In the elegant inn, the black shadow knelt on one knee: "Young lady, please play with peace of mind, the shadow will follow you and the young master at any time, I just hope that the young lady can let the real young master come back as soon as possible." The voice still echoed through the house, and the figure was gone.

"Cough!" Yutong sighed, a waning moon hung high outside the window, Xiang Hong slept very soundly, Yutong looked at Xiang Hong who was sleeping quietly, tears slipped unconsciously, lying beside him, closing his jewel-like eyes.

"Squeak!" Yutong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Brother Xiang Hong!" In front of him, Xiang Hong was holding a pot of soy milk with fried dough sticks in one hand and a pot of soy milk in the other. Yutong pinched his slender wrist fiercely, "It's true! Brother Xiang Hong! Get up from the bed with a smile!" But he didn't get a response from Xiang Hong for a long time.

Looking up, Xiang Hong still looked stunned, "It turns out that you're just hungry!" Yutong took the fritters and soy milk in Xiang Hong's hand......

Xiang Renmu sighed as he listened to the information brought back by the shadow. "Still won't work. With a wave of his hand, the shadow disappeared, "Young master, young master, can you really bear to let the old man help you clean up this mess?" Wen Yao stood beside Xiang Renmu at some point: "Perhaps, the magic of witchcraft can awaken King Xiang." ”

"Witchcraft, Heavenly Maiden Mansion?" Xiang Renmu thought thoughtfully.

Flame Divine Kingdom

A boy was taking his small steps, "Childe, slow down, slow down!" Behind him, a maid was half-bent over, gasping for air. It has been nearly two years in a flash, and Zhao Zilu, who was originally in swaddling clothes, is now running around the yard. Looking closely, Zhao Zilu and Lin are somewhat similar.

On the fat little face, two big brown eyes flickered, "Bang!" Zhao Zilu sat on the ground, rubbing his head with his fleshy little hands. "It turned out to be Zilu!Why didn't Xiaoye follow you?" Yutong's lark-like voice sounded, and he was about to help the boy, but he stood in place in a daze.

Xiang Hong, who had been expressionless, looked at the child who bumped into him, his blue pupils suddenly contracted, "Zilu?" his mouth opened slightly! muttered, "Ah!" Suddenly Xiang Hong hugged his head. "Don't!" Xiang Hong sat on the ground. "Wow wow!" Zhao Zilu saw such a scene, and immediately cried.

The palace maid trotted, looking at the scene in front of her and at a loss. "Take the road boy and go. Seeing the palace maid who was still stunned, "Take the son of the road and go!" Yutong repeated a second time.

"Oh!" the palace maid came back to her senses, picked up Zhao Zilu and hurriedly left, "It hurts!" Zhao Zhenrui was already rolling on the ground, and suddenly a warm embrace rushed to him, Xiang Hong was not struggling, "Brother Xiang Hong!" Yutong also burst into tears, crying like a child. After taking care of all the places where she and Brother Xiang Hong had played, Yutong took Xiang Hong back to the palace in frustration.

"Yutong?" Xiang Hong's voice was a little hoarse, his hands slowly lowered from his head, and he unconsciously hugged the girl in his arms. "Don't go, please. Xiang Hong said a little choked, "I only have you left." ”

"En, I'm not leaving, I'm not going there, Brother Xiang Hong!" Yutong cried even more sadly, but her lips were blocked. Looking at Zhao Zilu's face, Lin's face jumped on Xiang Hong's head, followed by Zhao Zhenrui, who laughed wildly, and finally he remembered! The lips of the two parted and stuck together again, Xiang Hong hugged Yutong tightly and was afraid that she would disappear too.

Zhao Zhenrui sat on the stone chair, and the dark stone chair was reshaped, "Gu Ying's secret guard has come to report, Xiang Hong has lost his memory, now is the best time to attack the Kingdom of God." Dai Siyang said lightly.

"Got it. "Zhao Zhenrui is not interested, for him now, he only wants the so-called 'Holy Stone'!" "Is there a whereabouts of the Holy Stone?" Zhao Zhenrui asked.

Dai Siyang flipped over the plate in his hand, "Not yet, but I have screened out a few sects that are most likely to have holy stones." As soon as his hands sank, the slab vanished. Zhao Zhenrui had a heavy plate in front of him. "Mo family, ghost valley, Yang family" Zhao Zhenrui casually read the words circled on the board.

"It seems that we still have to clear the kingdom of God first!" Zhao Zhenrui stood up, his red golden eyes staring at the sand table......

Shonan Castle

Xiang Renmu hadn't had time to express his excitement about Xiang Hong's awakening, because the shadow had come to report, and Zhao Zhenrui had once again sent troops! The war drums outside the southern city of Xiangnan were thunderous, the smoke and dust were filled, and the light organ 'tyrannical shadow wolf' was taking the lead. "Click!" "Click!" the unpleasant sound of metal grinding made the soldiers on the city wall shudder.

Suddenly, something was on the soldier's shoulder, and "Whew!" reflexively waved the hook and sickle in his hand. The soldier knelt down on one knee. "Get up. You're too nervous!" Xiang Hong's blue eyes revealed a faint aura of tyrant. Both hands pressed on the quaint bluestone of the city wall. "I'm back!" the faint voice seemed to say to everyone, as if to say it to itself.

For a while, the momentum on the city wall increased greatly! The soldiers' eyes showed the same firmness, they were uneasy at first, because their king was not there, but now their king was by their side! "Giant Wen Yao, those little things will trouble you!" Xiang Hong glanced at Wen Yao, who was smiling.

Wen Yao smiled lightly, his handprints changed, "Wang! Roar!" For a while, all the beasts roared in unison, and the twelve different beasts opposite the 'Tyrannical Shadow Wolf' were groaning. "Twelve gods!" Xiang Renmu's eyes widened, Xiang Hong was a little dazed, obviously he didn't understand the origin of the twelve trap beasts in front of him......

Zhao Zhenrui just silently watched the movements on the other side, and the pupils of Gong Yijun on the side contracted, "Jiazuo, Mercaptostomach, Xiongbo, Tengjian, Lanzhu, Birch, Qiangliang, Zuming, Commission, Wrong Decision, Qiqi, Tenggen." Some strange names stood out in his mouth, "It seems that he still underestimated the Mo family, and when he saw 'Qiqi', he thought that they were only imitating the four fierce beasts of ancient times." ”

"It seems that Mr. Gong Yi can't compare to the Mo family?" Zhao Zhenrui looked at Gong Yi Jun with a smile, the brown eyes under the bronze mask seemed to be laughing, but unfortunately the old man also happened to study some new things in the past half a year. "Boom!" The dust was flying, and twelve black shadows appeared in the smoke in front of the twelve gods.

On the city wall, Wen Yao's pupils contracted. "Ghost Tiger, Plague, Charm, Ominous, Blame, Dream, Death, Parasitism, Observation, Giant, Gu! Eleven Ghost Plague! Xiang Hong was still at a loss. In front of him, a mechanism that was even stranger than the twelve gods appeared in front of Xiang Hong, no, no! This is not a mechanism at all! Some of them are like a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron!

The centipede was in the middle of the eleventh ghost plague, leisurely shrinking its huge jaw. Gong Yi Jun was not by Zhao Zhenrui's side, a dark board on the head of the centipede moved, and Gong Jun, who was leaning around, stared at the young man on the city wall. "It looks like you have to earn a lot of money!" Wen Yao smiled.

"Wang!" Wen Yao sat leisurely. "Boom!" Everyone was shocked by the change in front of them, and Zhao Zhenrui touched his chin. The Eleventh Ghost Plague did not attack the Twelve Gods, but instead tore the 'Tyrannical Shadow Wolf' behind him to pieces. "Nest in the nest?" Xiang Hong watched quietly, and cheers sounded on the city wall.

Only Wen Yao showed a more solemn look. "Devour!" whispered the words with his mouth open.

"Are you scared, the Mo family giant?" Gong Yijun's cold voice sounded.

"Hehe!" Wen Yao sneered.

"Boom!" There was another loud bang! The cheers disappeared from the city wall, and Xiang Hong's heart also rose to his throat, and in an instant, twenty-four big guys scuffled together. "Click, click, roar!" The sound continued, and the wings on his back stretched out and flew into the air, his huge tail maintaining his balance.

"Bang!!" the centipede shrunk its body, "Bang! The wings were slightly off, and he narrowly avoided it, but Wen Yao shook his head, and his eyes turned black for a while. Xiang Hong clenched his fists, and the centipede in mid-air locked Qi with the ball formed by his body, and Wen Yao's life and death were unknown.

Wen Yao laughed, "Old guy, you still understand me, so you won't be afraid of others seeing what I really are." The old man's voice sounded in Gong Jun's ears, and in the darkness, he couldn't see Gong Jun's expression. "Boom!" like the explosion of fire, the centipede burst inch by inch. "Wang!" the barking of the dog sounded in the air, and Wen Yao's face turned pale.

"Win!" This time it was a real cheer! On the ground, the battle between the Twelve Gods and the Eleventh Ghost Plague was also a lose-lose, and all kinds of joints were scattered on the ground! Zhao Zhenrui shook his head. "No!" Wen Yao's eyes widened, his handprints changed rapidly, and the twelve gods on the ground disappeared.

Shock was written on the faces of every soldier of the Divine Kingdom, and a trace of black gas came out of the ruined eleven ghost plagues, and a cold aura emerged from the eleven ghost plagues. Wen Yao was like a kite with a broken string, Xiang Hong's expression changed, and he left the city wall. Catch Wen Yao in the air. Wen Yao's intermittent voice came from his ears.

"The strength is used up, it seems that I can only sleep, we lost, this is the real thing eleven ghost plague!" Throwing Wen Yao to Xiang Renmu behind him, Xiang Hong faced Zhao Zhenrui, who was leisurely doing on the chariot, and eleven black qi slowly moved towards Xiangnan City. "Retreat!" without hesitation, Xiang Hong said.

The army slowly and rhythmically advanced, and only Xiang Hong was left in the huge town. "What, do you want to be one-on-one?" Zhao Zhenrui laughed in the middle of the eleven black gases.

Xiang Hong smiled, "You're not afraid of an ambush like last time?"

Crimson eyes lit up, "You're a good opponent!

"I don't think so, but I think you'll go!" Xiang Hong still smiled lightly.

"Hehe! Interesting, but I know you're just stalling for time so that your men can get some more go!"

"Boom!" Suddenly, the eleventh black shadow exploded one after another! The ugly wail was endless! Zhao Zhenrui narrowed his eyes, "This is my opponent!"

The body disappeared on the city wall, and Xiang Hong gasped for breath......