A fire worthy of a calamity burned wildly, colorless flames licking at everything in its reach, destroying them, crumbling them, sending them into the rising cloudy smoke, the air rushing in the heat, and the sound of the wind roaring like a beast.

It wasn't a battle that humans or demons could meddle in, and the entire hall was slowly turning into ruins from the inside out.

And in the middle of the flames, Yuan Huang was always unharmed.

He fought alone with all his brothers, like a reef alone against the tide, miraculously never falling.

Shen Zheng began to retreat, now is the moment of life and death, if Yuan Huang really wins, then everything will be reduced to water.

"There is still hope ......"

The sixteen imperial guards loyal to Yuan Qing never appeared, but that didn't mean they would quietly disappear, this was the last hole card that could turn the situation upside down, and now all hope was on them.

Shen Zheng's thinking has never been clearer than now, countless possibilities flashed in his heart, whether it is good or bad, the key to deciding everything is always those imperial guards.

He took the Eight Servants and walked towards the main gate of the Imperial City.

Before the court meeting began, the six princes ordered the imperial city to be sealed off until a new emperor appeared, so the sudden appearance of the four princes meant that something must have gone wrong at the main gate.

In addition to this, there is also Moyi.

The arrival of the four princes meant the final battle, and it was impossible for Mo Yi not to follow, but he never appeared.

The biggest possibility is that he was dragged down.

Then the Confucian people saw Mo Yi and sixteen imperial guards in front of the gate.

Contrary to Shen Zheng's expectations, Mo Yi was not dragged down, but he dragged others.

Shenjun, Goshawk, and Tianxiong were all here, and the four of them dragged those imperial guards together.

The situation was in a delicate or awkward stalemate, and if these demons started to burn blood, the four of them would be instantly defeated, but in that case, there would be no point in the imperial guards getting out - they would not be able to intervene in the decisive battle in the main hall.

And Shen Zheng's appearance tilted the scales.

"Kill them. ”

Eight from the rush up, now is the last moment, there is no time to waste.

The demons didn't let go of this opportunity, they suddenly became aggressive, and although it was possible to be injured, the battle would be over before then.

The four men who suffered from the enemy in the belly and back had no chance of surviving to the back.

Then Shenjun flew up with the goshawk and Xiang Wu.

There was a rope behind him, tied to the beam of the gate, and he didn't know what ingenious mechanism he had, and he led the three of them out of danger.

At this time, only Mo Yi remained on the ground, and he dodged the attack in an embarrassed way, but revealed a fatal flaw.

No one paid attention to the three Shenjun who ran to it, they didn't see through the drama of Shenjun surrounding Wei to save Zhao, they just didn't want to let Mo Yi go.

Then Mo Yi used the Heavenly Heart Sword.

Shen Zheng laughed.

"It is worthy of the Mo family. ”

Probably only a very small number of disciples of the Rumo family knew that the Tianxin Sword had a fatal weakness, that is, it was crazy. Without that person's mental adaptation being divided, it may be possible to delay the process of madness, but that moment will always come.

Soon, Mo Yi will lose his mind.

It was a difficult trade-off, but the Confucian disciples, including Shen Zheng, did not hesitate at all, maybe the battle in the main hall would be over before Mo went crazy, but it was also possible that it was the opposite, and they chose to stay.

"Mo Yi, die here. ”

Shen Zheng raised his head and glanced at the three Divine Monarchs on the beam of the gate, revealing a smile.

"Now, who is being put on fire?"

The face of the Divine Monarch sank like water.

"Are you playing with fire?"

The smile on Shen Zheng's face disappeared.

He calmed down in an instant.

What really matters is to get the imperial guards back to the main hall to help the Six Princes defeat Yuan Huang, compared to which Mo Yi is insignificant.

But maybe in the next moment, the first hundred schools of thought who made Confucianism like a thorn in the back would lose his mind and completely collapse, and the hope that was close at hand tormented Shen Zheng and made him sit on pins and needles.

The Tianxin Sword was not so strong, nor was it so weak, Mo Yi was entangled with the people besieging him, and he never had an advantage, nor did he fall into a disadvantage.

The flow of time became full of malice, like a file with spikes, scraping Shen Zheng's heart.

"Let's go. ”

The people in the chaos froze for a moment, but they still didn't stop.

"Let's go!"

Shen Zheng roared almost hysterically: "Go and help the six princes!"

The imperial guards were the first to withdraw, from the very beginning, it was Mo Yi and the four people who pestered them, and now that they have the opportunity to get out, they prefer to go to Yuan Qing's side.

Zhang Tai glanced at Mo Yi unwillingly, and turned to follow Shen Zheng.

Eight from left.

Mo Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, resting his sword sideways on his lap and breathing deeply.

Chaotic thoughts stirred in his heart, and gradually calmed down.

"Is it too late?"

Xiang Wu looked at Mo Yi and turned around to look at the main hall.

He couldn't see anything.

"Just in time, just in time. ”

Shenjun smiled cynically again, this time with an extraordinarily arrogant smile.

"How many people do you think have calculated what happens to the Golden Bloodline after it burns blood, and how much time each change will take?"

"You mean, Old Taoist Huang has calculated," the goshawk fell to the ground, lit a stick of incense, and placed it in front of Mo Yi, a light fragrance that made people feel calm, "I don't want to hear how you calculated it, tell me the result." ”

"It's too late," Shenjun smiled and sat down on the ground, "If the Ugles don't invite Kagura, then now, the princes who turned on the burning blood have lost their minds, and even if they really tear Yuanhuang to pieces, they will never recover." ”

"Look. ”

Mo Yi opened his eyes, and he followed the Divine Monarch's finger to look at the hole in the roof of the main hall, where the red smoke that had been rising had dissipated.

"What!"

Then the red smoke rekindled, like a raging fire.

"They haven't given up yet. ”

......

Once again, the Ughus were forced to chant Kagura, the only way to restore sanity to the Golden Bloodline, which had lost its mind in the burning blood.

But before that, the Six Princes had already lifted the blood burn and exited the chaos.

He recognized one thing earlier than his brothers - they couldn't win against Yuan Huang.

The imperial guards had not yet arrived, which made Yuan Qing angry and powerless, which was supposed to be the last resort to help him achieve victory, but he was absent when it was really needed.

Then Shen Zheng came back with everyone.

The Sixth Prince smiled.

He pointed to the middle of the main hall, where only Yuanhuang was left, and the other princes scattered and burned their blood in Kagura, and then retreated, leaving only the four princes.