Zhaofeng Mingyi, towering in the blood haze, the iron peak hangs high, towering like a pillar of optimus.

The city lord of Murong was much weaker than before, and he looked twice as old. After all, Rong Ma has never seen such a bloody tide in his life, and the situation is only defended and not attacked, which makes his old man's heart extremely depressed.

But fortunately, on this day, Zhaofeng Mingyi, in addition to receiving the victims, finally ushered in a new hope.

Crowds of people and horses occupy the streets. However, because of the blood mist, even Zhaofeng Mingyi is extremely sparse at the moment, and there are very few pedestrians on the street, so it doesn't even seem crowded.

The sound of horses' hooves swayed, and Fu Yunge and the others who were in front had already taken the first step and climbed the Heavy Bird Tower.

In such a situation, the customs are still the same, but the mood is very different. Fu Yunge stepped up the stairs step by step, looking at the blurred scenery outside the tower, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The city lord of Murong personally greeted him and led everyone to the tower.

Poinsettia was already waiting here, and when she saw them coming, she got up to greet them.

Fu Yunge could see it. It was still the same place, and it was here that they discussed the plan to break the Ming State. Now that the Trillion Sin Ming Bang has been broken, the victory or defeat of the final game of the blood mist has been pushed in front of everyone's eyes again.

In addition, it is the change of Master during this time...... He hadn't been able to ask yet.

Outside the wide stone window, the blood light was red, reflecting the side faces of everyone. The city lord of Murong led them to sit down in turn, looking at the chaotic colors outside, everyone was speechless for a while.

"Castle Lord...... I haven't seen you for a long time, and this time is inevitably hard. After a while, Poinsettia Mei looked at Murong Taikang and said lightly.

Murong Taikang was slightly stunned when he heard Poinsettia Mei talking to him.

He then shook his head with a wry smile: "Hard work, fall second......"

Dongfang Shiming and Fu Yunge turned their faces sideways when they heard him say this.

Although he is indeed old, his current old state is obviously not normal. Especially those who have seen what he looked like last time can't help but be surprised.

Poinsettia Plum also cast a concerned look at him. Murong Taikang paused, and his deep voice seemed to be soaked in moisture: "It's just because of the blood mist...... It also hurt me, a white-haired person, and saw several black-haired people sent away. ”

All three of them changed color slightly at the same time. The city lord of Murong is in his prime, he has few heirs, and he doesn't know how much pain the blood mist disaster has brought him?

"The eldest son, Boyou, the second son, Zhongkang...... They've suffered a lot. Murong Taikang sighed to himself, the rough wrinkles and scars on his face all clumped together in pain. Under the sackcloth-like skin, the green tendons on the back of the hand jumped up.

Poinsettia looked at the silver threads of his sideburns and sighed softly.

"But...... Mr. Hongmei, you are also a lot more depressed...... Ha ha. The old lord pondered for a long time, and finally raised his head dryly, revealing a stiff smile.

Poinsettia Plum stroked the stone table, and the corners of her mouth were cold: "Let those people behind the scenes ...... To all the people of the world, pay the price. ”

As he spoke, the sword behind him flashed with a cold light of vicissitudes, as if in response to his realization.

Fu Yunge looked at his master's appearance, his mood was complicated, and he didn't know what to say.

"Boy." Unexpectedly, Poinsettia Mei actually called him first.

Fu Yunge hadn't heard Poinsettia Mei call himself like this before, and his nerves were dull for a moment before he raised his head in response. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the flashing eyes of the poinsettia plum looking straight at him.

"I've heard that you already have a way to deal with the blood mist. Let's hear it. Poinsettia Mei said lightly, "Wolf Dust is too busy alone, and this plan still needs more manpower." ”

It turned out that Poinsettia Mei's trip was an encounter with wolf dust. Fu Yunge no longer hesitated, and told all their plans.

The three of them sat down, listening to Fu Yunge's eloquent narration, and they couldn't stop bowing their heads.

Gradually, Poinsettia Mei and Murong City Lord even flashed with hope in their eyes.

During this period, Dongfang Shiming was ready to supplement his analysis and tell it. After his refinement, the original plan became fuller and more feasible.

In addition to the original plan to drive away the blood mist, Dongfang Shiming also planned in detail the strategy of blocking the Nine Devil Shadows during this time. After several times of repeated thinking, he finally decided on what he thought was the safest battle situation.

"With the power of the three mountains to drive away the blood mist, with a single arrow to the ghost roaring abyss, use the three posts as a hub to intercept the last counterattack of the Nine Devil Shadow forces." Dongfang Shiming's eyes were sharp, and he talked eloquently, scolding Fang Xuan.

Every concise word is the result of his hard work. Therefore, when he tells at this moment, he can feel the weight of a thousand words.

The light and shadow were mottled, and in front of everyone's eyes, it seemed that there had been a fierce and courageous decisive battle.

The city lord of Murong was visibly very excited. He couldn't help but glance out at the blood mist, as if he was about to regain clarity in the next second.

Dongfang Shiming analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of both sides one by one. At present, although the righteous path is scattered and weak, if it cooperates with the final plan, it may be able to turn such weaknesses into a great advantage of the righteous path in one fell swoop.

Dispersed and condensed, jumping on the stone table. The blood light cast on everyone's cheeks burned and they were all engrossed.

A light cough at the end. The voice of Oriental poetry stopped abruptly, like the end of a drum, which made people feel more cheerful and more high-spirited.

"Okay, that's great." After hearing this, the city lord of Murong clapped his hands with dark red eyes.

Poinsettia Mei also nodded: "I have no objection." It's just that this move will exhaust the power of the Nether Heaven's entire righteous path, and the last fight cannot be defeated. ”

Hearing Poinsettia Mei say this, all three of them agreed seriously.

They don't have time, and the people of the Nether Heavens don't have time. This is the final counterattack against the long scourge of the Nine Shadows, and the final decisive battle has begun!

"We're going to get started as soon as possible." Dongfang Shiming calmly said to them, "The Holy Envoy Xi Zishi revealed to us that their shadow master, Ghost Xiao Changyuan, is preparing an ultimate weapon. We must stop him before he does. ”

What the ultimate weapon is, everyone knows nothing. But since this is the case, they have to hurry up and contact the entire Nether Heaven, all the living forces.

"I'm going to write a letter to the Wine League," Dongfang Shiming turned his head and stood up, "It would be better if Su Bezhi and the Substitute had woken up." ”

The city lord of Murong also followed him excitedly: "I'll go find you a pen and paper!" Zhaofeng Mingyi's communication birds, the speed is a must! ”

Fu Yunge and Poinsettia Plum finally stood up and sent each other off.

"Master......" Fu Yunge stared at the back of Poinsettia Plum.

Poinsettia Mei was in no hurry to leave. He turned his head lightly and exhaled softly: "Let's go, let's take you to relax." ”