About ten miles southeast of Huangyang Mountain, it is the well-known ancient city of Zhuolu.

In ancient times, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor defeated the demon god Chiyou, subdued Shennong Yan Emperor, and built the capital on the side of Huangyang Mountain.

Initially, this city was called the Yellow Emperor City, also known as Xuanyuan City, but later the implementation of changes, the Yellow Emperor City gradually declined, people rebuilt a city in the nearby soil more fertile place, and then moved here, this city is Zhuolu.

Although Zhuolu and Huangyang Mountain are not far away, the Song and Wen coalition forces did not settle here, but only sent troops to clear the Yuan army in the city, so even if it is adjacent to Huangyang Mountain, which is about to fall into war, the city is still very calm.

After nightfall, Zhuolu City is extremely silent, because the garrison has been cleared, there are not even soldiers patrolling after night, so no one knows, under this vast night, a figure is walking slowly on the streets of Zhuolu.

Although the moonlight tonight is extremely bright, it is not modern after all, there is no brilliant neon in the city, and after nightfall, most of the entire Zhuolu City has fallen into darkness.

So the figure loomed in the darkness.

Walking slowly around the city, the sturdy figure walked up the stairs next to the city gate, and finally stepped on the city wall, turning his head to look down on the entire Zhuolu City.

Although it was dark at night, when this person's tiger eyes were slightly open, the entire Zhuolu City seemed to be as bright as day in his eyes, and every street and every brick and tile appeared in his field of vision very clearly.

After a long time, the man slowly closed his eyes, and fell into the memory that he almost forgot.

In that year, the twelve witch clans swept the world, and the soldiers pointed out, and the heroes were subdued.

However, in the battle of Zhuolu, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor and Shennong Yan Emperor defeated the demon god Chiyou, and the twelve witch clans were defeated and most of them were wiped out.

Slowly opening his eyes, the man who had been rippled by the ripples in his heart because he had fallen into memories quickly calmed down.

"King Chu, what's wrong?"

Sensing the fleeting waves before, Yue Peng, who had come to the shattered void, raised his eyes in surprise and asked softly.

The man was Chu Yangge, and when he heard Yue Pengju's inquiry, he raised his head silently and said indifferently, "It's okay." ”

Yue Pengju glanced at him a few times, and suddenly smiled: "The fall of the Yuan Dynasty is imminent, and the Nanban will also be destroyed at that time, and the day when my Great Song Dynasty will unify China is just around the corner......"

Hearing what he meant, Chu Yangge said indifferently: "King Yue, please rest assured, this king will not be excited because of such a trivial matter." ”

Frowning slightly, Yue Pengju was a little dissatisfied with Chu Yange's attitude, but both of them were emperors of the Eight Realms, so they couldn't ask at will, so they could only say: "After the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, what are the plans of the King of Chu? I heard that there is a continent to the north of the grassland, I don't know if the King of Chu is interested in ...... together."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Yangge had already asked coldly, "What about Wen Bang?"

"What?" Yue Pengju was stunned when he heard this, not understanding what he meant.

"After the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, what will happen to the Dawen city-state?" Chu asked in a deep voice.

Yue Pengju's words were stagnant, and after being silent for a long time, he sighed lightly: "I hope they can be more conscious." ”

"At least at this stage, they are still very conscious, but unfortunately, ambition will always swell day by day, these days their attitude and secret planning, King Yue should not be unaware, right?"

Leaning on the tall wall, Chu Yange's voice was calm and implied: "In most years, that Yao Ruoyu will definitely be able to enter the Eight Realms, with his qualifications to comprehend the end of the Heavenly Dao, I am afraid that in the future, we may not be able to suppress him, if he is rebellious, I am afraid that Huaxia will be in war again!"

"What hasn't happened yet, the King of Chu should not say it," shaking his head, Yue Pengju said indifferently, "At least since the rise of Wenbang, although they have suffered a slight loss in the small sections, at least they have never lost my Great Song in the overall situation." ”

"Really?" Chu Yangge looked indifferent and smiled noncommittally.

Yue Pengju saw his face and chuckled: "Wen Bang is the king of Chu who supports and fights against Qin Xiang, why does it seem that the king of Chu is more wary of them than this king?"

Shaking his head, Chu Yange's eyes were cold: "A dog that is not familiar with it is easy to threaten itself when it is strong, not to mention, Wenbang is now compared to my Great Song Dynasty, but it is not a gap between a dog and a person." ”

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Deep in Huangyang Mountain.

On the top of a mountain peak, Ding Yanzhi, who was in a purple robe and brocade belt, sat on a boulder, and the mountain wind was unusually cold at night in December, but there was always a faint white light around him, isolating all the chill.

Staring at the brightly lit Song-Wen coalition army camp in the distance, Ding Yanzhi's eyes were deep.

Since the beginning of the crossing, he has basically been in the north, from the initial defection to Kublai Khan, to the lobbying of Emperor Yan to seek the trust of Dajin, and to provoke the throne of the national teacher of the two dynasties on one shoulder.

He personally laid out the grand plan of Song Wen to invade Jin Mongolia to the south, which made the situation of the four heroes of China collapse and the Jin State was destroyed, and the Song and Yuan dynasties were greatly damaged, and then promoted the Mongols to send troops to the north to conquer Europe, and then dragged nearly a million European troops back to promote the unification of China by the Great Yuan.

In eight years, he personally completed the layout that shook the entire situation in China, and it was even more exhaustive to go step by step, if it weren't for Brother Ali Buge to provoke Yao Ruoyu to make Song Wen suddenly ally attack Yuan, at this time he had already led a million troops in Europe on the way back.

Ding Yanzhi was in the midst of recollection, and suddenly his face turned pale, and four pale white sharp qi appeared around him out of thin air, but the next moment these four sharp qi were all shattered, and his whole person trembled like a lightning strike, and he fell out of a few feet slightly embarrassed, staggering to stabilize his body.

Turning his head to look, Ding Yanzhi's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and he said coldly: "It's you?"

In the dark night, a figure wearing a golden mask slowly walked out, revealing a pair of eyes like a vast universe, obviously with a vast artistic conception, but it made people shudder.

Not caring about Ding Yanzhi's anger, the man said indifferently: "Are you sure that you will defeat the Songwen coalition army?"

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, Ding Yanzhi suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "The strength of the Yuan army is far superior to that of the Song and Wen coalition forces, Yao Ruoyu is not there, and the eight realms of the two sides are ......."

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly asked, "Why did you decide to have a decisive battle here?" Huangyang Mountain, this is the ancient battlefield of Xuanyuan and Shennong against Chiyou, and it is not good to stimulate the evil qi here, and even the Seven Realms may not be able to retreat with their whole body. ”

"That's it!" Ding Yanzhi smiled and said meaningfully, "I naturally have my plans." ”

Seeing his casual demeanor, the man frowned, and suddenly Ding Yanzhi snorted, and his body fell to the ground softly.

"It seems that I have been too indulgent to you all these years, or is it that the identity of the national teacher of the Yuan Dynasty has made you unable to see yourself clearly?" The man walked slowly in front of him and looked down on him condescendingly, "You seem to have forgotten, who is your master?"

Seeing that Ding Yanzhi was silent, the man said coldly: "Listen, this battle is very important, and there must be no failure, you must let the Song, Yuan, and Wen all be wiped out here, and most of them will be lost at the worst." ”

Seeing the man turn around and disappear into the night, Ding Yanzhi slowly stood up, stared at the other party's back with cold eyes, and then silently contemplated the Purple Mansion.

I saw that above his soul, there was an illusory shackle that firmly locked his soul.

The shackles seem illusory, but in fact they are condensed by a certain avenue, and they will not affect him in the slightest on weekdays, but once they are activated, they can immediately lock his heart and soul, making him feel pain, not to mention, and he can't even mobilize his spiritual power and spiritual sense.

The right hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly clenched, and Ding Yanzhi's eyes were as bright as a knife, and his face was full of humiliation.

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The three hundred people Xu Xuanrong left behind to escort the ice coffin earlier were all elites carefully selected by Fu Chaozan in the Cold Iron Army, all of them were the strength of the Three Realms Perfection, and they were also the top masters in the Cold Iron Army.

The day after the Wenyi army and the Song army left, they left Baoding with the ice coffin and rushed back to Sichuan and Chongqing according to the order.

Because of the relationship between the Song and Wen Alliance, although they were soldiers of the literary and artistic army, the Song Dynasty officials along the way did not have the slightest difficulty, and some officials who respected them for helping the Yuan also specially opened up roads for them to facilitate passage.

On this day, the group entered Jincheng at dusk, because the night was about to be dark, so they found an inn to settle down first, planning to set off the next day.

When night fell, all but twenty of the vigilers were asleep in their rooms.

It was very peaceful all the way, and there was nothing worth robbing on them, so the twenty armorers were not too cautious, although they didn't dare to be lazy, they all sat around the ice coffin, laughing softly.

Just when one person told a meat joke, causing the others to laugh, the door of the house was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and before they could turn their heads, an invisible force had turned into ripples and swept in, and suddenly everyone's eyelids sank, and they fell directly to the ground unconscious.

Silently, a man and a woman walked in from outside, the man was dressed in a red robe, his face was handsome, and the woman was dressed in brocade and jade clothes, with a luxurious temperament, like a pair of fairy couples.

Seeing the ice coffin placed in the house, the man's face was indifferent, but the woman's eyebrows revealed a little sadness, and she sighed: "I didn't expect Caifeng'er to be widowed at a young age." ”

"In such troubled times, it is not bad to be widowed, but I am afraid that those husbands will die and they will be punished*. The red-robed man shook his head and said indifferently.

Glancing at the man, the woman in brocade said unhappily: "I'm not happy when you're so cold." ”

With a helpless smile, the red-robed man glanced at the ice coffin a few times, and was about to turn around and go out, when he suddenly paused and looked back at the ice coffin.

The woman in brocade was about to take out the incense she was carrying with her to worship, when she caught a glimpse of his movements, frowned, and said, "What's wrong?"

"That's not right!" With a long brow, the red-robed man walked quickly to the ice coffin, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and suddenly his wrist flicked it, and he actually pushed the lid of the ice coffin open.

The woman in brocade was startled, but she knew that the man would not humiliate the corpse at will, so she walked up to him and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Stretching out two fingers to clasp Li Yilin's throat, the red-robed man sensed it for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "He's not dead." ”

The brocade-clothed woman's eyes lit up, and she also intently sensed Li Yilin's corpse, her realm was higher than that man, and as soon as her mind penetrated into Li Yilin's body, she noticed that an extremely faint wisp of vitality was hidden in Li Yilin's eyebrows.

After a few breaths, the woman in brocade was surprised: "It's the Beast God Ring!"

The red-robed man nodded and sighed: "It is worthy of being one of the three major Zhenguo artifacts of my Great Liao, and it actually locked his vitality by a few points, if I didn't have a silver wolf, I'm afraid I wouldn't have noticed this at all." ”

There is only one person in the world who has a silver wolf, and that is Yelu Yu, the prince of Daliao in the past.

In this way, the identity of the woman in brocade is also extremely obvious, the only female in the world, the Empress of Western Liao, Xiao Xuan.

"Not only that, someone should have given him a top-grade pill before he died, which infused him with a lot of vitality, otherwise even if there was those vitality locked by the Beast God Ring, he wouldn't be able to survive now. ”

Seeing that Li Yilin still had a glimmer of life, Xiao Xuan's eyes were delighted: "It seems that Caifeng'er doesn't need to be widowed." ”

Yelu Yu's shoulders sank slightly, and he said solemnly: "Now that Song Wenhua Yuan, China is in turmoil, it doesn't matter if he is dead, since he is not dead, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be an accident on the road, let's take him away first, go back and wait for him to recover, and then go to Yao Ruoyu." ”

"Okay!" Xiao Xuan rolled up his sleeves, took Li Yilin's corpse up, and then swept out of the house with Yelu Yu's shoulders one after the other.