"Father, father!" Nie Xing was in the center of the whirlpool, he couldn't see the outside world clearly, he folded his hands together, and quickly said silently in his heart: "God, please give your people the power of the wind!" Then a white gas shaped like a sword appeared in his hand, Nie Xing held this sword qi and swung it hard at the vortex that enveloped him, but it failed to pierce the storm that his father created out of Zào.

The sword qi in Nie Xing's hand was defeated and retreated, like a physical sword, shattering and disappearing piece by piece in the constant confrontation with the storm, Nie Xing didn't want to give up, and still relied on obsession to maintain the shape of the sword qi, but it was too late.

The storm closed above his head, forming an upright fusiform vortex, and Nie Yuanhang vomited a mouthful of blood, trembled his hands, and made a motion of pushing outward.

The whirlpool of wind that wrapped Nie Xing broke through the roof of the Chinese military tent and flew straight in the direction of the imperial city.

After Yi Wurong received the order from the Divine Palace, he let out a long sigh.

He is the priest of the Green Dragon Palace, it is said that the Elven Forest is just north of the South Island, in case the South Island is really occupied, the next one who is in danger is his motherland, and now, he has no time to worry about this.

The shrine's order to meet was issued at this sensitive moment, which meant that the girl, who had only woken up for a short time, was about to become the lord of the city.

It's too much for her to take on the responsibility of saving the common people...... It's a little early!

The child was only nineteen years old, and had been asleep for so many years. The last time he was on duty as a priest of the shrine, she was still lying in the specially designed dormitory for her, her eyes closed, and she seemed to be in pain.

Yi Wurong knew why.

The city lord of the previous generation wanted to take advantage of the blood discord between the demon clan and the servant of the gods to wake up his daughter, who had been sleeping since birth. But unfortunately, he did not succeed. As for Leng Xin's perennial unawakening, Yi Wurong can guess the approximate reason, but he can't say.

Now that Leng Xin has woken up, it means that the reason that prevented her from waking up is gone.

I don't know if it's good or bad!

He changed into a priest's robe embroidered with a cyan dragon pattern, and slowly walked towards the door of the main hall of the Green Dragon Palace, and the guards guarding the door saw that he was coming out, and they all bowed their heads respectfully and saluted.

"I'll go on my own, you don't have to follow. Yi Wurong stood on the top of the steps, looking from afar, the shrine stood in the center of the entire imperial city, the white palace, like a jewel, refracted in the sunlight to reflect the colorful light.

Is it because she woke up?

Yi Wurong thought like this, and as soon as his hand fell, a seed fell on the steps of the brick surface, and it began to take root and sprout on the ground without soil, and a light green vine grew.

The vine reached at the foot of Yi Wurong, lifted him up, and then broke off its original rhizome and began to grow continuously in the direction of the Divine Palace. Before the vines in the back withered, the new branches in front would take Yi Wurong over, as if they had grown at his request!

After Yi Wurong walked on the vine like this and gradually left the Green Dragon Palace, the doorman couldn't help but glance at the ground outside.

He had just sown the seeds, and the tiles on which the plants had grown were still as clean as new.

This is the power that the Mu clan can control, a qiē grass and trees, life and death, withering and glory, all under its command, without exception.