Dongfang brushed the corners of his clothes, breathed and vomited, his spiritual power was like washing, the dust on his body faded, and finally the slightest stain on the tips of his hair disappeared. The powerful aura impact didn't seem to have any effect on him, and the corners of his mouth were stained with that hateful ridicule.

"I know, I know," Dongfang looked at the Demon Fox King who was vigilant between his eyebrows and eyes a few steps away, "My noble king, what did you see, so painful. Do you see my noble princess playing a requiem under the moonlit night?"

In the depths of the demon fox's eyes, it suddenly began to snow.

Wuwei walked back to the deep winter snow, and saw Lingzhi on the road on the outskirts of Beijing, on the layer of mud covered with snow, holding the jade flute with his fingers, and playing a song "Sending Souls". He quietly looked at her back draped in white velvet marten, and a row of mulberry trees lowered their heads, stretching out branches covered with white mulberry flowers with cinnabar, as if mourning with her song.

Under the tree, an elderly couple, whose bodies have frozen into lumps, and their bruised bodies are undergoing snow burial. Their hair was as white as snow, and the old man had half a feather arrow stuck in his chest, I don't know if it was a grudge or a manslaughter, and the grandmother had no trace on her body, her head was leaning on her grandfather's shoulder, and her hands were still condensed in the posture of clenching each other's arms.

The sound of the song is ethereal and distant, and I can't hear too much sadness, but more of a sense of detachment. He knew she was overkill, so he didn't bother.

After the song, Wuwei walked up to her, "Lingzhi, you secretly went out of the palace again." ”

"It's really boring in the palace, and you don't know me. "Her edelweiss is softer and whiter in the moonlight, and her face is more holy as jade under the white velvet. "Who knows, hey. She looked at the old couple, "He was killed by an arrow, and she stayed by him until she froze to death in the snow." ”

"Life is like morning dew, and it will be empty in a blink of an eye," his depressed sigh tone suddenly became a little indignant, "There is not much life, but I am trapped on the throne and everything is troubled, although I am not far from you, but the palace walls are deeply forbidden." The etiquette of the emperor needs to be obeyed, and the harem is tangled and complicated, but I can't be with you wholeheartedly, but it is better for this couple to be together for the rest of their lives. ”

Lingzhi gently clenched his clenched fist, "Everyone has their own suffering, how can you see their suffering? There are not many causes and effects to be found in life, so why force yourself and ask for troubles." ”

He gently stroked the strands of Lingzhi's sideburns that were blown by the night breeze behind his ears, and stood in the windward place to block it for her, "Concubine Ai, you have always been transparent." Fortunately, as an emperor, I can protect you from harm. ”

She looked away and coughed lightly. Wuwei hurriedly supported her, and said half-angrily: "You, you are not a monk, but you always love to spend time for the souls of the dead, and you don't care about your own body." He squatted down and put Lingzhi on his back, and the corners of his golden and purple clothes were stained with some snow water from mud pits.

Lingzhi was also half smiling and half annoyed, "I was seen by the palace people, and I can't please go, so let me go outside the side door of the palace wall later." ”

Wuwei snorted, suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth, rushed a few steps in the snow, and turned around a few times, both of them laughed happily, "Whoever dares to say anything, I will order someone to put a seal on his mouth, so that he is not allowed to speak for the rest of his life." ”

She patted him lightly on the shoulder, "I've known you for so many years, and I've become an emperor from a prince, why are you still so naughty like a child." ”

Lingzhi's laughter echoed in his mind, becoming more and more ethereal like the song, but her appearance gradually blurred, as if her edelweiss was still scratching her shoulders and neck, leaving only a little plausible warmth.

"Dongfang Yan, you don't deserve to mention her!"

Wuwei's demonic power skyrocketed, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a huge fireball erupted from his mouth, burning with raging flames on it, the flames were faint purple light, and if he touched it, he would burn.

"Domineering. Dongfang Yan praised his mouth, but his face was full of contempt. He took out the ice spirit gossip, swiped it with two fingers, and flicked it casually, and after a clanging sound, a circular ice wall appeared in the air, more than ten zhang high.

With a loud bang, the giant ball of flame slammed into the ice wall with the force of dozens of elephants, but was blocked back by the ice wall with the same force that pushed back, not only like a stone hitting a hill, but also like a living hill throwing the stone back.

The demon fox did not dodge or dodge, the flames crackled and exploded, and the snow fox's body was swallowed in an instant.

For a while, I only saw the flames in the sky, and I couldn't see the situation behind me.

Then a burst of piercing screams came, like layers of wheat waves, getting louder and louder, thousands of silver needles pierced the eardrums, making people feel so cold, even Dongfang frowned, and hurriedly used spiritual power to resist this layer of sound.

Hundreds of demon foxes suddenly burst out of the firelight, all as tall and fierce as Wuwei, covered with purple lines, like gluttonous beasts in the wasteland recorded in ancient scriptures, showing the cruel and fierce light of their prey.

Such a demon fox is enough to make people's hearts tremble, not to mention an army of hundreds, roaring up, with the most primitive desire rushing in their muscles: kill!

Dongfang shook his head and sighed sadly: "So the friend is worth a thousand gold, and you treat your old friend like this?"

The Demon Fox King ignored it.

Ten Thousand Fox Cracked Sky Record!

The demon foxes lined up in a dense array of arrows, jumped into the sky, smoke and dust billowed out, opened their bloody mouths, and pounced towards the east.

Dongfang's thin temples tugged at the corners of his eyes, his gesture changed, he closed his eyes, his aura flowed backwards, and he rushed backwards to his body,

"Condense the law of all things, wash away thousands of grievances. Ice soul, set!"

The air in his radius dropped below freezing, and all the demon foxes that swooped into this range froze from beginning to end, and those flickering nine-tails froze into different forms in mid-air. The demon fox behind pounced and instantly blocked a hideous "fox wall".

Icicles to the sky!

Shooting out a spirit from the gossip of the Oriental Ice Spirit, the aura has a blue and a white two light bands intertwined and circulating, straight above the nine heavens exploded, the sky flashed a crystal white light, the white clouds were also solidified, from the clouds flew down thousands of ice shuttles, sharp tips, brilliant ice, where it passed, the demon fox turned into smoke.

There were also white clouds on the ground, and those foxes that were frozen in the air were like ice cracking into mist, lingering in front of the demon fire for a long time.

But the demon fox phantom made up for as much as it had lost, and still roared forward, pushing the battle line a few points closer.

Unfortunately, the next thing they encountered was the Bagua Array of Dongfang Mule.

Suddenly, Dongfang Ji had already drawn a Bagua Array on the surface, and he sat on the line of Yin and Yang in the array, and then he put his hands together, and the arc from the ground was like a waterfall flowing backwards. The dotted lines arranged on the periphery of the Bagua Array also derived a high ice wall, forming a circular labyrinth.

The demon foxes rushed to the formation but couldn't find Dongfang's figure, so they just kept rushing, but they were guided by the gossip formation, kept circling, and died of exhaustion. But as the number of demon foxes entering the formation increased, they blocked all gaps, so that finally a demon fox broke into the center of the circle, only to see Dongfang Beard wrapped in the water river.

The demon foxes bared their teeth and grinned, their claws constantly smashing on the water river, and their fangs biting fiercely. But the water river is like a mirror, their claws go forward, the water river disperses and fades, and they move forward, the water river condenses, knocking them back again. They spew out flames, and they don't hurt or itch on the water, and they have no effect. Anxious demon foxes surrounded them, squeaking and hissing.

The battle was at a stalemate.

The Demon Fox King watched from the outside, looking inside through the eyes of its phantoms.

Suddenly, Dongfang's voice passed through the ears of the hundred demon foxes and reached the heart of Wuwei:

"Emperor, you haven't finished your despicable words just now----- your anger is not only due to seeing her old shadow, but also from seeing her death. Just as you saw before you died in the East China Sea!"

The severe pain that penetrated deep into the liver and gallbladder spread throughout his body, and the farewell of the night and night dream washed over his mind.

"The imperial concubine is an old disease brought from her mother's womb, there is no medicine and no medicine, Your Majesty ......"

"I am the emperor, I will be able to protect her," the imperial doctor's collar was lifted, "the world, the emperor, I can find ......" His words were messy, and he was speechless.

She was covered with her favorite snow-white velvet blanket, and her face was still purer than white velvet, but now she was pale and bone-staining.

Suddenly, her sluggish body was whipped in severe pain, and she fell to the edge of the bed, coughing up a large patch of blood, staining her favorite snow white.

"I'm sorry to hide it from you for so long. I just want you to be happy until the last minute comes. She leaned against his body as she rushed over, and raised her already broken hand, powerless to put it on his heart, "Here, happy." ”

He only felt as powerless as her, despair overflowed from his throat, and an empty voice sounded: "It's not fair, why are you so good, but you want to kill this terminal illness." ”

She smiled helplessly, and coughed lightly, "After I leave, I will allow you to get drunk for three days, not less for a day, and not more for a day." Three days later, the emperor, you have to be the emperor again, so that the ten thousand families will be peaceful. Don't forget, I have sent the souls of many Li people in my life, and I don't want to see more souls in the world. ”

You send souls for them, who will send souls for you!" Wuwei screamed in his heart, but he just clenched her hand and muttered, "You have to wait for me, you must wait for me." ”

Lingzhi looked at him hesitantly, his cloudy face as if it was about to rain at any moment. She knew the meaning of his words, her breathing fluctuated, and she was short, "Numerology is predestined, there are always numbers, you must not ...... it"

He suddenly remembered something, and got up, "That's right, that's right! Huajia continues life, I can use the Huajia Continuation Technique!" Then he felt out of shape, and looked at Lingzhi with annoyance and weakness. Without waiting for Lingzhi to ask, he leaned over her forehead and kissed her, "It's okay, you wait for me." Then he hurried out.

The sixtieth birthday continues, the emperor forbids the art, brought into the palace by a concubine who was originally a witch a hundred years ago, originally to prevent the king from getting sick, so the forbidden art is left behind, only passed on to the heir; The caster will cut his remaining life in half to the recipient, and his own life span will be deducted in half according to the 60 years of Jiazi, which is the remaining life of the caster after the completion of the operation.

In other words, the longer the caster's remaining lifespan, the longer the recipient's lifespan, and the shorter the caster's lifespan after the spell is completed.

At the moment when Wuwei turned around, Lingzhi stared up at the bed blankly and shed a tear.

"Holy Lord, the ancient books have been found. ”

"Okay, pass the order down and seal the Yixue Palace!"

But when Wuwei entered the inner hall of Yixue Palace, crossed the Qing River, and went down the stone steps, he heard the palace maids crying, and there was an intermittent cry: Requiem.

Now only the present is long, send the soul back to the hometown;

"Your Majesty, Niangniang locked herself in the attic and kept playing, and we couldn't get in!"

The sound of the song is broken, and the sound is overwhelming.

Wuwei smashed the doors and windows with one palm, and he looked, the remnant flute fell to the ground, and a ray of moonlight shone on the face that fell to the side of the jade flute.

He stood like a dead man, not daring to think that she had committed suicide, not daring to find out that she might have something to do with the witch clan, and he revealed his sixtieth technique, which forced her to death.

His heart also died with it.

Dongfang Ji saw that Wuwei was in chaos, his qi was unstable, and the power of the demon fox around him began to scatter, and even a strange scene of a fox with two heads appeared, and a trace of fleeting pleasure flashed in his satisfied eyes, and then he put his hands on the water river.

At the same time, a hiss was heard from the north, and in the distance, the shadow of an ice phoenix fell from the sky, like a fallen leaf.

"Tsk," Dongfang shook his head, "This ice control technique is really bad, why don't I demonstrate it." ”