All he said was prophecy

Liang Quan said softly, "There's something wrong with you."

In such a tense atmosphere, Yang Guang did not forget to wonder how Liang Quan knew his current situation, "Why is the little Daoist so worried? Could it be that he can't trust your cute little wooden man?"

After saying this, Yang Guang silently despised him twice. Such words sound a little scary.

Liang Quan said helplessly, "The little paper man is very anxious."

The connection between the little paper man and the little wooden man is a spontaneous behavior, the two little ones can know each other's situation, and the little paper man here can't wait to grow on Liang Quan's body, which is enough to explain the emergency situation.

Although Yang Guang spoke softly, he seemed to be aware of it from outside. Nangong Ming's slightly hoarse and stiff voice sounded again, "Your Majesty, has something happened to you?"

Yang Guang was unable to complain about the voice, and lay down quietly on the soft bed without saying a word.

There was no movement at all in the tent, the stiff shadow outside was twisting its body, Yang Guang could see clearly that the person outside did not turn around, his head was turned from front to back, according to ordinary people, this head should be It was broken directly.

The distorted figure didn't notice the movement inside, and quietly turned its head back.

Yang Guang held the little wooden figure still, if it was Nan Gongming... he should have died long ago.

The movement of Liang Quan getting up made Xiao Daoist Gu, who was sleeping around the fire in a daze, startled. He poked his head out from under his thick clothes, and looked at the person who suddenly stood up, "Senior brother?"

His tone was slurred, and he seemed to be unconscious.

Liang Quan waved his sleeves and said softly, "I have something to go out for a while."

Gu Qingyuan was soothed by Liang Quan's calm tone, and fell asleep again.Stepping on the snow in early winter, there were no footsteps left on the white snow.

"Where are you going?" She stepped on the swaying branches and squatted on the top of the tree to look at him.

"You want to go with Pindao?"

A long sword quietly appeared at Liang Quan's feet, and he stood with his hands folded, looking at Xi's half-squatting posture.

She snorted coldly, "This has nothing to do with me!"

……

There was no sound at the other end, and Yang Guang didn't take the initiative to bring up the topic. He opened his eyes and looked at the dark tent on the top, and heard the sound of the wind blowing outside, and the sound of rustling snow was very peaceful. If it wasn't for the weird scene just now , now is a good time to fall asleep peacefully.

When the outside was completely surrounded by the sound of wind and snow, and the blank silence descended, Yang Guang finally keenly noticed the difference.He gently drew his sword out of its sheath, turned over and landed, and walked to the entrance of the camp quietly.

It was just a tall figure reflected, the whole head was half hanging on the shoulders.

That figure happened to stay at the entrance of the camp. If the door curtain was removed, Yang Guang and that figure would only be separated by a thin line.

Yang Guang pressed his thumb on the edge of the sword, and the splashed blood dripped on his black boots. It was only a momentary thing, and the shadow that had been standing still suddenly retreated a few steps, and slammed into the tree, splashing The snowflakes covered his head and face, and Yang Guang lifted the curtain!

He didn't take Liang Quan's warning to heart at all.

Outside the door is a completely different picture. Thousands of elite soldiers under Yang Guang's command were all standing outside the door indifferently. It should have been where Nangong Ming was, but now it has become...

Oh no, there is no such thing now.

Yang Guang looked at the two "people" who could not see clearly and fled out suddenly. For the time being, with his naked eyes, he couldn't tell whether it was a person or... something else.

His hanging palm was still dripping with blood, it was so bright red that it silenced all the evil creatures around him that were about to move.

Yang Guang is an emperor, the body of a real dragon, unless he wants to fight against the heavens, when the fate of the country is at stake, no rational creature will want to provoke him.

No matter how earth-shaking the outside world was this time, no one dared to really enter the camp.

Yang Guang licked the winding blood on his wrist, and the sweet taste swayed in his throat.There seemed to be a sharp look in his eyes, and he walked out holding the sword.

The little wooden man sat firmly in Yang Guang's arms, the dim light on his body tightly protected him, and did not give others a chance to intrude.

When Emperor Sui traveled, there were always a lot of people around him. The camp was not big or small, and the movement of thousands of people could not disappear completely.

Yang Guang patted Wood Essence lightly, "Don't be so busy protecting it, just relax."

The little wooden man is not stupid, he immediately knew that Yang Guang was asking him to remove the protective barrier around him, he quickly shook his head, then pointed at the forest in the distance, shook his delicate little head, and stretched out his little hand to pat it. Yang Guang's chest.

Yang Guang looked at the depths of the deep forest, with a mouth that looked like he was about to swallow everything.Those who escaped just now left from here.

The wound on Yang Guang's palm was a bit deep, and it was still dripping and bleeding after he walked out, but it was precisely because of this that the roiling and strong dragon aura surrounded his body, deterring the evil spirit even more.

This is a method that Yang Guang "borrowed" from Liang Quan. Since the spiritual energy is born from the blood, will these so-called dragon energy be like this?

Yang Guang didn't feel worried at all, he turned a corner with a wooden figure and a sword in his hand.

If Nangong Ming was not waiting outside the door, and the two outside the door were unknown creatures, then he should still be in his own tent.As a personal bodyguard and in charge of some ulterior secrets of Yang Guang, Nangong Ming's power is actually not small.

Yang Guang valued Nangong Ming not only for his ability, but also because Nangong Ming was also a Taoist priest and had a certain understanding of these gods, gods and ghosts.

It was impossible for Emperor Sui to let those so-called national teachers get too close to him, but since he knew that such things really existed in the world, he naturally had to take precautions.

Yang Guang stepped on the snow and blood, and stopped outside a tent.

"It was supposed to be this group of people who came to rescue them." Yang Guang stretched his muscles and said to himself, "Why did it become me to rescue them?"

"inappropriate."

Yang Guang was saying this, but he had already opened the door curtain, and a falling figure caught his attention. He knelt down and looked at the man...he was dead.

Looking at the costume, it wasn't Nangong Ming, but there was a deep tooth mark on this man's neck!

If he had to say it, it was as if he was sucked dry by someone and died. Yang Guang reached out and touched his neck, and his whole body almost looked like a mummified corpse.

He was sucked alive and died of blood.

Yang Guang stood up and felt the little wooden man shivering against him, so he couldn't help laughing and cursing, "If you are so timid, you might as well go and accompany him, and don't go on with me."

Wood Essence's small body slid down Yang Guang's skirt, and suddenly fell near Yang Guang's belt, and then rubbed, rubbed, rubbed a small head out of his waist, and firmly grasped the belt worn by Yang Guang. belt.

There is quite a posture of living and dying with the belt.

Yang Guang: "..."

He could pull out the little wooden man, but as the price, his belt would probably be buried with him.

Yang Guang stepped back out of the tent, scanned the surroundings, and soon found that there were still many guards who had turned into mummified corpses.

He walked slowly along the place where the body fell, and soon disappeared at the edge of the woods.

After a while, a figure in embarrassment popped out of a slightly protruding ground. Nangong Ming coughed and covered his mouth. Blood foam remained around his mouth. He shook his head, only to realize that everything around Since it is different.

Nangong Ming tore off the kit he had been hanging on his body, opened it, and found that the yellow talisman that his master gave him before he left the teacher had been completely burned to ashes. What he was at a loss.

After realizing that everything was wrong, Nangong Ming immediately returned to the main camp, but found no trace of Yang Guang. He searched along the footprints step by step, and also disappeared at the edge of the forest.

……

"I think you have a problem."

Looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, he said expressionlessly, "How can you use your ability on this nonsense thing?"

He never expected that Liang Quan's so-called method was to use Yan Ling to appear in Chang'an in the blink of an eye... Oh, no, this is not Chang'an anymore.

Bai Shui waved away those unimportant thoughts, bit his fingertips and said, "Why did God put such abilities on your head? It's really a waste."

Liang Quan's figure was slender, he stayed on the snow for a while, and soon walked firmly towards the dark place, "Pindao said that you don't have to come."

The pig flicked its tail to vent its anger, and knocked down a tree that was unlucky next to him. He was satisfied with the sound of cracking and creaking, and followed Liang Quan to the depths of the forest.

"He is the emperor, nothing will happen." After the pig appeared here, although there were many different smells of blood mixed in the air, he still clearly caught the most delicious and most deterrent one among them. .

Dragon air.

No wonder this Amo had such a demeanor back then!

While suddenly realizing it, he wondered inexplicably how the young Taoist in front of him hooked up with an emperor again?This doesn't quite fit the script he's read.

As he was thinking this way, he didn't pay attention to Liang Quan's movement in front of him. When he realized that Liang Quan had stopped, his hair stood on end, his tail protruded and wrapped tightly around his side.

The pressure increased and did not weaken with Bai Shui's vigilance. After another moment, the pig roared and suddenly transformed into a beast shape. A huge beast crowded the space in the mountain forest. After the roar of the tiger, its long fangs With two strokes, the trees in front of him were broken, and with two strokes of the cow-like tail behind him, a cloud of dust was swept out.

Liang Quan stood upright, stepping out of nowhere, and the long sword under his feet led him straight to the depths.

He wanted to follow Liang Quan, but he didn't want to turn into a human form, so he could only shrink his huge body aggrievedly, and then ran quickly behind Liang Quan.

Thinking that Liang Quan really knew where he was going, the aura of the flying sword under his feet moved slightly, at a speed close to light, and disappeared suddenly. The scenery beside him was blurred, but the trajectory he was pursuing was still clear.

This hill was gloomy and quiet, there was not even the slightest sound of birds or beasts. The pig sneezed dissatisfiedly, and broke several trees one after another with its tail.

There was slight anger on Liang Quan's solemn face, and there was a faint sharpness between his brows, like an unsharpened sword holding back the cold light, approaching the most important place little by little.

The flying sword stopped suddenly when it crossed a hill, and fell slowly. When Liang Quan landed, the small sword fell into Liang Quan's hand with a whoosh and turned into a simple long sword.

It's dark here, and I couldn't see the environment clearly. The moonlight was lonely, and there was very little light that could penetrate into the depths of the forest. The creaking sound of the dead branches stepping on the ground was weird and dragging a long tone.

——This is a mass grave.

This place used to be a battlefield a hundred years ago, and the soldiers whose corpses lay here were buried on the spot. The pride of throwing their heads and blood has gradually disappeared with the passage of time, but the remaining obsessions will only become more paranoid because of the years.

Liang Quan's eyes moved slightly, as if he saw something, and with a flick of his fingertips, two talismans swept away. A hoarse scream sounded immediately, and then disappeared quickly.

Without even looking at it, Liang Quan stepped into the place filled with decay.

Yang Guang must be here.

Liang Quan was very sure of this fact, whether it was the connection between the little paper figurine and the little wooden figurine, or Fei Jian's exact attitude... He guessed that Yang Guang's temperament would not sit still, but when he saw it, I feel a little helpless in my heart.

"You're also faster." She muttered, and stopped behind him. The dust raised made him cough several times, shaking his head in dissatisfaction.

Pig sniffled, and then noticed the unusualness of this place. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I guess there is a drought here."

He lowered his head and looked at the ground under his toes. Through this thin layer of snow, he saw something strange.

When he came over, he knocked down many trees in succession. Although this was an easy task for him, the crisp feeling was very different.

It seems that these trees have lost their vitality.

This weird phenomenon, combined with the blood-sucked corpses, no matter how you look at it, I think it has something to do with the drought.

Liang Quan didn't know if he heard his voice, but he didn't speak.After a while, he looked at the darkness in front of him and sighed softly, "Amo, don't play around."

A figure swayed slightly in the depths.