Chapter 978: The End of a Song (8)

Ke'er took out the Sumeru scroll and recited a spell, and a white light shot out of the scroll, quickly condensing into a building-thick space-time portal. Then, Liu Beishui and everyone flew to the time and space gate and said loudly: "We have no choice but to give up our world." ”

His voice was mixed with spiritual power, like thunder that spread for thousands of miles.

The castle lord was silent, and sorrow and despair appeared in all his eyes.

"Next, please enter the Sumeru space, there is already prepared water and food in it, enough for everyone's short-term needs. Liu Beishui said: "There is no problem to last for a year. After everyone enters, we will send the strongest person to send the scroll into the hands of the eldest brother. ”

"Where is the city lord, can he protect us?"

Liu Beishui hadn't known the news of Lihuo and Ye Qingcheng for a long time, and in order not to distract them, the Yun clan didn't let Gru go to visit secretly.

"Yes!!" Xiaobai replied loudly, his voice unquestionable.

"Then why hasn't he come out?" another voice came.

Ranwu was immediately furious, and almost rushed down to hit that guy, "You question our big city lord again?!"

"For eleven years, the second city lord has been taking care of and guarding this city. Another guy said, "If the big city lord is still alive, and now he still appears?"

Liu Beishui stopped the dance and said loudly: "If we stay, all of us will not live to dawn." Please enter in order of ethnicity. ”

At this time, there was a sound of bombardment outside, and the army of Hell was approaching the city, attacking the White Flame Guardian Array. Although it is separated by a layer of white flames, it can be guessed from the movement of the mountains shaking in this place that the painting of the prison army outside must be like the waves of the sea, beating against the cold ice city like an island.

Time is running out, and there is not much time left for the Ice City. The white flame is an immortal array, and it can't withstand the attacks of so many dark Shura again and again.

Liu Beishui turned his face to Miyagawa Xue and said, "Sister-in-law, your dragon clan is the most face-conscious, why don't you start first." ”

Miyagawa Xue has been in the Cold Ice City for more than ten years, she has already changed from a lively and clever girl to Shu Ya, the empress of the dragon clan, she doesn't care much about the world, the cold ice city, and even the dragon clan.

Hearing this, Miyagawa Xue did not refuse, she stepped forward and looked at the dragon clan. More than 100,000 dragons and dragon herders were looking at her in unison.

She knew that her dragon clan was given by Liu Beishui, she was only an emperor-level strength, and her seniority was not enough, it was entirely because Liu Beishui wanted her to be the dragon emperor, and she became the ruler of the dragon clan. However, the dragon clan has no objection to this, anyway, it is like this, the entire dragon clan is already out of face because of the toss of the Black Fire Dragon Emperor, and whoever is the Dragon Emperor is the same.

"In the past, the dragon clan has always been above the common people, and they consider themselves the most noble race in the world. Miyagawa Xue said: "However, it has been proved that we are not superior to other races, and we are as light as grass mustard before the catastrophe......

It was when everyone was guessing what she was going to say, that she suddenly announced: "On behalf of the dragon clan, I give up the transfer." The dragon clan has been languishing for more than ten years, and it should be dignified again. The dragons will not hide, and the dragons are willing to die in their own world until the last dragon falls!"

"Sister-in-law!" Liu Beishui never expected that she would make such a decision.

Unexpectedly, there was an earth-shattering roar from the dragon clan, as if something hidden in their hearts had been awakened.

"Beishui, in fact, you know better than me, even if you hide in the Sumeru space, it is still very likely that you will not be able to keep the picture scroll, and the picture scroll will be obtained by the hell side, which will be equivalent to a turtle in the urn. Miyagawa Xue said awe-inspiringly: "What's the difference between this and waiting to die with a hooded head?"

"Sister-in-law, don't incite people. Liu Beishui said in a low and hurried voice: "You have to believe in the eldest brother, he may come back at any time, and if you live a little longer, you will have more hope." ”

"I believe in Qingcheng, he is the lord of this city and the future king of the world, I am more convinced of this than all of you. ”

"Then you-" Liu Beishui said puzzled.

The attacks outside became more and more violent, and some parts of the White Flame Wall were obviously weak, and the hideous appearance of the Hell Army could be seen. In the city, as the dragons regained their glory, the roar became stronger and stronger, and this roar was infectious, and everyone was already enthusiastic and not afraid of death.

"It is precisely because I am sure that he will return that we will greet our king with a dignified battle, instead of hiding from him!" Miyagawa Xue said firmly.

"Roaring !!!"

In an instant, all dragons roared.

The whole city immediately boiled. At this time, Qing Yu and the others led an army of more than 100,000 people to rush from the Eternal Time Gate.

Seeing this chaotic scene, Qing Yu was immediately furious, he scolded Liu Beishui, and said, "Let you transfer the people, why did you incite it like this?"

"I ......" Liu Beishui was speechless for a while.

Qing Yu looked at the White Flame Guardian Array, and cracks had appeared on it. Let the Nine Hell Lords attack (Dark Shura), this will be broken sooner or later. Therefore, he made a decisive decision to go out of the city first to meet the battle, attract firepower, and take the opportunity to arrange women, children, and the elderly in the city.

"They can't be allowed to attack with impunity. Qing Yu said: "Send the elite to fight first." Xiaobai gathers the Zero Word Army and goes out of the city with me!"

"Wait. Splitting Wind turned his face to Xiao 13 and said, "Is the Immortal Mirror available?"

Xiao 13 immediately took out the Imitation Immortal Realm and said, "The immortal array in this mirror has been consumed by the war for more than ten years. Now, there was only a remnant of the Wind Braking Phantom in the mirror. ”

"That's what I want. Splitwind said.

"Could it be—" Xiaobai is more than 700 years old, and he can be regarded as knowledgeable. However, there has always been a mystery in this world: what is the natal power of the Splitting Wind?

Except for the Yun family, no one knows.

It's just that during the Battle of Beihai, there was a mysterious Ninefold Thousand Transformation Palm, but only Yuntian comprehended the Ninefold. Later generations have been speculating for thousands of years, and some of them believe that the mysterious Thousand Transformation Palm may be related to the splitting wind.

"Keep the mirror on. Splitting Wind said to Xiao Thirteen.

Seeing everyone's look of anticipation and surprise, Qing Yu said: "Brother's supernatural power is called Thousand Hail Polar Shadow, which is one of the killer features of the Yun Clan, and even the specifics, you will know in a moment." ”

Under Xiao Thirteen's control, the Immortal Mirror suddenly erupted with a burst of mysterious power, and then, it skyrocketed to a height and hung in front of the Splitting Wind.

Splitting Wind looked directly at the mirror, and after three breaths, his figure suddenly seemed like a reflection in the water, rippling a few times, and disappearing out of thin air.

Everyone held their breath and waited for about ten breaths, the mirror was like water, ripples appeared, and then an imperial figure came out of the mirror.

It's still the white emperor's majesty, the golden imperial crown, the long hair, and the cold face. However, he had an extra green bamboo cane in his hand, and at the same time his breath changed, but the others couldn't say anything for a while.

It wasn't until Split Wind pulled out a piece of green mangs in his cane that Xiao Thirteen's tears flowed out instantly.

This mysterious immortal-like sword power, and the unparalleled momentum, are clearly his master, Jiang Heng.

"It's a pity. Split Wind looked at the Qingmang Sword in his hand and said, "Jiang City Lord is only a layer of paper away from a true immortal. His mastery of the sword surpassed that of our master. Qing Yu said in surprise: "So strong?"

"If this phantom can last a little longer, I can kill five of the nine hell lords. Splitting Wind clasped his sword together, a glint in his eyes.