Yue'er let out a hoarse choked sound from the depths of her throat.

Her outstretched palm quickly covered her mouth, desperately preventing herself from making a sound.

But the tears burst and flowed wildly.

She didn't know how to respond to her words, so she had to hold on to the door and slowly sit on the ground, feeling the grief and pain.

Ling Tiansu also slowly squatted down with her, gently placing his palm on her head, without saying a word.

Yue'er finally trembled, stretched out a hand, and held the cold Fanghua Sword tightly in her hand.

She didn't ask much why the sword was in Ling Tiansu's hands, nor did she ask more about how Shuangrong died.

She's just ...... Slowly, he held the sword in his arms.

The sky was bright, Luo Qingyi breathed all night, and his complexion gradually improved.

Pushing the door out, when she took the stack of rice paper that Murong Heng personally sent over, she took it in a daze, and suddenly understood why he would leave early tomorrow morning last night.

The small manor to welcome the new day, except that the heavy snow has stopped, everything has not changed in the slightest, as if it has returned to the original peaceful and inconvenient life.

Groups of swarthy Kunlun slaves got up early one after another, tidied up the messy field after the battle, shoveled snow and filled the ground.

Even when they saw Chu Xuan, the culprit who caused all this, they still looked the same, without sorrow, joy or hatred.

The Kunlun slaves are not easily hated in their hearts, and even have sympathy and understanding for what she has done.

Everything was spent in peace, in the small courtyard behind the side hall, the blind scholar was still reading in the morning as always, and this ordinary green bamboo was quietly placed on the side of the desk, and there were Kunlun slaves outside the courtyard to fetch water for him.

After Murong Heng finished instructing Chu Xuan to complete the work, he went up to the second floor alone to the house that no one dared to enter on weekdays, and held up the emperor jade to see the dragon soul breathing into words.

Lines of small characters stand in the air, which is the most precious internal strength mantra of the deceased Chu royal family.

On this day, she officially embarked on her spiritual journey as a princess......

............

The most prosperous street in Yong'an City, named Dongque Street, the most prosperous street, is the first Qinglou Listening Yuxuan in the Great Jin Dynasty.

Like an undefeated blooming flower, it is full of guests day and night, and it is very lively.

Today's Tingyuxuan is closed and refuses to welcome outsiders.

Because in the listening to the rain, there is a secret door, and today is the day when the secret door changes hands.

All the women and girls at the outer door had a day off, but the secret door that was still extinguished was quietly opened......

............

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are daylight, and the wind blows geese and snow.

The yellow sand in the north of the desert is endless, and above the sky, a round sunset clings to the horizon of the desert, and there is no green plant in the vast yellow world.

Everything here is silent, as if you are asleep.

Only to see the sturdy eagle hovering in the sky occasionally, it chirped, and then flew farther away.

The desert yellow sand, boundless, this desert is called the desert, which is a line of death division between Wuyue and the north leaving the border.

The desert is a dead land, and it is rumored that the origin of this dead land is that tens of thousands of years ago, the only remaining blood Shura in the world fell and turned into a Shura battlefield.

You can't imagine that under this lonely yellow sand, there are countless bones and jingori arrows buried.

The Shura battlefield is now, and the five Tongyuan powerhouses in the world worked together to turn this Shura battlefield full of endless killing and blood into a desert.

Although many years have passed, the blood Shura and the Shura creatures here are long gone, but the residual power of the aura is still there, and this desert, even the powerful Anru Realm, cannot easily fly across it.

This is the place of unknown death, when the north left the rise, the Yue country was weak, although Wu Ying was born later.

However, Wu Yue has been able to survive tenaciously under the suppression of the neighboring country of gluttony, and this desert of death can be said to have played an extremely vital role in protecting the border of the country of Nayue.

Even though the Liguo army is as strong as a mountain, if it wants to cross this vast death desert, it will definitely suffer extremely heavy losses, and even if the Beili army can successfully resist the city of Wuyue, it will be a loss and exhaustion.

Even though Wu Yue's national strength does not have to be strong and strong, in the face of such a group of troops with heavy casualties, he naturally has enough ways to deal with it.

But just a few months ago, on the day the ancient gate was opened, the Beili army was like jackals, tigers and leopards, and forced to cross the Death Desert regardless of casualties.

At that time, Wu Yue was crippled and unused, the city was lost one after another, and the people of Yue were slaughtered.

Both sides and the two countries can suffer heavy casualties, and at this moment, the Beili army wants to branch the army to attack the Southern Jin Dynasty, the great enemy of the world, no matter how you look at it, there will be no extra troops assigned to continue to attack Wu Yue.

But at this moment, in the vast desert, the number of eagles hovering in the sky gradually increased, and they all circled and flew in one direction.

Suddenly...... A sand dune with a slight arch was suddenly shaken down, and thin yellow sand fell.

In the vast world of yellow sand, there was suddenly a bright silver white meaning, and in that silver and white color gradually invaded the yellow sand world, more sand dunes were shaken down and flattened.

The yellow horizon was soon broken by the neat army of silver-white armor.

Like in a world of scorching hot yellow sand, they were all dressed in silver-white armor, and behind the armor were a pair of metal silver wings that were folded.

Under the scorching sun, this icy chill is emanated.

The same is true of the war horses under them, dressed in silver armor, and the sound of neat horses' hooves breaking through has caused countless sand dunes to be flattened and shaken down.

All the faces were covered tightly under the silver masks, and it was impossible to see the faces.

But the desert here, which is famous for its death, and its scorching heat and Shura's anger, seem to make them and the war horses under them completely unaffected by it.

Only the slightest hint of scarlet that could only be seen by cultivators slowly spread out from the depths of the yellow sand.

Then, like a demon, it slowly wrapped itself around the silver-white armor.

There have been many soldiers from the north or people who are not very lost in this desert, all of whom died under the interference and influence of the aura of the asura, igniting the deepest anger and killing in their hearts, and finally lost their minds, went crazy, and killed their companions to the last person.

In the end, the person who survived was also seriously injured and tired, and it was difficult to get out of the vast desert.

But this time, when the unseen and untouchable scarlet mist touched the silver armor.

Silver threads appeared on the surface of the armor, and then slowly swam, slowly absorbing the blood-red mist, and finally continued to walk without any effect.

And this army has been driving in the desert for more than a day, and under the guidance of well-trained eagles in the sky, they are moving forward with great purpose.

And it was in that short period of five years, none of them had passed through most of the area of this desert of death.

In two days' time, they would be able to see the oases and villages, and then the sabers on their horses would be unsheathed and bloodied.

And this batch of troops is a new star in the Beili army, called the Silver Wing Army!

Their name has not even resounded on this Kyushu continent.

But when they cross this desert of death that no one crosses, they can be famous all over the world and awe-inspiring with their silver armor emblems.

But for this group of troops, their purpose is not to make the name of the Silver Wing famous all over the world.

The horse's hooves fell silently in the sand, and the only thing that dispelled the silence was the heavy snort of the warhorse.

At this moment, on the other side of the desert, from the direction of Wu Yue, a thin black-clothed figure slowly drove on the desert.

The black-clothed man was followed by a blue-clothed man.

He didn't have the rune silver armor of the Silver Wing Army, just a simple black coat that could seep out from the depths of the desert, and when the blood-strewn mist that was enough to make people mad and crazy, it silently melted into his black clothes.

Other than that, there is no other abnormality, as if it is not affected by it in the slightest.

The Silver Wing Army, which had been advancing fearlessly, finally tightened the reins and stopped the horses beneath them.

The Silver Wing Legion has a full 10,000 horses, and the leader of the man, the armor on his body and the war horse under him, and the soldiers behind him are no different, if there is no difference, it is the helmet of the leader with a white cherry tree fluttering in the wind.