Chapter 124 Miracle

The guard warrior helped Emperor Lin Xi sit on the throne, removed his armor, broke his fingers and took away the night's sword, and roared at the trembling maid of honor: "Call the imperial doctor, come quickly!"

"Big...Your Excellency, the royal doctor has escaped from the palace... They said that the barbarians will kill us all, regardless of women and children!" A maid huddled in the corner and whispered with her head in her hands.

After all, the barbarians have left too many terrible rumors on the land in the south. The southerners call the far north grassland people 'barians', which is the fear of these violent and belligerent grassland warriors, and the grasslanders also readily accept the title of 'barians' and even call themselves the far north barbarians.

A generation of barbarian warriors rode tall horses and killed countless bones all the way, leaving a terrible shadow in the hearts of a generation of Mengyang people. The sentence 'barians are coming' is enough to break people's courage, not to mention that the barbarian army is now outside the city wall of the emperor.

The guard samurai roared, "Then go to the doctor, find the best doctor in the imperial capital, and heal your majesty. If you can't find it, don't come back!"

The maid of honor was stung by a wasp and jumped out of the palace as if she were flying.

never came back.

A mouthful of dark red blood foam overflowed from the corners of the emperor's mouth, and his face was as pale as paper. Several serious injuries fell to the point of death. He raised his hand trembling and hissed, "Where's my sword? Take my sword... and defend the imperial capital!"

"Your Majesty, we are in the city now. It's safe. You don't have to kill anymore--" said the guard warrior in a low voice.

The emperor opened his eyes with difficulty, reflecting the high dome of the hall, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Report the casualties to me!"

"Your Majesty... 26,000 Jinwuwei, and finally withdrew less than 10,000 people from the city... Fanyang was sinister and blew up a gap in the city wall with gunpowder. He let the people of the imperial capital leave without stopping them, trying to disturb my people. Most of them fled. Jinwuwei killed dozens of people and cut their heads and hung them on the wall. Only then did Shang barely suppress..."

"No... Let the people go. Don't embarrass them. The most bitter thing in the war is the people." The emperor stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his chest, leaned his back on the throne, and hissed inhale. Even the ups and downs of his chest when breathing would cause severe pain. "Where is the great master? Bring me the great master!"

"The Shura is not in the imperial capital." A cold sound sounded.

The guard warrior looked back and knelt respectfully and saluted: "See the Empress!"

The emperor turned his head and saw the beautiful and tall figure. He waved his hand and ordered the warriors to retreat and squeezed out a far-fetched smiling face, "Let you see the joke!"

The queen walked to him and couldn't help but be moved.

Where is this emperor who lost the war? It's obviously like a child who was picked up in a fight with a neighborhood. He was not embarrassed to see close people, and he was afraid of being humiliated by seeing him lose.

The queen squatted down and looked at his wounds with thin eyes. They were all bone-through and meat-through wounds, which were unbearable. Emperor Lin Xi's luck has been scattered over the years, and his body is weak. It is rare to be tenacious and immortal under such a serious injury. Seven years ago, he could still hold up the golden armor left by Emperor Shinra. Now he is as thin as if it were in armor, and his sleeves are slender, like skeletons.

"I didn't expect that the barbarians in the far north suddenly came out, and Mengyang fought on both lines, which inevitably fell behind. It's a pity that the wind and thunder horse was built. The wind and thunder horse that I spent countless efforts was killed cleanly. The commander Ye Qingshan is rushing back. I can't do it. The emperor has to have a general who can control the overall situation. After Ye Qingshan comes back, gather the remaining warriors and fight with the enemy. If you lose again, you should seek peace first. It's time to cede the land and pay compensation. Ha ha, it's nothing more than 20 years of resting and recuperation, that is, the world promised to you will be given to you later..." The emperor said such a long series of words weakly, throat The sweet blood surging inside was also forcibly swallowed by him. He didn't want to show his weak side in front of his beloved woman, or even let him see himself with bruises all over his body.

He is a powerful emperor and the emperor in charge of one side. He wants to protect his people and fulfill the wishes of his beloved. How can he want people to see his miserable end?

He doesn't need pity and sympathy. For the strong, the pity and insult of others is the like.

"As long as my sword is there, I won't lose. Mengyang hasn't lost... My sword..." The emperor coughed and reached out to touch the sword leaning beside him, but his palm touched the delicate jade-like touch.

The queen held his palm, smiled, and said in a delicate tone that did not match her cold and beautiful face, "Your Majesty, you have tried your best. Now you don't have to hold your sword. Stay here at ease and give it to me, okay?"

"Queen, you are a woman. How can I get you involved in the war? No matter how bad I am, I haven't reached the point of relying on women!" The emperor struggled to sit up, but was held down by the queen. Her fingertips flowed a soft halo, like a hazy silk cocoon, around the emperor, like a warm embrace.

The wound on his chest is slowly healing, and he can even feel the itching sensation of muscle blood growth. The pain is peeling out, leaving only fatigue and comfort. The White Queen was healing his wound with a spell, but her eyebrows frowned when she saw his wound heal.

Obviously, he is just a young man who has not yet stood up, and his body is so dilapidated. Not to mention his gray hair, even the foundation of his body is the same as that of an old man, healing his wounds, just like glueing a fragile old rice paper together, which will become shattered if he is not careful.

It seems that dead wood still reappears in spring, but in fact, it returns to the sun and lives little.

The emperor's luck has been worn away. The so-called emperor Hongfu Zijin is pure and white. He is really a poor guy.

No matter how indifferent the white face has lived for hundreds of years, it is not very good to see this scene - after all, it is for her that she has become like this.

The queen said in a rare soft tone, "Your Majesty, you can sit on the throne. Just look at it."

The emperor suddenly couldn't move and couldn't even speak. He looked at the woman in a pure white plain robe bent her sleeves, blessed him, and walked out of the hall. She walked step by step towards the sky above the looming city like stepping on an invisible cloud ladder. She bloomed brightly all over her body, like the hot sun in midsummer, dispelling the haze, and the sun finally shone on this nearly empty city.

The sky seems to have two suns.

The emperor narrowed his eyes and had never seen the queen so dazzling. Over the years, he had been listening to the queen stroke the piano and felt that she was a woman who liked to be quiet and careless about the world. In his heart, he strongly denied the fact that this woman was a magician. He was the emperor of the world. She was the god of the clouds. Is she right to come to the door?

But now, he can only smile bitterly.

It turns out that the real queen is more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

"Did you give me the gentleness these days?" The emperor muttered to himself. He stretched out his hand tiredly and followed her higher and higher figure, thinking that he could grab her hand, so that he could follow her to the sky and go anywhere with her, even if he abandoned everything.

"That's all right, it's my honor to make your heart hurt..." The emperor leaned his head on the throne, raised his face, and let the light comparable to the sun in the sky illuminate his face, and his pale face smiled.

On this day, such a miracle was seen thousands of miles of the city.

There seemed to be two suns in the sky, which made people unable to open their eyes, but there were still sharp-eyed people who saw a figure hidden in a 'sun'.

General Ye Xingchen, who stood side by side with the barbarian king, suddenly covered his heart and suddenly fell off his horse. The king hurriedly got off his horse to help him up. He only heard General Beichen pointing to the gorgeous figure and choked and speechless.

The hundreds of thousands of troops besieging the city were like seeing temporary gods. They put down their weapons and knelt down one after another, trembling in their hearts - with the protection of gods, is this heaven not to let Mengyang be extinct?

The red-haired Shura stared angrily and scolded, "Do you really think you can rebel against the way of heaven with your own strength? Even if you combine the three secrets of spells, prophecy and soul return, you think you can provoke the rules? You have lived for more than 500 years and should be the most clear about the horror of the rules. How did you do such an impulsive thing today?

His enchanting and handsome face showed resentment, "After all, it's still a step slower for you. I have Liang Yuexin, and I'm a magician. Where is the prophet?"

Looking at the dazzling white light and shadow in the sky getting brighter and brighter, Shura's face suddenly turned pale and said angrily, "Are you going to go against the chaos and change the world?"

At this moment, the woman who has been shown in the name of white face for 300 years finally regained her identity. Mengfan God, she is not the indifferent and quiet white face. She is a high god, overlooking the whole world.

Suspended in the sky, she opened her arms and sang softly. The whole world was full of her melodious Sanskrit singing. It took her 300 years to master the prophecy and the spirit return. In addition, her own spell, the soul return represents the past, the spell represents the present, and the prophecy represents the future. The three secrets can be compared with the creator god.

What about the power of the Creator?

The light around her body broke out to the extreme. The mountains and rivers were almost crushed by light swords. Everyone threw themselves to the ground with their foreheads on the ground and held their breath. The rumble, the sound of wind and thunder sounded, and the mountains and rivers seemed to be destroyed inch by inch, and the world collapsed inch by inch.

Every corner of the world heard the sound of unparalleled wind and thunder, felt the tremor of the earth, and thought in horror that the world that had been running for thousands of years was going to collapse.

Suddenly, the world returned to clarity, lightning and thunder, the sound of wind and thunder, earthquake tremor, and dazzling curtain. There was only one sun in the sky of the obscurity of the city, and clouds and fog shrouded the city.

The warriors kneeling on the ground looked at each other and thought they were in an illusion. Only then did they clearly see the miracle, and now everything is the same.

All miracles are traceless! They comforted themselves like this.

At this moment, Shura realized how terrible Mengfan God's mind was. He shouted, "Have you gone back to the past? Do you want to change the past? Do you know that a slight change in history will turn the world upside down?

"Is it so difficult for you to let go of the changes more than 300 years ago?" Shura's hand clenched into a fist.

Sura returned to the palace and saw the weak Emperor Lin Xi. He smiled and said, "We lost, Meng Fan won."

"What do you mean?"

"Meng Fan has returned to history. She wants to change the course of history. I guess she will kill Huangfu Jinglan and Wan Yan Liunian 300 years ago. In short, there will be no Mengyang Fanyang two empires, there will be no you, and nothing in these 300 years!" Shura said fiercely.

"Is everything empty at the beginning?" The emperor muttered to himself.

"Wait, there will be no more me!" Shura thought about the way.

"You are a magician, aren't you immortal?"

"No, if it hadn't been for Huangfu Jinglan and Wan Yanliunian, they wouldn't have attacked the forest, and I would always be the child who followed her?" Shura suddenly looked ferocious, "I will only hold the name of the inscription 'Lusius', and there will be no more Shura!"

"Ha ha, I like me very much now, and I don't want to go back to the past at all. I don't need these feelings at all. I'm me, and no one wants to change me!" Shura roared in a low voice, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the Fanyang barbarian army outside the city and burned the trembling warriors in front of him in a domineering manner regardless of God's punishment.

Suil and Ke Chinas, the new kings of the barbarians, immediately recognized the ghost figure with red hair and scarlet pupils. Two years ago, his father lost at the hands of this man and was beheaded by King Aleslan Khan.

He urged the horse to carry the knife and roared in a low voice, "Rain, kill that man with me!"

"Wait, I'll go!" Ye Xingchen grabbed him and stared at Shura, "I'll deal with him. He is a magician, and ordinary warriors are not his opponents!"

He obviously felt that Shura was a little flustered, and he could not escape from the palm of this man. Shura, why does this man who always grasp the overall situation panic?

The red-dressed Shura strode over barefoot, and the warriors dodged the way for him for fear that the terrible demon would burn them to ashes.

He looked at the night stars condensed with the long ice and snow sword in his hand and said with a joke, "Don't you want to say a few words to face each other?"

"I have nothing to say to you!" The night star said coldly.

"To make a long story short, your mother, that is, Meng Fan God, wants to change history and destroy the world, you have to stop her! Otherwise, I will die, you will die, and everyone in the world will die! Only I know how to stop her. Do you still want to kill me?" He opened his arms, ** his chest, and laughed at the night star holding the ice sword, "Kill me for revenge, or put down your hatred and save the world with me?" You choose by yourself!"

After a long silence, Ye Xingchen put down the sword in his hand, "What should I do?"

"I believe you will need me!" An elegant voice sounded.

Shura's scarlet eyes showed ecstasy: "The prophet is a prophet! The sky is endless!"

Shen Fan, a beautiful son, flashed out of the crowd, nodded to the king and Ye Xingchen, and looked at Shura, "Although the death of my father and brother is indirectly related to you, there is a balance in their hearts, and the world is more important than personal enmity!"

Shura sneered, "You can't kill me again. Why do you pretend to be elegant?"

"Can't you really kill it?" Shen Fan asked with a smile.

Shura's eyes were awe-eyed, and he was suspicious.

"The real great prophecy is not to foresee the future, but to operate according to the prophet's prophecy! What should you do if I predict that you will disappear? Great prophecy is actually no different from a curse!" Shen Fan's smile was a little cold.

"Ha ha, let's see!" Shura sneered.

In the sky, a woman's figure fell, and Liang Yuexin, the soul returner, also came. In thousands of years, the three secret races gathered for the first time.

Night Xingchen, the son of Mengyang, Shen Fanshuang, the son of Shen, and Liang Yuexin, the princess of Nanliang, each of them has no part in the miserable situation with Shura, and fate seems to be playing a hard trick on them.

Shura restrained his smile and said solemnly, "The soul master, the prophet and the magician gathered together. I hope it's not too late!"

He pointed to the night stars, "The three of us sent you back 300 years ago!" You are connected to Mengfan's bloodline. Only you can feel where she is, and only you have the ability to compete with Mengfan's strength!"

Sura's words attracted people around him to look at him one after another, and hundreds of thousands of eyes gathered on him, as if they had weight, which made him breathless.

He nodded and answered, "Okay!"