Jiaolong used his advantages to take them down, and the magic lake became a world of ice sculptures, but when he saw the body of Jiaolong, it was exquisite and clear, and the shape was wonderful.

Yue talked to Yunluo through his divine sense, and finally decided to use a dangerous move.

Yue silently recited the incantation, the soul bead flew out, Yunluo's eyes rolled, his body trembled, and finally fell to the ground softly, at this time, Yunluo's ghost floated out, and looked at Yue with a confident gaze, Yue also did not hesitate to shoot, powerful power, and soon sucked Yunluo into the soul bead.

Yue's body was hanging in the air, holding the soul bead in his hand, and he threw it down from a high air, and a dazzling light shone out.

Now all that's left is to wait.

And in the dark, the fire fox had a hunch that Meng'er was taken away this time was a blessing or a curse, so he was not in a hurry to find Meng'er.

Zixia is a little conflicted in her heart now, Jiaolong is its master after all, does she really want to leave everything here, but she can't bear to let the fire fox be hurt? She looked at Yue sitting on the edge of the clouds, guarding, with envy in her eyes, if only someone else guarded herself like this.

The fire fox inadvertently saw Zixia's expression, remembered the excitement to Jiaolong just now, felt guilty about Zixia's use, and couldn't bear it, but he couldn't open his legs, in fact, the fire fox himself didn't realize that when he saw Zixia flying, the kind of excited mood was deep in it and didn't know it.

Firefox's gaze was a little hot, and Zixia smiled bitterly when she realized it.

Zixia fell in love with the fire fox at first sight, remembering the first time they met, the fire fox's evasive eyes, Zixia thought it was shy, but after Jiaolong talked to the fire fox with a dragon groan, she knew that she was being used, and now it feels a little ridiculous to think about it.

Warcraft Forest, this matter is over.

The siege of the city lasted from early morning to evening for more than ten days, until the sky became dark, which was not conducive to the siege, and then Ming Jin withdrew his troops.

This is a war of attrition between the two sides, the number of people who put the prince's army into the siege is more than 200,000 before and after, less than 50,000 are intact and withdrawn, the casualties reach most of them, and the defenders of Jun Wuchen have not taken advantage, a few days later, 70,000 defenders, almost no one can be found to be injured, and the number of dead has reached 30,000.

The corpses of the soldiers on Jun Wulian's side, and the corpses left on Jun Wuchen's side, were finally collected together, and there were more than a dozen corpse mountains.

The blood had clotted and dried up, the dull gray head of the city had turned black and red, and the helmets and weapons were scattered everywhere, and countless tired garrisons lay down on the ground to rest, and spread all over the city.

Now, there is no joy or fear on people's faces, there is no emotion, and what comes into view is the same numb face.

No one spoke, no one was in the mood to speak, and all that remained of the city was the sound of wheezing and the faint moans of the wounded.

Jun Wuchen, Yun Shuyang, Yun Xiong, and the three of them gradually walked towards the tower, and what they saw along the way was such a scene, and the three of them had a heavy face and a heavy heart.

And since he knew that the palace had been occupied by Concubine Lin, the emperor was sick in bed, and in just a few days, the skin of his whole body seemed to be directly attached to the bones, and the protruding Adam's apple was very obvious, making people feel as if death would come to summon him at any time.

He kept coughing, coughing until he almost thought he was going to die because of it. When he heard that the emperor's phlegm was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out, Jun Wulian felt a tightness in his heart, he was afraid that if the emperor died like this, the soldiers' hearts would be negative, which was not conducive to combat.