know why, after I walked here, I faintly heard someone calling me, and then I lost consciousness..."

"Brother Huang, you are really hungry and faint."

Linghulou's face was full of black lines.

After enough rest, Ling Huxian packed up everything, "Even Wu Ma Moliu said that this kind of red flame is a thing that is the most yang, and only the thing that is the yin of Han Lian can be suppressed, but I am curious, what does Han Lian look like, and can make such a grand ice cave." She looked around at the ice and snow cave hall and had a headache.

Linghulou was slightly stunned when he heard the name Wu Ma Moliu, and then returned to normal.

She walked along the ice wall to the depths of the cave, and Ling Hulou led the horse to follow her, kicking the snow in her big eyes, reflecting the slowly moving ice wall.

Suddenly, the two stopped almost at the same time, looked at each other, and the doubt in their eyes turned into certainty.

"This ice wall is moving, this is the Seven Star Array!" As soon as he finished speaking, the cave suddenly shook violently. As a last resort, they had to stick to Kicking Snow back to back, vigilantly checking the situation.

After the tremor, there were already three ice walls around, and Ling Huxian was about to continue walking along the only road, when Ling Hulou suddenly stopped her and pointed to the ice wall: "Xian'er, look." ”

She leaned over and saw that inside the crystal clear ice wall, there were frescoes frozen in the air, even though the murals were very abstract, but they were enough to make people feel deeply shocked.

From the woman in the painting who was born in the pool of blood, the world is turbulent, to the nine-tailed phoenix and the golden dragon hovering in the sky, fighting with the four fierce beasts; From women's divination, to a fire in the west between heaven and earth; From a seal, to heaven and earth full of ghosts; In the end, the woman's glass pupils finally turned red, and from the sky and clouds, she looked coldly at the darkness of the sky and the earth, and the disaster of swallowing the sun, and both of them died.

Ling Huxian and the two of them saw the end all the way, is this history, a legend, or a myth? Ling Hulou was surprised that some of the fragments were very similar to his own dreams, and at a glance, he saw Ling Huxian suddenly cover her head and fall down: "No... Not me... I don't want to—" Her eyes widened in horror, and the bloody color was terrifying in an instant, "Xian'er! Ling Hulou hurriedly supported her and held her pulse: "Xian'er, calm down, don't think about it!" ”

"No... I'm not...."

In those blood-colored eyes, there is a living troubled world, where demons are rampant, living beings are devastated, mourning is everywhere, and the disaster of swallowing the sun.

"Zheng..."Outside the dragon mound, the man who was stroking the strings paused, fixed his eyes, a bloody cut on his index finger, and the guard opened the curtain. Prince Xuanyuan, there is a battle report from Longxu City. He took the letterhead, confirmed that the seal was undamaged, and after a cursory look, he smiled reassuringly: "Sure enough, everything is as Xian'er expected." ”

Because there is no Long Ye in the capital, this Long Yi is just a brave and unscrupulous man, when recruiting troops and horses in the fifty-six counties in the world, it is more like what Ling Huxian thought, he is really worried that the counties will rebel, and most of the troops in the capital are sent out to attack the city, and now, the soldiers and horses in the capital are empty, just waiting for Xian'er to come back and strategize.

"Xian'er..." he walked out of the tent and looked at the dragon mound in the distance, and there was a female voice calling softly, as if it had come through the fog of eternity.

"A Thousand Silences...."

"You'er.... You'er..."

"No... No, I'm not.."

"Xian'er.... Wake up! Look at me, good, look at me, I'm here! Ling Hulou couldn't take care of his body now, and while sending internal force to her to suppress the poisonous hair in her body, he called anxiously, until the blood-red eyes turned dark again, and he didn't notice that the blood-colored jade flute on Ling Huxian's waist emitted a radiant brilliance as gentle as a mother.

"Brother Lou..." she was stunned, her eyes were unfocused.

"I... I saw him..."

He... Under the jade crown, the hair is like splashing ink, but the evil between the eyebrows and eyes is full of spoiling, the black brocade robe embroidered with a golden dragon is graceful and luxurious, he stretched out his hand, that hand is extremely slender and good-looking, amber deep eyes, and looked at her with a smile: "You'er ....."