[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

Qiuyang He Sheng, after passing through the nine layers of smog, sifted into broken light like powder crystals.The fleeting time is also wandering here, and the whole world is so peaceful that it is not known whether it has just been born or is about to end.

Fallen leaves idle garden.The gray and white courtyard wall undulates and extends between the trees inside and outside, like a trace drawn from a freehand painting by a famous artist, with only a blurred boundary.

When he came, he saw the master resting on the rattan chair in such a scene.

His face is silent, his eyebrows are like poetry, and his forehead is a little red.Long golden hair flowed down her shoulders and over her waist.The off-white linen robe was so plain that it couldn't be said to be of shape, it was wrinkled randomly, and it was spread all over the floor under the recliner, like snow melting in the early spring.One hundred and eight sandalwood bracelets are loosely wrapped around the left wrist, and the bright yellow tassels tied on the mother-of-pearl are dragging sluggishly.

He walked up to him and asked: "The sky is bright and the sun is bright, but the master is still slacking off in a fair manner, and the sky is full of bubbling outside."

The closed eyes didn't bother to open at all, the man just turned sideways and replied: "Aren't you here?"

——It’s all flaws up and down.If he makes a move at this time...

Suddenly the body lightened, and the person was in the air—he was held up high and looked down at him.In the sky-like pupils, he clearly saw his own projection, after so many years, it was still so small.

"You have to admit defeat when you are young."

He was a little annoyed immediately, and replied bluntly: "People say, 'How can other people sleep on the side of the couch', I have never seen such a loose person like Master."

"Because this world is so boring...'Ande Sword Immortal Bed Sergeant'?" He smiled like a flower, "I am the king of Chu who asked for the famous sword all the time."

But the boy shook his head and said: "Even if there is a general, Mo Xie, who says 'If you have to use manpower, you can't cut it off', without manpower, just lying and watching the sky blindly, it's hard to be famous."

He laughed loudly after hearing this: "Chi You made the Kunwu sword from the ancient ridge, and he is the ancestor of a hundred generations; if there is really a capable general, Mo Xie, I should cut it off and throw it into the furnace."

He couldn't help being a little angry: this person is not only loose, but frivolous. "Master, a hero in the world, it's not worth it to give up yourself just for a mortal thing, just for a short-lived moment."

"Flashes in the pan are more than just a flash in the pan. You don't hear that there is a golden hook after Mo Xie." He closed his hands, wrapped the always cold little baby on his thin and thin stomach, and pressed him "You'll know in the future: Heroes often exist, but Qiu Guang doesn't. Go to sleep! Go to sleep!"

This person looks thin, but his internal strength is great. He struggled for a long time but couldn't get rid of it, and gradually fell into a coma in the darkness.Master's heartbeat is calm, which is an excellent hypnosis.He has nowhere to escape, he can only let his thoughts go, and he recalls in a trance the past story of "He Lu made the golden hook" that he had read in the book.

At that time, He Lu coveted Mo Xie, the general of the King of Chu, and offered a reward for casting swords and axes in the middle of the country.One person was greedy for a gift, and he did not hesitate to kill his second son, and used his blood to forge a pair of swords, named "Golden Hook".At the beginning, Helu didn't realize the difference, so he threw it away on scrap copper and rotten iron, and asked the swordsmith, "What's the difference between the swords?" He replied, "The two swords were forged with the blood of two sons." Then he shouted: "Wu Hong Hu Ji! I am here!" The voice continued, and the two swords came out together, flying to the front.

That was thousands of years ago, above the bright hall, among the eyes of everyone, he looked at his weapons and shouted:

"Wu Hong - Hu Ji -!"

Guling Shiyan suddenly opened his eyes.

The ink-like river water is still like a lonely embrace, not even a gleam of light sees through.Countless undercurrents surrounded him and went eastward.At this time, before reaching the front and no more queens, the water flow is the most turbulent, fierce, and bitingly cold. He woke up from the long pulse washing method, and the waves rushed over, causing pain in the body.

Ordinary people may draw the ground as a prison, or refer to a tree as an official, as the saying goes, there is nothing greater than death.But after all, he is a hero of the generation. Although he is wise but not selfish, although he is martial but not brave, he invites the king to enter the urn and fights later, and he will never give up what he has.How much hatred, after all, is rolling away with the cold current.

He turned around and kicked his feet.The huge vortex expanded rapidly, first it was a complete translucent circle, then it flew up, rose from the deep river bottom to the surface of the water, and a ray of auspicious light broke out, like a dragon shadow, like a white rainbow.The surges brought up by the tension towered one after another, and after a moment of stillness, they crashed down.For a while, the rain hit the mountains and rivers, and the river waves were turbulent. The broken waves were like fish scales, and the noise was like boiling.

After a long time, the surface of the water returned to calm, without leaving any traces.

Only the morning glow in the sky seemed to see through something, a gleam of light seeped out on the distant horizon, faintly dyed into the everlasting mist.

As if that is the sadness that never wakes up.

The quiet sound of the water was flowing, and the team lit bright torches, casting strips of light on the water surface, flying swiftly in front of them, like the timepiece of the mother of the earth. Hen Qiangu calculated that Liu Hanyan's reply had been delayed based on the flow speed too long.

He felt something was wrong vigilantly.He knew Dong Tingbi's temperament, being able to make up his mind on major issues, and not neglecting the details, and now he has not reported it. There is only one explanation: [-]% of the two sisters in Huajie have been restrained.The smoke is close at hand, and moving forward, as long as the people and horses hide in the maze of fog and smoke, everything will be fine; but Liu Hanyan falls, and he can't detect whether there is a bigger trap ahead.

He looked at the mist from a distance, as if someone was full of thoughts.

But the doubts were only dispelled in a blink of an eye, and Hen Qiangu resolutely decided to move on—whether he was waiting for a fierce general, or a gnat, mayhem and ants, just because the smoke was in sight, he could not stop him from going.

No one will know what a shame it is to be expelled from his hometown, and no one will understand that the journey home is worth anything for him.

He even waved back the sedan chair, preferring to measure the final distance himself.

Just at this moment, a gap was suddenly torn open in the densely covered night.

Everything that followed was as abrupt and menacing as if someone had dropped a wine glass at a feast.

The sparse air suddenly became dense.Several wind scythes broke into the formation, and when the two sides collided, the teeth of the beasts bit together, and clusters of blood flowers suddenly exploded.Accompanied by screams everywhere, the strangled corpses fell to the ground one after another, the smell of blood was so choking that people could not breathe, and the torches that explored the road rolled down in all directions, still burning.

Hen Qiangu only had time to draw the knife in his hand, and the huge wind pressure knocked down from the sky covered his body, and he couldn't even breathe, let alone stimulate his true strength?He tried his best to lift Huaying Shenrui more than a foot in front of him, blocking the killing wind that was as fierce as harvesting wheat and rice.With no internal strength, Mingfeng relied on his own tenacity to intercept him.The man took advantage of the trend to step back, and finally dispelled the remaining prestige.

The soles of his feet swayed, and he couldn't stand still. He pressed the knife on the ground and stopped his figure.But at this moment, there was a very sad buzzing sound, the long knife broke, and the man lost his strength, and knelt down with a "bang".

There are tens of thousands of blood vessels in the whole body jumping up and biting, the blood rushes and collides wildly, several big acupoints are frequently hit, the pain is so painful that the jaws are about to be crushed, and the throat is constantly roaring, and the pressure cannot be suppressed.The scenery was shaking, deforming, and spinning, and he couldn't even judge the distance after a strong move.

A black image of overwhelming hatred enveloped him at this moment.Hen Qiangu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his temple hair danced.

"噗!" With a sound, the clear sound like a jade chime exploded in the ear, and the oppression was lifted.He raised his head and saw the azure figure standing in front of him.

A jet-black ancient sword sealed the gorgeous weapon that was pointing obliquely at Hen Qiangu's throat, the ochre-colored sword robe was still falling quietly, and the hand leading the sword twisted indiscernibly, resolutely abandoning defense for attack, exerting strength vigorously, The opponent's weapon bounced away.

The tall black shadow leaped in mid-air and landed soundlessly.The endless pearls and jade intertwined, rubbing out a little shattered light, the dry dust rolled up under his feet, and the thick robe flew up like a roar.

"The black sin peacock..." Hen Qiangu said dumbly.

"Qiangong, stand back."

The trace has been traced through the ages, but no sound has been made.

And that radiant and beautiful low-pitched voice melted away in the icy clash of swords and soldiers in a blink of an eye.

Bian Xijun raised his sword and stabbed in an ordinary manner, but his posture was impeccable. His inner strength surged from his waist and swung out along his shoulders, straight to the point and straight to the opponent's heart.

The opponent dodged sideways, and immediately made a backhand, still keeping the scabbard out.At the beginning of the first block, I didn't try my best, but when the two soldiers touched, there was a slight numbness and pain that spread to the brain, and the roots of the teeth were rusty and sweet.

Surprised for a moment, the thick black image disappeared at the end of his eyes as if blown away by the wind, and at the same time the air in the right rear suddenly became cold.

The right hand does not use weapons, so it is the absolute weak side. If the abilities of each other are close to each other in the battle, most of the moves will fall on the strong side holding the weapon, and there is rarely a "bullying" situation.But the situation in front of him is the sharpness of the midfielder coming over.

With almost only instinct left, he jumped up and flipped backwards. The moment he hung upside down, he saw the bright reflection.

This floating and flipping movement is abnormal, let alone attacking and defending. He knew that the striker would reverse his attack midway, so he quickly used the strength of his waist and abdomen to forcibly change it into a horizontal rotation, and threw out the attack with all his strength. Sword Qi.

His body was incredibly light, and even time seemed to be lost for a moment.The wavy fringed tulle is attached to the plain skirt, stretching quietly in the air.In a moment like poetry and love, a pair of cold eyes fixed on the position of the black peacock, and a breath of true energy held in his chest for a long time suddenly pushed up the tip of the sword, and the scabbard whirled into the air, spit out the white blade, and the blue thunder light Shot out, a sword like a god.

Sure enough, the black sinful peacock swiped his sword back, and the two sword qi between the brothers collided head-on, recklessly shattered into a thousand sections of gale, hit the river waves and cliffs hard, gravel fell and flew, and the weeds trembled and trembled.The air mass of the invisible sphere was hot and scorching, and the two were separated to the two sides for more than ten feet.

A moment of calm.

"Bian Xijun..." The scabbard seemed to be pulled by something, and it flew back automatically, but his eyes were fixed on the other party, and he asked, "Aren't you supposed to be at the Heaven's Pardoning Sacrifice?"

As the Sacramental Inquisitors against the sea, what could be more important than walking their avenue of eternal life?

This question of his was also giving himself time to adjust his breath. It was not the first time he had fought against the Black Sin Peacock, but he was at a disadvantage from the first move, and he only managed to get away with a rogue.In just one round, it was like a slap in the face, and he was shocked and chilled.

Unexpectedly, the Black Sin Peacock didn't speak at all, and there was no change in expression on his face. He just slowly raised his left arm, and the heart of the fist moved forward as hard as possible, so that the sword and the arm formed a dangerous angle.With a sudden jump, the dust was everywhere, and the person was already approaching, and then followed a small jump to increase the speed a second time. At the same time, the wrist was twisted, and the gorgeous saber named "Six Fu Seal Ring" drew a first moon. arc.The end of the path was originally the enemy's throat, but it was blocked by the ancient sword three inches away.There is no desire to fight, the long sword inlaid with precious stones is as light as a snake, and it will be split when it is touched, and it will be cut to the other side with the backhand.The opponent's horizontal sword swung around, just as he arrived, he let out another long sigh of "嗡——".

Black Sin Peacock's footwork is extraordinarily precise and solid, striking out forcefully, really domineering; but the way of the sword is compact, chopping, cutting, stretching and stabbing, aiming to penetrate.The moves are continuous, like a bunch of shark beads thrown around, all over the ground are smooth and jumpy, making it impossible for people to start.After more than ten rounds of fighting, the brilliance of the blows splashed everywhere, illuminating every corner.

The opponent retreated to defend against his left and right attacks.With a move of "Eight Smoke Sky Shadow", the black sinful peacock kicked back, a few feet off the ground, the long sword danced a dazzling sword flower, and disappeared in smoke.While Qi Yun opened and closed, his body twisted unbelievably downwards, and a sword stabbed at him.And the opponent has just issued a big move, in order to take advantage of the situation to output the remaining power, so as not to react on him, so his arms are slightly opened, and he still maintains an open posture.

Just a few feet away, he was surprisingly calm. He bent his right knee forward and formed a reverse lunge. His abnormally flexible body twisted back to the right as far as possible, avoiding the sword in the chest from the gap that could not be opened.He even resolutely abandoned the sword, turned his palms and climbed up, grabbing the black sinful peacock's wrist.This is a move to turn defeat into victory. You only need to twist down desperately, and then take advantage of the opponent's loss of strength to hit an elbow hard on the back, and you can catch it.

But never expected that the Black Sin Peacock reacted faster than him. The moment he felt that his hand was about to be caught, he changed his strength again, pressed down with his elbow, and changed the direction of the sword tip to cut back diagonally.

The opponent took an extremely difficult reverse lunge, and there was no room for flexibility.As a last resort, he could only straighten his right foot, turn forward and dodge, leaving an unobstructed back to come out.

The black sin peacock just returned the sword gracefully, holding the resplendent sword tall and proud at the back.Seeing this empty door, how could he let it go, raised his leg and kicked vigorously, and the opponent flew out immediately.

With a sound of "Tong!", the body hit the stone wall and rolled down again.Under the violent impact, the shadow-like phantom light outside him was also shattered heavily, and a green dress transformed from the fading light and shadow.In the gathering and scattered dust, he coughed very painfully, and the emerald tassels on his cumbersome bun flew like silk.

The stern face of the Black Sin Peacock finally showed a look of anger as if it was cracked: "Are you ignorant?!"

"Cough cough cough cough... yes..." Yandu Bamboo Palace propped up his back in embarrassment, climbed up the mountain wall and stood up slowly, the overflowing blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, hanging out a look that was extremely depressed and embarrassing in the eyes of Bian Xijun. With an extremely disgusted expression, "I'm sorry, I made you admit your mistake again!"

I don't know if the kick just now broke his spine, Tantai Wuzhu was top-heavy, and his back was in excruciating pain.In the dark night, his vision became more and more blurred, and he only felt a blockage in his chest, and then someone grabbed him tightly at the neck, which made him feel as if his neck was about to be strangled.Amidst the thundering heartbeat, he heard the enemy's dangerous breath gushing out from his ears: "Where is the ancient mausoleum dying smoke? Where is it?!"

"...To be honest..." He quickly said, "I don't know..."

No lie.In order to protect himself from any danger, the grand master didn't even tell the nearest Hen Qiangu and Tantai Wuzhu when and how he would return to Yandu.

Smoke works, it always has.

"Where's Zhu Han?!"

There was a muffled sound of cracking, and the old mottled pine table coughed violently like a crooked old woman, and immediately fell apart and shattered into sawdust.

The people in the hall thumped and bowed down.

Ban Ting is leading the people to the agreed place in the fog lock and smoke maze, in order to meet the great master who returned from Gushe Mountain, halfway, but received three smoke messages.For some reason, when he saw the news of the smoke, he was so frightened that he forgot everything, picked up his robe and ran to Zhu's house down the Nanshan Mountain.

As a result, he was asked, "Where's Zhu Han?"

Zhu Han? ...

Banting Pingyue thought that something serious had happened, but now he was confused by the question.Zhu Han has always been timid, and would only follow Gong Wuhou obediently; in the turmoil many years ago, it was Nishinomiya who risked his life to save his life, and now his status is embarrassing, and he dare not go out, why do you want to ask him again today? ?

Wan Ting had no choice but to answer honestly: "This subordinate has never met Young Master Zhu before!"

He thought about the important task of welcoming back the great master again, and couldn't help but feel anxious, but he couldn't wait for the instructions from above for a long time, and couldn't leave for a while, so he had no choice but to secretly look up.

Gong Wuhou had a sullen face, with an excessively pale complexion and blood and tears at the corners of her eyes, she looked extremely erratic and frightening in the dark and blinded washroom.It just so happened that an autumn wind blew open the front door and swept around the house, sawdust and dust fluttered on his face, as if Dan Gong's anger had taken shape.He desperately held back his coughing and sneezing, and fell down again in pain.

In fact, Gong Wuhou was entangled and wanted to ask him to lead the people from the dark pavilion to search, but after thinking about it, he had no evidence, let alone the position and authority to instruct them to do this or that.

In the final analysis, he was blindly wallowing in the frustration that he didn't understand, and he was bored for many days without saying a word and in a trance.When he suddenly realized how lifeless the room was, and there was no sound of people at all, Zhu Han had long been lost.He turned Yandu Nanlu upside down long ago, and got nothing.He knew in his heart that Zhu Han would never leave without a trace without a trace, and he was probably in distress.

On the one hand, he was worried, and on the other hand, he blamed himself.But Wan Ting didn't know what he was thinking, but felt that the person in front of him was trying to suppress him, which made him breathe carefully.

If it was the past, Dan Gong would have ignored it long ago and sent the brigade to find someone to turn the world upside down.But now, facing a matter that was taken for granted in the past, Gong Wuhou thought of all kinds of people and all kinds of entanglements, and the past was turbulent, rolling in her chest, with heavy pressure and heavy pressure, gradually smoothing out the initial breath.In the end, he just waved his hands weakly and said, "It's okay, you can go."

Wan Ting was taken aback again.He watched Dan Gong's expression flicker, and he knew that Zhu Han must be in danger.He was about to ask, when there was a rush of footsteps outside, and a man who looked like a dark pavilion rushed in hastily, hissing and shouting.

The two people in the room were stunned when they heard Qiqi.

"Report—! The cigarette is on fire!"

God Zhu Rong was summoned by a few minions of Nihai Chongfan who stayed outside Yandu with the pagan "blessing fire".They waited for the birth to arrive, and remembered Meng Haisheng's order before he left, so they lit the withered weeds in late autumn with the fire sticks in their hands. With a sound of "嗤——", the flame suddenly shot up high, and then scattered in all directions like a torrent.The few people who started the fire had no time to escape, the fangs of the fire beast bit their clothes corners, and the panicked shouts were heard a few feet away, and then there was no sound, and the flames wrapped around and engulfed people in an instant.

The fire front was in a fan shape, overlapping and crisscrossing like ocean waves, approaching the surrounding peaks of Yandu rapidly.Pieces of weeds close to the ground were ignited, and after the sound of "rustling" similar to nibbling, black charred soil and hot white smoke were left behind.The taller trees were quickly burnt off their branches and leaves, and clusters of flames flew in all directions, connecting more companions.The earth seems to have been poured a pot of dyes, gold, red, brown, deep purple... The black canvas was smeared wantonly, and it rushed into the deeper darkness.A large amount of black smoke gathered above Yandu, looming over the city like a waking nightmare.The temperature gradually scorched, the dome gradually turned red, and even the divine light of the formation left by Nishinomiya Diaoying back then dimmed.

"How could this happen!" Ban Ting was horrified.

He swept up to a high ground with Gong Wuhou, and what he saw and heard seemed to burn his thoughts away.

Smoke is afraid of fire.Among the four wonders, the air of its earth belongs to wood, so the water and soil are warm and harmonious. The great master once proudly recited a sentence "reading all the spring colors in the world".But when fire is made with wood gas, the smoke is the most taboo to burn. It spreads so fast that even the slightest bit of flame will bring about the disaster of burning the palace and destroying the city.

To make matters worse, there is a volcano directly opposite Yandupo Yantai, which used to be filled with smoke for people to climb on a railing; but now it has become gunpowder tied to the feet of everyone in Yandu: it spews out slowly The flue gas and smoke are different from the water mist in the mountains and fields. It contains a lot of sulfur and carbon dust, which will explode in case of fire.Once it erupts, the smoke tower will bear the brunt and is doomed.Right now, the fuse has been ignited and burned miles away.

Thick smoke scorched the sky, scorching waves forced people, dead branches and fallen leaves were like weeping, and the howling and crying could be heard in the mountains.

"Dan Gong! Farewell, subordinate!" Wan Ting clasped his fists together, and immediately jumped a few times, and disappeared on the lush mountain road.

Gong Wuhou turned around, but didn't have time to say a word.

He looked back, the line of fire was gradually closing in, and the bright flames were jumping up and down under his feet, like the wings of a circling Suzaku, brilliant and gentle.

The scarlet flames separated a clear line of grievances and grievances.Zhu Han is just outside the boundaries, the child who has been with him since he was a child, even if he is unable to shield him from the wind and rain, he is willing to use his simple and honest heart to beat him to the ground. He is his servant, his friend, and he wants to survive. In the disgusting life where you can't do anything, you can't do it, but you can't speak in a low voice.

And what about within the boundaries?He thought about all the past, as if standing at the door of a gloomy prison cell and looking back at the trapped beasts inside.The early years were difficult, thirty years of fame, one hundred thousand miles of smoke and snow, never thought, holding a red sword empty, dusty brocade clothes, no king's favor to repay on the golden platform, and no national hatred tormenting people under the Buddha Temple .

He silently took one step down the mountain, followed by two steps, and then ran to the west where Zhu Han often slipped out.

Walking to the bottom of the mountain, there were crowds of people in the smoky atmosphere, and amidst the noise of shouting and begging, he vaguely heard someone giving orders: "...you! Divide into four routes, and rush people up the mountain!..."

Gong Wuhou looked at the shivering common people from a distance like a frightened bird at this time. After hearing the clear instructions, the squirming huge crowd formed into two groups and began to walk deep into the mountains.At the imminent moment, Yandu people still showed strong rigor and discipline.Farther away, people from the dark pavilion lineage picked up the long dragon, and poured buckets of river water passing through the city on the four open fires in an attempt to delay the progress of the fire.

Futou common people and high-ranking scholars, regardless of high or low, all showed a real and innocent appearance; this city, like a severely wounded giant, had a high fever and convulsed, but still maintained its final sobriety and dignity.

Everything is as if he is there.

Gong Wuhou stopped to take a look, then it was difficult to turn around and leave.He looked up tiredly, thinking, really, hell for others.

How can I have the heart to ask your soul to cross the Guanshan again and again, day and night restless.

"The fire spreads from bottom to top, how can you let people go up the mountain again?"

With an order to stop, the noisy mountains near and far fell silent.Countless eyes gathered on one person, at first it was unbelievable, but immediately turned into excitement.

"...Dan Palace..."

"Dan Palace..."

"Dan Palace!—"

Thousands of peaks, corresponding to the same voice.

Everyone saw the bronze fire reflected on his face, and two ebony hairpins slanted into a rough bun behind his head, and the loose hair fluttered in the heat wave.The wide sleeves like a phoenix feather are winding and floating, casting a slender shadow independently, back and forth in the light and dark changes of the dance of light.

For a while, the wilderness was silent again, except for the burning of the mountain fire and the low hum of the heat wave.

Dan Gong lightly raised his arm, and the sleeve edge of the peony-wrapped longevity pattern covered the back of his hand, revealing a section of fat-like knuckles.Today he was only wearing the scarlet single shirt, the Yunlong jacquard was not visible at night, and he was not like Yushu Liuguang and Mingpei Zhaoqi in his memory.But the pure red is so thick that it is extremely bright, even if it is said that "gold and fire flow together", it will not be able to melt the red blood that will turn green after three years.Everyone looked in awe.

The wind blows the red sleeves, the red silk flutters high and low, Gong Wuhou glanced at it and said: "The east wind is blowing now, I have ordered that all people in the whole territory evacuate to the east, and the dark pavilion will evacuate the crowd according to the old rules, and at the same time Send another person to go up the mountain quickly, and be sure to bring down everyone who is trapped on the mountain without landing!"

Banting Pingyue was so excited that his body was trembling non-stop, he bowed fiercely and replied: "Yes!"

Li Huo continued to cook this warm and moist land, and the sky was dyed with a sickly glow, like the bloody mouth of a beast chewing its prey.

The flow of people started to move again, passing by Gong Wuhou with blurred faces, and the shadows of candles dotted on the Santu River.Among them were elders, young children, famous men who were praised by everyone, and nobles who were as rich as a country, but none of them were his relatives, his friends, his teachers, his elders, his kings, or his lords. father.

He came here alone, so it's okay to leave empty-handed.

But I’m not reconciled—revenge for half my life, but I almost didn’t continue that breath at the last moment, and I couldn’t get out of the palm of the great master after all; Dig the man out of the ground, so that he can be grabbed by the collar and forced to ask: Why do you leave all this for him to bear?

Gong Wuhou suddenly turned around, and threw herself into the burning fate.

In a hurry, someone saw a figure walking in the opposite direction. After looking carefully, he froze, and shouted loudly from a distance: "Dan Gong——!"

As the shouts spread, more and more people turned their heads for no reason, followed by shouting loudly: "Dan Palace is not allowed!" "It's dangerous there!"

He seemed to have heard it, and stopped for a while, but it seemed like he didn't hear it, and he just looked back suddenly, with no sadness or joy on his face.Surrounded by bright flames, it looks like a king's flag fluttering high.The red clothes were dyed at night, and there were many variations, but the blood and tears burned at this moment, brighter than the flames, with thousands of red lights, circling around the body, gradually melting the figure into the fire.

Without waiting for them to do anything to save them, Huo Yi closed up at this moment, and within a breath, the person was gone.