Run the way

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"Urgent report, urgent report..." The monks who looked like guards flew in the sky at high speed, and they strengthened their voices with true energy to achieve the purpose of amplifying the sound.

"By the order of Emperor Hanye, Emperor Hanye's capital will be closed for ten days, and from the fifth day onwards, the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony will be held."

"Senior sister, we can't get out, what should we do?" Leng Chen and the three girls looked at Beiming Qiantong, their beautiful eyes were full of inquiries.

"Wait." Beiming Qiantong drank the Bing Xinzui in the cup, and the purple-gold light in the double pupils flickered continuously.

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The vision of Beifeng Frontier Field has appeared on the Hanye Imperial Capital for more than half a month. At this moment, the morning light is twilight, the night is receding, and the thick fog is gradually dissipating. I have never seen the sun and moon in the sky.

A white-haired boy, with a weed in his mouth, was lying quietly on the roof of a pavilion with his legs crossed.There is light flickering in the pair of pupils, looking at the color of the dawn in the sky and the Beifeng border field in the dawn.Just lying down so quietly, Bai Ye has been lying down all night.

This was the fifth day of Emperor Han Ye's closure of the city, and he was waiting for the fifteen super orthodoxy to open the battlefield.The blood of black and white is like a torrent rushing in his body. After the last five days of cultivation, his realm has not improved, and he is still the first to enter the alchemy.

But his blood has already mutated, from bright red blood mixed with black and white runes to black and white blood.His meridians are countless more than those of the human race, but they are still divided into arteries and veins. At this moment in his body, black is moving, white is still, black is vertical, and white is horizontal.

This is a qualitative change, which is closely related to the skill he practiced, "The Transformation of the Demon God". Feeling the demon power in his body, he couldn't help but feel a burst of comfort.

Bai Ye was still lying there. According to the ancient law of this era, all sacrifices had to be carried out within an hour of dawn, so he wouldn't wait too long.Not far from him was a tent, Xuechan Lengchen and three daughters slept in it, while Beiming Qiantong sat cross-legged at the side, the phantom of Yujinhua constantly appeared behind her.

A golden chariot, exuding dazzling divine light, was pulled by nine-headed dragons, and slowly came from the horizon.The nine-headed flood dragons were all as black as ink, and their beast pupils were as bright as jade.From time to time, they send out dragon chants, riding the dawn morning wind.

Behind him is a silver chariot, pulled by five white saber-toothed tigers, and a young man in golden armor stands on it, with a white cloak fluttering in the wind. Qi.

"Look, it's His Majesty the Emperor, he's come out." Someone shouted in the street.Those were the people who got up early in the morning. Their cultivation bases were weak, and although they had no chance to participate in the trial, they still had a heart to join in the fun. Fifteen super orthodox people appeared at the same time. It is a supreme honor.

"There is still His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince, look quickly."

"That's someone from Luotian Daomen..."

"I saw Daoist Luo Fuzi."

Every corner of Hanye Imperial Capital was filled with crowds, whoever pointed to the east, there was a group of Taoist-like people exuding divine brilliance.

There are silver patterns engraved on their foreheads, which are the sky pattern, and it is the proof of practicing this teaching method.Behind the head of the person, there is a god ring emerging, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

A burst of chanting sounded, the voice was deep and hoarse, but it could spread throughout the entire imperial capital.One by one, believers in loose purple robes appeared in the sky. They recited the scriptures and made seals on their hands, "Welcome the archbishop."

A figure, dressed in a purple-black cloak, appeared in front of Emperor Jialing and the people from Luo Tian Dao Sect. "Bishop Zilong, long time no see."

"What about other orthodox people?"

"On the way." Luo Fuzi smiled, glanced at his side, and then there was a little disappointment in his eyes.

"Archbishop, Archbishop Liuyue said that she will arrive after a while."

"Okay, I see, you go down." After listening to the sound transmission of the disciples, Zilong nodded, and his face instantly became gloomy.

"Why, Liuyue didn't come, didn't she always appear with you?"

"Fellow Luo Fuzi, don't worry about the members of my sect. My bishop advises you, it's better to take good care of the people in your Luotian Dao Sect."

As time went by, one after another super orthodox people appeared in the sky, joining other orthodox people.

"Emperor Jialing, wish us a happy cooperation." In the sky, people from all the Daoist lines had already arrived, and a fat man with the appearance of an amiable shopkeeper said to Emperor Han Ye, and he waved lightly. A glass of turbid wine was placed, and then everyone raised their glasses together and drank the wine in the glass.

This fat man is named Why Jinsheng. He has an nickname "Smiling Tiger" on Hantian Road in the northern region. The force behind him is called Baishulou, which is extremely mysterious in the northern region. It is said that every slightly prosperous place in the northern region has their shops. Cultivator They also know that in the constant change of dynasties in the entire northern border of the barren world, the Baishulou stands still.

Everyone present knew that, except for Emperor Jialing of the Han Ye Empire, the other party was just an envoy sent by their respective sects, and they could only be regarded as errands. As for the territory, Han Ye Empire really can't get a share of it.

"Come here, bring sacrifices." The Jialing Emperor's old voice sounded, and four guards dressed in golden armor appeared among the crowd. Together, they threw the golden spears in their hands into the air, and their true essence swirled around. A huge silver magic circle appeared in midair.

Except for the cultivators of various orthodoxy and the royal family of the Han Ye Empire present, everyone could only see a transparent crystal ball emitting divine light from the silver magic circle.In mid-air, the Fifth Prince who was on the silver chariot was stunned for a moment when he saw the silver ball of light, and then his expression returned to calm.

"Chanting." The old voice sounded again, and the monks from the sixteen forces recited the mysterious scriptures at the same time. The color is tangible, and it gradually surges amidst the sound of chanting.

On the top of the building, Beiming Qiantong stood in place, a terrifying coercion maintained a distance of ten feet around her body, sometimes close and sometimes far away.There was a purple-gold cold light in her double pupils. She stared at the golden chariot above the sky. With the eyesight far beyond that of ordinary monks, she saw the true appearance of the entire silver magic circle.

In the transparent crystal ball, there was a figure curled up inside.It was a little girl with silver hair that reached to her heels, long eyelashes, skin carved from powder and jade, a lovely face, and pale pupils in white eyes.

At this moment, she was undressed, just maintaining a curled up state, and tears flowed from her eyes, but she clenched her teeth, and she was enduring the scorching and burning of the transparent flame.

"Fifteen sister..." Beiming Qiantong's beautiful eyes flashed a stern look, and the terrifying coercion bloomed from around her body at this moment. She took a step forward and rose into the air. Among them, there was an increasingly prosperous purple-gold brilliance. She raised her head, holding violets in her hands, and stepping on tulips.

"Senior Sister, stay safe and don't be impatient." A white-haired boy appeared behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.The tulips and violets all disappeared at this moment, and Beiming Qiantong fell back to the roof of the building again. She was surprised to find that her strength had been completely suppressed by the hand on her shoulder.

"Huh..." She let out a breath of cold air, and finally stopped struggling, but she chose to lower her head, not to face the tragedy of the little girl who was about to leave the world. "She is my No.15 sister..."

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, he put his hand down, but then he chose to finish listening to the story.

"She is 14 years old this year..."

"She has never seen the sun..."

"She can't practice, she said, she only has me as an older sister..."

Two lines of tears flowed from Beiming Qiantong's double pupils, "One day, I want this country to be destroyed." Her voice sounded, and Bai Ye suddenly felt the temperature around her drop dozens of degrees.

"Senior Sister, Chenlu will help you." Leng Chen's three women stood behind Beiming Qiantong and Bai Ye at some point, and the three women spoke together, with uniform voices.

In the sky, as the monks were chanting scriptures and making seals, the silver magic circle was moving faster, and the crystal had already melted into a pure liquid, enveloping the fifteen princesses of the Cold Night Empire.

"Bei Mingqi, I want you to die." A loud shout sounded, and a figure appeared in the midair. He was dressed in a black dragon robe with stars dotted on it, and he was wearing an imperial crown. Holding a big halberd, pointing to the golden chariot.

He waved the big halberd in his hand, agitated the true energy in his whole body, and only sent out one blow.A black blade headed straight towards the golden chariot, and once it appeared, it showed supreme power, beheading a full 21 Nascent Soul stage guards under the blade.

"Nizi..." Emperor Jialing murmured, and then slapped the figure with a palm, a black palm print appeared in the air, destroyed the blade, and went towards the figure.At this moment, Emperor Jialing's expression was indifferent, his eyes full of murderous intentions.

He had already killed his seven sons and daughters for the Heavenly Sacrifice. The Third Prince in front of him was nothing more than a piece of trash, yet he dared to wear the dragon robe that Emperor Han Ye could only wear. He was a rebel.

"Hahahahaha..." The figure laughed wildly, and in a flash, he went straight to the silver magic circle.

"Hey, I said, open the door ahead of time, you sixteen scumbags have asked me if you have." A figure in Tsing Yi appeared in front of the monks, looking at them with a smile on his face.

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