National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"Remember the light of this star map. When the pattern of the Sipan Church lights up during the ceremony, use it to awaken the black bird on your clavicle."

When Shen Jiaan injected the power of Suzaku into the star map, the jasmine stand suddenly creaked under the heavy weight, and the Xipan characters engraved on it collapsed piece by piece in the light of the star map.

As expected, the Xuanniao was born to be subservient to the Suzaku. Shen Jiaan breathed a sigh of relief and observed the movements in the Imperial Garden. The dagger in his hand was no longer within the Xipan Church's lock range.

Su Mohui took the opportunity to remove the jade cicada from Xuanyuan Mingshu's hair, revealing the gear mechanism hidden underneath - just as she guessed, there was indeed an inverted star array pattern engraved there that was the same as the lamppost.

"Xiao An, remember to bring this to Qin Yi." She stuffed the jade cicada into Shen Jia'an's hands, "Let him use Persian illusion to forge the stigmata of Xipan. We want to turn the tables."

Shen Jia'an nodded and smiled knowingly. At this moment, the silver ring in Qi Mo's hand trembled again, and the star track pattern projected light into his palm, transforming into a secret letter from Emperor Xuanyuan:

[A quarter of an hour later, I brought Su Mohui to the Imperial Study. The Shen family army has taken control of the spiritual power node upstream of the Luo River.]

He showed the secret letter to several people, and Su Mohui nodded slightly.

When the noise in the imperial garden completely dissipated, Su Mohui looked at the dim star map and found that the gears at the center of the array had stopped rotating long ago, but new patterns were left on the surface, exactly the same as the complete black bird ring pattern behind Shen Jiaan's ear.

"Mingshu," she suddenly chuckled, raised her hand and touched the girl's collarbone, transforming the spiritual power she had just absorbed from Xipan into the shadow of a black bird and stabilizing it within it. "Next time we meet, we will perform a dance to break the formation at the festival."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the orderly footsteps of the imperial guards in the distance, and in the shadow of the lamppost, the figures of Shen Youzhi and Qi Zhaoquan were walking against the light. The token on the former's waist was glowing with the unique flame pattern of the Shen family army, while in the center of the star track jade pendant on the latter's waist, the light spots of the three major nodes of Luoshui were lighting up one after another.

"Xiao An, come with me to the military camp." Shen Youzhi's eyes were burning, and his tone was filled with irresistible majesty.

For a long time, in order to avoid the spotlight and not want his achievements to overshadow his master, he was willing to hide behind the scenes and hand over the military power in his hands to Emperor Xuanyuan without reservation, just to keep a low profile in this undercurrent of power and wait for the opportunity to turn the tide.

At this moment, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, like the dark clouds before a storm, leaving him no room for hesitation. He knew that the years of dormancy were over, and it was time to step forward and break the deadlock.

When Qi Zhaoquan passed by, he only raised his eyes slightly, and the moment he looked at Qi Mo, the tacit understanding between father and son was self-evident. Then, he turned and left, the corner of his robe raised, with a bit of determination.

Not long ago, he hurried out of Emperor Xuanyuan's imperial study. He had already seen through the emperor's hidden intentions.

As the four children left in different directions, a breeze suddenly blew up in the imperial garden, blowing away the remaining fragments of the star map in the air.

Su Mohui touched the military talisman in her sleeve, which was getting hot. She knew that the unusual movement of the star map had already sounded the drums of war to break the deadlock.

When the Xipan Church's Anti-Star Formation and the Great Qin Yanling Formation resonated on the lamppost, and when Xuanyuan Mingshu's Xuanniao Seal resonated with the Luoshui node, the web of rules carefully woven by the first generation of Tiandao was cracking the first fatal crack in a corner that they could not see.

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The scent of sandalwood from the imperial study mixed with the summer sunset wafted in the air. The moment the chief eunuch pushed open the carved wooden door, Su Mohui saw that the book "The Chronicles of the Xuannv War" was spread out on the dragon table, and there was a suspended feather pen between the pages, automatically drawing the pattern of the Xuanniao flag.

Emperor Xuanyuan's silhouette, stretched long by the sunlight as he reviewed memorials, his wolf-hair brush hanging in mid-air, lingering for a long time. As Su Mohui and Qi Mo bowed respectfully, the glass lamp on the desk suddenly lit up.

Only Emperor Xuanyuan knew that a strand of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's divine power and hair were sealed there. When he looked up at the faintly glowing rhino horn jade hairpin in Su Mohui's hair, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

"This hairpin..." The Emperor put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand and raised his hand to touch the dark patterns on the lamp wall. There was a diagram of breaking the formation recorded in "The Legend of the Mysterious Woman" engraved there. "Is it a family heirloom?"

As he spoke, a summer breeze blew outside the window, and the shady sycamore trees suddenly rustled, blocking the setting sun into the silhouette of a black bird - this was the sign that had appeared repeatedly in his dreams for the past month.

Since the beginning of summer, the Emperor has been having dreams.

In the dream, I was wearing the armor of the goddess Luoshen, and I was crushing the yellow sands of the Western Expedition side by side with the goddess Jiu Tian Xuan Nu, murmuring "cracks in the rules" and "the end of reincarnation".

What's even more strange is that every time he wakes up from a dream, a secret letter with handwriting exactly the same as his will appear by his pillow. The letter not only predicts the unusual movements of the Luoshui Festival, but also contains the star map on the silver ring on Qi Mo's waist and the pattern on Su Mohui's forehead.

The Emperor had been to the Ninth Heaven, so he naturally understood the changes in this world. Therefore, he was waiting for another person who could break the rules as he said.

Until recently, when Su Yue came to the imperial court and told him about giving a small half of the tiger talisman to Su Mohui, he realized that Su Mohui was the person he told himself in his dream who could break the rules.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember?" The rhino horn jade hairpin in Su Mohui's hair gradually dimmed, but the hair in the glass lamp still resonated: "My mother once annotated in the Emperor's Luoshu Fragments, 'When the Xuannv bloodline and the imperial power star track overlap, it will be the day when the gears of the heavenly way stop turning.'"

As soon as she finished speaking, the imperial seal on the dragon table suddenly vibrated, and the coiled dragon pattern on the seal turned into the shape of a black bird.

At the same time, Qi Mo noticed that beneath the memorial before Emperor Xuanyuan were several slightly wrinkled pieces of paper. The latest one was dated exactly the day Qi Zhaoquan entered the palace two days ago.

On the letter paper, Qi Zhaoquan's pen strokes were so bold that it seemed to tear through the paper: [The black bird descends to the world, breaking the eternal night]

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is!" Emperor Xuanyuan looked at the girl in front of him. When he stood up, his bright yellow dragon robe swept across the desk, causing the jade slips to rustle. The gleam in his eyes was brighter than the glass lamp on the desk. As expected, he lost his composure in the next second -

He walked around the pile of memorials. The sound of his black boots stepping on the blue bricks suddenly startled the bronze sparrow lantern perched on the beam. "I was wondering if this face looked so familiar. It must be Sister Xuannv's flesh and blood!"

Su Mohui lowered her eyes in silence, staring at the dragon pattern moving in the cracks of the blue bricks, but the rhino horn hairpin in her hair suddenly felt slightly hot.

She sensed that when the Emperor spoke, the Yinglong pattern embroidered on his sleeves transformed into a black bird in her eyes, echoing the dark totem pattern on her sleeves.

"According to seniority, you should call me uncle!" When the emperor suddenly came closer, the fragrance of agarwood on his dragon robe mixed with the smell of gunpowder blew towards him, but his eyes fell on the ring pattern on Su Mohui's hand.