The three thousand black-clothed dead men stopped, and from the group of black-clothed dead soldiers, an old man slowly walked out, he was full of silver hair, his body was bent, every step was a meal, and it seemed that even walking seemed to be extremely difficult.

The corners of his eyes were wrinkled, his curtains drooped, and his eyes narrowed gently as if he could never wake up.

As he made his way there, the wind blew suddenly.

A man in his last years, for some reason, he was terrified.

Xu Yun couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but he still resolutely stood in front of this person: "Master Taifu, why are you here?"

Sikong Quan put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile: "General Xu, why are you here?"

"Knowingly ask!" Xu Yun's long sword swept away, and a qi blade whistled out with a strong wind, exploding on the stone slab under Sikong Quan's feet, marking a long crack.

Sikong Quan's squinted eyes opened slightly.

"Take this line as the boundary, those who dare to trespass, die!" Xu Yun snorted coldly, forced to calm down, but he seemed a little lacking in confidence, and the cold sweat oozing from his forehead and his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.

Sikong Quan looked up at Xu Yun slightly, his eyes showing a fierce light: "Loyal minister?"

Xu Yun was stunned, not knowing what he meant.

Then Sikong Quan shook his head again and sighed: "Loyalty is a good thing, but you are stupid like this." The old man is old, and he feels a little sore in his legs and feet after a little activity, so he won't bother to do anything with you......"

"What did Taifu say, and when did Taifu personally take action for such a trivial matter? We still have to rush to our father's side as soon as possible to get rid of the thief!" Sikong Quan's voice did not fall, and a person walked from among the black-clothed dead soldiers, holding a folding fan in his hand, fanning the wind leisurely, his face was full of lightness.

"Second Highness, what are you doing!" Xu Yun glared angrily, but still didn't give an inch.

Xu Yun was full of bitterness, he also recognized this person, it was the second prince Wei Shengguang. Sure enough, things went for the worst, just as he thought.

I thought that there were only two forces in this palace, they always thought that the other party was a cicada, and they were the praying mantis that caught cicadas, but they didn't know that behind it, there was a yellow finch.

"Hey, what General Xu said is not right. Wei Shengguang put away the folding fan, shook his head again and again, and pretended to lament: "His Royal Highness has any intentions, it's just that when he saw the turmoil in the palace tonight, he and Master Taifu came to eliminate thieves for his father." It's just that this filial piety and loyalty can't be compassionate by the general, but it is also questioned, which is really chilling!"

Xu Yun rebuked unceremoniously: "Removing the thief or helping the thief, the two of them have their own numbers in their hearts, or ......"

"You're thieves!"

Wei Shengguang's face changed slightly, a touch of anger emerged, and when he was about to attack, he was stopped by Sikong Quan on the side: "Your Highness doesn't need to talk nonsense with him, it's important for us to do business." ”

Wei Shengguang hurriedly changed into a flattering look, nodded and said, "What Master Taifu said is true!"

Xu Yun stood with his sword horizontally, his momentum rising, his meaning was obvious, if he wanted to pass, he would step over his corpse.

Sikong Quan glanced at the person next to him, and then lowered his head again.

The three thousand dead men let out a howl, and the earth shook with it, and then there was darkness, covering the sky and the moon.

The sturdy body of the leader jumped high, holding a pitch-black giant hammer in both hands, and attacked Xu Yuntian's spiritual cover directly, like a sweep, overwhelming mountains and seas.

"Report your name!"

Xu Yun stared, lowered his figure slightly, and was ready to go.

And the man in the air, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fierceness, like a wolf.

But he's not a wolf, he's just been with a wolf for a long time.

"King Great Wei Deming, Stone City!"

Xu Yun sighed and turned his head, he only blocked one person.

To the north of the imperial city, the forbidden place Ziwei Palace.

This is a dark hall, the head of the hall set up an altar, on the platform is placed a three-legged tripod, the surface of the tripod is engraved with strange runes, at this moment those runes are flashing yellow light, suspended in the air.

There was a flame burning at the mouth of the ding, this flame was illusory and dim, looming, if there was nothing, but the sound of the sea of fire churning and roaring could be clearly heard, it was like a man's roar, like a soul venting the grievances of being imprisoned for a thousand years.

At this moment, the sun and Taiyin were wearing the robes of the Heavenly Master, looking at the giant tripod in a daze, their eyes full of confusion, emptiness and turbidity.

Then Taiyin's body was shocked, he came back to his senses, looked back at the palace door with a complicated expression, and said abruptly: "There seems to be an accident in the palace." ”

The sun said expressionlessly: "You mean that something happened to that kid Wei Shengzhao?"

Taiyin nodded and hesitated, "Shall we make a move?"

Sun frowned, and looked at Taiyin with a strange expression: "Let's make a move?"

Taiyin opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

"That kid is useless to us!" Sun Yan smiled, his face full of banter: "Let's just watch the play, the old man just wants to see how interesting the battle between these mortals can be?"

Taiyin nodded, noncommittal, but when the sun didn't pay attention, he sighed regretfully.

Then he returned to his normal state, and there was no more pity in his eyes.

Speechless looking at the sky.

The sky is cold to the world.

Fudo Ming Wang struck that pose again.

Raise your head, raise your arms high, spread your five fingers, and face the sky, stretching, stretching......

I want to grasp something, but I can't touch anything;

I want to cover something, but my hands are not long enough, my feet are not high enough, or the temple is too short.

So, King Fudo made a prayer to the heavens, and he asked again.

"God, will you bless me?"

Heaven gave him a response.

In the night sky, the stars are flourishing, and in this moment, the orange light is full of light, illuminating the entire Tai'an and shining on the entire land of Sizhou.

The ceiling of the health hall had already broken through countless large holes, and when he looked up, he could only see black mist surrounding him.

Now the black fog has dissipated, but there is no moonlight, and only the light of the greedy wolf star comes into view.

It seems to be laughing, roaring, and catharsis, announcing to the world that Greedy Wolf is coming to earth again.

This orange light broke through the clouds, dispersed the sea of stars, and obscured the moonlight, and this light shone down and shone on the body of the immovable king, as if pouring the power of the gods into him.

In another instant, the vision suddenly dissipated.

Everything is as if nothing has happened, the hall is still dilapidated, there are still strange black flames burning around, and the immovable king is still holding the shadowless sword in his hand, only the momentum on his body at this moment, like the waves of the river and the sea, wanton the ocean.

Mo Jun had long been alert to this, he knew that King Fudo Ming was a greedy wolf, one of the only fourteen people in the world who were favored by the gods, they were born with a unique realm, they were born to be superior to others on the way to cultivation, they were not born mortals.

In the Star Realm, the King of Fudo Ming is serious.

Wei Shengzhao seemed to tremble, he had seen this light twice, once when the greedy wolf star awakened that night, and once when the heavenly machine star fell. Now, it's the third time, but I don't know what will happen again.

Mo Jun stared, and his expression finally became serious.

Secretly estimating the strength of the two sides, Mo Jun said that even if the King of Immovable Ming used the power of the stars, he was still not afraid, and he was confident that he would cut it under the sword.

It's just that he was worried about one thing, what did the Fudo Ming King mean by "the time has come"? Could it be that the Tianxin Sect and the Yuwen Clan ...... Really not all the way?

If the Yuwen Clan was just being used, who was standing behind the Heavenly Heart Sect?

Mo Jun thought about it secretly, and suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, in this court, in this court...... There is only one person who can have this ability, who can argue with the Yuwen clan, the Yang clan, and even the King of Qi with him, and after tonight, there is only one person left who has the prestige ability to influence the thoughts of the rest of the ministers!

Of the three princes, there is only one left.

Taifu Sikong Quan, the second prince is micro-shengguang!

If you say, if you say ......

Mo Jun's pupils suddenly dilated, and a thought that made him feel suffocated appeared in vain, and a chill swept over him, enveloping him in it and trembling.

If tonight's script is that his eldest prince and his party colluded with Tianxin Sect to assassinate the emperor and seize the throne, and fought hard with the three princes and his party who came to protect His Majesty, and as a result, the people of both factions were killed one by one, and only the second prince, who came belatedly to save him, survived, then ......

Everything falls into place!

After tonight, the world will only hate the unfilial piety of the great prince and the disloyalty of the general, and mourn the dedication of the third prince and the righteousness of the Yuwen clan, but everything has disappeared, and when he dies, there is nothing left.

It was like a simple question with different answers;

One war, different ways of playing;

One life as a human being, with different endings;

One chance, win or lose!

Who is the real king and who is the real Kou, no one knows, no one cares. History is written by the victors, and the praise and memory will only be left to the victors of tonight.

Mo Jun stared blankly at the King of Fudong, looking at the black figure in front of him, in a trance, he returned to his dream, and returned to the dungeon of that day. It was his nightmare, which no longer haunted him all the time, eroded him all the time, devoured him all the time, and threatened him all the time.

Like a rainy night, the street is lonely.

A black shadow, fierce light, three-foot green peak.

A sword light, blood drops, flowers bloom and fall.

One turned around, spoke coldly, and left no trace.

Sure enough, Liu Wanli died, Liu Qianzhong died, and Taiji all died, but Tianxin Sect did not die, the people behind them were still there, and Tianxin was still there.

It turns out that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky.

His name is Mo Jun, and his name is ......

Fudo Myoking.