The Nanban is free and free, and since the forest age of the ancient period, the Nanban has been living in seclusion in the Elyat Forest.

Unlike the later civilization development of the Ye Dynasty, the Southern Barbarians yearned for freedom and unrestrainedness, so there were few courtiers and Nanban kings to get together without the final persecution of the race.

This kind of thinking comes from the depths of blood, and it is also the imprint of an era.

The Southern Barbarian King Gu Kashgar looked at Gu Sheng, his heart full of doubts.

The Gu Saint lives in the deepest part of the Nanban all year round, and the Gu Saint is not only the guardian of the Nanban clan, but also the caretaker of the Nanban Forbidden Land, the Abyss Forest.

Since Gu Kashgar inherited the throne from his father, Gu Sheng had only come out of the depths of the forest a handful of times.

Last time, it was to convince himself to let Gu Naluo help the emperor of the Ye Dynasty, so what is the so-called thing this time?

Gu Sheng's face was peaceful, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, and he replied softly.

"Your Majesty has any news of that girl lately?"

Gu Kashgar naturally knew that the so-called girl in Gu Sheng's mouth was Gu Naluo, after all, she was the only one who could make the Gu Sheng's old man worry about her.

Speaking of Gu Naluo, Gu Kashi couldn't help but bring a smile, and his eyes showed a little doting.

"Not yet, the last time Anur sent the news, he just briefly talked about the situation of Ye Chao Northern Frontier and Tidi."

After hearing this, Gu Sheng nodded slightly, deliberately avoiding Gu Kashgar's gaze, and turned his head to look at the distant northern sky.

"It's coming."

Gu Sheng's voice was a little vicissitudes, and the hoarse tail note seemed to contain endless memories.

"What's coming soon?"

Gu Kashgar asked in confusion, and at the same time raised his head and looked at the far north with Gu Sheng's gaze.

With the Southern Barbarian Land looking at each other from afar, in the ancient altar in the far north, the sacrifice of the Tidi tribe has now stood in the deepest part of the ice and snow cliff in the deepest part of the Tidi tribe.

In front of the old priest of the Tidi tribe, there was a huge abyss that saw no depth.

The abyss is hundreds of zhang wide, but the length is so terrifying that it is beyond people's field of vision, and it is impossible to measure at all.

This huge abyss separates the far north from the farther places, and the terrifying screams that roar like giant beasts are coming from the bottomless abyss.

Like the sorrowful cry of an ancient beast, wrapped in a cold wind, and countless flying snow.

Strangely, the abyss seems to divide two worlds.

To the south of the abyss, the snow and ice of the Tidi clan fell from the sky, while to the north of the abyss, the wind and snow seemed to be blown down from the abyss.

The ancient priest looked solemn, raised his withered arms, like two shriveled and withered tree trunks, and raised his head to chant obscure incantations to the heavens of the far north.

With the chanting of the old priest's incantation, the cold wind and blizzard between heaven and earth seemed to become weak, and the old priest's eyes looking at the gray sky also turned into a burst of chaos, and the eyeballs had long disappeared without a trace.

Behind the old priest, the Dharma Protectors knelt on the snow reverently, as if forming some kind of formation, each of them hung their heads, and the huge body of the Tidi tribe looked extremely small in the vast snow.

The old priest's chanting gradually became more and more hollow, as if it were coming from the old priest's mouth, but more like it came from the abyss.

In the end, the sound of chanting the incantation actually merged with the roar of the wind between heaven and earth, as if it had become the voice of the wrath of heaven and earth.

In the sky, those snowflakes gradually no longer fell slowly, but almost at a standstill, and those Dharma protectors, who were also full of shocked looks at the moment, couldn't help but raise their heads slightly, looking around, as if the air, and everything was still.

This huge control of heaven and earth made them worship the old priest in front of them even more, and they couldn't help but sigh, thinking that the old priest had finally succeeded.

"Poof!"

Just as the Dharma Protectors were rejoicing in their hearts, the old priest sprayed a mouthful of blood into the air.

The blood of the Tidi clan fused with the snow on the ground, and with the blood spraying out of the air of the old priest, his body finally could not support it anymore, and he fell heavily on the snow.

"Sacrifice!"

"Old priest!"

Seeing this, several Dharma protectors hurriedly rushed up to pick up the old priest, and at this moment, the old priest's eyes had returned to normal.

"I still failed."

The old priest did not panic, nor was he disturbed by his gradually passing vitality at the moment, but smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and then there was a hint of regret in his cloudy eyes, and the whole person stiffened and did not move.

Several Dharma protectors understood that the old priest had died, the spiritual pillar of the Tidi tribe was gone, and a generation of saints had left this world since then.

... ...

In Kyoto City, Feng Yewu has always been a little restless these days, and after Wei Nanqi was injured and learned about it, he had nightmares every night.

In the dream, I seemed to have returned to my previous life, and it seemed that I was awake at that time.

There was no Lu Jue, no Wei Nanqi, no Sun Changxi, Wu Duxue and others, standing helplessly beside the phoenix chair by himself, under the main hall, the king of Pingyi Wang Changgeng and the king of Beichang Wei Siyuan showed a smile that made her soul feel scared, outside the main hall, the shout of Chen Sinian, the king of Changwu, led the soldiers to kill the last few guards who protected themselves.

Blood stained everything under the phoenix chair red.

Everything is so realistic, that powerless, that helpless fear, every time Feng Yewu will suddenly get up and escape from the dream, sweating profusely, as if he had been soaked in water.

Feng Yewu's complexion gradually became haggard.

"Your Majesty, you haven't rested well in the past few days, why don't you go sleep for a while."

In the past few nights, Hanyue has heard the sound of Feng Yewu waking up from her dream, and she went to see it a few times at first, and then Feng Yewu asked her not to look at herself anymore, saying that she was fine, but she was just worried, but she didn't know how to do it.

At this moment, Feng Yewu was busy reviewing the recital, but his eyes were already a little dull, and the whole person's spirit was also extremely trance-like, and Han Yue, who was watching it, couldn't help but feel distressed, so he opened his mouth to persuade him.

In the past few days, Wei Nanqi's injuries have not recovered, Gu Naluo has been following Wei Nanqi's side, Lu Jue is out again, there is really no trustworthy person around, and Han Yue doesn't know who to talk to.

Now the forces of all parties are paying attention to every move in the palace and in the northern frontier, and at this time, outsiders must not know what happened to Feng Yewu's body.