"King, this time the enemy is not just the Lord of the Yellow Sands."

Outside the palace, the man holding a long thorn half-knelt under the stone steps, and his tone was calm and solemn: "The lord of the yellow sand has a help, and his name is Drought Fish. Aoi consulted the Mystical Records and discovered that this man was the Lord of Zombies, the Ghoul King of Doom. ”

"I know."

The king's reassuring voice came from the hall.

"The Lord of the Yellow Sand is close to collapse, if this time it still can't cross Loulan and erode the Central Plains, he will completely disintegrate. This time, he'll give it his all, including this Lady Rainbow. ”

"High Priest, he has not returned."

The man said this with some hesitation.

"She's not coming back."

The man's words stunned the man, and he was about to get angry, as if he had thought of something again, his pupils constricted, and an indescribable emotion spread.

"Could it be that today... Is it the day of prophecy? ”

The man's voice trembled a little.

"Two evils go hand in hand, and the sacrifice is unknown."

The king sighed lightly and said calmly:

"The day Jiang Ziya left is today."

The man's eyes were full of fear, fear that went deep into the marrow. As the heir of the king's servant, he naturally knows the second half of this sentence.

The two evils go together, and the sacrifice is unknown.

The yellow sand falls into the stars, and Loulan will fall.

The day of Loulan's demise is today.

Soon, fear turned to relief.

"Destiny is hard to disobey."

With a bitter smile, the man felt the taste of rust in his mouth: "Wang, what else can we do?" ”

"Pour out the power of Loulan, kill the Lord of the Yellow Sand, and weaken the Drought Fish."

Sighing lightly, he looked at the zombie king who was madly slaughtering Loulan's soldiers in the yellow sand, and the king who was trapped in the gravel gave a royal order.

"Even if the High Priest is in the city, we will not be able to stop the attack of the two evils. Let her leave is not only to comply with the destiny of heaven, but also to fight for the last afterglow for Loulan. ”

"She'll be back."

Looking at the palace, the man said in a deep voice: "Minglan is my daughter, and I know her better than anyone else." Loulan is in crisis, and it is impossible for her to turn a blind eye. ”

"She can't get in."

Wang continued: "The yellow sand will stop her steps, and even if she returns, she will be trapped in the outside world by the yellow sand. When we kill the Lord of the Yellow Sand and weaken the Drought Fish, Ming Lan can return to Loulan and seal the Drought Fish. ”

"You..."

The man was stunned, and he realized that the king was both obedient to and defiant of the mandate of heaven. According to the immortal who called himself Jiang Ziya, after the collapse of Loulan, the lord of the yellow sand was destined to fall, but the drought will become a god because of this war, causing disaster in all directions.

However, the king made a final resistance.

"I know, it's not fair to her."

There was a bitterness in his voice, which didn't seem like the mood of a king. The woman sitting on the throne is the king who has the world in mind, the evil one who pulls the stars, and the last Loulan king in the prophecy.

However, at this moment, she is just a woman who grieves for the bitter fate of a good child, nothing more.

"Minglan will understand you."

Looking at the brilliant jewel on the palace, the man's eyes were covered with peace and relief.

"I'd rather she resented me."

Manipulating a star phantom to smash into the huge body of the Lord of the Yellow Sands, sensing the monsters that were climbing towards the city wall, the king sighed: "Living alone, not being understood and hated by the world, I don't know how many years it will take to usher in liberation. ”

"So, I don't want to face her. I knew she would agree, and would willingly accept this duty, but I was not reconciled, and I wanted her to reject me, but..."

"Destiny cannot be violated."

Loulan has been obscured by the stars and yellow sand.

"This is..."

The three of them stared at the loneliness covered by the falling stars and the whistling yellow sand, and their eyes were full of shock.

"King."

A little trembling said this character, and Minglan clenched the reins as if they were trembling in the wind. She stared at the bright stars, her voice filled with fear and reverence.

"When the stars fall, all things are born."

Stretching out her hand, as if she wanted to catch a ray of starlight passing by her, Minglan reflected a bright halo in her beautiful pale blue eyes.

Zhuge Qing on the side was shocked by this vast and empty scenery at this time, as the descendant of Wuhou, she naturally knew what kind of supreme existence the power that could pull the stars.

In the Wuhou inheritance, there is the forbidden technique of seven-star life extension. If you want to launch this technique, you need to gather the qi of the first dew of the seven seas, the dust of the hundred mountains, and the thirteen dragon veins, so that you can use the seven star lanterns as a guide to plunder the destiny of heaven.

Back then, Wu Hou performed this technique, not to extend his life span by three points, what he wanted to do was to continue the qi of Shu Han. It's a pity that even after exhausting the wisdom of a lifetime, Wuhou's seven-star continuation of life was finally interrupted by a breeze brought by Wei Yan.

But is that Wei Yanzhi's fault?

Not.

"The power of seizing the stars is intolerable by heaven and earth."

Zhuge Qing seemed to say this sentence in a whisper. Whether it is Wuhou seizing the seven Dingtian Stars to continue the Qi of Shu Han, or the great power of summoning the nameless stars in front of him to block the yellow sand, it is an intolerable existence for the Mandate of Heaven.

The Mandate of Heaven allows people to follow the trend, or even go against the trend, but it does not allow people to seize the power of heaven and use it for their own use.

"I'm going back!"

Minglan said this.

"The wind and sand are full of miasma and filth, and the stars can't determine your location."

Zhou Li looked at Minglan and frowned, and dissuaded: "Stay, let's take a look again." ”

"I am the high priest of Loulan."

Shaking her head, Minglan 's voice was calm, but also firm, "The king can attract the stars, and I can also perform sacrifices and blessings for her." Only I can protect the king in the royal palace, which is the inheritance of the high priest. ”

"But..."

Zhou Li didn't know how to dissuade him for a while, the erosion of these winds and sand on the human body was very strong, and even Zhuge Qing was not sure to stop these winds and sands.

"I love you and I love my hometown."

Reaching out his hand, he gently lifted Zhou Li's jaw, so that his face was reflected in his eyes. With a faint smile, Minglan said softly: "So, I will guard Loulan with Wang and guard our future home." ”

"Whew."

Minglan 's words made Zhou Wei's head tremble, he smiled a little bitterly, and said, "Don't go alone, I'll be with you." ”

"After an hour, the wind and sand will subside."

Shaking his head, Minglan chuckled and said, "I'm a desert person, and I've been fighting with the Lord of the Yellow Sand for several years, so walking through the wind and sand is my forte. Therefore, I will return to Loulan now and fight with the king against the Lord of the Yellow Sands. ”

"I'm strong."

Zhuge Qing on the side opened his mouth, and his words had a confidence and firmness that could not be questioned: "I'll go with you." ”

"Loulan welcomes every friend's visit, but it doesn't mean that it will make friends sad."

Minglan looked at Zhuge Qing, she seemed to see something, shook her head, and said with a light smile: "Daoist Zhuge Dao, this piece of yellow sand is not a poisonous miasma, but a misfortune. ”

"You are unwilling, you can't finish this road."

Zhuge Qing was stunned, she looked at the eyes that seemed to reflect the purity of the heart, and a sentence couldn't help but appear in her mind.

People with pure minds are more able to see the hesitation and helplessness in the hearts of others.

"I..."

Without waiting for Zhou to leave his mouth, Minglan stretched out her finger and lightly touched the corner of his lips, stopping his next words.

Minglan turned over and got off the camel and handed the reins to Zhou Li. Her blue eyes, as clear as the lake, were full of firmness and friendship, and she gently hugged Zhou Li, as if humming a ballad, and her voice was like a clear spring:

"I'm going to find a belonging, my lover, and leave the sands with my expectations."

As if greedy for the smell on Zhou Li's body, Minglan put her forehead against Zhou Li's shoulder and sniffed it gently. Then she let go of her embrace, her bright smile was bright and delicate, she took a step back and looked at Zhuge Qing with a pleading expression.

"Protect my love, friend."

Warm, simple, pure, this is the beauty of the desert revealed by the Loulan woman. She is not stingy with her love, but she is stingy with her lover's life. With her right hand, she gently hammered her heart, and Minglan saluted Zhuge Qing, then she turned around and let the yellow sand engulf her figure.

"You like her, don't you?"

Looking at the shadow that disappeared into the yellow sand, Zhuge Qing breathed a long sigh of relief and whispered to Zhou Li, who was stunned on the side.

Zhou Li didn't answer, he shook his head and nodded again.

"yes, it's just a painting."

As if he understood what Zhou Li meant, a trace of sadness flashed in Zhuge Qing's eyes, but more importantly, it was a condensation that could not be released.

"Such a beautiful and passionate girl, but only a stroke of ink in the painting. You are afraid to respond to her love because you are afraid that sooner or later she will dissipate into your life. You don't dare to refuse her because you want her to have hope before it dissipates. ”

Zhuge Qing smiled, her smile was very bright, but in the starlight and yellow sand, her smile was a little more bitter.

"No..."

Zhou Li spoke slowly, he laughed, and sighed faintly: "I can't refuse her." ”

"She's just too big."

This sentence directly destroys the atmosphere vividly.

"Zhou Gongzi, you..."

Zhuge Qing was a little crying and laughing, she didn't expect that in this atmosphere, Zhou Li could still say this sentence like a treasure. As soon as she wanted to say something, she saw Zhou Li stretch out his hand, and the three warm and clear jade gourds slowly floated beside him.

"So, I'm going to learn about your prime minister."

Zhou Li looked at Zhuge Qing, he could see the unwillingness that had been hidden in Zhuge Qing's eyes, as well as the looming greed and pain in her heart. He knew that under the appearance of the immortals, Zhuge Qing was just a nineteen-year-old girl.

Zhuge Qing will also be greedy for her parents' love, even if it is just an illusion, she can't make up her mind to break it. So, on the last page of the scroll, she hesitated. What she is afraid of is not that everything will be false when she wakes up, what Zhuge Qing is afraid of is that she will be controlled by emotions and will make unforgivable mistakes.

Zhuge Qing's inner demon is actually the Zhuge Qing who wants to use immortal cultivation to eliminate his seven emotions and six desires, so that he can accept everything in the destiny of heaven logically and no longer resist.

Just like Wuzhang Yuan is not Wuhou's demon, for Wuhou, the moment he deduced the destiny of "Shu Han will die", his demon was already far away from him. Because at that moment, he got his own destiny.

"Knowing that you can't do it, it's not a wise person."

"It's Yingjie."

Zhou Li stretched out his hand and gently patted Zhuge Qing's shoulder in a daze. Looking at the overwhelmed other party, he smiled and said, "Let's go, the hero of the Zhuge family." ”

"Your father asked me to tell you that the people of the Wuhou family never fell into ruin because of the word fate."

"Your mother said, Her daughter, be proud."

Zhuge Qing looked at Zhou Li in a daze, his ruddy lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something. But after a brief silence, she smiled, from the bottom of her heart.

Like a holy lotus blooming in the bustling streets, the noise will not bring dust to her, but will only make the otherworldly beauty more vivid. The crazy howling yellow sand and strong wind made Zhuge Qing's smile brighter and pure, like a clear spring in the desert, which made people happy.

"Eight Views of Qimen, Xunzi Jue."

Exchanging gossip for wonders is not the magic of Longhu Mountain.

"Circumferential Wind"

The gentle and violent wind gently surrounded Zhou Li and the others, and the wind and sand that had gradually invaded were also blocked by this wind ring. Zhuge Qing closed his eyes, tapped his toes, and the gossip circle flowed for thousands of miles like ink marks, enveloping the desert.

"Eight Scenes of Qimen, Eight Formations."

When he opened his eyes again, Zhuge Qing's eyes were occupied by strange gossip. She looked at Zhou Li, and the smile on her face became more confident and bright.

"They didn't want me to be implicated, so they took away my Wuhou inheritance."

Turning around, looking at Minglan who was barely moving forward in the wind and sand, Zhuge Qing took Zhou Li and fell down in the wind. Looking at the surprised Minglan , she held the hands of the two, closed her eyes, and whispered to herself as if she were talking.

"But the moment I left home, I saw Wuhou."

He was standing at the intersection of Wuzhangyuan, with the old locust tree behind him. I asked him if the mandate of heaven was inviolable, and he didn't answer me, just smiled and handed over the inheritance to me. ”

"Now I understand. He didn't ask me to accept the inheritance of Wuhou and accept the mandate of heaven. ”

Staring at the world of stars and sand, Zhuge Qing's confusion and doubts that were originally hidden in his heart were swept away. In its place, there was a silent calm.

Just like the moment when Wuhou calculated that Shu Han's fate was over, it was clear that the road ahead was destined to be an abyss, but he still looked at Emperor Zhaolie who was working at the desk calmly, and smiled calmly as before.

The yellow sand swallows people's hearts, and the storm brings haze in their hearts.

But if the mind is clear, the wind and sand are just passing by.

Holding Zhou Li and Minglan tightly, the gossip method under Zhuge Qing's feet quickly changed.

"Shake the word."

"Stinging Thunder."

Everything is shocked, and the earthquake is thunder, so it is called stunning.

Thunder, all things are alive, and evil retreats.

The yellow sand, full of malice and ghostliness, was engulfed by the roaring thunder and turned into one illusory dust after another. In the roaring thunder, the three figures were like spring buds, slowly moving forward in the barren desert.

The crazy drought, the lord of the yellow sand who fell into despair, and the Loulan people who fought hard, overlapped and were reflected by the thunder.

"What Wuhou asked me to do was to become the Mandate of Heaven."

(End of chapter)