"My lord, in your opinion, will tomorrow's battle be auspicious or evil?"

On the eve of the decisive battle, Yang Yan looked out the window with his back hand, and asked at the silent falcon, the falcon's eyes were slightly condensed, the Northern Expedition for several months, after hundreds of battles of all sizes, no matter how dangerous the situation, His Royal Highness the Seventh has always been calm and calm, and has never asked similar questions, tomorrow will be the period of decisive battle between the two armies, how could His Highness the Seventh ask this?

The falcon also looked out the window, silent for a long time, making people feel that he would not answer, and then muttered: "This official is not a sorcerer, he doesn't know how to survey the good luck, but the stronger the cultivation is, the closer to the heavenly way, he can faintly sense the heavenly opportunity and avoid the evil, which can be vaguely called a premonition, the moon belongs to the yin, and there has been a saying that the full moon is auspicious and the full moon is ominous, the so-called ominous is the big murderer, and the great luck and the big luck collide together, or the good luck is the big luck, or the good luck, tomorrow is the day of the full moon, although the Seven Highnesses are well-planned, it is best not to delay until the night." ”

"My lord thinks so too?" Yang Yan glanced sideways slightly, and said lightly, "There are too many variables on the day of the full moon, and the good and bad are unpredictable, but I'm afraid that things may not go as we want." ”

"Hmm, Your Highness means ......," Falcon asked, looking at him.

"Look at this. Yang Yan stretched out his hand and handed a small roll of paper to the falcon, the falcon took it and opened it, there was no word on it, but he was also a well-informed person, and a trace of spiritual yuan flowed out of his fingertips, and in an instant, there were small words on the white paper, and then his brows frowned slightly.

"Beast Gate, these guys still don't give up. Falcon frowned and said coldly.

"The desire for profit, coupled with the blood feud of the three Heavenly Xuan Realm powerhouses, how can they see the opportunity and not do it. Yang Yan said lightly, not reacting much to this.

Then the official will add another blood debt to them. The falcon said coldly, if you don't know, since you already know, there is no reason to let the beast master go back alive.

"Nope. Yang Yan shook his head and said lightly: "Leave it to the two of them, no matter who comes, this prince has only one goal, and there can be no mistakes." ”

"But when the time comes, the tart will definitely contain me, and you will face it alone, the risk is too great. Falcon spoke.

Yang Yan turned around, his eyes were sharp, and the spirit of the king came out, and he couldn't live forever: "The eldest husband was born in the world, and he fought with a three-foot sword, but he only drank blood and ears!"

......

Buzzing in his mind, the falcon vaguely remembered the sharp sword eyes of His Royal Highness the Seventh Highness that seemed to be able to penetrate all things in heaven and earth, and the unbeatable pride, and seemed to see the young and old His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince in the sword, trampling the tired corpses and bones under his feet, blooming with the peerless elegance of the generation that lived alone......

But in less than a day, things are not people, on the vast wasteland, the Seven Highnesses are not servants in life and death, their whereabouts are unknown, and there is only a sword left!

Sword, in!

People, but are they still there?

The falcon didn't dare to think about why the sword was left here if the man was still there, and why bother thinking about it if the man was gone?

There was a terrible energy raging in the sky in the distance, but he no longer knew it, he reached out and pulled out the flaming sword from the ground, holding the sword body with both hands, the sword of the human rank could be crushed with his fingers, but he felt heavier than the mountain, more difficult to control than the sea.

"Falcon, I shouldn't have said this to you, but although I have treated Lao Qiyi equally over the years, he is the most special one among my many emperors, and I don't know if it's right or wrong to let him go north with the army at this time, I only hope that no matter what, you will bring him back to me completely!"

On the eve of the expedition, Emperor Yang summoned him alone, just for a word of instruction as a father, and he also swore that he would bring back the Seventh Highness intact, but now, he could only go back with the sword of the Seventh Highness......

"Your Majesty, the minister has failed the grace of God, and he deserves death!" The falcon faced in the direction of the imperial city, knelt heavily on his knees, and cried on the ground!

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place!

A generation of Tianxuan Realm powerhouses, in this vast wasteland, cried into tears, everything moved, and heaven and earth were silent......

......

Hanya Seki.

Yue Wuchen had to meditate on the ground and take pills to heal his injuries because the bed in the room was destroyed, but for some reason, it was clear that his heart had been removed, although it was not the result he wanted, in the end he got what he wanted, but although he closed his eyes and devoted himself to healing, his left eye still kept beating wildly, and he couldn't heal his injuries at all, and the recovery speed of his injuries was terrifyingly slow.

"Is there something bad that is going to happen to this prince?" In ancient times, there was a saying that the left eye was beating and the right eye was beating, and Yue Wuchen had always scoffed at this before, but today was a good omen on the day of the full moon, and such a strange situation made him begin to believe this statement.

"No, I can't continue to stay here, it's okay if it's just a false alarm, but if something really bad is going to happen, it's too dangerous!" Yue Wuchen stood up, and he directly had the intention of retreating.

"Where is the tart?" exclaimed.

A figure floated into the room like a ghost, knelt down on one knee, and said extremely respectfully: "The minister is here, dare to ask His Highness what he commands?"

If Rakshasa saw this scene, he would be shocked into a cold sweat, it turned out that Tart Pulling Black Silicon had been hiding around here, if she really wanted to kill Yue Wuchen, it would definitely be her who died, and the horror of the strong people in the Tianxuan Realm was the shadow of all those below the Tianxuan Realm.

"Call Uncle Shangjing, and leave for the dynasty immediately!" Yue Wuchen said.

Suddenly hearing this, even the obedient tart who was obedient to him couldn't help but be stunned: "Back to the dynasty?"

At present, the Seven Princes of Tianyang have been killed, and the Tianyang army is only a trapped beast, as early as before the war, Yue Wuchen has secretly sent people to transfer troops and horses from all over the Yang Province, and the reinforcements can arrive before dawn, even if the Tianyang cavalry is brave and not afraid of death, it will be difficult to escape the catastrophe, and their Blood Moon army can take advantage of the situation to go south again, like a bamboo, before the Tianyang Dynasty reacts, the entire north will be in the bag, and go straight to the Tianyang Imperial City!

At the same time, the strong men of the Blood Moon Dynasty have been ready to standby, and the rest of the three major dynasties of Qinglong, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu will also dispatch a large number of strong people, and when the army arrives at the foot of the Tianyang Imperial City, they will destroy the Tianyang Dynasty together with them and divide up this nascent dynasty.

"Now!" Yue Wuchen said resolutely.

"The army ......" Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuchen had already interrupted him impatiently, and said coldly: "Don't worry about them, call Uncle Shangjing, the three of us rush back as fast as possible!"

"Yes, yes!" Sensing Yue Wuchen's coldness, Tart pulled out a chill in his heart, and hurriedly responded, wondering in his heart, could it be that something big had happened in the court? Otherwise, why would His Highness the Thirteenth be in a hurry to rush back, and even ignore the army!

With this go, the good situation will come to naught, without himself and His Royal Highness King Jing, the two powerhouses of the Heavenly Xuan Realm, in case the Falcon goes crazy because the Seven Princes were killed by their Royal Highness, then no matter how many troops they have, they will not be enough to fill it, this battle will be lost, and it is very possible that the entire army will be wiped out!

"Wait!" Yue Wuchen suddenly stopped him, and just when he thought that His Highness the Thirteenth had changed his mind and was overjoyed, he heard Yue Wuchen say: "Take the Rakshasa with you, go quickly!"

"Ah?...... Okay, good!" Tart pulled out of the black silicon in a daze, I really couldn't understand, since even the countless Blood Moon soldiers who were still in Tianyang Territory had abandoned the good situation, how could His Highness the Thirteenth still have the heart to worry about a woman?

Rakshasa is certainly one of the current four major waitresses, but after all, the talent and strength are too far from the other three waitresses, and they have also been a prisoner of Tianyang, and they didn't even mention a word about the thirteenth highness of the cold-faced Xueji, why did they just mention a rakshasa?

Soon, His Royal Highness King Jing of the Blood Moon Dynasty, Yue Heng came here with Tart Ba Wu Si and Rakshasa, Yue Heng's face was not very good-looking, and Rakshasa was completely confused, I couldn't figure out what the situation was, why did Yue Wuchen suddenly go crazy and had to go back to the dynasty, or did he have to bring himself?

"You want to go back to the dynasty?" Yue Heng stared at Yue Wuchen with an unkind face, he tossed in the Tianyang Earth Realm for so long and was beaten by a prince of the Tianyang Dynasty, and invited him from afar to deal with this Tianyang prince, this is okay, after all, that Yang Yan is indeed a demon who has been eliminated early, but what is the situation now, when the situation is good, he suddenly wants to go back, and he has to pull himself along, it's just ...... If it weren't for his identity, he would have scolded: neurosis!

As for Tart Ba Wusi's speculation that something big might have happened in the court, Yue Heng didn't believe it, how long had he been out of the Blood Moon Imperial City, what big thing could happen?

Is there a prince who takes the heir, or is the prince unable to resist killing his father and rebelling?

In his opinion, Yue Wuchen was purely beaten by the prince of Tianyang, or it was something wrong, or it was a clamp on his head!

It's vexatious!

"It's a matter of urgency, and please don't blame Uncle Huang. Yue Wuchen bowed slightly, and knew that respect and humility understood etiquette, well, his head should not be broken.

Yue Heng became even more angry, and said coldly: "Not allowed now, when the army takes Changzhou, you hand over the handsome seal and let General Tartba escort it back, and this king will not interfere." ”

Where is Yue Wuchen willing to wait, for him to stay here for a moment more is torment, the ghost knows when the unknown disaster will come, is it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster? Nothing is clear, a person who spares his life so much, will never put his life on luck, life is the truth!

"Please also ask the imperial uncle not to be stubborn and go back with his nephew. Yue Wuchen straightened his back, his tone was full of toughness in his respectful tone, and he dropped right and wrong in one sentence, as if the person who was unreasonable and unreasonable was not him, but Yue Heng.

"Are you ordering this king?" Yue Heng's face was cold, not angry and self-threatening, and the coercion spread out invisibly, Yue Wuchen's upright body seemed to have a mountain on his back, and he bent down in an instant, becoming a deep bow, he was already merciful, otherwise he could directly press Yue Wuchen down.

"Yes!" Yue Wuchen's mouth was shocked, and the tart pulled out the black silicon and the rakshasa were dumbfounded, and when Yueheng was angry and wanted to teach him a lesson, a vast aura like a sea of smoke suddenly canceled out his coercion without a trace.

The heavy pressure as a mountain dissipated, Yue Wuchen straightened his waist again, and the power in his demonic eyes was compelling, he held a blood-colored token in front of Yue Heng's eyes, ignoring Yue Heng's suddenly blue and ugly face, and the words were cold: "Blood Emperor Order, if my emperor is here in person, why don't you kneel down quickly?"