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The three of them stood at the door of the mansion and watched the red clothes leave alone towards the night mist like fire.

Xu Yu suddenly spoke: "It seems that something is almost something." ”

What's worse? Xuanyuan Ce was almost about to ask.

I saw that the young man thought for a moment, and a sudden look appeared on his face, "It's a bell." ”

The red clothes, the golden bell, are not just talking about the golden bell hairpin of the young master of the Hehuan Sect.

"When we meet later, I'll have to ask my brother where his bell is."

Fu Yueshu didn't want to speak, but when she heard Xu Yu talking to herself, she couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother Ying let us stay here." ”

The puppet silk could control the evil ghost, so he didn't need others to lead the way, and Chu Yiyang left alone.

Saving people is naturally not an easy task, Xu Yu said "see you later", what idea do you want to fight?

Originally, I was turning around and wanted to go back to the house to see if the little girl had woken up, Xu Yu, standing on the steps, looking at her condescendingly, raising her eyebrows and saying, "The stage has been set up, there are not enough people, how can you sing?" ”

The security here is only a temporary security, and the scope of the mirage will expand indefinitely, and no one will stop it from the imperial capital.

He had been on the run for so long, and he had deeply experienced the malice of the manipulator behind it.

The mirage dragon is his, and the mirage will only swallow them all before dawn, and there will be no safe place in the imperial capital.

And only if you go in and abide by the rules of the game of the people behind the scenes, can you have a chance to get out.

……

With a flash of light, Chu Yiyang flew towards the location of the team towards Yao Chi with a clear goal.

The system chose the shortest and safest route, allowing him to avoid the mirage that would appear after the evil spirits in ambush inside, and he hurried without distractions.

Somewhere in the city, the fog fluctuated, and the figure of the cold night of the North Hall appeared in it.

He had chosen his direction to go towards the next glow, but suddenly a flash of light flew through his vision.

Like a shooting star, this dazzling glow flashed before his eyes and flew in a certain direction.

In an instant, there was a strong throbbing in Beitang's heart on a cold night.

- That's him.

These three words came to mind, and without hesitation, the white-clothed Sword Venerable gave up his original direction and chased in the direction where the glow had left.

When he broke through the fog and his figure emerged from the sword light, he happened to see the light he was chasing rushing into a mirage, and he didn't have time to see the people inside.

In this floating pale blue mirage, Yao Chi's chariot was wrapped in it like a small object in amber.

Although the Yao Chi disciples with different expressions and movements inside all had their eyes open, as if they were soberly looking at the white-clothed Sword Venerable outside, they were all already swept into the mirage dream, and they were all up and down in the fragments of this time and space.

The glow he had followed all the way was gone, and only a trace of light remained in the depths of the mirage.

When he was firm in what he wanted and pursued it, Beitang Hanye was always decisive, and he looked at the light in the depths of the mirage for a moment, and then stepped into it without hesitation.

In an instant, another image of time and space exploded in front of him.

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Chapter 64

The torrent of time turned into the wind, tearing at the colors of heaven and earth, whistling past his face.

Beitang stood in the wind on a cold night, and the white clothes without the slightest decoration flew behind him, and a little color centered on him, spreading towards the whole heaven and earth.

After the color, there is the sound.

It was a battlefield, with tattered banners and blackened scorched earth dotted everywhere, and shouts rang out from the other side of the plain, and thousands of troops charged from behind the horizon.

Seeing the word "Qi" on the Ling flag, and then looking at this color-dyed plain, Beitang suddenly remembered that he had been to this place by himself on a cold night.

Before half a Jiazi, he was still a Kunlun sword, and when the war was ignited in the land of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, he entered the world to experience it, and hid his identity as a national teacher.

At that time, the emperor who was still the king of Qi competed for the throne with the crown prince, and Beitang chose the camp of the king of Qi in the cold night-

It's the Legion that is now rushing in this direction.

The black-haired and white-clothed Sword Venerable stood in place, and the Qiankun Sword was already in his hand.

Back then, no mortal army could threaten him, let alone the illusion created by the mirage dragon that intercepted fragments from time.

The sound of breaking wind sounded, and an arrow swirled and shot from the opposite side, shooting at the man who was about to kill.

At this moment, the horses' hooves behind him galloped close, and a black black iron spear stretched out from behind, and with a clever block, the arrow flew out.

The horse neighed, and the man on the horse pulled the reins, and the horse raised its hooves and stopped before him.

The white-clothed Sword Venerable looked up at the man on the horse, and saw a familiar shadow in his backlit silhouette.

This man in black armor and a gluttonous helmet couldn't hide his stunning face, and raised his eyebrows at him: "National teacher? ”

Beitang was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth and called him: "His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

He knew very well that the person who spoke to him should be Banjiaziqian, the crown prince of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

But at this moment, he was pressed in the position of the crown prince, and it was the young master of the Hehuan Sect who was robbing his heart to reenact this history of brotherhood in the illusion.

- I didn't expect to chase the glow in, and the first acquaintance I saw here turned out to be him.

The army on the opposite side was still approaching, and the man on the horse stretched out his hand and pulled the man who was standing on the ground up.

The white-clothed sword venerable followed his strength and landed on his horse, and the war horse immediately galloped and rushed into the army of the King of Qi in an instant.

Beitang lowered his gaze in the cold night and looked at the black armor in front of him.

Since there are acquaintances mixed in this illusion, you can't kill them all directly.

I didn't know that the people on the entire battlefield were almost reduced to the ghosts of his sword, and with the Xuantie spear in his hand, he picked off countless enemy soldiers along the way, and asked in the charge: "Why is the national teacher here?" Why didn't you hide? ”

Beitang is used to seeing him dressed in red on a cold night, but now he is dressed as a military general, and because he has lost his memory because he has fallen into a fantasy, he has become a mortal without cultivation, and it seems that even his personality has changed, which is very unaccustomed.

However, the other party didn't seem to expect him to answer, but asked in an interesting tone, "Could it be that you have figured it out and understood that Lone is the destiny of heaven, and is the right person for you to assist?" ”

He drove the war horse, and there was a person behind him, but he easily killed a few people in and out of the army of King Qi, causing them to mess up, and then he laughed and used his true qi to spread his voice towards the battlefield, "The national teacher is here to help me!" ”

On the plain, the soldiers who were fighting with the army of King Qi heard the voice of the prince, and when they saw the prince's sweat and blood, they came back from the opponent's camp with the national teacher, and immediately let out thunderous cheers.

The morale of the army increased greatly, and they beat the people of King Qi back in one go, and Ming Jin withdrew his troops.

And their commander had already galloped all the way back to the barracks.

Beitang, who came after the person he was looking for, but did not feel the glow for the time being, rode back with him on a cold night and was greatly welcomed.

The two dismounted, and the two pro-soldiers took the iron spear thrown by the prince and came to lead the horse again.

The prince in black armor raised his hand and patted his mount, then turned around and made an inviting gesture: "National teacher, please." ”

The white-clothed and black-haired Jian Zun looked at this familiar and stunning face, but his expression was full of hearty and heroic spirit that was impossible in the past, and he had a strong sense of inversion in his heart, and he nodded slightly before following him towards the army.

The real crown prince's martial arts are mediocre, he is not good at marching and arranging, and in addition to the name of orthodoxy, he is not popular, so he fell behind when he fought against the king of Qi that year, and became the soul of the king of Qi.

But Chu Yiyang is different.

He has superb martial arts, as well as the ability to lead troops to fight, and is extremely brave when charging, and the army he leads is like a sharp knife that can break through any iron wall in the world.

He was very strict under the rule and the discipline in the army was excellent, and it can be seen that these soldiers surrendered to him from the bottom of their hearts along the way.

Beitang followed behind him in the cold night, thinking that in this illusion, no matter who was placed in the position of King Qi, it would not be easy to defeat him in this battle.

The two were originally walking towards the handsome tent, and Chu Yiyang told his soldiers how to receive the national teacher he picked up from the battlefield as he walked, but he heard a commotion from the front.

He stopped and looked in the direction the movement was coming from: "What's going on?" ”

The guard immediately said, "My subordinates are going to take a look." ”

Beitang stopped in the cold night, silent.

As a person who was not swallowed up by this illusion, he still retained all his memories and cultivation, and even if he stood here, he could easily explore everything in front of him.

Originally, the military camp was stationed on the plain, and there was a village nearby, so people would be sent to the village to buy it.

Two days ago, several soldiers who went to buy insulted the village girl, who committed suicide because of the humiliation, and now the old father of the family took the body of his daughter to the barracks.

The pro-soldiers who went to listen came back soon, and the future was clear, and Chu Yiyang, who took off his helmet, frowned more and more when he heard it.

Beitang watched coldly on a cold night, the original prince had a bad temperament, and at this time, most of them would choose to directly kill the person who asked the question. And the temperament of the golden bell son...... It's not good, and so are most of the choices he'll make.

“…… That's it. ”

After the report, the soldiers sweated a handful, and peeked at the national teacher standing aside, thinking that such an incident happened when the national teacher came, and I don't know how His Highness would be furious.

"In the past." However, after he had finished speaking, His Highness calmly spoke, "Let them bring all the people involved in this matter." ”

Seeing him finish speaking, Beitang looked at himself with those sparkling eyes and asked, "Do you want the national teacher together?" ”

The white-clothed Sword Venerable said unhurriedly: "Okay." ”

The prince personally interrogated, and several of the offenders were quickly escorted.

The old man who had lost his only daughter looked at them, and saw that although these people were being escorted to kneel, there was no remorse on their faces, and they trembled with anger.

With the notification of "the marshal has arrived-", Chu Yiyang and Beitang came here on a cold night.

Seeing that the prince was in person, all the people present knelt down and saluted, Chu Yiyang looked at the corpse covered with white cloth on the ground, and then looked at the few people kneeling in a row.

When the old man who lost his beloved daughter saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wearing black armor and the bloody aura on his body, he originally wanted to redress his grievances, but he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Seeing His Royal Highness the Prince's combat boots coming in front of him, the few gentlemen who lowered their heads were a little drumming in their hearts, but after thinking about it again, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince now needs the support of their father and brother, they just played a folk girl to death, what is this?

In the silence, everyone only heard a "poof", and the blade was unsheathed.

Chu Yiyang's movements were extremely fast, the cold light flashed, and the knives in his hands fell, and the heads of these gentlemen fell to the ground, rolling forward with blood.