An Yi waved his hand and said, "Do you believe it? As long as you work hard, he can see that he will come back to you."

Ye Zhikuang was startled and turned back to look at An Yi: "Why do you say that?"

"You just want to win this battle and take back your home, right?" An Yi asked.

Ye Zhikuang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then, come with me." An Yi stroked the piano, flicked the strings with his hand, and the golden beetle suspended in mid-air was instantly captured by him.

Ye Zhikuang looked at An Yi's actions in shock, puzzled: "What do you want to do?"

"Mo Junxie gave me the freedom I wanted, so now is the time for me to give it back to him." A hand clenched his little hand, pulled her, and quickly opened the door of the palace.

The people led by Mrs. Murong stood guard outside the door, and they surrounded the palace tightly.

Seeing An Yi, Mrs. Murong was shocked. The elders of other families were also very shocked when they looked at An Yi. They all raised their fingers and pointed at An Yi and said, "Isn't this... Prince An Yi?"

"Prince An Yi is not dead!"

"Your Majesty, he is not dead..."

Some family elders shouted with joy.

Mrs. Murong didn't think it was a good thing that An Yi was alive, because he was with Ye Zhikuang at the moment.

"Your Majesty, since he's not dead, that's the best thing. Your Majesty, please leave that evil girl quickly. She is the only true dragon descendant who was passed down from the true dragon more than ten years ago." Mrs. Murong held a cane with her face full.

Seriously.

An Yi stroked the piano, not wanting to waste words with old Mrs. Murong. The piano sounded, and a group of golden beetles flew out of his pockets.

His eyes were full of bloodthirsty chill, and the movements of playing the strings became faster and more agile. The sound contained eardrum-shaking power, causing people around him to cover their ears.

Ye Zhikuang looked at the resurrected golden beetle and was so excited that he could not speak.

"What's going on?" Ye Zhikuang asked.

"The time has passed long ago. Gui Jianchou would have come back a long time ago. Now, I can only give you my piano soul. From now on..." An Yi's voice floated in her ears like the wind.

Ye Zhikuang's heart tightened and he asked: "What would you do without the soul of the piano..."

An Yi turned around, smiled faintly at her, and kept playing the strings with his slender hands: "Don't ask anything, just let all grudges end tonight."

The music was strange and chilling, and the golden beetles flew ferociously towards the group of people surrounding the palace.

The sound of killing, the cry of pain, the buzzing of golden beetles, both the enemy and Ye Zhikuang's side suffered heavy losses.

When Mu Qingfeng and An Xuyao ​​arrived, the corpses were piled up in mountains, and Ye Zhikuang was slowly walking towards the old lady Murong with a sword in his hand.

The old lady was covered in blood, and a section of the crutch she was holding was cut off. She stepped back unsteadily, but her voice was still serious: "Ye Zhikuang, it's useless, you can't fight us,

You real dragon clan members all deserve to die."

"Really?" Ye Zhikuang's eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty cold light, probably inspired by the dragon soul, which made her eyes also glow red.

"Then let's try and see who deserves to die." She put her index finger on the sword and made a stroke without hesitation, using blood as alliance, heart as bond, and soul as death. The most poisonous curse of a true dragon is not destruction.

Instead of killing you, I will let you live life after death and let you suffer physical destruction.

One sword, swing down.

The red light broke through the nine heavens in an instant.

Mu Qingfeng's eyes widened suddenly, she picked up the sword in her hand and shouted sternly: "No."

He wanted to stop Ye Zhikuang, but when he swung the sword in his hand, Ye Zhikuang pierced the old lady Murong's body with the sword first, and the red light penetrated her heart and body.

In Ye Zhikuang's eyes, apart from the excitement that dissipated due to resentment, only a faint pain remained.

Mu Qingfeng's sword was also struck on her back.

It was just a sword, but it seemed like it was going to kill her whole life.

Slowly turning around, she saw a dazzling white light blocking her behind. What hurt her was not her body, but the pain of the person who suddenly appeared behind her that pulled her heart.

She widened her eyes and looked at the man in white clothes, taking Mu Qingfeng's sharp sword with his bare hands.

The spirit of the fairy lingered around the man's body, and the stinging pain was quickly wiped away by him, and the wounds in her heart gradually healed.

The sword in Ye Zhikuang's hand fell with a clang, and he exclaimed: "Mo Junxie, you..."

It's him, it's him...

She never dreamed that he would actually be standing behind her alive. He never thought that he would come back to her at the critical moment. If it weren't for her, she would have died by Mu Qingfeng's sword.

Mo Junxie turned around and smiled faintly at her, then frowned in distress and said, "I knew I would fail. What a bunch of losers."

Ye Zhikuang opened his arms and desperately hugged Mo Junxie from behind, pressing his face against his back, enjoying the broad back of the person he had not seen for a long time.

"Next, leave it to me." Mo Junxie pushed hard with both hands, and a burst of white light bounced Mu Qingfeng's sword back, followed by a hand covering Ye Zhikuang's hand.

He flicked a white light with one hand, and the roar of dragons rippled in the sky. He took Ye Zhikuang and flew into the air.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Mu Qingfeng and said: "Mu Qingfeng, is this how the master of Lingshan teaches you how to treat all living beings as equal in this sea of ​​people?"

Mu Qingfeng held the sword on her back: "I have never despised any life."

"Then why don't you stop these stupid humans?" Mo Junxie asked, pointing to the dead and injured people lying on the ground.

Mu Qingfeng glanced at the people around him, frowned deeply and said, "I stopped you."

"You've stopped me before telling me about this kind of scene." Mo Junxie waved his sword, and a white light struck out a path. He said coldly: "Since you can't stop the real dragon from fighting with humans, then... it's up to me.

This former patron saint of Junlan City will make a decision for you."

He spread his hands and drew a light screen in mid-air. The screen displayed the boundary map of Junlan City and the five surrounding countries. He said coldly: "Human beings are no longer allowed to intrude into the territory of the True Dragon Clan.

Lan City will be the place where the Yinwu Clan will retreat, and the True Dragon Clan people will no longer be allowed to step out of Lan City. No matter who disobeys the order, does not take good care of their own people, wanders into other worlds, and kills them! Moreover, they must not be challenged for this.

Do you think it is appropriate or inappropriate to start an unnecessary war?"

"No." An Xuyao ​​looked at Ye Zhikuang who was hugging Mo Junxie. If this was the case, then he would never see her daughter again.

"Can't you?" Mo Junxie's eyes turned cold, and he slashed at An Xuyao ​​with his sword.

"Ah..." An Xuyao ​​was struck by the sword light and fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Junxie looked at Mu Qingfeng and asked, "Do you think it's okay or not?"

"You are Luo Shen." He was the former patron saint of Junlan City, and the only person who went to Junlan City was Luo Shen.

I didn't expect that.

Mo Junxie smiled indifferently: "The issue we are discussing now has nothing to do with whether I am the Luo Shen or not. Mu Qingfeng, can you swear an oath with me on behalf of Lingshan?"

Mu Qingfeng looked at Ye Zhikuang, a strange emotion appeared in her eyes, and her eyebrows could not help but frown. She lay in his arms and closed her eyes, because the blood splashed on her eyebrows, which made her eyebrows a little red.

, adding a touch of enchantment to her delicate appearance.

He turned his face away, picked up the sword, and slashed it hard in the palm of his hand. Blood spattered and fell on the light screen in front of Mo Junxie at the boundary between the Five Kingdoms and Junlan City.

The barrier that makes it impossible for humans and the True Dragon Clan to be connected together means that Junlan City will be hidden in another world, another time and space, and humans will never find this clan again.

Seeing this, Mo Junxie put his hand on Ye Zhikuang's hand and said, "It only hurts a little bit."

Before Ye Zhikuang opened her eyes, he made a small cut on her finger, and the blood dripped into the water-shaped light screen. It combined with Mu Qingfeng's blood to form a barrier instantly, and everything seemed to be revived.

, the dead came to life, and the injured were healed by the light.

Qibao, Guijianchou, An Yi, and Ye Zhikuang's friends were all marked with the seals of the True Dragon Clan. They gathered around Ye Zhikuang's feet and looked up at Ye Zhikuang, who was all red.

Ye Zhikuang let go of Mo Junxie, looked at Qibao looking at her former good friends, and asked: "Are you willing to come with me?"

Gui Jianchou has his own ghost realm, but he is willing to leave here with all the soldiers in the ghost realm.

Qibao jumped up and said: "I am willing, I am willing to follow you through thousands of mountains and rivers, and follow you through the world, but you have to feed me."

A broken shoe flew from nowhere and hit Qibao hard on the face, causing him to burst into pieces.

Feng Qianchen is the God of Creation. He can travel through all time and space in the world. He tilted his mouth and blew a breath and said: "If you don't want to go, you have to go by yourself."

Ye Zhikuang raised the corners of his lips: "Okay, I heard that those gold and silver mines are full of treasures."

"I do, I do, I do..."

At this time, a purple figure walked slowly from a distance. He walked towards her with a clear and clear voice, and his voice was as clean and loud as the water of a clear spring: "I am willing-"

Ye Zhikuang was startled and looked at Bai Chenxiao who was coming.

As soon as he finished speaking, another blue figure also flew from a distance on a dragon: "I am willing-"

Mo Junxie's face turned dark.

Bai Chenxiao and Murong Fu are both here to join in the fun...

"You... all are not allowed to go -" Mo Junxie roared!

Mu Qingfeng looked at those people, turned around and left with a feeling of indifference.

After the dust settled, the situation changed greatly in just one night. Those who woke up could no longer remember what happened that night.

Ye Zhikuang followed her friends into the time and space of Junlan City.

She turned around and looked at the two petite figures who seemed to be running in front of her, one Nie Jing and the other Murong Tiantian.
To be continued...