Yuan Zhongzhong looked at the West Demon quietly.

The invisible aura that helped him defeat Yan Xiaoqi's two arrows in his sleeve slowly rose at this moment, twisting in his sleeve, like a snake entangled.

Under the mound of the white-robed prince, all the things in the military camp of the ethereal slope are buried during the prince's lifetime.

Li Qing's favorite study four treasures.

Over the years, the sixteen characters of the title of the sixteen-character camp have been repeated thousands of times.

"Knowing that it is helpless and resting with it is not the best of virtue. ”

These sixteen words were what Cao Zhixuan said to Li Qing back then.

The original sentence is missing a non-word.

If a person encounters all kinds of misfortunes and countless difficulties in his life, these are all fate.

Willing to accept it is the highest state of the avenue.

A non-word can be added.

I was unwilling.

This prince died in Fengting City, leaving a series of foreshadowings.

And the biggest foreshadowing is hidden in the mound of clothes.

Yuan Zhongzhong lowered his eyebrows, and the half of the scriptures that the Cao family men wanted to get no matter what, were hidden in his sleeves at this moment.

Yuan Sizhi didn't know how the West Demon knew.

This is a big killer for Xiguan's turnaround.

No one knows where that half of the Fucanglu is in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But everyone logically thinks that the half of the floating record is in Cao Zhixuan's hands.

But it's a pity...... Not really.

Cao Zhixuan has been very well disguised and hidden over the years, including the Qijiang Agreement, and his attitude of wanting to merge the North and South Fucanglu against the Western Regions made everyone take it for granted that half of the Fucanglu was in the Luoyang Palace, and it was in his hands.

Hide from the world.

In that negotiation, even Qi Shu didn't see the clues.

The man of the Cao family had no intention of telling Chen Wanjuan the truth from the beginning, except for Xiguan Yuan Zhongzhong, Luoyang Purple Robe, and the owner of Fengxian Palace, no one in this world knew the truth that Fucanglu was not in his hands.

Yuan Zhongzhong has been hiding this news.

The game between Xiguan and the Northern Wei Dynasty is not just a division and wrestling.

And that half of the Floating Record.

Cao Zhixuan wanted.

Yuan Zhongzhong didn't want to give.

Everyone is fighting openly and secretly, and this half of the floating record is the last bargaining chip in Xiguan.

The Northern Wei Dynasty was able to rise among the eight great powers, relying by no means on a purple robe.

is the man of the Cao family who can be called the "hero of troubled times".

He seems to have annihilated all humanity, perfectly fitting the personality on the emperor's seat, but retaining the human brilliance of those royal families.

There are some things he would never do.

For example, digging graves.

Planing the tomb of the white-robed prince.

But there are some things that he will definitely do.

For example, digging graves.

The grave with half of the floating records is planed.

Yuan Zhongzhong took a deep breath.

He looked at the West Demon and said word by word, "Should I say that you are too conceited, or are you too contemptuous?"

Standing in the wilderness of the plains, the gray-robed man in front of thousands of Xiguan armor soldiers slowly raised a hand, and the scattered Buddha beads rolled back and forth around his wrist under the Yuan Li series, the qi machine on the soles of his feet rippled, and the weeds fluctuated.

He faced Liang Liang and said softly: "You could have gone back to the Beast Tide, and then killed the Beast Tide and pacified the civil strife of the Demon Clan." ”

"Why do you want to kill yourself now, but die in front of my human race?"

The West Demon raised his head, indifferently listened to the rumbling and rolling horse's hooves mixed with thunder in his ears, and looked at Yuan Zhongzhong calmly.

Again, those two words.

No refusal.

"Bring it. ”

Something she was going to get for her brother.

Half of the Great Qin Emperor's Fucanglu.

Yuan Zhongzhong turned a deaf ear and muttered, "Think about it carefully, who else in this world is looking forward to your life?"

"Gu Shengcheng, who escaped from the Northern Wei Dynasty, followed you, willingly resisted the ambition of the wolf, bowed his head, waited for all these years, and finally waited until today to organize this rebellion. ”

"He wants your head, and that's one of them. ”

The West Demon listened silently, not feeling any touch.

She knew Gu Shengcheng.

Of course, she knew that Gu Shengcheng would rebel.

It's just that in this world, people in the world are like ants, in her opinion, even if some ants are strong and get favor and gifts, it is impossible to oppose her, reincarnated for thousands of years, she has seen too many people like Gu Shengcheng.

She was happy to give the other side a chance.

is also happy to see the opposite side set on fire, and finally dies at his own hands.

If you see too much, you won't be surprised.

Yuan Zhongzhong continued to speak.

"On the eight-foot mountain of the demon clan, the woman who sat on the throne of the White Tiger Great Sage with your support, she helped you plan the Northern Expedition, and secretly colluded with many dirty transactions, you can get to this day, most of it is thanks to her. This is the second one. ”

The West Demon was a little silent when he listened.

Gu Shengcheng is a foreigner.

But the wind white is different.

Feng Bai is a demon creature who fought in the blood pool.

She even thought that Feng Bai was the best master of the future Chess Palace, and before advancing to the Battle of Liangjia City, Liang Liang "handed over" the burden of the Chess Palace to Feng Bai.

She also wanted to die on her own.

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die?" Yuan Sizhi asked with some sarcasm: "This is the rule on the Great Snow Mountain in the Western Regions, right?"

"If the minister wants the king to die, how can the king live?"

"Against you, obedient to you, these courtiers, all want you to die. ”

Speaking of this, the four fingers that Yuan Zhongzhong stretched out pointed to the demon beast tide in the distance.

The West Demon looked back calmly, the wind blew the white ape hair like a mountain in the distance, and those demon beasts towering from the mountains and seas, at this moment, Mu Ran hovered at this distance, which was neither dangerous nor safe, and saw that he was surrounded by layers of black armor.

Gu Shengcheng, who was the leader, stood on top of the white ape's head, and even took out a huge dragon horn bow and crossbow that was as heavy.

He stood at the head of the white ape, opened his arms slightly, pulled the heavy dragon horn bow and crossbow away, and took several deep breaths before he could barely pull the bow and crossbow away, and he didn't even have the strength to add a crossbow arrow to it.

Gu Shengcheng has the physique of Donkey Kong, and now his cultivation has caught up with Yan Xiaoqi.

With his strength, he couldn't shoot an arrow perfectly.

The dragon tongue bow left by the Great Sage of the Green Dragon.

The back of the West Demon, separated from a very long distance, seemed to be held against the back of the heart with an incomparably sharp sword, but she shook her head slightly, not worried about what kind of irresistible scene would appear after Gu Shengcheng let go of his hand.

She looked at Yuan Zhongzhong and said seriously, "You are right. ”

Liang Liang didn't look back, she said calmly: "These people want me to die, and those people also want me to die, it was like this before, and it is like this now." ”

"After so many years...... It's all like that. ”

"In this world, there really are no more people who want me to live. ”

The West Demon said softly: "You are looking forward to my death, so you all come to kill me." ”

She paused and said slowly, "So you're all going to die." ”

"But Mr. Yuan. ”

Liang Liang used the honorific word "Mr. Yuan", but there was no awe in her tone: "I don't have so much strength to kill so many people." ”

She said indifferently: "You give me things, I won't kill you." ”

Yuan Zhongzhong was silent.

In the sleeve he raised, half of the floating qi was constantly circulating, constantly swirling, like a spark like a heavenly flame, bursting out of the sleeve and then dissipating.

He sighed.

It's like a pity, it's more like a pity.

He was sure that the woman in front of him was a madman who couldn't understand human speech.

All the things that should be said have been said.

She prefers to go her own way.

In front of the West Demon is a wall.

She can get around.

She doesn't.

She's going to make way for the wall.

Or smash this wall!

Yuan Zhongzhong shouted: "Kill!"

After the death of the prince, he sat behind the tent lamp of the military camp on the ethereal slope.

Don't kill the Lord.

This was the first time he had charged into battle to kill the enemy.

Xu Zhirou Huan is poor, and he is dead.

There is no longer the robe that fought together in the bloody past.

Yuan Sizhi pinched his hands with both hands, his face suddenly turned hideous, and the fingers of his hands were still stained with the soil and dust in front of the prince's ethereal slope, and he clenched his palms violently at this moment, and the palms of only four fingers burst out with incredible grandeur.

The West Demon had fallen into his arms.

The woman's body was unexpectedly soft, not like a Donkey Kong physique cultivator, but like a soft and delicate little girl, her palm gently tugged at her sleeve, and she didn't even feel any pain.

Half of the sleeve was torn apart with a thud of flesh and blood.

The West Demon indifferently shook off half of his arm.

In front of her were the four fingers hanging from Yuan Zhongzhong's forehead.

Two-sleeved wind.

There is a sleeve of books.

Yuan Zhongzhong knew that he couldn't defeat this big demon.

Even if you add half of the floating record, you can't beat it.

So he chose to take a gamble.

Bet on that woman, is not enough conceit.

Bet on that woman, whether she is willing to bet with herself.

The West Demon had a blank expression, looking at the four fingers clenching the palm and not clenching it all, but just buckled off the first knuckle and left part of the palm.

At this moment, the palm of the palm overflowed with an invisible qi.

She tore off half of her arm, and there was not half of the scriptures in her sleeve.

She frowned, feeling like she had done something wrong for the first time.

The four fingers that Yuan Zhongzhong pressed against his forehead, the palms of the stucco rambles, and the big sleeves that flowed backwards in the wind.

Compared to Gu Shengcheng's dragon tongue bow in the distance, it made him feel extremely dangerous.

I wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

The West Demon was a little confused.

There was a sharp stabbing pain under her ribs.

A small purple tip suddenly emerged.

She lowered her head and saw that the tip of the purple sword under her ribs was densely covered with blood, and the purple phoenix immortal ancient sword, which was manipulated by someone with the skill of sword control, suddenly attacked.

At this moment, above the tip of the sword, there is a mystical aura flowing.

Be...... The purple robe?

And it was this small half of the tip of the sword that defeated all his demonic energy and cut off all his retreats.

This was the last and most lethal plot of the purple robe.

The big sleeve against the forehead, bursting with the power of heaven and earth to collapse, followed.

At the same time, Gu Shengcheng, who was five miles away, shouted hoarsely, let go of the dragon tongue bow left by the Blue Dragon Great Sage, and an invisible wave of arrows shuttled instantly.

Five miles passed in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, there was silence.

The small and delicate ancient sword pierced the body of the Suzaku as he wished, bringing out a small puff of blood, and cheering.

Liang Liang, who was directly hit on his forehead by half of the floating power, his pupils dilated, and he fell back slightly.

The arrows shot by the dragon's tongue bow five miles away brought out the magnificent momentum of the roaring mountains and seas.

Mountains and seas roaring.

Unstoppable.

Gu Shengcheng's face was calm, neither sad nor happy.

He watched as the arrow under his hand exploded with sneer, like a peacock opening the screen.

Between heaven and earth, there is a demonic aura, and it is impossible to see.

There was only a piece of scarlet, the blood of the Vermilion Bird.