The villain has a white moonlight

"Brother..." Ji Wuxian was at a loss when he saw the other party frowning slightly.

The prince took the dust-observing mirror silently, closed his eyes, held the mirror with both hands and raised it to his chest to form a complex imprint, moving his lips and chanting a series of ancient spells.

On the mountaintop far away from the sea of ​​flames, there is a magic circle composed of 110 black-robed warlocks. The jacaranda emblem on the black robes flickers with cold light. Cries for help fell on deaf ears.

Ji Wu Dynasty finally started to act.

The original body of Menghuaichuan Shuijun has long been integrated with the Jinling land veins. If it is broken, the Kunlun Mountains will be directly affected.Take Suicune's keel, or use it to break the enchantment barrier on the border of Yuyi Kingdom.

The existence of the Yuyi God is not conducive to the stability of the Jiwu Dynasty, so they did not hesitate to lose Jinling City and the lives of the people in the city, but also to dig out the keel of Shuijun, who is kind to the mortal world, to open the way for the invasion!

At the beginning, Jinling City's land veins changed, droughts stretched thousands of miles away, plagues raged, and there was a tendency to endanger the spread of neighboring cities. To repair the land veins, tens of thousands of bones were needed to repair the land veins. The royal family of Jiwu had already issued a secret order to prepare for the massacre of the city. However, the water king who passed by Jinling was dedicated to saving the mortal beings, and he did not hesitate to die here. He used the dragon's body and keel to repair the earth's veins. Before he died, it rained a lot to revive the dry land.

Thinking of this, the young man trembled all over, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, he didn't know whether he was extremely angry or distressed, he couldn't say a word.

A bright white light erupted from the mirror in the prince's hand, flying out of his palm and hanging in the air.

The strong wind blew the young man's white robe flying, and the peach blossoms fell rustlingly.

There is also a gust of wind sweeping sparks rushing towards the face from the mirror, the clear fragrance of peach blossoms in the air also confuses the burnt smell from the burning fire at the other end of the mirror, and the wailing for help is also very clear, making people feel like they are in that purgatory the scene.

Ji Wuxian took a step back. In order to reach Jinling as soon as possible, the prince even used the dust-observing mirror to get through the two realms!

Blood flowed from the corner of the prince's lips, and a shocking line of blood was drawn along the fair skin.

The young man didn't dare to disturb him, he could only clenched his fists and looked at the pale young man in front of him, feeling very distressed.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, Shenmu is in trouble. Please, sir..." Mo Ling flew over in a hurry, his tone was anxious, and when he saw the scene in the mirror, his feathers stood on end, and he screamed: "The group of monkeys will do it!" What! What are they going to do to Suicune's body!"

"Mo Ling, inform the priest and the queen mother," the prince opened his eyes after casting the spell, and said in a calm tone, "Be prepared to face the worst."

"How could it be! No, it's impossible!"

"Just be prepared, Mo Ling, don't be too nervous."

"Your Highness...you won't let Yuyi Country have trouble, right?"

"Give the dust-observing mirror to the queen mother, so that she can make a decision based on the actual situation in Jinling."

"Your Highness, what about you?" Mo Ling trembled.

"Together with my father, the mountains and rivers look far away, and the old country is still there." The prince smiled slightly.

"Your Highness, you said that you will not go to the end of Suicune, you said it!" Mo Ling's dark pupils reflected the determined look on the young man's beautiful face, and his words were crying.

The prince stretched out his hand and flicked the feathers on the top of the black-feathered bird: "But the situation has changed now, I didn't expect them to..."

The young man's voice choked, but he was speechless.

Ji Wuxian walked up to the prince and said calmly, "Brother, no matter what you want to do, I will accompany you."

He knew that the prince must be sad.

The emperor of the Jiwu dynasty was actually cold-blooded and cold-hearted, sacrificing his own people to satisfy his desire for power and kingly way.

He himself is used to this. During the war, not to mention civilians, even the princes were taught from an early age to be prepared to sacrifice for the dynasty at any time. It was their honor as a royal family.

The prince of Yuyi Kingdom will probably never and will not be able to understand this idea of ​​making way for royal power.

Seeing that the prince was sad, his sadness became a little bit heavier.

"Thank you, Axian." The prince's tone was gentle, but his attack was quick. Before Ji Wuxian recovered, the prince had already sealed the acupoints with spiritual power.

"Your Highness!" The young man shouted, and tears suddenly fell.

"Axian, you can't leave Yuyi Kingdom." The prince lightly brushed the boy's bangs, his eyes were a little dim, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he smiled and shook his head lightly, looking towards the sky. mirror to go.

"Your Highness, don't go, don't go alone!" The young man cried out, desperately trying to open the acupoint, but in vain.

The young man in white held the sword in one hand, covered the mirror with the other, turned his head and smiled at Ji Wuxian.

"Brother! Your Highness!" Ji Wuxian cried while trying to break through the acupuncture points, but the warm and powerful spiritual force trapped him in place like a hug, unable to move.

After the silver light passed, there was no longer a figure in white under the peach blossom tree.

The boy finally broke through the shackles, with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, he flung himself in front of the mirror regardless, and pressed his palm against the mirror.

However, the passage to the mortal world has been closed by the prince, and the person in the mirror is within reach, but it is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Ji Wuxian froze for a moment, and began to thump the mirror like crazy: "Let me go! Let me go! I want to be with His Highness, I want to be with him!"

Mo Ling's dark pupils were also filled with tears: "Ah Xian, it's useless, the prince will not let you take risks."

The young man looked at the mirror, his eyes were blurred with tears, he was already the person in the mirror, thousands of mountains and ravines cannot be flattened.

He hugged the mirror tightly and dumbly, unable to speak a word.

Mo Ling circled above Ji Wuxian's head, his body suddenly became as big as a wooden house, and the black feathers cast shadows under him. After hesitating for a while, he finally lifted the boy up with his claws and flew towards the Shenmu.

The crown prince was surrounded by whirling peach blossoms and strong winds, and his long silver hair was entangled with the wind and danced wildly. Some of the city residents in the sea of ​​flames found the young man above the clouds, and they were astonished as heavenly beings, crying and pointing to the sky: "God of Feather Clothes! Yuyi God has appeared!"

They all knelt down and worshiped, their voices went straight up to the clouds like a wave. They chanted as they licked their heads that it was the god of feather clothes, and they asked their gods to lend a helping hand in the most primitive way to help them escape the misery of the sea of ​​fire.

The prince lowered his eyes slightly, the former bustling city was no longer there, the broken walls and ruins were full of scars, the scorched land was full of ruins, and those abandoned creatures already regarded him as the last salvation.

Flipping the hands to gather clouds, rain poured down between the hands, and the sea of ​​flames was washed away by the huge rain, and it was already declining.

However, the clouds piled up in the sky suddenly turned black, and seven red stars suddenly appeared in the extreme northern sky, exuding blood-colored light, embellished abruptly among the dark clouds, turning the sky into a strange picture scroll.

The prince frowned slightly, no, he didn't summon this.

He looked at the warlock phalanx on the top of the mountain, and the group of people were pointing their mahogany swords at the sky.

In front of the phalanx was a middle-aged man in a gorgeous royal robe. His seaweed-like long black hair was tied high by a Garuda crown. Gathering spiritual power into a huge golden axe, it is the sky-splitting ax of the ancient gods, exuding an ominous murderous aura around him.

Is that the emperor of the Ji Wu dynasty, Ji Wuxian's father?

The prince's heart was lingering, and he rushed towards the cliff with his sword and stepping on the cloud. If you stop him, you can stop everything.

There was a sneer at the corner of the emperor's mouth, and he ordered something in a low voice. In the center of the magic circle, an old black-robed warlock had a cruel expression on his thin face. He slammed the staff in his hand to the ground. A painful roar came from the river where the keel of Suicune of Menghuai River was located.

"Father..." The prince's footsteps froze, his face turned pale, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Everyone in the Yuyi Kingdom, including him, thought that the heroic soul of their father had entered reincarnation.

However, the fact in front of him is that the soul of Suicun Menghuaichuan, together with the keel of his body, is trapped in the dark river!

That kind of powerful spirit binding technique is not something ordinary warlocks can do.

The man in Chinese clothes on the top of the mountain squinted his long and narrow eyes. He was also a little curious about what kind of monster would be released now.

Back then, the ignorant white dragon self-righteously rescued the common people. This stupid spirit of sacrificing for unrelated people disgusted him, and the people regarded the white dragon as a god, which disgusted him even more.

So he imprisoned the dragon soul here, and was crushed by undercurrents and ice nails at the bottom of the river every day. His original idea was to wait for the right time to release the dragon soul and see how the gods fell into madness. As the emperor of the Ji Wu Dynasty, Possessing absolutely powerful power, even if he is a god, he can kill those foolish people.

But now there is a better drama, the good drama of Menghuaichuan Shuijun and Prince Bailong's father and son fighting each other, and those foolish people should accompany him to enjoy it.

The river began to roll violently, and the roar of beasts came from the bottom of the river, and the ground on both sides of the river also shook.

With a roar of the dragon roar, the river suddenly parted to the two sides while rushing, a huge black dragon appeared and soared into the sky, the black scales were covered with bloodstains, the golden standing pupils were clouded, and the fangs turned outwards. The vicious look did not have the heroic dragon spirit at the beginning, just like a wild beast, it began to devour the living things on the scene.

After escaping from the sea of ​​flames, the people who had been respite for a while fell into a new round of panic, and shouted for help to the god of feathers as they fled.

With the sound of Qingyue dragon's chant, the young man in white also turned into his original body, a little smaller than the black dragon, a very beautiful and heroic little white dragon, he rushed to him quickly, and blocked the crowd who had no time to escape in the future.

The people who were out of danger cursed the fallen black dragon loudly, with fierce and vicious words, and cried and praised the new god of feathers who let them escape from the tiger's mouth, using the most beautiful words in the world.

Listening to the voices of those mortals, Bai Long's golden pupils became more and more sad.

The black dragon couldn't recognize who was in front of him, but because the food was taken from his mouth, he bared his teeth angrily, roared, and rushed towards the white dragon.

The white dragon remained motionless, letting the huge shadow rush towards its face. The sharp fangs of the black dragon penetrated the scales on its neck, and blood spurted out.