It has been more than half a month since Yi Xiao returned to Lanling City.

These days.

I was nervous.

He roughly reported what happened in Beigu Sudao, and then hurried back to Jingtao Palace.

His Majesty could see that Yi Xiao's mind was uneasy.

Even the guards waiting outside the hall were aware of the irritability of the master of this Jingtao Palace.

These days, strange sounds and movements come from time to time in the temple.

After Yi Xiao returned to Lanling City, all the guests were gone.

Except for people close to Wei Lingshan and Xiao Buyi, others are not even qualified to enter the gate of the Tao Palace.

The county lord has been accompanying Yi Xiao.

So she knew very well where Yi Xiao's irritability came from.

At this moment, in the Jingtao Palace.

There is a young painter who is almost condensed, carrying a large painting basket on his back, sketching and painting on the pillars of the main hall, and under each stroke, the soul power overflows, condensing into solid ink, and the entire hall is full of ink.

Hua Dan, a drama with heavy makeup and heavy ink, moved a few tables by herself, and babbled and sang on them, dancing Hua Dan and laughing.

The young master of the palace in the brocade hat and mink fur and the young man in the Qinglou with clear eyebrows and eyes watched the play offstage.

There are a total of nine figures.

The "lively" in the Jingtao Hall is not normal.

It's just quiet.

Except for Hua Dan, who was singing, there was silence.

The young painter who painted, this portrayal is a bleak portrait, the woman is crying with her sleeves covered, there is little ink on the portrait, the outline of the woman is cold and touching, and the crying looks make people sway.

Hua Dan on the stage, heavy makeup has long been spent.

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were red from crying, and he was still singing on the stage, with a lot of mourning.

His Royal Highness just looked at it, these nine realms were condensed by his soul power, and now the nine people who were uncontrollable were in the Jingtao Palace, and they looked at him from time to time.

The greater reason for his irritability was the separation of the nine realms of divine souls.

The painter Wang Ye played the little girl in the Qinglou, and everyone was sad with a sense of sadness.

More of it, a sense of anxiety.

Irritable.

Anxiety.

Yi Xiao's eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't figure out why these divine souls were manifesting at this moment.

Every day passes, these spirits become lighter.

The meaning of anxiety and sadness is a little stronger.

And except for the singing scene, the other gods couldn't make the slightest sound.

All they can do is repeat certain behaviors before they were born.

Even if it's a play, it's just babbling and singing ancient operas, and I don't know what to say.

I don't know where sorrow comes from.

I don't know where to mourn.

But Yi Xiao and Wei Lingshan both guessed what the meaning of these nine human forms condensed from the divine soul was.

Gangnam Road is going to be windy, and it is going to rain in Liangjia City.

In the Eight Feet Mountain in the Western Regions, there is a person who is going to die.

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......

"From the Tiger...... Where?"

Liang Liang's voice echoed in the eight-foot mountain hall through the sound transmission stone pillar.

This is the fourth time in a month that Feng Bai has heard her mention the tiger.

She lowered her eyebrows, clearing all thoughts from her mind to make her voice sound calm and unhurried: "He...... Went to the south, the Beacon Front. ”

This time, Liang Liang didn't hum lightly as before, and then revealed it.

The West Demon, who was thousands of miles away, was standing on top of a small and small city in Xiguan at this moment, looking at the ruins and rubble of the city.

Resistance had been abandoned here, and after breaking through the western barrier, most of the four or five cities laid down along the way were emptied as a buffer.

The West Demon was thoughtful.

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She had long heard that the purple-robed Great Master had fully taken over the war in Xiguan.

The troops dispatched from Luoyang have arrived at Xiguan.

But why is it that until now, it has been almost a month since the western barrier was breached, and the beast tide of the demon clan has not been resisted?

She didn't kill many people along the way.

Because there are not many people who have encountered it.

Such a city, after being trampled by the tide of demon beasts, left only a ruin, which seems to have suffered heavy losses, but in fact it is not.

When a person lives, he leaves behind a seed.

Liang Liang looked at the devastated land of Xiguan.

She repeated softly but firmly, "Let Conghu come over." ”

Feng Bai on the eight-foot mountain smiled lowly and answered.

"In one day, I'm going to see him. ”

Liang Liang shook the big red sleeve slightly, the void fire flowed on the ground, she looked back for a week, and finally lost the interest in burning the city, so the fire flowed backwards and returned to her sleeve.

Behind this city, there is the Oji Mountain Range.

This means that the beast tide in the Western Regions has really entered the hinterland of Xiguan.

No matter what, no matter how much the purple-robed great master can endure, he must carry out a Jedi counterattack against the beast tide.

The Daji Mountains are the place of decisive battles.

Liang Liang needs a powerful assistant.

A character who is strong enough to change the tide of battle.

Feng Bai is responsible for controlling most of the affairs of Eight Feet Mountain.

Gu Shengcheng took most of the elite of the Chess Palace to the Fengsui Front.

And the only one who can help himself is Conghu.

This master of the Western Regions, who has always seemed indifferent and ruthless, did not have a murderous voice at the moment.

She said softly, "Wind white." ”

The woman who was far away did not speak.

The West Demon looked at the Daji Mountain Range where the evil qi was condensed, and the sky was dark.

"The demon clan has been living and killing for many years, and compared to the Qiliang Northern Wei Dynasty, the survival rules of the human world are much more cruel. She said calmly: "I know that fighting out of the blood pool is an extremely painful thing, but the demons of the Western Regions are destined to experience a lot of pain when they are born, and there is heavy snow in the Western Regions, and there is no spring." ”

At this moment, the naked wind standing on the main hall was rarely stunned.

"I'm not a proper master of the Western Regions, I've been like that all these years. ”

Liang Liang raised his eyebrows, looked at the black clouds at the zenith, and said slowly: "I can break through the Western Barrier alone, or I can defeat half of the Western Pass, but I can't give the Demon Clan spring, flowing water, and survival." I have no intention of doing so. ”

Feng Bai remained silent.

"You're a good candidate. Liang Liang said softly: "Gu Shengcheng is just a human being, not my race, his heart must be different, he has a very strong ambition, so you can't give him enough strength to match his ambition, you know this much better than me." ”

Feng Bai hummed softly.

"Although Conghu is a demon clan, his intelligence is too poor, and he only knows how to fight. If you want to become the leader of the demon clan and fight against humans, you must first have the cunning intelligence of humans. So even if you have an antipathy from the tiger, you should not be afraid. If you don't think you need him anymore...... Then swallow it, then swallow it. ”

Liang Liang frowned with bare feet, and the flames of nothingness swirled around him.

"I don't have much affection for this eight-foot mountain. ”

"For me, the demon race and the human race are meaningless, and all living beings on this land have the right to live. So everyone fights, and the winner is king. ”

She looked at the Daji Mountains in the distance, and her voice was cold.

"So...... This is the case in every life, and when the right person for the demon clan appears, I will give up all positions to it. ”

Feng Bai finally spoke.

"Liang Liang. Feng Bai didn't use an honorific title this time, but called it by his name.

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The master of the Western Regions has always been Liang Liang.

Every life of this Suzaku is a Buddha-figure.

Her favorite name is this Terran name called "Liang Liang".

Feng Bai was a little puzzled, a little puzzled, and asked a little funny: "Since you don't care about anything and don't care about anything, then you are alive...... For what?"

Feng Bai knew the meaning of Liang Liang's words.

She knew what it meant for Liang Liang to say this to herself at this time.

this month.

Feng Bai manipulated the Chess Palace, and everything he did was extremely smooth.

Advance five cities.

A large number of beast tides were dispatched.

The owner of the Chess Palace, who said that he was the West Demon, had actually been transposed and handed over to Feng Bai.

And everything Feng Bai did, the West Demon never asked.

The West Demon gave this position to himself.

So Feng Bai thought it was funny.

Is this trusting yourself?

Feng Bai thought that the West Demon knew everything, what he did, what he would do, omniscient, and fearless.

Feng Bai thought that Liang Liang was a person who was strong for himself and had no scruples.

It turns out that she is not.

It turned out that she was really stupid.

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......

The West Demon asked four times about the whereabouts of the tiger.

This means that the West Demon doesn't care about anything.

She still cares about certain things.

In addition to himself, there are three people standing at the top in the Western Regions.

Gu Shengcheng. Wind white. From the Tiger.

She knew that Gu Shengcheng was a wolf with great ambitions.

Over the years, she has taken Gu Shengcheng with her, and she has long seen that this fanatic, who is also a leader in the human world, will become a difficult and easy to control character after getting the opportunity.

As long as you are better than him, he will always be obedient.

As long as you are weaker than him, then you will not see the sun tomorrow.

She also knew that Feng Bai was the most suitable person to become the leader of the demon clan.

To be wise and wise, to have chance.

And Conghu is the one she is least optimistic about.

Conghu is a native of the demon clan, standing out in the blood pool, but he inherits the nature of the demon clan, fighting and brave, so it looks clumsy and stupid.

The West Demon knows that the recent turmoil of the demon clan is not peaceful.

People die for power, and so do demons.

There are many people who want to die by themselves, and there are many demons.

But she always thought that Conghu was the most useless of the three, and the one who was most likely to be unable to restrain his patience and be the first to stretch out his minions to herself and try to drag herself off the seat of the master of the Western Regions.

Now she has issued an edict from the demon clan to see Conghu within a day.

The Battle of Liangjia Castle in the Daiji Mountains.

If the purple-robed Great Master dispatched a strong enough killing power.

Then from the tiger will undoubtedly die here.

In the demon race, in the human race, it's all like this.

If you want you to die, you will have to die.

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......

On the ruins, it was quiet for a long time.

Liang Liang was thinking about what Feng Bai said.

"Since you don't care about anything, you don't care about anything, then you live ...... For what?"

After a moment of silence.

"I'm alive," she said...... For him, of course. ”

Feng Bai felt even more funny: "Maharaja?"

The woman standing on the ruins shook her head.

The shoulder-length hair flowed like a tassel.

"It's my brother. ”

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