Chapter 155: Flowing Cloud Tent (18)

In the imperial city, the dark room of the Chengqian Palace.

He Yi hugged his father in his arms, his expression was empty, he was silent for a moment, and he vomited a mouthful of blood!

"Ahh

He Yi was shocked, and hurriedly patted He Xuan's back, and while helping him to calm down, he said bitterly: "It's me who is not good!" It was I who didn't show up in time to protect the head of the house! Ahh It's all my ......."

He Xuan opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't say anything. The blood in his mouth dripped down the corner of his lips and into the collar, but the young man, who had always been a little clean, turned a blind eye, as if he had lost his soul.

He Yi's words on the side seemed to be unheard.

Seeing this, He Yi gently shook He Xuan's shoulders, wanting to pull his deep thoughts back, for fear that he would hold back his qi and blood again, "Ah Xuan! If you feel uncomfortable, you will cry!! It's okay if you vent at me, or hit me, no... Don't do that, okay?! ”

He Xuan's pupils slowly turned pale color, and he was still expressionless and unmoved.

Seeing that Nangong Zhe and Emperor Shunze had both died, and there was nothing to say about what Wu Xi and the others wanted to report, Wu Xi walked to He Xuan's side and said lightly: "Everyone has their own fate. You can't be resurrected from death, and even if you blame yourself and suffer, you can't change ......"

He Xuan shuddered.

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xi lowered his eyes,—— and at this moment, he sensed an unusually powerful, restless, and approaching demonic aura.

"Not good! Congratulations! ”

Wu Xi sank his face, squatted in front of He Xuan, who seemed to have lost his soul, and lightly tapped at his Heavenly Spirit Acupoint, and said in a deep voice, "There is no time!" Do you want to go on like this... Watching your father's life's work in the North be ruined? ”

"What?" He Yi's pupils trembled violently, and he slowly spoke, puzzled.

"Yun Demon has already been dispatched, if you don't open the Collusion Enchantment at this moment, I'm afraid that the people outside the city..."Wu Xi frowned, and said to He Yi, "You go to the dungeon of Qingxun Temple to release Nan Rong Siye, and I will take Pu Chu to Jiuhua Hall to open the Collusion Enchantment." ”

"But, he ...... out"

Wu Xi had already dragged the unconscious Nan Rongpu Chu towards the outsider, turned his head and said, "Give him some time!" In the current situation, He Xuan should be able to distinguish what is important. ”

Hearing this, He Yi immediately put away his emotions and followed!

Now, in the Imperial City, only Nan Rong Siye can preside over the overall situation! Lin Zhuo hurriedly got up and followed He Yi straight to the Youth Training Temple.

Between a few moves, Wu Xi had already taken the unconscious Nan Rong Puchu to the Jiuhua Palace. The Jiuhua Hall is the top secret place of the Imperial City in the North, and it is the entrance and exit to open the Collusion Enchantment, and its location is only known to the emperors of the past dynasties.

At the beginning, Nan Rongpu took blood as a sacrifice and opened the enchantment to enter, which was the palace city that entered from this Jiuhua Palace.

No one could have imagined that the rumored and mysterious Jiuhua Hall was actually located under the most inconspicuous Huanyi Bureau pulp washing pool, not a brilliant and spacious palace, but a tall tower in the pool.

Wu Xi didn't stop, and took the unconscious Nan Rong Puchu all the way to the Huanyi Bureau and went down the pool.

The top of the tower.

Wu Xi bypassed the corner of the eaves, found a brown beast stone statue under the spire, and closed the way to close the Gou Chen enchantment, in addition to the palm orders passed down by the emperors of the past dynasties, was the blood of the person who inherited the divine power of Gou Chen. He neatly slashed between Nan Rong Puchu's fingers, pressed out the blood, and pressed it against the pupils of the divine beast.

The blood flowed from the pupils into the body of the divine beast, and a golden light burst out from it, and then the eyes seemed to come to life, turning slightly, emitting a brown light, hitting the diagonal beam opposite. The points of light are connected in a line, from the spire all the way down, outlining the entire tower in a golden-brown light.

Dust and ashes float everywhere, and the tower is instantly renewed!

At the same time, the illusion of the divine beast in the tower was steep and rose in mid-air. The enchantment around the periphery of the Imperial City shook slightly, and disappeared silently.

"Senpai?" At this moment, Nan Rongpu woke up slightly, looked at the scene in front of him, and was quite puzzled, "Are you dead too?" ”

The vulture didn't give his brain a shudder.

"It hurts!" Nan Rong Puchu hugged his head, then raised his right hand and looked between his fingers, only then did he react, "It hurts?" I'm not dead!? Wu Xi didn't pay attention to him, and pointed to the stone statue of the divine beast and said, "Hold your breath and recite the incantation on the stone pier." ”

Nan Rongpu stood still, squinting his eyes and staring at the incantation, not moving for a long time.

Wu Xi looked at Nan Rong Puchu's slanted head outside in a daze, and urged, "You read it!" ”

"Before... Senior, I don't know the words on this stone pier......"

Hearing this, Wu Xi's forehead suddenly burst into bruises, and he resisted the urge to give him another violent tremor, and asked rhetorically, "This Qiwen originates in the north, as a prince of the royal family, how can you not know it!?" ”

Nan Rongpu scratched his head and said, "Mr. has taught, but... In the school, I was sleepy when I saw these tadpole-like words, so I ......"

Wu Xi was speechless, so he had to sigh, looked at the incantation on the stone pier, and slowly recited: "The monarchy is the world, and the four seas are determined......

Nan Rong Puchu hurriedly transported the spiritual power of his body and read it along.

As the incantation muttered, the golden-brown light shone down against the stone walls. The clay figurines of the soldiers, which seemed to be embedded in the stone wall, trembled slightly, and opened their eyes as if awakened. In a moment, layers of ash peeled off, and they strode out of it, standing neatly on the steps of the tower.