Xing Boyun's heart fluctuated.

When he first arrived in Beilin City, the Qing clan was knighted in his eyes.

Even if it is inherited by Qingluan, after all, it has been down for a long time, and it is not in the eyes at all.

It's like walking on the road, carelessly kicking a small pebble that blocks the way, but unexpectedly, it was the corner of the boulder that was exposed, which almost made him flash his waist.

Now that the Great Wilderness is fiercely fighting, the huge strength of the Qing clan is finally fully displayed in front of him, and he thought he was a lamb, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a giant beast in the wilderness.

Xing Boyun was uneasy in his heart, his mind changed uncertainly, and he set his eyes on the thin man in his forties: "Mr. Zhongchang, what do you have in mind?"

"The prince has already made a decision in his heart, so why bother asking me, naturally he is moving eastward and acting at the opportunity!"

Mr. Nakagaga pinched his goatee and couldn't help sneering,

"The so-called killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred self-losses, even if the Qing clan wins and faces many strong enemies, how can it not be damaged in the slightest?

As a cultivator, the old man also knows that after casting the formation, the soul will have to recuperate for many days, and now is the time when the Qing clan is the weakest!"

"Well, what Mr. Nakacho said is reasonable!"

Xing Boyun's eyes lit up, and then he said worriedly, "Having said that, but the Qing clan is holding the power of a great victory and gathering the hearts of all the wild people, I'm afraid it will be unruly~"

Mr. Zhong Chang knew that Xing Boyun was worried, and he was bullied by the Qing clan in the depths of the Great Wilderness.

His eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly: "Why should the prince worry, since eight hundred and sixty years ago, the emperor of Dashen divided the princes until now.

The Son of Heaven - the princes - the vassals - the countrymen - the slaves are where the etiquette lies, if the Qing clan does not want to retreat by himself, he will never dare to be unfavorable to the son of the world!"

For example, today's princes, although there are battles and annexations, they all have a common bottom line, and they must not harm the ministers and monarchs.

Even if the Northern Wilderness Bo Chonghou annexed the Three Kingdoms in the past 20 years, he will also provide for the ministers and monarchs of the Three Kingdoms well, and even some monarchs and ministers will also obtain fiefs and become vassals of Chongguo.

If Qingyang is persecuted by Xing Guo and goes to another country, he will be warmly welcomed, but if he dares to make a move against Xing Boyun, even if he escapes from Xing State, other countries will not contain him.

Thinking of this, Xing Boyun's eyes became more and more confident, as a prince and a prince, his identity and status are his advantages, no matter how powerful Qingyang is, he is not a vassal of Xing State?

Mr. Zhong Chang smiled again: "What's more, there are Liangqiu commanders and Xuanjia riders beside the prince to guard safety, but you can rest assured!"

Liang Qiu's eyes flickered twice, and he was unwilling to let Mr. Zhong Chang be beautiful.

He pretended to be heroic and laughed: "Although the prince can rest assured, my Xuanjia horse swears to protect it to the death, not to mention that the uncle is in charge, he should also be on Queshan Mountain at this time!"

"Hmph~Uncle Bingxin~"

As soon as he heard this name, Xing Boyun was furious, he suppressed his anger, and said in a cold voice, "When I return to the national capital, I will show the monarch's father, how can Xuanjia Cavalry be loyal to outsiders?"

Liang Qiu was in the middle, his eyes were full of color, if Uncle Bingxin was suspicious, he would be the most potential commander of the Xuanjia Cavalry.

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Fear of death and happy life, human nature.

Only when you have experienced death will you understand the greatness of existence.

On the top of the Magpie Mountain, tens of thousands of people wept with joy, this new life was given by the lord.

From now on, they are no longer untouchables like weeds, who fend for themselves and no one cares about, but the Qing clan's leaders.

They have their own guardian, a lord who is willing to risk his life to fight the Ghost King and protect them.

The joyful atmosphere infected everyone.

Especially the children, who witnessed the battle with their own eyes, worshiped Qingyang from the bottom of their hearts.

Ye Mengqiu's beautiful face was full of pure smiles, and the palms of his hands condensed runes one after another, turning into brilliant fireworks in the dark night before dawn.

"Another flower made of stars~"

The catkins jumped and jumped, playing with a group of children.

Ye Mengqiu pursed his lips and chuckled, and with a flick of his jade hand, a rune flew out, bursting and turning into a huge flower of hundreds of zhang, like a dream.

"We survived~"

"Thank you, Lord~"

On the top of Magpie Mountain, tens of thousands of people cheered in unison.

Qingyang had a faint smile on his face, but he kept standing there, not moving, like a sculpture.

Ye Mengqiu's complexion changed, and he finally noticed his strangeness.

"What's wrong with the lord?"

Zhong Bo and Lie Muyang hurriedly rushed over, and their faces, which were originally full of smiles, became solemn again at this time.

If it weren't for Qingyang's eyes at this moment, he could still see a look, but I was afraid that he would think he was dead.

"How so!?"

Zhong Bo was anxious, and Ye Mengqiu was even more helpless.

"Silence~"

Uncle Bingxin snorted and said to Zhong Bo, "Tell everyone to strictly abide by this matter, if it spreads, I am afraid that people will be panicked, and Qingyang's hard work will be wasted!"

Ye Mengqiu condensed a ball of runes, and was about to press it on the center of Qingyang's eyebrows, but was hurriedly stopped by Shi Ling: "Are you going to kill your brother?"

I can feel that his divine soul power is too strong, and he may burst his body at any time, if you increase this strength, he will die immediately!"

"The Divine Soul is too powerful?"

Ye Mengqiu was anxious in his heart, and forcibly calmed down, "If you want to strengthen his physique, what is the best way?"

Shi Ling said immaturely: "I can combine the power of the golden line and the wood spirit and the water spirit, plus that condensing moon, it can only form four elements, if there is a fire spirit, condense the power of the five elements, at least you can slowly temper your body and reduce the danger." ”

"Where can I find the fire spirit at this time?"

Ye Mengqiudai's eyebrows frowned slightly, and Uncle Bingxin was also embarrassed for a while.

"Roar~"

"Boom~"

"咴~"

At this moment, the three powerful existences, such as the Fox, the Red Luan, and the Purple Horse, advanced to the second rank together, and soared into the sky.

Hongluan's wings stretched out and flew towards Queshan, and the fox and the purple horse stepped on the void together, as if they were walking in mid-air.

The difference is that a purple haze is born under the feet of the fox, but the four hooves of the purple horse are purple flames, all of which are like ancient divine beasts descending into the world.

The extremely powerful three-headed beast fierce bird, not caring about the fear of tens of thousands of people, slowly landed in front of Qingyang, looked at him with a complicated expression, and also discovered Qingyang's strangeness.

"Boom~"

Hongluan dropped a flaming tail feather of a red flame, spread his wings and soared straight for nine days, and left in the blink of an eye.

"Roar~"

An orange flame close to golden erupted from the mouth of the fox, which landed on the tail feathers of the red luan, and blended with the former, and then left the magpie mountain with his feet in the void, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"咴~"

The purple horse was the last to step forward, covered in red hair, and also began to burn with a raging purple flame, and finally this body of purple flames condensed into a ball and merged into the divine fire in front of him.

"Boom Boom Boom~"

The tail feathers of the red luan completely melted, and the three flames intertwined with each other, constantly absorbing the residual spiritual energy around them, and a trace of spiritual sense fluctuations were generated in it.

"Fire Spirit?"

Ye Mengqiu and Uncle Bingxin were taken aback, but the stone spirit, wood spirit, and water spirit let out a burst of joy.

Under the guidance of the three spirits, in the divine flame, a trace of extremely weak spiritual wisdom was finally born, although the fire spirit was still very weak, but the conditions for condensing the power of the five elements were finally met. (To be continued.) )